My Wagon Train Adventure (closed)

[LizVegas79]

"I am all alone," Maria replied defiantly. "But I am strong girl. Very strong."

"And hell, Maria, I keep telling you," Almondson chimed in, "you absolutely are not alone. I consider you part of our family."

Maria blushed. The doctor's kindness towards her made her desperate to repay him somehow for it but all she had was her slim, copper body and so far he had been too much of a gentleman to accept her gratitude no matter how many times she made sure they were alone.

"The doctor has been very, very kind to me," she purred as she glanced away from the doctor and looked straight into Jack's eyes.

She blinked her long black lashes and pouted her raspberry red lips as she thought of the next thing to say. She kicked at a small stone on the ground with the toe of her boot, enjoying the rapt, silent attention of the two strong, handsome men before her. "But I have no way to repay him for his kindness," she pouted, "other than to do as he commands me. Now, he has commanded me to help you and your daughter anyway that I can. I hope I can please you with my service."

Both men gulped hard.

"Keeping that daughter of mine out of trouble is payment enough, dear.," Almsondson finally said. "Believe me. It's me that owes you."

Maria curtsied modestly and hid a smile - until she realized her dress was still tied at her hip and her long bare legs and knickers were on full display to the two men. She quickly untied the knot. "Oh my goodness!" she sighed. "I was working! The rain! The mud! I-I-I don't know what you must think of me!"

Tears welled up in her eyes and she dashed out of the tent pretending to be mortified of embarrassment. But actually she enjoyed how the two men had been looking at her. She enjoyed it very much as she sauntered back towards Christina's wagon. 'I think they think I'm pretty!' she smiled to herself.

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack excused himself from Dr. Almondson's tent with a nod of his hat, then hurried to catch Maria. He found her some distance away and grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her around easily but gently.

"Miss Maria! Forgive me, but you have to know what I do really think of you. I think you must be an extraordinary young woman. I think -- no, I know your dress was fixed for work, because I know a good working woman, grew up with them. Look at these hands, Maria." He faced his rough, strong, calloused palms to her. "These are working hands, and I come from good, working people. And I know what a lady is. A lady works an honest day and still has grace in her heart for everyone around her. And that's you, Maria, that much is clear."

His speech concluded, Jack relaxed a little and smiled warmly down at Maria. "Now, let's go and find Christina, so I may apologize to her properly."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria smiled and practically skipped down the rough, uneven path, "accidentally" bumping into him and pretending to almost fall so that he would catch her in his big strong manly arms several times as they went.

She swept a hand thru her long jet black hair and glanced over at him.

"No one has ever called me a lady before, Mr. Anderson. I'm just a poor Mexican girl who grew up in a convent and then ran away when she was 16 because she fell in love with a man who turned out to be not so much good to her."

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack enjoyed this time walking with Maria, enjoyed the contact, enjoyed being near this beautiful and strong-willed young woman. The walk reminded him of the times he spent with his wife, Rachel, and for the first time since the accident he allowed himself to enjoy those memories. Something about this girl, Maria, made loving memories okay again. Even though they had just met, he hoped for something more someday. He glanced at her long, gorgeous hair, and then her neck, and her shoulders...his mouth was suddenly dry again, and he looked away.

"Miss Maria, please, just call me Jack. Do you mind telling me who this man was that you fell in love with?"

He was glad for any excuse to listen to her voice a little longer, and to know more about her. His burdens eased as they walked along together, looking for Christina and hoping he wouldn't find her. Soon, he would have to mount his horse again and get back to his daughter. He still wasn't sure how that was going to work with Maria and Christina together.

 

[LizVegas79]

"He was a very bad man. He was very sweet to me at first and gave me many fine gifts.

But then, he said I was too pretty and he tore at my clothes often. He - He made me feel like a common woman so many times I knew, I KNEW!!!! I was no longer common!

So then I became quite willing to do the things he commanded.

He trusted me.

In the end, I was fair.

Perhaps a little vengeful and for that I may have to apologize someday. Though, to be honest, I would do it all again just to be away from that horrid, vile man!

A woman's scorn, no matter how lowly she is, is never to be taken lightly. But, I'm sure a man of your integrity has already learned that, Mister Jack. Isn't that so?"

 

[goldsoundz]

As they walked the narrow trail among the high grass, Jack listened thoughtfully to Maria's story. This was no common woman. This was a strong, independent force, forged through hardship and determined to overcome the hand dealt to her so unfairly.

He paused a moment to consider his words. "I know," he said slowly "that good people will to what they need to do to survive. I know that 'law' and 'justice' are two very different things." He searched Maria's dark, stormy eyes. "And I know you are a strong young woman, Maria. Unless we're born into comfort, we all do what we must to make our own way in life, to get ahead, to break free. I reckon this time in your life is coming to an end quicker than you know. I think you'll be free before you know it."

Breaking bond of this moment together, Jack raised his head and looked around. "It seems fair Christina has gone and run off. We better find her, at least for the doctor's sake. Maria, you continue down this path a piece. I'm gonna crest this little hill here and have a look around, and meet you where the path bends around in the other side. You shout if you see anything, and I'll be right there." Then, nodding to the thunderheads bearing down on them, "We need to find that silly girl and get her inside before that storm hits."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria nodded demurely, sad to part company with the handsome new stranger but she knew he was right. The storm was building on the wide expansive horizon and racing towards them.

She had never seen such huge ominous clouds growing up back east! The West was truly an amazing place. Both frightening and exhilarating in its scale at the same time.

"Miss Christina!" Maria called out as she strolled up a dry creek bed. "Miss Christina the storm, she is approaching quickly! We must find some shelters!"

"Stop your squealing, little mouse!" a man with a bandana over his face said as he jumped from behind some rocks and covered her mouth with his large, calloused and gross hand. "Or you'll ruin our fun," he added.

The man wrapped his arm around Maria's waist and lifted her off the ground to carry her over to a clearing where five or six other men wearing bandana's over their faces stood in a circle.

"Look-kie what I found boys! Another poor girl captured and ravaged by a band of rogue Injuns!"

Maria's eyes widened to saucers as she saw a man with his pants down rise up off her mistress who was lying on the ground stripped naked and gagged with her legs and arms roped to three different scrub trees.

All of the men had their privates out. All but two of them were hard as a train rail and even those two were tending to themselves to rouse themselves for another go at her mistress.

"Oh, yes!!" one of them growled. "I've been wantin' some of that Mexi meat ever since I laid eyes on her. Bring her over here and tie her next to this one!"

Maria's captor dragged her over next to Christina. Christina's snow white skin was glazed in many parts by what looked like the abundant affection of many men. Her face, the long nape of her delicate neck, her round and full pink breasts, her smooth slender belly and most especially all around, over and in the modest blonde patch of glistening grass between her spread apart thighs.

The poor girl had obviously run out of tears, but her terrified eyes told Maria the story of her disappearance in one desperate look.

"Mmm, this one's a fighter!" the man holding Maria declared with an evil grin as she struggled and squirmed in his grip. "I bet she's gonna' be even more fun than Little Miss Perfect here!"

With an adrenaline rush of strength Maria yanked herself away from the man and grabbed the skinning knife from the sheath on the hip of the next nearest assailant. When he lunged for him she slashed the broad, sharp blade across his face and he fell back wailing into his bloody hands.

Maria flipped the heavy knife in her hand like one of the nuns back in the convent had taught her so that the dull side of the blade ran along the length of her forearm and the sharp side gleamed like a razor at her assailants.

She picked up a gnarled stick with jagged pointy nubs on it and clobbered the next man that lunged at her over the head. He sprawled to the ground and his six-shooter fell out of his holster.

Maria smiled. The rest of the men circling her froze. She was two, maybe three feet closer to the gun than any of them. She went for it. As did two of the men.

She got to the weapon mere seconds before either of them. She was barely able to raise the heavy, long-barrelled Colt before one of them grabbed her arms from behind. She did however manage to squeeze off a shot though and the man in front of her crumpled to the ground clutching his gut.

"You bitch! You shot me. We was just having a little fun," he declared.

Maria used the knife in her left hand to stab at the man clutching her from behind. She buried the business end of it into his left thigh until it hit bone. When he released her, she spun around and squeezed off a shot from the Colt into his chest.

Then she pointed the gun at the five remaining men who had all drawn their guns and were pointing them at her. "You can't shoot us all, Mexi girl, before one of us shoots you. So why don't you just put Jimbo's gun and Turk's knife on the ground and we'll have a nice talk."

Maria memorized the names Jimbo and Turk for later. She quickly considered her options. Then squeezed the trigger again.

The empty metal click disappointed her. The second, third, fourth and fifth empty metal clicks made her spirit sink and the men grin.

She threw the useless gun at the nearest man to no avail. She returned the skinning knife to her left hand as the men curiously holstered their guns. She backed against a pair of large boulders as two of the men took the coiled ropes off their gunbelts and began measuring out several lengths.

Maria dodged the first couple attempts to lasso her, but when a third joined in the game and they all three worked in unison, it wasn't long before the knife had been wrested out of her hand, she had received a vicious backhand across her face from the biggest, meanest one in the bunch and ... worst of all ... her bodice had been torn off of her and her second best dress had been ripped down the front and yanked off her body.

 

[goldsoundz]

After Jack reluctantly left Maria's side, he crested the small hill in front of him and, finding nothing but wind-swept prairie grass, proceeded to the next. The second was a little higher still, and would afford him a better view.

He had gone maybe 10 minutes from his starting point when he heard the first gunshot, then another, crack against the cool, rushing wind and echo off the hill before him. It was not a hunting rifle, it was a pistol; a .45. Maria was in trouble. Jack sprinted back in the direction of the gunshot, putting him back behind the first hill within moments. He re-mounted the hill, sideways this time and crouching so as to avoid sky lining himself at the crest. Throwing himself down as he reached the top of the rise, he surveyed the landscape below and spotted the scene immediately: Christina's naked body tied down and motionless. 3 men down and writhing in pain, and Miss Maria backing up against the rocks, cornered by 5 other men. Not men, animals really. Miss Maria had proven a formidable adversary for this filthy gang, but she was out of options. Jack removed the strap from his holster, quickly inspected his Colt Dragoon (a gift from his beloved wife), deposited his hat and coat on the ground before him, then stealthily made his way towards the scene. On his way, he found an old spade handle lying in the grass. Perfect.

Jimbo Thompson was already substantially weakened, first by the cheap whiskey, and second for having spent his seed all over the face and neck of the pretty blond. Still, he was looking forward to making some time with this fiesty little Mexican whore. Unfortunately for Jimbo, the last thing he heard for the next 30 minutes would be the quick whisper of something slicing through the air next to his ear, then the ringing of his own skull. Then blackness. The spade handle then flew across to the bandit on Jimbo's right, shattering his jaw with a sickening crunch. The man made a helpless gurgling sound as several of his teeth, then handfuls of blood came pouring from his ruined orifice. Jack wasn't so kind to the 3 men furthest from him, quickly pulling his Dragoon and firing 3 rounds in quick succession. The cannon-like blasts from the heavy weapon shattered a femur on each man's leg, a trick Jack learned in his days in law enforcement. The drunk, pathetic men all crumpled to the ground in agony. And just like that, it was over.

Jack still had a massively amount of adrenaline coursing through his body, and only now did he begin to take huge, gulping breaths. "We'll get the wagon party together now, and as God as my witness you'll hang! All of you!" Jack seethed as he glared at all 8 men groveling on the ground, 3 of them sent there by Maria. He looked up at her for the first time now. He hadn't arrived in time to save her modesty, and her beautiful, full breasts heaved before him. He hadn't seen a naked woman since the death of his wife. Maria was perfect. An angel. A goddess. Still trembling with adrenaline, Jack quickly tore open his own shirt and advanced on Maria, intending to cover her.

"Maria...here..."

 

[LizVegas79]

"Oh Mister Jack! Thank you so much for coming back to save us!" Maria gushed as she accepted Jack's shirt with blushing modesty.

But instead of covering her long, naked, golden copper body with it, she ran over to Christina and laid the dirty, sweat-stained white shirt on top of her.

"It's okay now, Miss Christina," Maria soothed as she brushed a loose strand of hair off Christina's weary, but grateful, face.

Maria gently pulled out the filthy bandana stuffed in Christina's mouth and began untying her wrists. "Mister Jack! Can you come please help me untie Miss Christina's legs?" she pleaded over her bare shoulder.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Maria!" Christina exclaimed. "I'm so sorry for all the mean things I ever did or said to you! And thank you too for helping Mr. Anderson," she added with a polite curtsy in his direction.

"Is okay, Miss Christina," Maria smiled. "You have always been very kind to me."

Jack glanced at the wounded men then obeyed Maria and came over and gently untied the ropes tied around Christina's pretty, snow white ankles. If he looked upon Christina's long shapely bare legs, or under his shirt that barely concealed the immodesty of her glistening lady parts, Maria was unaware of it - though she wouldn't have blamed him for she herself caught herself glancing multiple times at Christina's lovely, surprisingly voluptuous body.

"No I haven't, Maria!" Christina protested. "I've been absolutely awful to you! But I swear, never ever again! You, you saved my life! You, you both did!"

A chill wind from the leading edge of the northern storm whipped thru the canyon.

"I wish I could have found you sooner, Miss," Maria whispered apologetically. "How many of these wicked men - ?"

"I don't know! And I don't care!" Christina declared as she stood up, finally free of the three ropes that had bound her to the ground. With the affection of many men dripping down her torso and limbs, she clutched Jack's shirt in front of her and gazed at Maria, who stood shivering in silence and doing her best to modestly conceal her femininity with her arms and hands.

"Here!" Christina said, extending Jack's shirt to Maria as a peace offering. "You deserve to wear this more than I do."

Maria glanced at Jack. The handsome man was speechless and trying not to stare at the two buck naked, nubile young women arguing over who should wear his shirt. She smiled. Did he have a second gun hidden under his belt in his pants?

Maria protested but finally had to accept Jack's shirt from Christina, thanking and bowing her head to her in gratitude as she slowly slid one long arm and then the other into the dirty white, but manly smelling shirt. She buttoned the few remaining buttons on it and was grateful the front and back tucks concealed at least most of her not-so-private-anymore parts.

Maria then bent down and picked up the shards of Christina's dress.

The men had obviously sliced it off of the girl's body with their knives and there was little left intact of the soft, pretty, blue and white cotton fabric. So Maria bent down again and picked up what was left of her simply white and red frock. The men had been more eager to get the dress off her and after tearing the front of it down to her waist had peeled it off her shoulders so there was far more of the burlap material left still sown together.

"Here, Miss Christina, put this on," Maria demanded. "The wind, it is cold and it is a long way back to camp. You are already starting to turn blue from the cold, Mistress."

"But - but aren't you going to turn blue, too?" Christina asked before accepting it.

"My skin is not as pretty as yours, Mistress," Maria smiled. "It is too brown and cannot turn blue."

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack couldn't move. He couldn't even breathe. What had been a law enforcement operation, then a chivalrous gesture, devolved into a lust Jack hadn't succumbed to in years. Though he knew it was wrong -- very wrong -- his manhood was completely engorged and hard under his thin trousers, and he was sure both women could see it plainly under his belt. He couldn't help himself stealing glances at Christina's supple, porcelain skin, her full beautiful breasts, her flowering womanhood. The ejaculate smeared all over her, which should have been revolting, excited him in a way he couldn't describe. He suddenly wished he could have witnessed the whole scene, though he was disgusted at himself over the thought.

And Maria. Her lovely bronze skin, the fullness of her womanhood all shrouded in his own shirt...it was almost more than he could bear. All he could think about was kissing her, touching her...mounting her. He had to get that out of his mind.

The gusting wind and few first drops brought him back to life. Murmuring "Wait, my coat...", Jack ran, bare chested and rock hard manhood, up the small hill and retrieved his coat and hat. He returned and swiftly threw the coat around Christina's shoulders, then turned to Maria. Slowly, deliberately, he approached Maria until he was far closer to her than he needed to be, until he could feel her soft breath upon his neck. "Here, my hat will help cover you." He slowly placed it on her head and smiled dreamily at her.

And at that moment, the rain came pouring down.

 

[LizVegas79]

Christina thanked the handsome man with the chiseled body who somehow was managing to make her not absolutely despise men at the moment.

She grinned to herself as she pictured him asking her father for her hand in marriage someday in the not so distant future.

She pulled the coat tight around her shoulders as the cold, torrential rain drenched all three of them in seconds then looked at Maria, shivering and soaked to the bone in nothing but the thin cotton shirt.

Her dark chocolate nipples hardened and poked forward prominently as Jack's thin soaking wet shirt clung against the supple outlines of her breasts and shoulders, hips and flat belly as if she wasn't wearing anything at all out there in the wide open wilderness.

Christina had never looked at a woman the way she was suddenly looking at Maria.

Standing there in her old, scuffed cowgirl boots, the embarrassingly soaked and absolutely totally shear white shirt and Jack's too big for her head, dirty white cowboy hat Maria looked like an angel to her. A beautiful, vixen of an angel who could probably teach her far more about the splendor's of a woman's body than she already knew.

Without a word, Christina peeled off Jack's coat and wrapped it around Maria's delicate, shivering shoulders. She held her tight in her grip and before she knew what she was doing, she had planted a big wet kiss on Maria's soft, amazingly soft, cheek.

God, was all of the skin on her body that luxurious and soft?!! Christina wanted to find out immediately, but pushed her spoiled girl, give-me-what-I-want-now desires out of her mind.

Plus, these desires were all so new to her!

Was she suddenly attracted to Maria because of what the men back there had just done to her? Was it because Maria saved her life, or at least what little was left of her integrity?

Or was she ... it would explain a lot if she was ... one of those women ... one of those women who prefered the company of women at night rather than the company of men?

Christina pushed the answerless questions out of her mind.

"Mr. Anderson, Maria, are you sure we're going to be able to make it back to the wagon train?" she suddenly pleaded at them for guidance.

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack felt the desire in his body rage as Christina embraced and kissed Maria, the latter girl's stunning, full young body presented in all its glory against the soaked white shirt. He motioned for the girls to wait. Moving quickly, he went back over to the vile creatures sprawled out on the ground. Using their own ropes, he tied them all together in a circle. From what he could see, one man had sustained a gunshot wound to the chest and appeared dead. The one he hit on the skull lay unconscious. Three were lame from gunshot wounds to the legs. There appeared no practical way for them to move this way; they would probably die of exposure. Good.

He turned back to Maria and Christina and shouted over the rain, his face and bare chest soaked. "The storm is moving east to west! I spied a west-facing outcrop just yonder, it should keep us dry until the storm passes! We can huddle under one set of clothes to keep warm!" Then, moving close to Christina's ear as not to embarrass her: "Miss Christina, the rain should, well, clean you off by the time we make it there, so don't hide from the rain. I'll make sure we're all warm once we get there."

"Okay, now everyone take hands and follow me. We'll all be just fine."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria swooned when Jack took her hand instead of Christina's to led them up the hill. She had never, ever, never been chosen over a White woman before for anything!

She reached back for Christina's hand but Christina was heading back to the dry creek bed. Along the way, she reached down and picked up a revolver laying on the ground. She flipped open the central chamber, checked the load, grinned and spun it closed.

"Miss Christina! No!" Maria shouted.

But it was too late. Christina squeezed off five shots at point blank range one at a time into the chests of the men who had accosted her. Then the last one into the unconscious man just to be sure.

Maria looked up at Jack. What was the good, law-abiding man going to do.

Christina dropped the gun and ran over to Maria and gratefully accepted her hand.

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's get out of this fucking rain, okay?"

Maria looked back at Jack again. The stunned look on his face made her uneasy. But fortunately, he kept their priorities straight, said nothing and pulled her and Christina up the hill towards shelter.

 

[goldsoundz]

It was not a surprising end to the ordeal, and Jack hoped it would help Miss Christina heal, to take justice and responsibility for herself. Certainly no one but the coyotes would care about those men, so Jack knew it really was over.

Jack led the young women up the hill and then back down. The outcropping was just where he remembered it. It was more of a burrow, really, probably used by animals occasionally and -- there was soot on the roof. Men had used it before. From the entrance the could see that the gentle creek separating them from the camp had become a raging flash flood channel. No one would be able to pass for hours.

Once under the outcropping, the group could see there was plenty of room to sit or lay and wait for the storm to pass. "Here, let's spread out all the clothes on the ground so we keep clean and off the earth." Jack turned from the women, stripped off his pants, and sat facing away from the women, lest they be offended by his raging erection. He spoke to them with his back turned still. "Now, both of you can strip down and press against my back, and in that way we'll all keep warm until the storm passes."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria and Christina both stared at each other.

Their girlish trepidation about Jack's plan turned into shy grins. Slowly they began to strip in front of each other - only because it seemed like their only choice of course!

Maria's eyes widen at the sight of Christina's porcelain white, full breasts again. Her tiny little pink nipples were both like little plump spears and the sight of the gooey evidence from her attack still clinging to her luscious inner thighs and firm belly made Maria terribly, terribly hungry to find out what all that man seed tasted like.

Without a word, both women removed their boots and let down their soaking wet hair and then stared and grinned at each other's nakedness for many long, very wonderful seconds that may have stretched towards a full minute or more.

"Mister Jack!" Maria scolded when out of the corner of her eye she caught Jack glancing over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You were both so quiet, I didn't know if you had run off and left me here," he hurried to explain.

Maria winked at Christina.

Christina bit her lower lip and smiled a demure smile back.

She reached out and took Maria by the hand. "Maria, I'm so, so sorry I was ever mean to you. You're, ummm, like the most beautiful angel I've ever seen. I mean it. I owe you everything. If there's anything you ever want of me, or need -"

"Is okay, Miss Christina. You are like the most beautiful angel to me as well. I'm sure you would have done the same for me if things had been different."

"Maria, you're saint. I know in my heart that before today, I would have done absolutely nothing. But, now, from today on, you don't just have a friend, you have a fucking bodyguard to the end of days."

Maria blushed. It was the second time she'd heard her Mistress use the word she'd heard only course men use before. She liked it. It excited her this new side of her mistress.

They both stepped forward and pressed their lean, dripping wet naked bodies against one another in not a sexual hug, but a reassuring one of committed forever friendship.

After the hug was over, it was a nice long way but only the two of them knew how long it had really lingered, hand in hand they stepped over to Jack huddling and shivering naked in the corner.

Obediently, wordlessly, they sat down behind him and pressed their slender bare backs against his as he had instructed.

All three clutched their knees in front of them for warmth and after a couple of minutes, Maria felt bold enough to speak. "This feels nice, Mister Jack. But my legs, my toes, my body is still very, very cold. Christina? Are you cold too?"

"Yes. Very."

"Well, I'm sorry," Jack sighed. "Try to think about something else. I'm sure the storm will be over soon."

"I have a better idea," Maria whispered. "Mister Jack, you seem the warmest of us and you're the biggest. So we should all stretch out. Mister Jack, I'll press my back against you. Christina you hold Mister Jack's back against you. Then, we can switch. Mister Jack will hold your back Christina and I'll hold Mister Jack's back. That way we can all stay warm with Mister Jack in the middle until the storm passes no matter how long it takes. Okie-dokie?"

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[goldsoundz]

For a moment, Jack panicked. He was thinking of propriety, but he was also terrified of being embarrassed by his engorged cock. What would these proper young women think of him? Especially Christina, having just been through so much? "No, Maria, it's not proper..." The girls began moving around him, making Jack even more agitated. "N-No, Maria --"

With a warm and reassuring smile, Maria grabbed him squarely by both shoulders and turned Jack to face her. At the same time, Christina leaned in from the other side and placed a finger over his mouth, silently shushing him. They both stared deeply into Jack's eyes, and he understood at once that they knew of his state, or at least thought they knew. Jack feared they could not fully grasp the lust swelling inside him, but it was too late for that now. Maria was already moving in front of Jack, facing away from him. Jack now felt delicate arms slide along his sides from behind, and Christina's small, porcelain hands grasp hold of either side of his strong chest. In another moment, he felt Christina's soft, full breasts press against his back, and her warm breath upon the base of his neck.

They were laying down now, all of them at once. He felt all of Christina's soft white body press up against his back and buttocks for warmth, and for a moment he swore he could feel the soft, billowy hair of her womanhood against the back of his thigh as her leg briefly stretched around him. And now it was time to face his fears. Maria, the bronzed skinned little angel, gently spooned her womanly form along his entire front, her back making full contact with his chest, stomach, and thighs. As she slid down into place, Jack's hard manhood caught between Maria's legs and, instead of pressing against Maria's lower back (which would have been bad enough), slid down between her thighs and settled into her firm, round behind. Jack felt his cock pulsing with want as it came to rest mere inches from Maria's femininity. He was in agony.

Mimicking Christina's motion, Jack brought his strong arms up to bring Maria close to him. His hands drew up her sides, along her ribcage, and across her full and supple breasts, finally settling over her dark and swollen nipples. He exhaled, and his breath softly brushed Maria's hair. He felt Christina's breath at the base of his neck again, and somehow he could swear he felt heat -- actual warmth, radiating upon his engorged and highly sensitive cock.

For all their manliness and strength, Jack's hands trembled just a little.

 

[LizVegas79]

"I am sorry, Mister Jack. But I have no money-ies right now. I surely would give them to you if I did though," Maria said shyly as she squirmed a little against Jack's warm, manly embrace.

"Umm, excuse me, Maria? What are you saying?" Jack asked, barely able to form the words.

Maria grinned to herself. "Your, umm, pistolero, Mister Jack. It is poking me on my backsides very much. If you are trying to rob me, you should wait until we are back at camp and I have my money-ies."

"I'm - I'm very sorry, Miss Maria," Jack gushed with halting, embarrassment.

"Perhaps we should roll over the other way," Maria suggested.

"It's not going to help," Jack whispered under his breath.

When they had switched, Christina quickly raised her arms above her head.

"I think he's trying to rob me too, Maria," she announced coyly.

"I'm really, really sorry," Jack stated for the record. "Sometimes a man, no matter how good his intentions are, like mine I promise the both of you, has, umm, difficulty being around one, let alone two such pleasing looking women as yourselves, especially when and he, and the both of you, are completely without clothes. Sometimes, a man is simply, umm, intoxicated by the beauty he sees and his display. I promise you, is completely involuntary and not at all meant to -"

Maria smiled and cut him off his long trail of words. "Perhaps if you lay on your back, Mister Jack and wrap your arms around each of us. My buttocks is very cold and I think it will fit nicely in your big hand. I would like it very much if you would lay your hand on it to keep it warm. Of course, I cannot speak for Miss Christina, but I assume she too is a little cold since she too is without any clothes."

"My buttocks is freezing!" she sighed. "But, you must promise not to move your hand once you place it there, yes? I am a little sore down there from how some of those men -"

"Umm! Yes! Absolutely!" Jack choked out each word.

"You are a most gentleman," Maria purred into his ear as she snuggled deeper against him. She used her abundant mane of long, silky black hair for a pillow against his armpit as she threw a long, slender, chilly bare leg over his for additional warmth. "And I will cup my hand over your immodesty Mister Jack like this, if you don't mind, to hide it ... well, some of it anyway ... from our sight. And Christina, you should cup your hand over mine to make sure that I do not accidentally move it and cause Mister Jack anymore, umm, agitations. Because ... I do not think I have ever seen a man quite as, umm, agitated, as Mister Jack!"

Christina smiled at Maria as she cupped her hand over her new best friends'.

"There. Isn't that better Mister Anderson?" she asked.

Jack laid perfectly still staring up at the craggy rock ceiling for strength as both Christina and Maria's legs intertwined with his and his hands obediently cupped their soft, young, perfectly heart-shaped, tiny derrière's. "Oh God," he sighed.

Maria raised her head. "What is wrong, Mister Jack?"

"Nothing - nothing at all. Let's - umm - try to - get - umm - some sleep - okay - girls - I mean - ladies - I mean - Oh, God!"

Maria softly kissed Jacks's bare chest. "Thank you for being such a gentlemens Mister Jack," she whispered as she laid her head back down on his chest.

Christina softly kissed his chest too. "Yes. Thank you very much. It is good to know that not all men are pigs. I truly appreciate you doing your best in this very - very - extraordinarily - hard situation," she added as her and Maria shared a naughty, knowing smile with each other across the fine curly hair of his broad chest.

"Umm, no problem," Jack lied to the ceiling.

 

[goldsoundz]

This was an agony unlike any Jack had ever experienced before. In fact, he doubted that most men would ever know this torture. He hadn't known the touch of a woman since his beloved Rachel had died, some 5 months ago now. And before that in their crowded travels, and with their little daughter around...well, he hadn't experienced carnal release for quite a long time.

And now he was lying in between two naked beauties, his hands full of their supple young bottoms, with their hands motionless but touching his swollen and aching manliness. He was sworn not to advance his hands, nor succumb to his sexual desires. As he tried to relax and put the misery out of his mind, his manhood throbbed uncontrollably every few seconds, pulsing against Maria's delicate hand. He tried not to think about the handfuls of divine flesh in his grip. Christina, round and tender and milky white; Maria bronzed and firm and tight...

His cock jerked wildly again in Maria's hand. He had to stop this! He knew he would be unable to control his animal urges for very long. He was sure (was he?) that the women cared not for his advances, for they had made him swear not to move his hands. But this was not practical. He had to save his own honor, and theirs.

"Uh..Miss Maria, Miss Christina...perhaps you too had better lie together, and I can lay by myself over there. I don't want either of you to have to tolerate anything...unwanted. And I'm not sure I can speak for my...honorableness...in this state. You too are just too lovely to resist."

 

[LizVegas79]

"Mmm, but Mister Jack, you are so big and warm and full of fire. I think we should lay her just like this at least for a little while longer. I am finally beginning to feel warm and safe again. Don't you Miss Christina?"

Christina nodded and squeezed Maria's hand. "Maria, you're the boss of me now and I don't care who knows it."

 

[goldsoundz]

When Christina squeezed Miss Maria's hand -- the hand that was covering Jack's aching manhood, he felt a wave of pleasure rush over him, his manhood leaping at the unintentional prodding. But he knew that was not Miss Christina's intention. So Jack tried to ignore the fact that his manhood was twitching against Maria's palm, tried also not to wonder what Maria thought of the experience. Instead, he steeled himself anew, and through clenched jaw replied, "Whatever you wish, Miss Maria. Whatever keeps us warm."

Jack somewhat forcefully squeezed his hands, which were resting on each woman's bottom, because...well, because he had to. It was the only conceivable release for his pent up aggression. He fixed his eyes forward and studied the thick soot which covered the cave ceiling. Jack had no way of knowing that soot was the residue of centuries, of ancient peoples long passed, of love and joy and family. It would have made Jack joyful to know he was in such company. Instead, he simply tried not to focus on the gargantuan sexual temptation before him, and tried in vain to get some sleep.

 

[LizVegas79]

Sometime later, Maria woke up with a start.

The sun was beaming straight into their little crevice in the rocky outcrop of huge boulders and hit her straight in her smouldering dark eyes.

Mister Jack's agitation had subsided a bit - but not nearly entirely - in her grip and she smiled at the fact before moving her hand and waking both him and Christina by doing so.

"I - I think it has stopped raining," she blushed, realizing that they were all naked.

The adrenaline fueled fight for survival had passed and she suddenly felt embarrassed about the close proximity of their naked bodies.

"Perhaps we should get dressed and try to catch up with the wagon train before it leaves us behind," she suggested as she sat up and covered her modest breasts with her arms.

 

[goldsoundz]

The chaos and adrenaline of the past evening -- the saving of Miss Christina, the attack on the bandits, the retreat from the raging storm, the enormous sexual tension of the aftermath -- had bled away now. As the three pioneers roused and stretched, they were just three naked humans, nothing more. As Jack addressed Maria, he drank her in with his eyes, not in a sexual way, but simply as a man beholding beauty. Maria's lush brunette hair, her sweet dark eyes, her warm, bronzed skin, her lithe young body, her small and supple breasts and large, dark nipples, they all spoke to Jack in a powerful new way. Back in Ohio, he would have called it love. It would have meant courtship and the speaking of intentions and meetings with a father, hat in hand. But out here on the trail, like this...Jack didn't know what to make of any of this, of their situation, of her past and her present. They were both people of obligation and duty. He wanted them to be together, but he couldn't imagine how.

And what of lovely young Miss Christina? He looked with equal wonder upon her soft, full, naked form, and wondered whether she wouldn't be a much more logical match for him. And she was clearly lovely, and fiery, and demure, and everything he should desire. What of her father, Dr. Almondsen? Could he bear to tell him he preferred his servant girl over his daughter?

This thoughts swam in Jack's head as he now addressed the young ladies together. "Well, my clothes appear dry -- mostly anyways. But neither of you have any dress left. How will we get you back to the wagon train with your reputations intact?"

 

[LizVegas79]

Christina and Maria embraced each other to conceal their modesty as they watched Jack dress.

"You go on down the trail ahead of us, Mister Anderson," Christina began. "And if you run into anyone, yell out and we will hide behind the scrub trees."

"Yes, yes!" Maria echoed. "And when you get to camp, take two blankets from the supply wagon and bring them to us so that we can cover ourselves as properly as possible."

"Yes!" Christina jumped in. "And then take us to my father. I will explain everything to him and he will see that both Maria and I are fitted with new clothes and that you, Mister Anderson, are rewarded for your valor and dignity towards us."

"We promise we won't mention the, umm, drying of our clothes in the crevice of the rocks," Maria added as Christina nodded in earnest agreement.

"You never saw us naked," Christina added for clarity. "Okay?"

 

[goldsoundz]

The preservation of the ladies' honor was the first and only thought for Jack at that moment. "Of course, ladies" Jack addressed them both earnestly. "Everything that happened yesterday -- EVERYTHING -- is between us unless you say otherwise. Alright then, let's get back to camp. I'm sure there's a search party out for us."

And with that, Jack led the two naked young women stealthily along the edge of the path back to camp. It was not as hard as he thought it would be. Most of the pioneers weren't hunters or trackers by any means, so they had limited skills in organizing anything resembling an organized search effort, and the attempts they did make were loud and obvious, such that the three could easily slip through another way.

In this way, they all made it back to the camp in good time, Jack finding the supply wagon and outfitting Maria and Christina with 2 large blankets. What they would tell Dr. Almondsen, Jack would leave up to the ladies.

 

[LizVegas79]

Dr. Almondson held court with his trusted advisors, Jack Anderson, and of course Christina and Maria.

"What the hell happened out there?" he demanded.

"Well, father," Christina stepped forward in a new, tight fitting, royal blue dress with a dangerously low white lace neckline. "I - I went for a walk up that old creek bed over yonder. I thought the rocks were pretty and I wanted to find a place to think about how terrible I've been to Maria all these many months."

"You have been a bit of a disappointment in that area, my dear," the distinguished leader of the group sighed.

"I know. And, I want to say, Maria is not only my friend now. She is my best friend. She - she followed me - thank the Lord - up that creek bed and found me - she found me tied -"