My Wagon Train Adventure (closed)

[goldsoundz]

Jack couldn't leave fair Christina to explain this all herself, not after everything she'd already been through.

"Sir, I must speak to this! Miss Maria and I went looking for Miss Christina, and when Maria found her, she was nearly overwhelmed by a large gang of bandits. Miss Maria herself fought off several of them and I -- I helped take care of the rest."

Jack took a deep breath. "By the time it was over it was raining and the flash flood blocked our path back to the train, so we waited out the storm. But you must know, sir, that your daughter is a most honorable woman. And as for Maria..." Jack stared at Maria for a moment and tried to conceal his newfound infatuation for her. "Miss Maria put herself in grave danger for Christina, and I believe saved her life. You owe her a great debt, sir."

He paused for a moment to let that sink in. "Now, the question remains: how will this party protect itself from bandits? Because you clearly have not considered it before. It's a miracle you made it this far!

 

[LizVegas79]

"Christina?" Dr. Almondson paused. "What did - what did these bandits try to do to you that Maria had to - did you say 'fight them off' Mr. Anderson?"

"Maria? Do you have anything to add to this most disturbing story?" he added.

Maria blushed and stared down at the pretty brand new pair of shiny black calves leather ankle boots Christina had given her. As well as the pretty new red and white cotton dress that did not scratch her anywhere at all because it was so fine.

"Umm, no sir," Maria demured. "Miss Christina, she was very brave. I did nothing but maybe shout a little like a frightened little girl."

 

[goldsoundz]

"Dr. Almondson, all you need understand is that you have two very strong and capable young women here, and that they can each do whatever they set their minds to. Now, you'll need some security on this train. I am an officer of the law on my way to California" --here Jack showed the party his badge -- "and I propose to join this wagon train as your security officer until we reach Sacramento. My daughter and I have our own wagon, and I have a kind old woman who takes care of her for me. You will feed us and provide repairs in exchange for my protection, which I can guarantee is sufficient for your purposes. If you agree, good doctor, and if it pleases Miss Maria and Miss Christina, then I'll be off to collect my family. When I return in an hours time, we will all resume the journey together."

 

[LizVegas79]

"What about these bandits?" Almondson demanded. "What did they do to my daughter?"

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack had promised not to share what had happened to Christina, but Dr. Almondson's prodding and his refusal to acknowledge the danger they faced finally drove Jack over the edge.

"They ravaged her, sir! Is that what you wanted to hear?!? They had their way with her! All of them! And it would have been much worse if not for Maria here! Now let's be off sir!"

 

[LizVegas79]

Almondson gasped, held his chest and fell back into his chair.

His council also gasped and seemed to suddenly look at Christina like they'd never seen her before.

"NO!" Maria exclaimed stepping forward. "It isn't true!! Mister Jack, I think he has been drinking. Or - he is - he is very tired!"

Christina rushed to her father's side and took his hands as she knelt next to him. "It isn't true, father. There were some - some -"

Maria shouted "Indians!" the exact same moment Christina said the word "bandits"

She looked up gratefully at Maria. "Yes, some Indian bandits father. But I ran. And Maria ran with me. It's true, yes, it's true they did corner us. But Maria stood between me and them and fought them off. Then," she glanced at Jack then back at her father, "Mr. Anderson came to our rescue."

Christina glared at Jack with the burning scorn and betrayed intensity of a 19 year old girl. "Perhaps - perhaps from his vantage point it looked as if they touched us - but I assure you father, not one laid a hand on me thanks to Maria."

She shot a disappointed glance at Jack. "And - I guess - Mr. Anderson."

Maria stepped directly in front of Jack and stared him eye to eye. Clenching both hands on her hips with her left hand resting on the hilt of the small, razor sharp dagger she now wore at her side. She pursed her lips together and glared even more spitefully at him than Christina had, daring him to contradict Christina's version of events.

When it was clear Jack had nothing more to say, she spun and addressed Dr. Almondson and his council of advisors. "I found a large stick with sharp spines on the ground. I one of them with it and took his gun. I - I shot one of them, maybe two and then the others ran off."

"We did hear several gunshots just before the storm hit," one of the advisors said. "But we couldn't tell which direction they were coming from because of the thunder and the way everything echoes in this damn canyon."

Maria nodded. Lying was much easier than she expected. But it was a necessary lie, a good lie. "Then, Mister Jack came and led us back to camp. That is what happened, sir. That is all that happened."

"I tore my dress while running, father," Christina added.

"Yes, me too," Maria added. "Running."

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack was a man of truth, and in the moment rationalized to himself that truth must win out, that lies only fester. At any rate, he had his conscience clear, and if the women wanted to tell a different story, that was their concern.

"It...it is...possible I mistook what exactly I saw. But either way, there is danger here, and you all need protection. So what say you, Dr. Almondson?"
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A half hour later, agreement struck, Jack rode back to his own wagon to collect his little girl and old Mrs. Williams. The latter was an older woman whose son in Ohio had recently been killed, so Jack and his wife had agreed to escort her to the rest of her family in California. She was only too eager to repay the kindness after the accident which took Jack's wife, becoming a surrogate mother and grandmother all in one. Jack was glad the both females would now have the protection of Dr. Almondson's party.

By the end of the day, Jack's wagon had joined Almondson's group, and they would all be ready to set off the next morning. He decided to stay clear of Maria and Christina for the night. Once, while collecting water, he spied Maria a few yards away. Seeing no welcome from her, he simply nodded, dipped his hat, and continued on. Just two days before, he had fully accepted a life without companionship, only responsibility. After daring briefly to hope - to lust - for something more, he now resigned himself again.

"Well," Jack whispered to himself, "I guess that's why lust is a sin." He prayed he would never have such feelings again.

 

[LizVegas79]

The wagon train lurched forward shortly after the crack of dawn the next day.

The loss of over half a dozen of the hired horse wranglers meant everyone had to work a little harder and tend to the care of their animals a little more.

For Maria this was no problem as she had a natural affinity and love for animals. She was glad Christina was so eager to learn proper care and treatment for them too. She even volunteered to carry the heavy pails of water for them to drink from when it was time to stop and rest. Maria was starting to feel a little embarrassed by the fact Christina was so eager to jump and insist on doing the heaviest work.

"I have so much to make up to you, Maria," she would whisper. "But, you still work for me and my father and I order you to put that down and let me carry it."

What could Maria do but obey?

Over the next couple of days she bumped into Mister Jack a couple of times but the schoolgirl passion she had started to feel for him had turned into a hot, nearly boiling pot of emotion inside of her and she couldn't decide whether to stab him in the kidneys where the nuns had taught her or to speak to him and try to clear the air.

The fact that they were almost always surrounded by at least two or three dozen other people meant she could do neither, so he became like a stranger to her. Someone she thought she recognized but didn't.

Although she was half Latina and prone to sudden, fiery outbursts of emotion, her half Swedish side was more stoic and sometimes managed to teach her patience in such matters. They had a long trail ahead of them and time was something she was willing to give to the situation.

Plus, her new closeness with Christina was absolutely exhilarating. They worked together all day and spent nearly all their free time and nights together too.

But then one night, while they were both cooing and gossiping about everyone else in the wagon train, including a few slightly older boys who had taken a fancy to them, someone rapped on the buck bench at the rear of their wagon.

Since Christina was in the midst of painting Maria's toenails a new, rich shade of cherry red and Maria was blowing on her wet fingernails to dry them, neither girl was concerned, or able to left their bodices that had somehow fallen to their waist back up to their shoulders.

"Yes?" Christina answered the second knock. "What is it? We're sleeping," she added with a naughty grin at Maria.

 

[goldsoundz]

For several days now, Jack had patrolled on his horse around the slowly moving wagon train as it rumbled along toward Fort Laramie. The going was easy on these high plains, and as the the party inched closer to the federal outpost the bandits and trail thieves grew more circumspect. Jack did spy men from time to time peering out from behind a rock ledge, but the very appearance of a gun-brandishing figure on a tall white horse was enough to keep evil at bay. The bandits would wait for easier prey.

So safe did Jack feel by the time they were 2 days out from the fort that he felt it was time to clear the air with the young women, Maria especially. A romance might not be in the offering between them as he'd hoped, but he couldn't bear the thought of perpetuating this discomfort for the remainder of the journey. He was sure she felt the same, for when he had crossed her path over the last couple of days, he did not sense rage -- confusion and disappointment perhaps, but not anger. Maybe it was time to set things right.

So with the party camped down safely close to the fort, and his daughter fast asleep and being watched by the kind old Mrs. Williams, he cautiously approached Maria's wagon, hoping to speak with her. When he heard a muffled response he couldn't quite understand, he lifted the flap of the wagon to address the young woman, sure she was safely under her blankets. "Miss Maria, I..."

What greeted his eyes was the stuff of tall tales told by dubious cow hands around a remote campfire ("You know what I saw once..?). Miss Maria and Miss Christina had both unlaced the bodices of their dresses and pulled them down off their shoulders, so that the full round splendor of their succulent womanhood stared back at him. Their hair was drawn down in delicate curls around their faces and necks, and the single lantern light made their soft, supple young skin glow seductively and flicker in shadow. Almost as scandalous, the women were dyeing their fingers and toes a sinful, wicked red. He had heard whispered tales of loose women painting themselves in the parlors of New Orleans and Paris. Parlors where the women...did things. Things polite women didn't do. Things like the act he could never bring himself to ask of his late wife, lest he sully her polite and delicate little mouth. Surely women didn't actually do that, did they? Wouldn't it damage their mouth somehow? And what of the seed, was it not poisonous to the stomach like his minister had taught them growing up..? Still, he felt his manhood swell involuntary at the thought of it.

Jack hadn't noticed that all the time he had been making these great, leaping connections of idle thought, he had been staring catatonically at Maria's young bosoms. Jerking suddenly out of his trance, he met her gaze.

 

[LizVegas79]

"Mister Jack. What a surprise. To what do we owe this honor?" Maria asked as Christina casually reached for a shawl to cover her ample, naked young bosum.

Maria sought no such modesty. She just turned to Jack and smiled as she continued blowing on her fingernails and inspecting them as Christina returned her attention to Maria's toes grinning and listening.

(to be clear Christina is painting Maria's toes and gave Maria the last of her red nail polish - Christina fingers and toes are clear )

"Have you come here to try and tarnish my mistress's reputation again with your evil, wicked lies?" she asked plainly. "If so, I promise that you will be reunited with your dear dead wife sooner than you may have planned, sir. Perhaps before we even reach the Fort Laramie," she added.

 

[goldsoundz]

In the wash of emotion clouding his mind, Jack couldn't decide which made him more excited, Maria's bawdy display of nakedness, her cavalier demeanor, or her vicious reference to his deceased wife. It brought forth a primal lust in Jack, an urge to conquer, even as his civility maintained control.

He spoke through clenched jaw. "Miss Maria, I do not speak callously of your departed loved ones, and I ask the same courtesy. I came here only to pay my respects and set things right between us, with no other agenda." (The words "no other agenda" were barely out of his mouth before he regretted them for the growing bulge in his trousers.) "If you would like to hear my apology, I am glad to give it. Otherwise I will take my leave."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria studied him a moment with her pearl black cat eyes.

Their smouldering intensity conveyed her own mixed bag of disappointed, angry and yes, lingering, lusty emotions towards the annoyingly good-looking man, which, even if Jack didn't recognize, Christina sure did.

"I'd be a little careful, Mr Anderson," Christina warned before glancing up at Maria to let her decide. "But, I'd kind of like to hear him apologize. Wouldn't you?"

Maria gave Christina a half nod then extended her two hands in front of her to inspect her pretty red nails.

Without looking back at Jack she took a deep breath and sighed. "It better be a damn good apology," she said to no one in particular.

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack's eyes -- and his lust -- continued to smolder as he watched Maria nonchalantly waive her painted fingers in front of her bare, ripe chest. He paused there a moment, devouring Maria with his gaze; the way her breasts gently swelled as she inhaled to blow on her fingers, the delicate shape of her frame as it tapered down to her waist. The small birthmark...wait, what was that, an old burn? Whatever it was, it wasn't his business.

"Miss Maria, Miss Christina. I believe you know I would fight the devil himself to protect you. To protect your whole party, I mean. I have no doubt you can protect yourselves quite well." (Christina, bound and naked and covered in ejaculate. The image flashed before him. Ready now for his. Stop it.) "I gravely misspoke. I was trying to make your father understand that disaster was still all around him. Is still, in fact. But I have no excuse for what I said, it was not my business and I will not speak of it again. Neither will I be a nuisance to you ladies. I hold you with only the highest regard." (Maria, on her knees, breasts out, with his rigid manhood stuffed in her mouth. No, that's wrong!) "If you need me or desire my company, I will be here, you may always find me, and I will be glad for your company." (Flashes in his mind again. The cave. Naked bodies pressed to him. Entering one from behind, then another.)

He drew in a sharp, lustful breath. "For now, I will bid you both goodnight. It will be a long final push to Laramie in the morning, but then we rest for several days. Good night." And with that, Jack closed the flap to Maria's wagon once again, leaving himself back in the cold darkness.

But his feet would not move from the spot.

 

[LizVegas79]

Several seconds passed. Christina and Maria whispered and giggled and whispered to each other in the quick shorthand only teenage girls have with each other.

"Wait!" Maria burst. "Mister Jack? Are you still there?"

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack's throat went dry. He should run now, just walk away. He should not entertain the lust and raw emotion he felt for this young woman, this teenager some dozen years his junior. It was trouble. She was trouble. They both were trouble, and he knew it like he knew himself.

"Yes, I'm still here."

 

[LizVegas79]

"Good. We have a favor to ask you," Christina said as she tried to stifle her giggle.

 

[goldsoundz]

Was he caught in a girlish prank? Was he to be exposed as a reprobate? The object of a joke? He didn't care.

Jack took a deep breath, then lifted the flap again as he spoke. "What is the favor, miss?"

 

[LizVegas79]

Christina smiled and flashed a quick "it-worked!" grin at Maria, who was doing her best to hide her own grin and play it cool and appear bored, but tolerant of a distraction.

"Well, don't just stand there holding what amounts to our door open for all the world to see in. Jump up. Climb in." Christina demanded.

Jack looked over at Maria. She smiled back at him, like one of the smiles she used on him when they first met. Then nodded and extended a hand to help him up.

 

[goldsoundz]

His heart leapt in his chest. Reaching up, Jack grabbed a hold of Maria's hand...and felt an electricity surge between them. He could smell the thickness of their passion in the air, feel the flushness of Maria's soft hand. His trepidation melted away as he entered the wagon and the flap closed behind him. He was crouched now between the two women, Maria topless and golden, Christina with her porcelain white skin barely covered by a shawl. His bulging trousers presented lewdly to the women, his manhood straining achingly against the thin fabric. It was wrong and he knew it. He didn't care. He also still had no idea what the girls wanted.

 

[LizVegas79]

"Ha! See I told you!" Maria grinned as she held out her hand to Christina.

Christina smiled and turned away to dig into a little change purse hidden in one of the built-in alcoves of the wagon, not caring that as she did so the pretty white shawl she had thrown around herself fell away.

Mara kept her arm extended in front of Jack's chest. HE smelled like a man. Sweaty with musk. And he wasn't entirely filthy though. He must have taken the time to go rinse off at least some of the day's hot work before coming over to visit her and Christina.

When he finally worked up the courage to raise his chin and look into her eyes Maria smirked and glanced down at the prominence in his pants before returning her playfully sparkling, know-it-all dark eyes back on him.

"Here," Christina said as she dropped a golden eagle into Maria's outstretched palm. She glanced into Jack's eyes, then down at his embarrassment and then back at Maria. "You were right. As usual," she sighed.

Maria clenched her fingers around the golden eagle and hid it away in her own tiny little pretty change purse hidden on her side of the wagon.

Maria rested a hand, with her her scarlet red painted fingers, on Jack's knee and sat up straight.

"So, which of us do you think is prettier?" she demanded of him. "We did not bet on this one because I know the answer. So, there is no wrong answer," she added.

 

[goldsoundz]

The hand on his knee made Jack rage with passion. He looked down at the two beautiful, naked young figures before him. His head swam a little. He steadied himself by gazing deeply into Maria's hypnotic dark eyes.

"I...I can't say, miss." His voice ebbed away to a whisper. "You are both the loveliest angels I have ever seen."

Looking down to Maria's outstretched arm, he noticed her firm, bronze skin contrasted against the milky white softness of Christina's breasts. The sight of it excited him immensely.

 

[LizVegas79]

"Take off your pants. We want to see it again," Maria ordered.

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack obeyed wordlessly. Never breaking his gaze from the goddess Maria, he untied his trousers, placed a thumb under the waist on each side, and slid the pants and undergarment down in one motion. His hard manhood, thick and throbbing, stood out straight between the girls, just below their noses. His shirt and hat remained on. He must have looked a little ridiculous, he didn't care. With trembling fingers, he reached out his hand and gently cupped it to Maria's breast. So warm and supple and womanly. His hardness twitched again at the touch of it.

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria slapped his hand with a playful yet stern, not-yet grin as she stared at it rather than him biting her lower lip.

"So, umm, we were wondering what makes stuff come out of it," she whispered in amazement at the throbbing tower of man flesh mere inches from her hands.

"Yeah," Christina chimed in. "Like if we touch it," she paused as she flicked the bulbous red mushroom with her fingers like it was a bug crawling on her skin, "does that feel good?"

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack winced slightly at the flick of Miss Christina's nail on the sensitive tip. "N-No Miss Christina, not quite like that. I...when with a woman, the seed spills out from the -- experience of being inside her." Jack presumed the women were toying with him, but went along with it anyway.

"A man can also, uh, simulate the feeling of being in a woman and that will produce the same effect, but it is sinful to do so, and I try not to indulge. I'll admit willpower has been...difficult. Since I've met you both."