Archive-name: Couples/mslily12.txt
Archive-author: Various - Genie
Archive-title: Adv of Miss Lilly's Tavern...12
Irish let Slade drag her into the back room of the Golden Slipper. She'd had
no idea that Slade was anywhere near enough to overhear what she was telling
the girls.
As he shut the door behind them with his boot, one hand began lifting her
skirts till they bunched at her waist. Then he ripped her drawers off,
stuffing part of them in her mouth. With his other hand, he unfastened the
buttons on his pants and drew out his raging hard cock.
She wanted to say something, anything, but the cloth cut off her words. Then
his steel shaft sank into her still-wet pussy.
As he shoved her back against the door, he stopped, buried inside of her. His
hand was still trapped between there bodies and his fingers began to play with
her clit. He buried his lips behind her ear.
"Your story got me so hot," he muttered. "I got to have you now. Can't wait
til tonight."
Then he began fucking her, stroking in and out. Irish felt a tingle run
through her body. Combined with his wandering fingers, he was driving her
quickly towards an orgasm. It was incredibly decadent to think that his cock
was surrounded by whatever of Jonah's fluid that was still left in her.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight for the ride. Her inner
muscles began to clench around his pistoning cock as he banged her sore ass up
against the wooden door.
"So good," he whispered in her ear. "So hot and soft. I can almost feel the
cum still in there."
Irish knew she wasn't going to last long and neither would Slade. He was too
worked up. She began arching her back, pressing her breasts against his
chest, with her hips meeting him thrust for thrust.
In seconds, Slade spilled his load into her and Irish came with a muffled
yell, her sore and swollen pussy clasping at his spurting cock. "MMpphh!!!
Ooohhh!"
As she screamed out her pleasure, his fingers tightly pinched her clit,
sending more bolts of pleasure throughout her spasming body.
They continued to fuck, their movements slowing down only as the force of the
orgasms lessened. Finally, Slade buried himself in her one last time and held
perfectly still. They stood there like that for several minutes, while their
breathing slowed down.
Still buried deep inside her, Slade picked her up and laid her back on the
table in the middle of the room. Then he slowly withdrew his cock.
He took her wet drawers from her mouth and used them as a stopper on her
leaking pussy. Slowly he rolled them into a ball and inserted it inside.
"That better still be there when I visit you tonight," he whispered. "I want
to eat all the cum out of you then."
Without another word, he quickly did up the buttons on his pants and left the
room, leaving Irish, lying on the table on her back, her skirt around her
waist, her drawers stuffed into her pussy, her legs wide apart.
Irish slowly drew her legs together and sat up, brushing down her skirt.
Wow! she thought. That story really turned him on. I can't wait for tonight.
Smoothing her hair down, she nonchalantly sauntered back into the main room
and sat down with the girls. "Shall we finish our card game?"
Slade felt a little woozy as he stumbled from the bar. Every man in the place
had grinned at him when he'd exited the back room, while all the girls had
stared at him with big eyes. Well, let them stare. He'd enjoyed himself.
But he needed to be getting back to the ranch. He wanted to make sure
everything was running smoothly before Clem Dawson got to town, in case he had
to take off after the outlaw.
He headed over to the General Store, intending to buy a few supplies before
heading back. He nodded at the owner as he entered and made his way to the
back, among the barrels of feed. Perusing the different barrels, he was
unaware of the two men who came in after him, until he overheard them talking.
"Make sure you get enough buckshot, Enos," the first said. "Clem said we're
gonna need a handful."
At the mention of Clem's name, his ears perked up. He wished he hadn't drunk
so much whisky earlier. It might've made it easier to hear now without that
damned ringing in his ears.
"Fine, Bart," Enos replied. "Just make sure you get the right kind of
tobacco. There's plenty o' guys that'll get purty testy if you ferget."
"All right, all right," Bart grumbled. "When's Clem coming in to town
anyways?"
"'Bout two weeks or so," Enos replied. "Now, let's git going."
As they started to move away, Slade was anxious to hear if they talked about
Clem anymore. He stumbled against one of the feed barrels and it rocked
loudly against another.
Within seconds the two men were around the corner and had a hold of Slade. As
he was cursing to himself for being so careless, they shook him roughly.
"Who're you? What're you doin' here?" one asked.
"How much did you overhear?"
Before Slade could answer any of their questions, one of them hit him hard and
he slumped in their grasp before he passed out.
Slade felt a little woozy as he stumbled from the bar. Every man in the place
had grinned at him when he'd exited the back room, while all the girls had
stared at him with big eyes. Well, let them stare. He'd enjoyed himself.
But he needed to be getting back to the ranch. He wanted to make sure
everything was running smoothly before Clem Dawson got to town, in case he had
to take off after the outlaw.
He headed over to the General Store, intending to buy a few supplies before
heading back. He nodded at the owner as he entered and made his way to the
back, among the barrels of feed. Perusing the different barrels, he was
unaware of the two men who came in after him, until he overheard them talking.
"Make sure you get enough buckshot, Enos," the first said. "Clem said we're
gonna need a handful."
At the mention of Clem's name, his ears perked up. He wished he hadn't drunk
so much whisky earlier. It might've made it easier to hear now without that
damned ringing in his ears.
"Fine, Bart," Enos replied. "Just make sure you get the right kind of
tobacco. There's plenty o' guys that'll get purty testy if you ferget."
"All right, all right," Bart grumbled. "When's Clem coming in to town
anyways?"
"'Bout two weeks or so," Enos replied. "Now, let's git going."
As they started to move away, Slade was anxious to hear if they talked about
Clem anymore. He stumbled against one of the feed barrels and it rocked
loudly against another.
Within seconds the two men were around the corner and had a hold of Slade. As
he was cursing to himself for being so careless, they shook him roughly.
"Who're you? What're you doin' here?" one asked.
"How much did you overhear?"
Before Slade could answer any of their questions, one of them hit him hard and
he slumped in their grasp before he passed out.
Irish curled up on the front porch swing. As she tucked her legs beneath her,
she could feel the rolled up drawers shift in her pussy. But they made an
effective stopper, holding all of Slade's seed inside her. It gave her a wild
feeling, knowing that part of him was still inside her all day, event though
they were apart.
Her journal rested in her hand. Everyone in the house had seen her write in
it at one time or another, but as far as she knew, no one had been able to
find it and read it. She hoped they never did. It revealed too much of her
past and too many of her secrets.
She thumbed through some of the ink-stained pages. There was a lifetime in
that book, two or three lifetimes, in fact. Randomly, she opened it near the
beginning and began to read what was on the page.
June 18, 1967 - Yesterday was the best day of my life.
Because yesterday, I became Mrs. Jacob Hunter in the eyes
of everyone. And last night, I became Mrs. Jacob Hunter
in the eyes of Jake and God. I never dreamed that men
and women did such things together. But Jake made me
feel such pleasure from his body as it entered mine. I'm
still blushing from some of the things he did to me.
She skipped a few pages.
August 4, 1967 - Jake told me yesterday that we're moving
to Montana. I'm not sure I want to leave my family. But
I'll follow Jake to the ends of the earth. That's how
much I love him. Last night after he told me, we went to
bed. And the things he did with his tongue. I never
knew you could feel such exquisite pleasure. I know I've
become more daring in my writing as time goes by. I
almost can't write what he did to me. But I have to. If
only to make it seem real in broad daylight....last night
as we were hugging and kissing, he kissed his way down to
my breasts and suckled there, like a babe. He's done
that before. But instead of returning to my mouth, he
kissed me down between my thighs. I almost fainted from
the pleasure. Jake said I actually had a climax and that
I cried out when it happened. He called me his wild
Irish lass. And then, he put himself into me. I shall
try to use more of the words he is teaching me.
Therefore, he put his "cock" into me, and we made love.
Jan. 8, 1868 - I can't remember ever being this happy.
Jake wouldn't let me out of bed this morning. Not that I
minded. It's so cold here in Montana. I wouldn't care
if we spent the whole day in bed together.
Finally, she turned to a page near the middle. Some of the words were
splotched, but most were legible. Pain tore at her as she read the words
again.
March 20, 1868 - I've only been widowed 3 weeks, 4 days
and 7 hours and already some of the men are trying to
console me. I don't want consolation! I want Jake back!
How could he have been stupid enough to let that horse
trample him?
March 30, 1868 - Larry Knight from the ranch next to ours
has offered me a way out of this mess. I don't want to,
but I think I'm going to have to take it. He'll loan me
some money and ranch hands to finish the work here, if
I'll sleep with him. I don't want anybody but Jake. But
I can't let his ranch fail.
June 17, 1868 - Today would have been mine and Jake's one
year anniversary. Instead of spending it with the man I
love, I spent it under a grunting hulk of a man,
bartering my body in exchange for his money.
July 3, 1868 - I'm getting out of here. Larry Knight has
been lying to me all along. Instead of depositing money
in the bank to pay off my taxes, he's been buying my
ranch. Now I'm left with nothing, except his "charity."
I'd rather sell myself to every man in the territory
before I sleep with him again.
July 28, 1868 - Well, I am selling myself to every man in
the territory. Well, almost every man. I started work
last week at Madame Rosa's. It's a whore house, but
we're well-treated and we're allowed to save our money.
Pretty soon, I won't need to work here anymore.
October 1, 1868 - Madame Rosa closed her doors this
morning for the last time. And did we ever have a party
last night. Everyone for free. Some of those cowboys
haven't been able to afford me, but they all sure took
their turns last night. I think I must have fucked at
least 20 different men, but most of the time, I serviced
2 or 3 at the same time. At least there were all young
and handsome, not fat like Larry Knight. One day, I'm
going to make him rue the day he stole from me. Madame
Rosa's found me a place in Arizona at a house called Miss
Lily's. She says I'll like it there. I don't care.
Just so long as I keep earning money.
Irish sat there, thinking about the fate that had brought her here to Miss
Lily's and introduced her to Slade McCall. After Jake, she'd never thought
she'd truly love another man, but deep down inside, she knew that was the way
she felt about Slade.
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