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  “Now, husband, I am ready for some heavy fucking.” Her words—ones he never expected to hear from any lady—excited him even more. She wrapped her legs around his hips and met his every stroke. He felt her tightening as a sign she was ready to come, so he increased his rhythm, bringing them both to incredible climaxes. Then they slept, and he dreamed.

  Chapter 6

  Major Jeffrey Daggett Sawyer was twenty years older than his bride, who he wed last summer on her eighteenth birthday in June. She was so beautiful it had taken his breath away as he watched her and an elderly family friend walk up the aisle toward him. The dream faded and resurfaced as he carried her over the threshold of the Grand Palace Hotel into the Bridal Suite, where in actuality, they spent only two days together.

  As dreams do, his jumped from thing to thing, place to place. First, the bed and then the floor, where their clothes jumbled together, and finally he saw them making love for the first time. Her face was a blur in his surreal world and he wondered in his dream if it was Lucretia he was fucking. Surely, a virgin bride should be meek, embarrassed, and afraid. The woman under his body acted anything but like a virgin, although he knew she was when he broke her cherry. The woman he saw on the marriage bed demanded and gave as good as she got from him.

  He saw her body for the first time, naked and pink with dark areolas, big tits, and a yellow juncture between her legs. Suddenly the yellow grew bigger and bigger as he backed away. Next, he saw her touching herself. His dick throbbed as he watched. When he tried to put it in her, another cock slid in ahead of him. It was bigger, darker, longer, and seemed to grow to fill her pussy, which was enlarging again as it had before. He watched her lift her hips to meet the cock sliding inside her body. She cried out for more, more, more, and the cock gave her more before the scene slipped away.

  Where had she learned the words that she had whispered when they fucked? Who had taught her the things she did to him? Was she a whore instead of a lady…one who lay smiling at him, exposing every inch of her nudity for him to see and want? Next, he saw her in her white wedding gown, standing outside among the flowers. The gown had a big hole in front for all to see her cunt. The top of the gown dropped away, leaving her tits bare, but only long enough for two men to cover them with their mouths.

  “Honey, Jeffrey, wake up. You are moaning. Please wake up.” He realized his beautiful wife was shaking him, pulling him back from the horrible place where cruel dreams come to life. He was soaking wet with sweat and terribly thirsty. He pushed her hands away and jumped up naked, looking around as if still somewhere other than his major’s quarters at the fort.

  Chapter 7

  Jeffrey shook his head, found the water pitcher, and drank deeply from it, not taking time to pour a glass. Lucretia sat up with a blanket wrapped around her hips, but her breasts exposed. Her nipples felt the cold of the room and hardened, causing little bumps to arise on her areolas. His voice came out raspy. “Cover yourself, woman.”

  She stared at him, but did as he said, slowly. She was confused—no doubt—from the way he spoke to her. His dream loomed heavily in his memory. He knew it was a dream, and yet…yet, it was so real. He shook his head again and sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

  Lucretia moved closer to him, touching him gently on the shoulder. “It was just a bad dream, Jeffrey. Just a nightmare.” When he did not move, she pressed her torso against his back, careful to keep the blanket up. She kissed the back of his neck and held him close. She felt him start to relax.

  He turned to her, gently pushing her on her back onto the bed. He lay down beside her and lifted her to lie against him, head on his shoulder. “I am sorry, my darling. It seems like all I do is apologize. I am truly sorry. It was a nightmare. Lord knows I have not had one since I was a child. Even out here, where death is so common and cruelties are an everyday occurrence, I have slept soundly.”

  She placed her fingers over his lips to silence him and smiled as she looked deeply into his eyes. “Maybe it was because you are not used to sharing this little bed with anyone. It is barely big enough for a big man like you—let alone two people. Maybe we will have to sleep in shifts, or stacked.”

  Jeffrey appreciated her attempt at humor and responded with a grin. “Great idea, sleeping stacked. Like this, do you mean?” He rolled her over until she was stretched out full length facing him and pulled the blanket away from her front. He put his arms around her soft body and held her tight. She licked her lips and lowered her face to his. He opened his mouth to take her kiss. “Just looking at that mouth of yours makes me horny.”

  She giggled. “I can tell. I feel something down there wiggling a bit.” She shifted her hips until she felt his cock between her legs. With no hesitation, she raised just enough to take him inside her to the opening of her deep hole. When she felt it harden further, she lifted herself and drove her pussy down on him. He moaned his pleasure as he held her hips, guiding her. She placed a knee on each side of him and rode him, sliding up and down. He pushed her shoulders back until she was sitting on his dick. He touched her clit as she moved to take him even deeper. Their bodies gleamed with sweat as she pounded down on him. He lifted his hips to meet her and they exploded together.

  This time when they slept, he had no nightmares, but his last waking thought was, how did she learn to fuck like that?

  Chapter 8

  Outside their small house, the troops found dozens of reasons to wander by, hoping to hear what was going on. Some were rewarded with sounds of lovemaking, some with the major snoring. Lucretia’s cries brought many a cock to a standing position and resulted in more than one young man taking longer than normal in the latrine.

  Lucretia awoke before Jeff and sat with her back against the wall behind the bed, wrapping herself tightly in one of the blankets. She watched him and enjoyed the softness of his face, unguarded in slumber. She tried to find something positive in the place he called a house, and his face was the only thing she could find even remotely positive.

  The house—if one could call it that—was cold, probably the same temperature as outside. In June, in their bridal suite, he had described the heat of the prairie, the endless waves of wind blowing the grass, the shimmering sunlight, and nights so hot no one could sleep. That was the opposite of what she felt now, in mid-winter.

  Hot in summer, cold in winter, she thought. As she looked around, she saw that the cabin was little more than a large garden shack, only not built so well. The cracks and chinks in the rough boards comprised the walls and roof were so big that light came through. The floor was packed dirt and their clothing was in piles where they fell in their lust for each other. A small unlit woodstove sat in the far corner near a crude counter with a dishpan sitting on it. Above the counter were three makeshift shelves which contained three—yes, three—small pans and a coffeepot, along with a few dishes and eating utensils. A filthy-looking skillet hung from a nail beside the stove.

  Washing facilities appeared to be a pitcher and cracked bowl on a remarkably nice chiffonier beside the bed. She would have to ask him how the chest got here. She presumed it contained her husband’s personal items, as a spare uniform and hat hung from nails in the walls. A rickety table, two chairs, and a chamber pot under the bed completed the furnishings. Nowhere did she see towels, soap, or any such necessities.

  Lucretia closed her eyes and tried to talk to God. “Lord, did you know where you were sending me? Even when my trunks arrive, today perhaps, where am I to put everything? This entire cabin is smaller than my closet at home. If Father were alive and could see me now, he would shoot Jeffrey on sight and both he and my mother would turn over in her grave.” God did not answer.

  Chapter 9

  “Good morning, my beautiful wife. Are you praying?” His voice was barely a whisper and the hand that touched her face was gentle. Lucretia smiled without opening her eyes and slid down to lay beside him. Jeffrey felt her warmth and smelled her woman scent, which gave him an instant boner. He moved
his head to her chest and began to nuzzle her tits. Her nipples hardened under his mouth. She moaned softly when he bit them. One hand moved down her stomach and into her womanhood. He probed and caressed only a minute before spreading her thighs to accommodate his need.

  He was surprised when she stopped his entry with her hand. “Wait, please. I am not ready yet. Kiss me, Jeffrey, and tease me down there first.” He did as asked. Soon she moved her pussy up and down and around, indicating she was ready. She rocked up to the hand holding his penis and pushed his organ deeply inside her.

  He began to move quickly before she asked, “Please slow down, darling. Give me time to catch up with you.” He slowed and wondered again about her knowledge of her own body…the body he had deflowered those short months ago. How did she know that if he slowed, it would be better for her? He felt a sudden rage of jealousy as pieces of his dream came back to him.

  “Oh, Jeffrey, I love you so much. I want to feel you in me today and forever. Now, yes, now,” she cried. He felt the wetness from deep inside her wash over the end of his dick and he could wait no more.

  Lucretia snuggled against her husband and traced patterns across his chest and around his nipples. The hair there was blond, as was his hair. We should have beautiful, light-skinned children with golden crowns and eyes bluer than the sky, she thought.

  Chapter 10

  “Jeffrey, darling. I need a shower. Where do I go to get one?”

  Her husband took a deep breath. The time of reckoning had arrived and he might as well just get it all over with at once, rather than have her find out a bit at a time. “Honey, darling, sweetheart, angel, kitten, love of my life, there are a few things I need to tell you.”

  She laughed. “When you start out with all those endearments, I suspect I am not going to like what I hear.” Her hand continued to tickle his chest.

  “I am afraid you’re right, Lucretia. There was no time earlier for me to tell you about life at the fort. It has none of the luxuries of home. Actually, it is so different there is no comparison. I know I should have told you. I should have found the time, but with only two days before I had to leave, I wanted everything perfect for our marriage and short honeymoon. It was perfect, wasn’t it?”

  Lucretia’s hand stopped caressing her husband. “Yes, it was perfect. Are you trying to tell me that things are not so perfect here?”

  Jeffrey sighed. He took her hand and pressed the palm to his lips. “It is not perfect here at all. Let us start with the shower. There is no shower here, nor is there enough water to waste on showers. Actually, there is no bathtub either. We use as little water as we can because our one well is inadequate for so many people. We draw water from it every time the bucket fills. Privates Winters and Jones are assigned water duty and take turns day and night making sure the horse troughs and pails for cooking are always full. Each man—and woman—is allotted one small bucket of water a day for personal use.”

  She sat up, ignoring the cold of the room as her blanket fell to her waist. She did not notice her nipples immediately harden, but her husband did. If she knew that he wanted to suck them, she probably would have hit him.

  “Let me see if I understand. No water, no showers, no bathtub, and one small bowl of water a day. Am I right? You expect me to wash my hair and clean my body with a bowl of water. It will take a dozen bowls like that one”—she pointed at the one on the chiffonier—“to even begin to wash away the sweat, dirt, and filth from my body. By filth, I mean dried body fluids from our lovemaking, not to mention dirty feet from this floor. And what about laundry? How do we clean our clothes?” Her eyes were flashing and her cheeks were red with anger.

  “Now, honey, it is not always this bad. When we get some rain or even snow, we catch it and have more than enough water for a while. We save it in barrels, buckets, and anything else we can find. When it warms up, we can swim in the river over yonder.”

  “When it rains!” she shouted. “When will that be? Will my feet be as brown as yours are? Will my hair hang in limp strands, like yours does? Will our body odors chase people away, like your soldiers’ smells? Dear God, what am I doing here?” She threw herself over on her front, burying her face in the pillow. “Even this pillow stinks. The blankets stink. Everything stinks.”

  Chapter 11

  Jeffrey put his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. “Go away. Go out and have them hitch the horses back to the wagon. I am going home. Tell Aunt Liz…oh, dear, Aunt Liz. I forgot all about her in my…well, tell her we are going home.”

  Jeffrey rose from the bed and dressed in the clothes lying on the floor. He went to the door, opened it, and brought in a pail half full of water that one of the privates had left for them sometime earlier. The water had a layer of ice across the top, so he broke it with his fist. He put a scant inch in the bowl and rinsed his hands and face. He tossed the dirty water out the door and refilled the bowl. “I have left the rest for you. When you calm down, we will talk. Until then, I would advise you to dress, because if you want to eat, you will have to come with me to the dining room. Otherwise, well, you can see there is nothing here.” He pulled on the coat hanging from a nail on the wall and without another word he left, closing the door softly behind him.

  Lucretia turned over and stared at the ceiling. No, it is not a ceiling, she thought, it is the damn roof. A roof full of holes…well, it might be nice if it rained. Take a shower in bed. Pay no mind to the mud where the dirt is now. Stand outside in your clothes to wash them.

  She heard a noise and looked over the edge of the bed. A mouse looked back at her. She screamed and stood stark naked on the bed. Jeffrey had gone only a few yards from the door when she screamed, and he was like a bullet flying back inside. Two of his men were right behind him, so when he shoved the door open, his beautiful wife in her full naked glory stood for all to see.

  The two men stared, taking in every inch of her body before Jeffrey pushed them back outside. He shut the door and then noticed the mouse scurrying outside through a crack under the wall. He wanted to laugh, but the better part of his valor won out. He rushed to the bed and scooped her up in his arms, holding her close. She buried her face on his shoulder and sobbed until he sat her on the edge of the bed with his arms around her as the mouse left the cabin through a hole in the wall.

  Chapter 12

  “I ain’t never seed anything like that afore. It were like lookin’ at an angel with no clothes. Prettiest thing I ever seed in my life. Like I already died and in heaven. Sure enough, like an angel.” Private Jones, one of the well men, stood just outside the cabin door, repeating over and over what he had seen. Corporal Jed Dryer, the wagon driver, had seen her too, but he was speechless. He closed his eyes, trying to bring back her image, but felt what he wanted was a sin. Sin or not, he knew as long as he lived, he would remember the pink and blond beauty on the bed. Her round tits were globes like summer melons, her hips were smooth and silky, and her womanhood…well, she was for sure yellow-haired all over.

  Corporal Dryer finally heard Private Winters mumbling. He grabbed Winters’ arm and spun him around. “Listen and listen good, you rock-for-brains. You will never tell anyone what you saw. That is the major’s wife, not some slattern you visit above whatever bar you crawl into. Do you hear me? Not a word.”

  “Oh, yes sir, Corporal. I hear you. Not a word.”

  “If I hear one word about her from any of the men, I will know where they heard it and I will come looking for you. You know those two front teeth you be missing?” Winters nodded. “Well, it will be four missing if you say one word about Mrs. Sawyer. Do you understand?”

  Winters nodded again and the men turned away to return to their duties.

  Within minutes, Jed Dryer heard Private Jones let out a hoot. “Blond all the way. Wow, the major is one lucky man.” Jed turned away from the horse he was currying and walked quickly toward the well. Private Winters never saw the fist that collided with his face in the split-second it took the corporal to spin
the private to face him. Private Winters hit the ground, spitting blood out his mouth and nose. He sat up, shaking his head. When he opened his mouth, two teeth fell out.

  Men ran from all directions to the well, hoping for more fighting, but Sergeant O’Brian arrived first and stood between the two enemies just as Captain Grant walked toward them. “Now, what was this all about? I want to know. You, Dryer, why did you hit this man?” Corporal Dryer simply looked at the sergeant and refused to answer.

  “All right, Winters. What have you to say for yourself?” The private, too, refused to answer. “Well, seems the cat has your tongues, so I guess a night in the brig might get the cat to return a tongue or two. So, up with you, Winters. Both of you, let’s go. You know the way.”

  The sergeant tipped his hat to Mrs. Liz Harold, who had come outside the small room where she slept. The sound of the fight—short though it was—drew her, as well as Lieutenant Deke Carter and his wife, Molly. Deke was tall and black as coal, with hair so short it looked like a mat. He was a strong man, with muscles that strained against his uniform. Molly, while not as black as her husband, was pleasantly pretty and barely reached to his shoulders. Her hair was dark and carefully braided into long rows that reached her shoulders.

  Liz nodded to Molly and walked over to meet her. Molly seemed hesitant and shy, but Liz failed to notice. In no time, Liz had the younger woman laughing as they walked together into the small house the Carters shared. Molly made strange-tasting tea, but Liz ignored its flavor and thanked her generously. Soon they were chatting like old friends.