On the Frontier

[Perplexia]

Abby was relieved that he took her advice. Tomorrow she would be married to the man she loved. Sliding into bed she turned facing the wall and scooted next to it. "Goodnight Aaron" she advised. Making her point known that no he wouldn't be acting on anything this evening. He could wait another night.
She felt him snuggle against her his arms wrapping tight around her. She could feel his harness pressed against her. But she still held her ground facing the wall and eventually drifting to sleep.

Before she knew it morning was upon them. They were both accustom to getting up with the rooster. The rain had only let up slightly. But it was enough to get to the next town. She made her way out to the barn to get some eggs and came back to cook them something to eat while he fed the live stock.

 

[susurrus]

As Aaron got into bed with Abby, he really realized just how narrow his bed was. They were going to be in close contact all night long. It'd be the first time in his life he'd shared a bed, but he looked forward to doing so with her. Abby wouldn't turn and give him another kiss, but he was sure they'd get around to it, especially if they ended up in Carldon at the Justice of the Peace's office next morning.

Aaron snuggled up behind Abby's small, curved body. While he wanted desperately to grind his hard cock into her body, he knew he'd better control himself. It felt good just having her this close, and with as few clothes on as they had.

For quite a while, Aaron had a difficult time falling asleep, he was so horny. Being so close to Abby wasn't helping. Eventually, though, exhaustion became stronger than his arousal, and with the sound of the rain pouring down outside, he slept.

In the morning, the rain had let up a little, though it was still coming pretty steadily. It wasn't a torrent like it had been overnight, so travel in the opposite direction of Hazelton would hopefully be possible. The bridge over the river was higher than the one over Fulson's Creek, so there was little chance of it being washed out.

Having Abby in bed with him first thing in the morning was a pleasant surprise. Aaron had a hard cock once more - this time for a different reason than the night before - but at least Abby turned over and wished him a good morning with a kiss and a gentle smile.

They both got up, knowing there were things to be done before they headed for Carldon and their marriage. Aaron let Abby have the privy, since it was easier for him to take care of things out by the barn. He started feeding his few animals while Abby gathered eggs and went in to fix breakfast for them.

When he got back in the house, Abby had their meal ready to go. He saw she'd gone to the root cellar and retrieved a few things from there, and it looked like the grandest breakfast he'd had in his little home as long as he'd lived there.

Aaron found himself wishing Abby had a dress to wear, instead of the men's work clothes she'd worn the day before, but just having her there was wonderful, and he felt such love at the domestic situation they found themselves in, he could hardly wait to get her to Justice Naylor.

All through the meal, Abby and Aaron said little, but the glances and smiles they gave each other spoke volumes. The thought of what they were planning to do, and what it would legally allow them to do, had his cock hard once again. Of course, it would be necessary to head back into Hazelton to face her parents, but with the marriage license in hand, he hoped it would soften the outrage at least a little.

When they were finished eating, Aaron helped Abby wash up, then said, "You ready to go?"

 

[Perplexia]

Abby couldn't help but smile at him through breakfast. His smiles back let her know he was happy about what was soon to follow. After they cleaned up and he asked if she was ready.
"I've been ready since the first day i met you" she advised him with a soft blush. This earned her a kiss, and in return he got a soft moan from his bride to be.

They made their way to the horse and began the wet ride to Carldon. The bridge was luckily high enough to make their passage safe to the town. She had Aaron stop at the dressmakers. Abby had a credit at the store due to her earnings she'd saved up working for her father.

A dress was quickly fitted to her figure and she had it wrapped up. They made their way to the justice of the peaces office. After filling out the paperwork, Abby went to change. She did the best she could to make her hair presentable. The white dress with its ruffles and pink flowers helped quite a bit.

She made her way into the office to stand next to Aaron to begin their marriage ceremony.

 

[susurrus]

The trip to Carldon was uneventful, if damp. When they got into town, Aaron was a little surprised that Abby wanted to stop at the dressmaker's before they went to the judge, but he figured that she didn't want to get married - even by a Justice of the Peace - wearing men's clothes that she'd worked in the day before.

Aaron stayed out front while Abby did her business, and when she emerged from the back of the store, she carried a large box, which he took from her. They then made their way the few doors down to Justice Naylor's office.

The paperwork didn't take long, and while Aaron paid the judge's fee for the ceremony, Abby took the dressmaker's box and changed.

Aaron and the judge waited for Abby to emerge, so the ceremony could begin. It took a bit longer than Aaron felt it should, but then, she didn't have anyone to help her into her dress, which could account for it, and only briefly did a flash of doubt enter his mind that she got scared and was sitting out back, unable to continue.

When Abby finally did emerge from the back, dressed in her wedding dress, Aaron could hardly believe it. He'd been ready to marry her dressed in the work clothes she'd had on, but seeing her in an actual wedding dress was more than he'd hoped for. He felt his cock hardening right there in the judge's office at the sight of her.

Aaron heard little of what the judge said. His attention was fully focused on Abby. When he was asked for a response, he made some kind of sound, which must have been enough, because the ceremony went on. The more he stood there, the more he realized how much he loved Abby, and how much their experience the night before had fueled a fire he wasn't exactly aware was smoldering in him.

Finally, the justice said, "You may now kiss your bride."

For a moment, Aaron was frozen. He'd done it. He was married. A whole new part of his life had started. He wished his grandfather was there to see. He turned to his new wife and looked into her smiling face. Eventually, he managed, "Hi, Mrs. Schmidt," before he bent down and placed his lips against hers...

 

[Perplexia]

The entire day seemed to be a whirlwind. Now she stood next to the man that she had loved faithfully for the past two years. Her eyes danced as she looked into his, hearing little of what the judge said. She simply repeated what she was told to.

Of course in this era the word 'obey' was injected into the vows. For technically that was here place. But that was not the thought, at this moment it was the I dos. His lips upon hers kissing her for the first time as his wife. Abby couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, as they were given a receipt.

Now they had the ride back to town. Nothing mattered, they were legal and she belonged to him. She kept her arms wrapped around his waist as they rode her head lay upon his back. Her nostrils flaired at the smell of his leather jacket.

"Have you thought anymore about letting me work at the shop?" she asked lazily as they rode.

 

[susurrus]

Their first kiss as husband and wife was every bit as good as any of the others had been, and now it was legal! When they separated, the judge held out his hand and Aaron took it, accepting the judge's congratulations gladly, though still in a bit of a daze.

Final paperwork was made out, the appropriate copies given to the couple, then Abby changed out of her wedding dress. It would have been highly impractical to wear it while riding Buck all the way back to Hazelton, especially as the rain hadn't completely let up yet. It was tapering off, but it'd probably be late afternoon before it gave up completely.

While Aaron was still itching to make their marriage really official, he knew Abby had to make an appearance with her parents before too long, or they'd think he'd kidnapped her or something, and would send the sheriff after him.

Abby kept her arms wrapped around him the whole way, and it felt good to have her so near. They were getting to the turnoff to Aaron's farm - heck, now Abby's farm, too - when Abby asked again about her working at her father's store.

Aaron didn't say anything for a little bit, then finally told her, "Until I can work the land properly, and have the equipment to do so, the main work needing doing is the kind of thing we did yesterday. While I'm still working at the sawmill, I don't really see any reason not to let you still be at the store."

When they reached Fulson's Creek, Aaron's suspicion from the previous night was proven true. The low bridge was indeed washed out, and while the water no longer rushed high and swiftly, as the grass on either side of the track indicated, the banks were too high and steep for Buck to cross safely, especially with two riders.

Aaron turned Buck to the west, toward the narrow crossing he'd found the first time the bridge had been the victim of the heavy rains they got here occasionally.

It was almost a mile out of the way, and it wasn't real obvious unless you knew what to look for, but Aaron found the general area of the crossing, then made a couple of wrong tries before he found the actual spot. He was glad Abby hadn't insisted on trying to make it on her own. She'd have either been washed away trying to ford the rushing stream or lost trying to find the crossing or trying to get back to the house. Aaron made a mental note to try to help Abby find this crossing, since it was highly likely she'd have to use it in the future.

Once they were across the creek, Aaron angled back toward the road, and not too long after, the bell tower on the school started coming into view....

 

[Perplexia]

The ride was long. But she wouldn't have had it any other way. Unlike most girls it wasn't the dream wedding that she wanted, it was always Aaron. Now he was hers. They had reached the town and her grip tightened around him.

Riding up to the store he slid down and helped her off of Buck. Taking a deep breath they entered the store and went to the back.

"Oh you're safe" her mother exclaimed giving her a hug. "Your father is not happy, rumors have started around town."
"Its okay mom, Aaron and I, we eloped."

Her mother stopped and her mouth dropped. "oh my" she exclaimed.

As if on cue her father then entered the room.
"you had us worried, the rumors have begun. There will be serious repercussions for your actions."
"we eloped daddy" Abby said stepping back behind Aaron.

"Well I'll be" he exclaimed holding out his hand to Aaron. "congratulations son welcome officially to the family" Placing his arm around Aaron he ushered him into their den pouring a celebration drink for them both.

Abby's mother came over and gave her a hug. "come on then, we've got your things to pack up." Abby followed her mother upstairs to her room and began to pack her clothes. "Did he force you?" she finally worked up the gumption to ask Abby. "Force me to do what?" Abby asked innocently before it hit her as to what her mother was asking.
"NO of course not. We got caught by the storm, it washed out the bridge. We had no choice but to stay where we were. He slept by the fire i slept in the bed. We just decided rather then go through having to prove our innocence and be apart, we'd get married."
Abby's mother nodded and smiled. "then we need to have a conversation on what your wedding night will be like."

As they packed Abby's mother went into the talk of what took place when the lights went out.

 

[susurrus]

Once they made it to the Johnson's store, Abby and Aaron headed straight for the back, where, past the storeroom, her family lived.

Aaron could tell that her parents weren't happy about whatever they thought may have happened overnight, but fortunately, their tone changed when news of their marriage came out.

Abby's mother ushered her away to one part of the house, while her father threw an arm over Aaron's shoulder and led him to the den, where all the book keeping for the store was done.

Mr. Johnson opened a bottle and poured two glasses, handing one to Aaron.

"I don't know what happened last night, but while I expected you to court Abigail for more than a day, I understand why you did what you've done. There'll still be whispers here and there, speculating on what you might have done together out there in the country, in the dark, during a storm."

Aaron took a drink from the glass. The liquor burned all the way down. He wasn't used to spirits. His grandfather hadn't been one for strong drink, and therefore, Aaron hadn't picked it up. He didn't find the taste particularly pleasant, and he'd encountered enough drunkards to be uninterested in possibly being like them, even for a short while. It'd taken quite a while for the people who'd come to know him to realize he wasn't going to drink with them, but eventually, they'd gotten used to it.

Still, even though he didn't care for the alcohol he'd been given, he knew enough not to refuse it. This wasn't just a couple men drinking to be drinking. This was his father-in-law's way of saying he approved what he and Abby had done.

"To be honest, sir, nothing happened. Abby helped me clear a tree from a field I hope to plant next spring, and just as it was getting too dark to do any more work, the storm hit. Abby wanted to make her way home, but I stood out in it for a few minutes, and could barely see my hand in front of my face. I knew it might cause a scandal, but the last thing in this world I wanted was for her to make a wrong turn somewhere and get well and truly lost. It's one thing in the light, but when you can't see a foot in front of you, even with a lantern, you might as well be a blind man in a strange country.

"Also, the bridge over Fulson's is washed out again. Once the rain lets up, I'm sure Arnie Wilson will get a gang together to take care of it, like he has the last two times it's washed out.

"Anyhow, Sir, it was Abby's idea to go in to Carldon and see Justice Naylor. I know you weren't expecting us to get married quite so quickly, but considering how quickly rumors travel around here, it was the solution that made the most sense."

Mr. Johnson took a healthy gulp from his glass, then turned to the bottle to refill it. He offered more to Aaron, but the younger man had only taken the one small drink from his glass, so Aaron declined.

"Aaron, I take your word that nothing to be ashamed of happened between you and my daughter last night. Over the years, you've earned that trust. What's more, I see the way Abigail acts around you. I've seen it for years now. Of all the men who've come in contact with her since she was little, you're the first she treats with proper respect. Not that she's a bad girl by any means, but you know what I mean. She speaks her mind a lot more than any woman I've ever met. You're the only person I've ever seen her capitulate to if she gets in her head that she's in the right."

Aaron laughed, still holding the liquor he wasn't intending on drinking more of. "You weren't there last night. I had to threaten to tie her to a chair to keep her from barging out into the storm on her own."

Mr. Johnson laughed, too. "Now you know what you're up against. But, if anybody can corral her, you can. I don't know what makes you so special, but somehow, you've got it."

Abby's father took the glass from Aaron and set it on the desk, beside the store's ledger. He then put a hand on Aaron's shoulder and spoke to him seriously.

"By now, I'm betting Mrs. Johnson is telling her daughter what to expect, now that you're married. You haven't 'consummated' the marriage yet, I'm guessing?" Aaron shook his head. "Well, all I can say is: take your time. You're gonna be all excited and over eager, but don't think just about you. I learned a long time ago - and the hard way, mind you - if you can make your woman happy, she'll go out of her way to do the same for you. I know Abigail's mother has been hoping for lots of grandkids, and trust me, the practicing for them will be a lot of fun, if you do it right."

Mr. Johnson then went to the desk and lit a cigar, offering one to Aaron, which he politely refused. "Welcome to the family, Son," Mr. Johnson said. "Feel free to stay as long as you like. That is, unless you'd like to go find your wife and take her home..." he said with a grin and a wink.

Aaron gave a sheepish grin, then remembered something. "Mr. Johnson, Abby would like to continue to work at the store if she can. I still don't have a plow, and it'll be winter in a couple months anyhow, so there won't be much to be done at the farm anyway, aside from continuing to clear fields. I have no problem with her working here, as I'll be at the sawmill until I can manage to earn enough to farm full time."

Mr. Johnson puffed on the cigar, surrounding him with a haze of bluish-gray smoke. "Sure, that'd be fine with me, and I know her mother'll be glad of the help. She may not know when to hold her tongue at times, but Abigail's a good worker, as you already know."

Aaron chuckled. "You should have seen her yesterday. There were times I think she was trying to out-work my horse, Buck. She's a terrific worker, Mr. Johnson. You raised a fine woman, Sir. I'll do my best to do right by her."

Abby's father stepped over to Aaron. "I know you will. Now, go on. You'll probably find mother and daughter upstairs in Abigail's bedroom. They're probably finished talking about female stuff by now, and are likely gathering up your wife's things for transport back to your place. I hope you have somewhere to put it all..."

Aaron held out his hand and thanked his new father-in-law as they shook, then left the haze of smoke to find his wife and her mother...

 

[Perplexia]

Abby listened as her mother went into far too much detail about the physical intimacies between a man and a woman. "I won't lie to you, the first time is the worst. It is painful, uncomfortable, and a mans appetite, well they don't care. Now that you're married. Well you're there to service them. You're there to bare their children, clean their house, and cook their meals. That's your job."
The fear of loosing herself overwhelmed her. What had she signed up for. She married Aaron because she loved him, and didn't want to be apart from him. Nothing had made her believe she would become his servant. "Why didn't you ever tell me this before." Abby shouted at her mother. "It's not like you gave me time Abigail. This is the first boy you've excepted to court you. You courted for a day and then suddenly you're married. Where you got your impulsiveness i don't know. But you're soon to be a woman, and that is why were created." Tears sprung to her eyes as her mother closed up her bags.


A few seconds later her husband came through the door. Taking her bags with his charming smile. Abby hugged her mother and followed him downstairs. She said her goodbyes to her family and followed her husband to the horse.

 

[susurrus]

On his way up the stairs to find Abby, Aaron heard her screaming at her mother about something. Instead of the happiness he'd expected, it sounded like they were having an argument of some kind. About halfway to the upper floor, the voices got quiet, as the stairs creaked and popped when he put weight on them.

When he reached Abby's room - it wasn't hard to find, all he did was follow his ears to the one the crying was coming from - he was surprised to find his wife sitting on the edge of the bed, weeping. For a moment, both sets of eyes turned his direction, and while Mrs. Johnson looked at him for some time, while still packing bags for her daughter, Abby's gaze turned from him and went to the floor, as she tried to stem the tide of tears.

Not knowing what was going on, Aaron gave the ladies a silent smile, then grabbed a couple of the bags of Abby's things by the door. They wouldn't be able to get everything in one trip, but he'd be able to tie at least some of her possessions on Buck, so she'd have some clothes and such when she got home.

As he stepped outside, noting that the rain was letting up finally, Aaron wondered what the problem had been, and why Abby couldn't look at him. He got his wife's bags tied to Buck as well as possible, then did a quick assessment of how much more he'd be able to attach to his horse, and still have room for Abby to ride, too.

Back inside, he passed by Mr. Johnson, who saluted him with another glass of liquor. The man gave Aaron a grim look in acknowledgement, making Aaron want to ask if he knew why Abby might be crying, but refraining from doing so.

Back upstairs, he asked which bags Abby really needed, and that it'd be necessary to come back for more later. Picking up the items indicated, he turned at the door and said, "I'm about ready to head home, Abby. You ready to go?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He knew Abby well enough to know she'd either be ready or she wouldn't. Besides, he had to get whatever was in the bags tied to Buck for transport.

He hoped the bridge over Fulson's would be replaced by the time they got to it. It'd make the trip a whole lot easier, and there wouldn't be the possibility of the lower bags getting wet.

Once Buck was ready, Aaron started back toward the house, and just as he got to the first step to go back inside, Abby emerged in the doorway, once more dressed in a more ladylike fashion, looking less than enthused.

"What's wrong, Abby?" Aaron asked, climbing the stairs to the porch and placing his hands on her waist. He lifted her chin with a finger so her eyes met his. "Don't you want to come home with me?"

 

[Perplexia]

"What's wrong, Abby?" Aaron asked, climbing the stairs to the porch and placing his hands on her waist. He lifted her chin with a finger so her eyes met his. "Don't you want to come home with me?"

Abby's tears still fell from here eyes as her mother came behind her. "Of course she does don't be silly. Her place is with her husband."

"I'm fine lets go please" she advised softly. Abby walked in silence until they were out of town. Then slowly she spoke, knowing that Aaron wouldn't rest until she spilled what made her cry. The times she cried in his presence he could probably count on one hand.

"My mother has informed me the duties of a wife are to obey. That I am a piece of property that you own. That love isn't required, and that you may do with me as you wish." tears started to form in her eyes again. "I feel like I've been reduced to a piece of livestock. You can breed me until i can't produce, and then make me watch while you breed another." She wiped her tears and took a deep breath. "I love you Aaron, and if that is what it is to be married i don't care. I chose to be your wife because my heart will never belong to another."

 

[susurrus]

Aaron knew something was wrong when Abby's mother spoke for her. Abby very seldom let anyone else put words in her mouth. Mrs. Johnson seemed almost too pleased about her daughter's going home with him. It was a strange kind of attitude that she showed, in any event.

Abby finally said in a voice almost too low to hear that they should go. Still very confused, Aaron let his wife lead the way, then waved silently to his new mother-in-law as he took Buck's reins and led him back toward home. There was no place for the pair to ride at the moment, since Aaron had gotten as much of Abby's belongings as he could get lashed to his horse's back.

It was a very odd, uncomfortable walk, mostly in silence. Abby was quite obviously not pleased. Aaron had expected her to be as bubbly and happy as she'd been all morning. The turn of her attitude after speaking with her mother was alarming, to say the least.

Fortunately for the newlywed pair, Arnie Wilson had indeed gotten his boys out to put a new crossing at Fulson's Creek. With Buck so laden down with Abby's things, crossing where they had earlier would have been difficult... at least if they intended to keep their feet dry.

They were about a half mile past the creek when Abby finally stopped, turned to Aaron and let what her mother had told her and her feelings about that pour from her. When she finished talking, she was near tears once again.

Aaron let Buck go graze on a stand of grass nearby and once more lifted his wife's face so her eyes met his.

He spoke quietly and calmly, so he didn't give the false impression that he'd changed, now that their relationship was all legal. "When have I treated you like you just described? Well, aside from last night, when you were going to go out in the dead of night into a storm. But that was only because I care about you and didn't want to take the chance of anything bad happening to you.

"I don't intend to treat you any differently than I ever have, Abby. There's no doubt that once the farm's up and going, that there will be decisions that are going to have to be mine and mine alone, but I'm not going to treat you like something I bought at a livestock auction.

"I have no doubt that a few things are going to change some, that's inevitable, but I don't know where your mother got that kind of attitude, especially after what your pa told me. Or maybe that's why he gave me the advice he did.

"Anyhow, I love you, Abby, and I want you to like me, and like being with me. I'm not naive enough to think that we aren't going to have hard times, and that we'll both see eye to eye on everything - last night's a good example - but I like to think we'll get through it as best we can, and that if we do get mad at each other, that it won't last long."

Aaron didn't take his eyes from Abby's the whole time he spoke. "I can't say I'll be the perfect husband. I've got as broad a stubborn streak as you do, so I'm sure I'll do things that make you crazy. I know I'll insist on my way on things sometimes, but I assure you it won't be because I think you're just supposed to shut up and do what I say."

Aaron realized he was rambling, and wondered if he was making sense anymore. Finally, he decided to just stop talking and hope that what he told his wife reassured her, at least a little. He stopped just short of flat out saying her mother was wrong, though that was the statement that kept running through his head the whole time he made his speech to Abby.

"Are we okay?" he said after a little bit, the breeze blowing some stray hairs across Abby's eyes. He smiled as warmly as he could and brushed the hair back, though he knew it'd just blow back seconds later.

 

[Perplexia]

Nodding to Aaron she smiled softly and wrapped her arms tightly around him. He was not her father, and she most certainly was not her mother. He knew who he married, and yet chose to anyway.

Standing on her tip toes she kissed him softly, and then more deeply. "thank you Aaron, I love you so very much" she whispered her hand stroking his face as she looked lovingly into his eyes.

Entwining her fingers with his hand they began to walk again. Once home he took the bags inside and she made their lunch. Her first duty tomorrow was going to be rearranging the kitchen. Although he kept his dwelling somewhat neat it wasn't the way she wanted it.

Sitting down to the table she placed the sandwiches and fruit out. "After lunch i'm going to the river to bathe." she advised him taking a small bite of her apple.
Her eyes danced over him. She loved everything about him, the way he talked, the way he walked, and even the way he chewed. Eventually they would have a party she supposed. So the town could celebrate their union.

 

[susurrus]

It didn't seem to Aaron that Abby was greatly relieved by what he told her, but the fortunate thing was: she was still coming with him, even after the things her mother had told her. They hugged, which helped, then started once more back home. Along the way, Aaron reached out for Abby's hand, which caused her to look over at him and give him a warm smile.

The rest of the walk home was done in silence, but it wasn't quite as tense as it had been previous to their brief conversation. Once they reached the farm, Aaron started unloading Buck, while Abby went inside.

Aaron wasn't quite sure where to put all his wife's bags, and he really didn't know where all the things in them were going to go, either, but they'd figure something out.

By the time he had Abby unloaded and Buck back in his stall in the barn, Abby had a nice meal made for them. He hung his hat on the hook by the door and washed up in the basin under the window, then sat across from his wife.

"Our first real meal as husband and wife, eh? Looks like a royal feast to me. Thank you, Abby." Abby smiled and thanked him, then announced, "After lunch I'm going to the river to bathe."

Just the thought had Aaron's cock hard in seconds. He swiftly judged the propriety of what immediately flashed to mind, then remembered the piece of paper the justice had given him just before they left his office that morning.

"Would you care for some company?" he asked, the embarrassed crack in his voice making his face hot. He'd taken his baths down by the river many times. If it'd have been just him, he'd have counted his time out in the downpour the night before as his bath, but the thought of seeing Abby naked was almost more than he could take. He immediately felt the sexual urgency that he'd experienced while they sat under the blanket the previous night, but remembered what Abby's mother had said, and the advice he'd received from her father. He'd have to slow himself down a little at first, try to think of Abby while his body was aching to do whatever it wanted to do.

 

[Perplexia]

Abby blushed at his question if she would like company. At first she didn't answer and rose to clear their dishes. She placed the left overs in the bucket for the pigs.
He was asking her, not telling her. Perhaps her mother was wrong after all. This was Aaron. The one that beat the town bully down for marking her arm. The one that was always her ear and confidant. This was Aaron, h er best friend, and her husband.

"No" she said softly. "I don't mind if you join me. I can't think of anything more romantic then having my husband bathe with me. She smiled softly to him. Quickly she did the dishes passing them over for him to dry. Before they headed down to the river.

Taking his hand in hers she squeezed it softly and began to walk with him through the pasture and down the hill. The spot they went to was secluded The trees over hanged the edge allowing for a soft breeze to envelope them. Standing at the edge she turned and faced him. Her eyes bound to his as she slowly undid the buttons on her dress. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the ground.

Shivering lightly she stood before him in only her slip.

 

[susurrus]

For several heartbeats, Abby said nothing in response to his question about joining her at the river. Aaron was about to give up on the idea when Abby finally said sheepishly, "No, I don't mind if you join me. I can't think of anything more romantic than having my husband bathe with me."

Aaron's cock throbbed. It was going to take a lot of willpower to restrain himself once Abby was nude. His body was practically vibrating, he was so excited. Sin or not, he'd relieved himself several times in the past, and it'd felt good. He had no imagination for what it would feel like with a woman, but he'd be finding out soon, he was sure.

They quickly finished eating, then he helped wash the dishes. Hand-in-hand, the newlyweds walked to the spot near the river where the water ran shallow, and there was a spit of sand that allowed easy access to the water, where most other places was a high, nearly inaccessible bank.

Once they reached the edge of the water, Abby turned to Aaron and with a shy grin, began unbuttoning her dress. Aaron's body burned with desire at the alluring sight of his beautiful wife undressing for him. He made no move to help or touch her, afraid that if he did so, he'd lose control and take her with all the pent-up energy he felt inside.

When Abby's dress fell to the ground, and she stood in only her underwear, Aaron couldn't help but moan. Working up the willpower to resist the animal urges coursing through his body, he knelt before Abby, looking up her nearly naked body and smiling. He then reached out and began untying her shoes, helping slip them off as each one came loose. Once those were off, he helped remove her stockings, marveling in the curve of her calves, the shape of her legs, and eagerly anticipating the sight of what awaited him at the point where they met.

Gently, he reached up and placed a hand on Abby's flat belly, then started at the lace holding up her pants. When it was undone, he didn't pull them down, but stood, facing her, towering over her, since she'd lost an inch or two of height without her shoes.

Oh, how he burned for this woman. A bath was the last thing on his mind at that moment, but he knew he had to keep this slow.

Taking Abby's hand, he guided it to the buttons on his shirt...

 

[Perplexia]

Trembling softly as he took her hand her fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Softly her hands guided up pushing it from his shoulders. Tugging lightly she pulled the sleeves off of his arms. Dropping the blue shirt to the ground her eyes went back to his. There were no words between them. There didn't have to be. Rising on her tiptoes her soft lips touched his. It was cautiousness kiss, but one filled with all the love she felt for him.

Abbys heart raced as her hands traced over his shoulders and down his skin. Stirrings occurred with in her that she never knew existed. She was almost breathless when her lips left his. Her hands traveling to his pants and unbuckling his belt. Then unbuttoning them she tugged lightly feeling a bit braver. Slowly she knealt before him and unlaced his boots. Helping him off with one at a time. With another tug his pants fell as well. This left him in his boxers.

She could see his excitement throbbing against his boxers. Lightly she ran her hand over it.

 

[susurrus]

Aaron didn't know for sure what he was doing, leaving it to Abby to undress him, but he couldn't deny it felt strange, but very, very nice letting her do so. When his shirt fluttered to the ground, he didn't watch it fall. The only thing he could see was Abby, and the wonder and love evident in her eyes.

He jumped a little when she started at his pants. Never could he remember having his pants opened by someone else, though he knew it had to have happened, at least sometime when he was very young.

His cock throbbed, waiting to be freed, waiting for Abby to see and marvel at it. Aaron couldn't remember the last time he'd been this aroused. The previous night, he'd been too angry to be aroused, at least once they started arguing.

When his trousers dropped, and Abby knelt before him and started untying his boots, he felt a thrill, seeing her there, so close to his cock. He wasn't sure what she'd do, but quickly, his boots were off, and he stepped from his pants, letting Abby push them over next to her dress.

For a long moment, she simply stared at his shorts, and the desire shown behind the thin cotton. Then she reached up and placed her hand against it, the first time anyone else had ever touched him there. An involuntary moan welled up from his throat, and a feeling even deeper and more primal than he'd felt the night before pulsed through his body. It took everything he had not to give in to it and to take Abby like he'd seen male animals do to the females. With the other animals, though, Aaron wasn't sure there was any pleasure to be had there. If just the feel of Abby's hand against his hardness was any indication, if this all worked out properly, there would be incredible pleasure involved, and pleasure that they could share again and again. If nothing else, the emotions coursing through him and most certainly through the woman kneeling before him set them apart from the animals.

Before her hand finished its slow caress across his stiff length, Aaron reached down and placed his hand over hers, making sure she got a good feel of its shape and power. He then untied the knot that held his shorts in place and freed Abby's hand, his hand reaching across the space between them, his fingers gently stroking her soft cheek and beautiful hair.

 

[Perplexia]

A soft gasp came from her lips when his shorts dropped to the ground. His soft touch on her face letting her know it was okay. Everything was going to be okay. There was nothing wrong with her curiosity of his body. Her eyes took in the large hardened phallus. Her hand moved back to it. Lightly touching his shaft watching it jump under her tender touch. The sounds he made were music to her.
Leaning forward her lips kissed the hard veined member. Her tongue touching it, like his tongue had touched hers. His sounds only seemed to encourage her to continue. "Is this okay?" she questioned wanting to be sure she wasn't hurting him.

A nod from him allowed her to move forward. Soft kisses down the length of his member. Her soft cheek rubbed against it enjoying its almost silky feel. Each sound he made added to her confidence. The urge to taste him was now upon her. The idea if it had been presented would have seemed to be a foul one. But somehow, in this moment it seemed right. It seemed right for her tongue to flick the tip of his shaft tasting what would fill her. It seemed right as her mouth opened and pressed his shaft into her mouth until she gurgled. The sounds he made as she gave him his first amateur blow job encouraged her to try to new pressure points with her tongue. Her hand to stroke the base of his shaft as the other played with the sack that danced below.

 

[susurrus]

As Aaron's fingers touched Abby's skin, she pulled her hand back far enough to let his shorts fall to the ground. Aaron had been nude outdoors before. In fact, he'd bathed in this very area several times in the past. Every other time, though, he'd been alone. Just the fact that another person was there to see him was thrilling. That it was Abby made it completely astounding.

Aaron watched eagerly as Abby's eyes wonderingly drank in the sight of his hard cock. He certainly couldn't be sure, but it was a pretty safe bet she'd never seen one before. When Abby set to exploring it closer, she gave him a look, asking if everything was alright. He just smiled down, assuring her that all was perfectly fine.

When her fingers once again touched his hardness, there was no longer any kind of barrier between her skin and his. The sensation was tremendous. Aaron held nothing back from Abby, letting her know what she was doing was more pleasurable than he'd ever imagined anything could be.

When she leaned in and kissed his cock, Aaron thought he might cum right there and then. He didn't, though, and was treated to such an incredible diversity of sensations, he wasn't sure how he managed to hold back.

Never before had Aaron thought of someone actually wanting to take his cock in her mouth. Now that it was happening, he couldn't imagine not having it happen again and again. Abby's lips and tongue were so soft, so talented, he couldn't hold back - and didn't want to - the moans of pleasure she drew from the deepest well inside him.

Abby even played with his balls, a sensation he enjoyed... even moreso the fact that someone else's fingers were doing the playing. His arousal had been high when Abby had started undressing. It was now greater than it had ever been. He couldn't believe he was managing to hold himself back, but it was paying off. Taking it slower was alleviating the fears Abby's mother had placed in her, and he was reaping the benefits of that.

However, he was getting to the point of no return, and didn't know how Abby would react to a mouthful of cum, or a faceful, or getting it in her hair. There would be plenty of time to find out, but Abby now needed to find out what pleasures her body was capable of...

Abby looked more beautiful than ever with her lips around his cock. It was probably strange to think that, but at that moment, in that frame of mind, it was true. She seemed truly happy to be there doing it, too. However, Aaron had an idea. He still hadn't seen Abby's body in its full, nude glory. Now was the time to do so.

Abby seemed a little surprised and disappointed when Aaron urged her to her feet. She whimpered when his cock popped from her mouth, but she let him help her up, until she stood before him, an imploring look in her eyes.

Aaron caressed her face, a warm smile on his, hoping she'd need no words to know that she'd pleased him greatly. He leaned down and kissed her lips, those lips that had moments earlier given him such intense feelings. He wanted her so much, it was almost painful, but he felt a need to try to make Abby feel as good as she'd made him.

Gently, he lifted her camisole over her head, then let it fall to the ground with the rest of their clothes. Aaron had never seen a woman's breasts before. The sight was incredible. He marveled at what he saw, then brought his hands up to feel. They were warm and soft, yet they had a surprising weight to them. The nipples stood out proudly, Abby's arousal displayed vividly by their prominence, much as Aaron's was shown by his stiff cock.

Once more, Abby looked up at him with a degree of nervousness, as if afraid her breasts weren't good enough. Aaron wasn't sure if there was a way to assure her that they were everything he'd ever desired, at least not in words. Instead, he leaned over and kissed down her cheek, down her throat, over her shoulder, then to the soft swell. He left kisses over every part of each breast, pressing his tongue against her skin with each one, so she could feel the wetness dry coolly in the slight breeze.

Aaron loved the feel of Abby's tits against his lips. He knew he'd never get bored, showing love to them. He rubbed his cheeks against them, brushed the stubble on his chin against the stiff nipples, smiling at the shudder and moan she made.

When he took a nipple between his lips and sucked, he thought Abby was in pain, given the sound she made. A look up assured him it was quite the opposite. He circled the stiff nub with his tongue, bit down gently, then turned to the other. He gave her other nipple as much attention as he had the first, but he knew there was another part of her that required great consideration, and he decided it was time to explore it.

It took some doing, but Aaron finally got Abby's knickers off her, and once they fell to the ground, amid everything else they'd previously worn, he had to actually stand back a bit and admire.

Abby's nude body was a greater work of art than any he believed could have been created by the greatest of the masters he'd learned about in school. Then again, it had been created by the greatest artist who ever was, if Sunday School had taught him anything...

Aaron couldn't find words for what he saw. He was speechless at the beauty before him. Without a word, he pointed to his head, hoping Abby would catch on that he wanted her to take her hair down...

 

[Perplexia]

Slowly he pulled back as her tight lips fought to keep his bulging throbbing cock burried in her mouth. It made a popping sound as he pulled it from her tightened lips. She looked up at him with worry. Had she done something wrong? He urged her up with a smile. His rough hand caressed her soft skin. She blushed a little at the look of pleasure upon his face. It made her beam with delight.

His body bend down kissing her. Her mouth opened for him with their tongues dancing in a new passion. Slowly his hands moved down the sides of her camisole. His eyes stayed with hers as he slowly pulled it over her head. The blush spread over her cheeks as he gazed upon her naked flesh.

Panic began to set in thanks to her mothers words. Fighting to keep from dropping her gaze she looked him in the eye with fright. She had never been what she considered a beauty, but her breasts weren't as plump and round as others.
His warm smile indicated that they were what he wanted. His body so close to hers as he leaned down and kissed her cheek, her throat, and her bare shoulder. Slowly he moved his lips to her breast. She gasped slightly almost freezing but he was so gentle and so caring she forced herself to revel in the touches of his tongue.

Never had her nipples ached the way he had them aching. It made her moan deeply as goose bumps traveled over her skin.
"oh Aaron" she gasped in pleasure as his stubble tickled her soft pure flesh. Then he began to suckle her nipple and another moan echoed. She thought she had died. As he bit down gently she took a deep gasp of breath. "oh god yes" she found herself moaning. It was an odd sensation that then came between her thighs. She could feel herself dampen, and that little nub was aching.

His hands fumbled with her knickers till they fell to the ground. The cool air on her aching sex caused her to groan softly. Her mind was spinning. But too much looking would soon cause her to loose her nerve. Just when she began to drop he touched her again. The flames with in her rose again
His hand touched his head indicating that he wanted her to release her hair. She obeyed shaking it out and letting fall as his fingers stroked her thighs.

 

[susurrus]

Aaron watched with awe as his naked Abby reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall down past her shoulders, a wisp blowing over and tickling down over a breast. It was the most arousing thing he'd ever seen before. He briefly wondered how she could take all that long, luscious hair and package it all so neatly against her head. Aaron loved Abby, had loved her for some time, but he'd never before seen her like this. It made him feel like the luckiest man alive, to have such a glorious example of a woman as this.

Stepping back in close once more, Aaron reached up and ran his fingers through his wife's remarkable hair; wonder, love and lust all flooding his body as he did so. His erection lay proudly against Abby's nude skin, leaving wet trails where it touched.

Proud of his self-control, Aaron let his cock throb insistently without touching it, instead just getting as much out of the contact with Abby's body as he could. Finally, he felt the need to do for Abby what she'd done for him. He'd never actually seen a woman's sex before. He knew how it all worked. Being a fledgling farmer, he'd seen some of the animals doing what it took to make more of their kind, so he was familiar with the process, but he'd never actually had the privilege of witnessing the actual working organs of his own species before.

Kissing his wife on the way down, Aaron slowly descended to his knees once again, marveling at the perfection of the smooth, nude body before him. Kneeling, he was face to face with Abby's belly button, which he leaned forward and kissed. He then proceeded to kiss all over her flat, hairless stomach. His hands rested on the flare of her hips, and he simply reveled in the curves her body had in such abundance. Slowly, he let his hands trail farther back, around the swell of her rear amazed at how round it was, how well it fit his hands.

From here, Aaron smelled an odor he wasn't familiar with, but it filled his head, intoxicated him such that he wanted to be drunk on this again and again. It made his hard cock even harder, made his arousal even deeper. It made him want to fuck Abby even more than ever, but at the moment, he wanted more than anything to see the source of this fragrance, find out what such a smell could also taste like.

Sitting his butt on the ground, Aaron got himself closer to the patch of red hair at the place where Abby's legs met. He knew there had to be more behind that bush, but he couldn't help but draw his face in and feel the softness of the hair against his face.

This close, the arousing odor was even closer, stronger. After a little bit, it got to be too much for him, so he crouched a little, then pushed his face up into that hair, looking for the source of the intoxicating aroma...

 

[Perplexia]

Abigail had never considered what her husband was doing to her as an option. but the feel of his warm face between her thighs caused her to gasp. As he continued to push forward she felt her knees going weak. "I need to lay down before i fall down" she whispered softly.
He was quick to respond helping her down and laying her back gently. Her fingers dug into the earth as his face returned between her parted thighs.
His tongue seemed to delve to taste the drippings he had caused with in her. A gasp and a moan came from her lips as he experimented. "oh Aaron" she found herself purring as he continued his invasion upon her sex. The way that his tongue played, finding what made her moan the loudest, causing her to gasp and whimper taking his sweet time enjoying the conquest and building her to her first orgasm.
When it hit her body arched from the ground as she violently gyrated her hips like a bitch in heat. There were now two bare spots in the grass where she had plucked it from the soil in utter frustration. Her eyes were glazed over as her face blushed from the insane rush of emotion and pleasure that over came her. Aarons face was wet and he was grinning from ear to ear.

 

[susurrus]

Aaron had no idea what he was doing. He wasn't even sure what Abby's sex looked like. He only knew that the odor was like a siren's song to him, the smell filled his head and made him long to taste. If it smelled this good, it must taste incredible!

Aaron buried his face into the fur between Abby's legs and smiled to himself at the reaction he received. He pushed his face deeper between her legs and felt a softness he couldn't readily describe. Everything he did seemed to elicit a pleasurable response from the woman riding his mouth, so he just kept exploring, his arousal becoming greater all the time.

Soon, his neck was bent back almost painfully, his tongue followed the wet split, until a delicious fluid touched his tongue. This was the accompanying flavor to the scent that intoxicated him so. He lapped at the source of the fluid, then licked up the length of the slit surrounding his tongue. Just as the folds started to join, Aaron found a stiff, slick little nub. When he touched this, Abby jumped, then started moaning even louder than before.

Not long after, she whispered quiveringly, "Aaron, I need to lay down before I fall down." Her hands rested on his head, the fingers twined in his hair.

Acting quickly, he stopped what he was doing, then helped Abby down onto the bed that had been formed by the fall of their clothes. Once she was safely situated, he wasted no time going back to what he was doing between Abby's legs.

From this vantage, it was a lot easier to see what he'd heard Shaughnessy at the mill call a "cunt," and what he'd heard some of the other guys refer to as a "pussy." Aaron had no idea where either of those terms came from, he was sure that science had a different term for it, but he didn't care. Either of those words would do just fine. Regardless, it was possibly the most enigmatic, most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Abby didn't bother holding her legs like a lady might. It was obvious she wanted more of what he'd been doing a little bit ago.

Aaron dove right back in, his tongue eagerly seeking more of that tasty fluid he'd lapped up earlier. It was flowing copiously from the base of the beautiful pussy slit, so he aimed directly for it, scooping up as much as he could and letting it linger on his tongue a little before swallowing it down. It seemed that as much as he licked up, the more flowed, so there'd be a steady supply. He also saw that stiff little nub peeking out from the opposite end of her cunt. It looked swollen and as desperate for attention as his cock was. Gently, he nudged it with his nose as he lapped up more of the pussy juice Abby kept giving him. The reaction that slight contact gave him made him wonder just what would happen if he gave it more attention.

Sliding his tongue between Abby's pussy lips, Aaron flickered his tongue over the little nub, and smiled at Abby's response. He then attacked it with his lips and tongue, not letting up until Abby shuddered and came, with a violence that both shocked and pleased Aaron.

Aaron's face rode his wife's pussy through her orgasm, getting soaked in the process. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed, and he hoped he'd be able to make Abby feel that good again and again and again.

When Abby started to calm down after her cum, Aaron slowly raised his head from her pussy, grinning crazily. He didn't mid the mess at all. In fact, it was kind of fun to get messy making the person you love feel good. However, he was now hornier than he'd ever been in his life. He crawled up Abby's body, careful not to rub his hard cock against her smooth skin. When he was face to face with her, he felt the hair on her cunt tickle his shaft, just the slightest little bit, and it took all he could muster not to cum right then and there.

"Abby," he croaked, "I'm so horny, I'm afraid if I put my cock in you that I'll cum way too fast. I want to fuck you so bad," he used yet another word the men at the mill used when talking about having sex, "but I don't want you to think it'll be so quick every time."

He thought a moment. He was surprised he'd been able to piece together so many words already. "Can you help me, or should I just get inside you and cum, with the promise that I'll last longer next time?"

He was dying to cum. His balls were starting to ache, he'd been so aroused for so long...

 

[Perplexia]

The words he spoke barely registered in her mind. Her body was still shuddering from something new and unknown to her. This was not what young ladies talked about. This was not even something her mother had described. Slowly she sat up. Her eyes still glazed as she kissed her husbands wet mouth. The taste of her was still fresh on his lips. It was divine. It made her wonder if he would taste as good.

The only thing she knew how to do she had discovered this very day. "lay down" she requested softly, almost embarrassed to be asking. His smile was still there causing her to blush as he laid down on their bed of clothes.

Her mouth went to his hard shaft and ran her tongue up its length. She giggled as it jumped. The sounds that came from his mouth as she continued made her proud. She was happy to be pleasing him in such a carnal way. His moans and grunts excited her as she took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck it down.

The further in her mouth she pushed his shaft, the more noise he made. Sucking and licking finding new spots to press her tongue. The more excited he became the more she enjoyed the power of having his shaft in her mouth. Her hand finding his beautiful balls and massaging them as she sucked on him without pause or reservation.