A Hand For The Little Lady

Marcus sat for a moment, enjoying the sound of birds in the trees, and the rustle of alder leaves in the gentle breeze. The bright colors of leaves and sunlight made the woods a park. With a slight smile on his face Marcus turned his piebald stud down a branch of the trail which appeared to go to the bottom of the valley, and hopefully to a river. He needed to fill his canteen and water Ruckus, the stubborn, hammer-headed horse he was sitting on... his best friend.
Marcus crossed a vast meadow, or possibly an old abandoned field. The west was full of such. It was not uncommon to come across a quaint little orchard so old that no trace of buildings still stood near it. Fields would last for 20 years of more before the trees regrew in them. Blackberries and roses were usually the first to claim a field such as this. Marcus' suspicions were proved as he passed through a broken down rock fence. From there one the maples and beachwoods made a park-like area where there was little grass or bushes. He could see the glint of water down below. The roar of the river blended with the wind rushing through the tops of the trees. A blue jay scolded him, flying in front and above him and scolding him with it's terrible screams of outrage. A crow called from far away, as if inquiring what all the fuss was about.
Marcus kept his eyes open. Though it was nearly the start of a new century, the west in the year of 1899 was still a rough place. Dirty, low-down Indians had been replaced by dirty, low-down white men. The trains filled the west with thieves and scoundrels, where once honest men had tread. There used to be an old saying, that "God made man, but Samuel Colt made men equal." They should have added that Samuel Colt made all men equal, and honest. But then the problem could be attributed to overcrowding. The ease of transportation had filled the west to the breaking point. In the past week he had seen three farms and a ranch.
Marcus stopped, just inside the trees, to survey the river before he stepped into sight. It always paid to be careful. He was about to urge Ruckus forward when he saw movement in a secluded bunch of cottonwoods. He squinted and moved to his left until he saw a blonde woman looking around spuriously, while mixing something in her lap. It took a moment to figure out what she was mixing. Herself.
"Holy shit," Marcus gasped, his eyes bugging out. He was too far away to see much. He didn't have a telescope or he would have had one hell of a show. As it was he figured he could move a little closer without being seen.
Desperate for a better view, Marcus turned his horse upstream, away from the woman below. He hurried Ruckus until he found a shallow ford, then forced the piebald across. It took only a moment to hurry back to the grove, on the opposite side of the river. He was about to quit in disappointment, believing he had missed her, when he saw the top of her head spring up as she looked around. In a moment she centered her attention to what she was doing in her lap.
Marcus tied off Ruckus to a dead branch. With stealthy steps he moved forward, using the sound of the wind and the river to cover his movements. In a moment he stood not 20 feet from her, but at her back. He could see nothing. Perturbed, he decided to reveal his presence and make the most of it.
"That's a hell of a waste, ma'am," he said gently. She gasped and sprang to her feet, spinning around to face him.
"Who are you?"
"Just a stranger passing through. I saw you sitting there and came to see if you needed help. Do you?" he asked slyly.
"Wh... what's that mean," she demanded guiltily.
"Well, I could do that for you, and a damned sight better, I recon."
"Do what?" she threw her chin up.
"Churn that butter," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. She smiled for a moment, then stiffened her face.
"I was rubbing my stomach," she said defiantly.
"Yes ma'am, I know you were. And I could help."
"You asshole, I'm so horny I could die," she stamped her foot. "In another minute I would have been done."
"Let me help, a mouth is better than a finger anyhow."
"You do cunninglus?" she gasped in wonder.
"It's one of my favorite languages," he smiled. "Can I come over there?" he asked wistfully.
"Yeah... yes," she nodded, motioning for him to come closer.
"Can I bring my horse if he promises not to watch?" he asked with a little laugh.
"Yes, bring your damned horse. If you don't pan out maybe I can make a deal with him."
"Oh shit," he gasped in surprise.
"I was just kidding," she growled.
"Oh good, my horse has a weak heart. I don't think he could take a proposition like that."
"Would you shut the hell up and get over here, before I die?"
"I'm on my way," he said, pulling Ruckus along behind him. The closer he got to the woman, the more he liked what he saw. It was pure luck that he had come across her at her most vulnerable moment. Otherwise a woman like her would have nothing to do with him.
"Say, you don't have a pappy or a husband about, do you?" he asked, searching the nearby woods.
"My daddy's in Cuba. He followed his mules into the Spanish war. He said if they get shot, he'll die with them. He's stubborn enough too."
With Ruckus tied off to a tree, Marcus approached the beautiful woman. She was obviously in a state of anxiety. She swished her floured dress like a deer swishing it's tail before flight. Her legs were widespread. The log was worn smooth with much use. By her?
"Well," she demanded.
"I'm a might nervous, now that I'm close up. You're a good looking filly."
"Thanks. Now service me, you son-of-a-bitch," she said, pulling up her dress. Marcus gasped at the gleam of satiny smooth legs and thighs which had never seen the sunshine. Only her pussy itself was still covered with the hem of the dress. He sank to his knees between her legs, looked at her hesitantly, then with a gasp he reached down and pulled up the hem of the dress. There it was in all it's naked glory. The most beautiful pussy he had seen anywhere. The pelt of hair was light brown and small. Good, he didn't like hairy women. Some had hair on their thighs and ass. She didn't. Her pussy was slender and delicate. Her pelt of hair well groomed and dainty. He leaned forward and petted the hair up away from her pussy. Her lips glistened with moisture from her previous excitement. Her pussy was sweet and inviting. It was too bad that he had lied. He had never performed cunninglus in his life. But he had fantasized about it many times.
Marcus licked his lips and leaned down. He was as startled as she was at the first contact with her pussy. The skin on his lips was hot and soft. The moisture was not exactly tasty, but he could handle it. It was a lot like kissing a raw fish.
He pried her pussy open with his fingers and looked inside. He could see a mess of twisted skin, and a wet hole at the bottom. He stuck his tongue inside the hole experimentally. She moaned a little, but nothing more.
Marcus had watched a bull licking a cow many times, it was a common sight on the range. Did the bull know what he was doing? Marcus sure didn't. He pressed his lips against her pussy and extended his tongue. With great care he dragged his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top. That got a reaction from her.
Marcus tried again, this time holding his mouth still and moving only his tongue. Yes, that was it. The woman was going crazy on his tongue now. She was leaning down over his head and holding his face in place. Her legs were wide open and shaking. She moaned the loudest when his tongue struck the knot of skin. He took this as an omen. He extended his tongue and worried the stiff bundle of skin. He felt something hard inside that felt suspiciously like a small cock. Experimentally, he batted at the small cock with his tongue. Yes, that was it. She was twisting and humping as he licked her there. In no time at all her squeals of excitement were echoing around the woods. He was glad that the sound of the river partially covered her screams. Still, they might be overheard.
Licking diligently, Marcus looked up at the woman's chest. It had been a long while since he had seen a good set of breasts. In fact he could never remember seeing breasts, outside of pictures passed around over the campfire. Here was a living set of breasts bouncing around over his head, just waiting to be examined.
Sucking the stiff little cock into his mouth, he busied his hands by unbuttoning the wooden buttons from the top of her dress. He encountered his first obstacle. A lacey little cotton undershirt with no buttons.
"I want to see your breast," he begged, temporarily taking his mouth out of her pussy. She gasped in anxiousness and reached down, yanking the undershirt over her head. While licking absently, Marcus' hands went to her magical breasts. They were the most wonderful things he had ever felt. They were amazingly soft and firm. The nipples were pink and hard. He could just imagine a baby sucking on one of them. Or maybe himself?
"Lick me!" she commanded.
"I am," he complained.
"Bullshit. Put your mouth against my pussy, suck hard, and work your tongue inside it."
Marcus tried to comply. Even then she humped her pussy against his mouth and slid it up and down to make up for his deficiency. He used his thumbs to spread the pussy lips. He pulled his mouth off to take a good look inside. Puckering his lips, he engulfed the tiny tent of flesh and sucked it into his lips. She hissed and raised her ass, pressing her pussy firmly against his mouth.
"That's it, suck it while you strum it with your tongue," she hissed. He did so and watched her wither and twist. He enjoyed seeing the effect that his ministrations had on her. Her face twisted and contoured until it was old and butt ugly, but he was not about to tell her that.
He noticed that she was panting and cursing under her breath. In fact she seemed to be getting louder and faster. Since he had never dealt with anybody but whores before this, it was something new and frightening for him. Whores never moaned. In fact they usually smoked a cigarette while being fucked. This woman was going crazy. He liked that.
"Damn it, I'm cumming," she gasped, vibrating on his mouth. He didn't know if he should feel guilty or not. Her ass was going to be rubbed raw on the log, if she kept that up.
Suddenly she threw her legs around his neck and squealed. He grabbed her legs, trying to pry them apart, but she was too strong for him. She humped her pussy against his mouth, with his head firmly trapped between her nethery soft legs. He knew he would die, but what a way to go. He couldn't wait until his friends found out. What the hell was he talking about, his only friend was Ruckus, who was undoubtedly watching in disdain.
Lapping like crazy, Marcus watched her face as she moaned and twisted. Her soft thighs felt good against his ears. Her pubic hair tickled his nose. Her wetness was coating his face with a fragrant liquid. He didn't know if he liked that or not, it was going up his nose.
Finally she hissed and opened her legs. She pushed him away from her sensitive pussy and sat panting and looking down at him.
"You lied," she said.
"Most likely. I lie to Ruckus all the time."
"What's a Ruckus?"
"My horse."
"What's your name?" she asked as she dropped her dress over her bare legs.
"Marcus."
"Glad to meet you, I'm Myrtle."
"Howdy."
"You been around much?"
"Huh?"
"Daddy used to speak of the wonders of the world, a canyon that's so deep you can spit in it and it takes a full day to hit the bottom, people flying in balloons, and such like that."
"Your daddy was right, but there's so much more. There are these pyramids across the sea that are stones stacked on top of each other. You can seen them from a day's ride away, just like mountains. I saw things in Chicago that made my head spin, they had this thing called a ferris wheel. You set in a seat and it spins around until you find yourself on top of it. You can see for a hundred miles from the top. I read about this thing called a rolly coaster that's like a train that goes up in the air and back down... Well it could scare the bejeasus out of you," he finished, seeing the wonder in her eyes.
"What else?" she asked breathlessly.
"New York also has the biggest buildings in the world, and electric lights," he said breathlessly. "It lights the streets as bright as day all night long."
"Wow," she gasped.
"Lot's of other places are getting them too. Some homes are lighted by these electric lights now. And have you ever heard of a horseless carriage."
"No," she shook her head, her blonde hair flying around her beautiful face.
"It drives all by itself. Kind of like a steam car, but no steam. It starts right up and drives off. Chicago is full of them."
"Show me," she said excitedly.
"What?"
"Take me to Chicago. Show me."
"I... it would..." he stopped, at a loss for words. "What about your daddy?"
"He's probably dead by now. Anyway, I'll leave him a letter."
"I don't know," he said uncertainly.
"You want a blow?" she asked coyly.
"Huh?"
"You want me to give you cunninglus?"
"Oh hell yes," he said, suddenly excited. He tried to imagine those lips around his cock, but he just couldn't do it. At least not until she dropped his pants and sank down before him. He thanked God that he was a skinny man. A fat man wouldn't have been able to look down and see those cherry red lips close around his cock. He hissed with excitement. Suddenly his knees were weak.
"I need to sit down," he mumbled, pulling her along to the log. She walked on her knees to follow him, never once taking her lips off his cock, or her hands off his ass. Marcus knew that at that moment, he was the luckiest son-of-a- bitch on the face of the earth. She was about the prettiest woman he had ever seen, and she was sucking his cock. Life was good.
Sitting made the whole thing easier. Suddenly her hand was on the base of his cock, and her mouth was bobbing on his rock hard member like a woodpecker. He had never felt anything so good. Her mouth was real hot and moist. Her hand was so soft and strong. And her hair cascaded over his bare legs and felt like gossamer wings. He still couldn't believe what was happening. He expected to wake up from a dream at any moment.
"Oh God yes," he hissed as the fire built to an intolerable level in his balls. "Oh shit," he gasped, placing a hand on her bobbing head. Even that felt wonderful. She had the softest hair he had ever felt. Her head felt small and round beneath all that silky hair. His balls were churning with a frightening heat now. He was close, real close.
"I'm going to do it," he gasped in warning. She seemed to ignore him. He repeated it and she looked up at him in annoyance. Suddenly his heart leaped when he realized that this beautiful woman was going to swallow his cum. He wanted to close his eyes and moan a lot, but he didn't want to seem like a weakling, and he certainly didn't want to miss the sight of her lips sucking down his cum. Then he exploded. The whole world seemed to stop for a moment, hesitating, then as the cum shot down the shaft of his cock the world moved again in blissful, agonizing, full speed.
Moaning and grunting, he watched breathlessly as his hot cum filled her mouth. She swallowed without comment, easily drinking down his offering without a grimace of distaste. She knew what she was doing, and how to do it.
He whined above her as those lovely lips sucked, while her hand seemed to milk his cock, forcing even more cum into her sweet red mouth. All to quickly, it was over.
"My God," he gasped, shuddering as he fell back against the log.
She watched him with a pleased look on her face. "I can see that I have to teach you the art of pleasing a woman, she said, getting up and pulling her undershirt back into place. She rebutton her dress and swirled it around until it fell into place.
"Now, about Chicago," she said with a sweet smile.
"Lady, you can have anything you want... other than Ruckus."
"Follow me to my ranch, so I can get my clothes and my horse, Hurricane, then we will be off," she said happily. He was suddenly feeling trapped, but she had done it fairly. As he watched her perfect, sweet ass swaying in front of him, he suddenly didn't care. Her mother and the farm's only hand, stood watching on the porch as they rode out. They turned their horses toward Chicago, only 1,500 miles away.

One Step From Hell, Addel

Ransom Miller paddled his fur-ladened canoe around a bend in the Missouri. The river was too wide and too slow to worry about rapids, and sand bars were no problem for the canoe. In fact they made great camping spots. But the underwater logs, whirlpools, and log jams were always a problem. Ransom new better than to be lax. Even though he was nearing Saint Louis, there were still Indians and cutthroats prowling the banks of the waterways. Ransom had nearly lost his life on three different occasions in the past six months. He would not grow...
Ransom spotted a flash of white on a sandbar ahead of him. He backpaddeled, squinting suspiciously, until the white flash was repeated. A woman was doing laundry on a sandbar extending well out into the river. He stared at the nearby forest suspiciously, while he let his canoe drift forward. Silently he approached the woman on the sand. She appeared to be young and pretty. Her hair was auburn, glowing in the sunlight. Her legs were bare up beyond the knees, the hem of her skirt was tied to her belt to keep it out of the water. She obviously believed that she was alone.
"Hello!" he called while he was still a hundred yards off. She jerked upright, shading her eyes with her hand. Yes, she was very pretty. With her skirt still raised, and her breasts wet from the clothes she had washed, she was a sexy little thing.
"Hi," she said with a fleeting smile.
"Can I land yonder and make myself some breakfast?"
"Sure, it's not my sandbar. You traveled long?" she asked, looking at his towering pile of furs, and wondering how the canoe kept from tipping over.
"Nearly a thousand miles, I recon."
"A thou... a thousand miles?" she sputtered in disbelief.
"About that," he nodded, pulling the canoe up on the bank. He first dipped his coffee pot into the river, then began gathering driftwood here and there across the yellow sand. He used his fancy pistol type striker to start his fire. It was roaring in next to no time. The striker, a replica of the old horse pistol of the 16th century, was his proudest possession. It never failed to amaze onlookers, until now. The woman continued washing clothes as if she had seen such things daily. He slid the tiny pistol-like striker into his belt and began gathering rocks for his fire.
"I wouldn't use those," she said, while folding a wet shirt into he basket.
"I know, they will explode. But I won't be leaving them near the fire long enough for that. Care for some coffee?"
"I recon," she nodded. She took a red shirt out of one basket and began swirling it in the water. She then soaped it with a yellow bar of soap, and began kneading it against a rock. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was so damned sexy, built for nothing else, if he was a judge. His eyes kept returning to her beauty. She looked at him. Ransom was caught looking at her wet, and clearly visible breasts. The water had turned her white blouse invisible.
"Sorry," he said in embarassment.
"Don't be, they are there for a purpose. Gawking is as good a purpose as the next."
"I wasn't..." He stopped when she gave him a cynical look.
"Ok, I was gawking. I haven't seen a pair of breasts like that since... Hell, I guess I've never seen a set so pretty."
"Thanks."
"Are you married?" he asked hesitantly.
"Are you offering?"
"Me? Hell no!" he exploded.
"Relax. There's not a thing in that canoe that would interest me, you included."
"I bet there is," he said, suddenly sly.
"Like what?" she folded the red shirt into the basket.
"Gold?"
"G... gold," she became suddenly excited. "You've got gold?"
"A nugget this big," he held his fingers out, making a ring the size of a half dollar.
"Mister, if you've got a nugget that big, you can have anything you want for it," she gasped.
Ransom stared at her speculatively, deciding that she was truly interested. He stood, dusted the sand off his worn pants, and headed toward the canoe. He returned with what looked like a common bag of bullets. He shook the heavy bag and dug through the gold. He fished the nugget out and held it up to the light. Her gasp drew his attention back to her heaving, all too transparent shirt.
"There's probably ten ounces of gold here," he said, turning the nugget. "For that price I could get a hundred women in Saint Louis. But this," he said, fishing a smaller nugget out of his pouch, "is just about right. Wouldn't you say?"
"Oh, I would," she took it quickly and examined it. She hefted it in her hand and smile. She dropped it into her laundry basket, turned and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Ransom was amazed and nervous. Fearing an audience, he looked around the river. There was nobody in sight, and he could see for at least 30 miles downstream, and five up. He hurried to his canoe and pulled out an elk hide, which he used to cover his precious beaver furs. He laid it out beside the campfire.
"What's your name?" he asked, watching her breathlessly as she undressed.
"Addel."
"I'm Ransom," he said, gulping as her bare breasts sprang free, unencumbered by the clinging blouse. They jiggled slightly in the sun. The nipples were small and delicate. The areolas were light pink and dainty as well. But her breasts were firm and breathtaking. They were by far the best set of breasts Ransom had ever seen. Of course he was not as knowledgeable about women as some men claimed to be. He had only been with a handful.
"My God, you are beautiful," he sighed.
"A woman couldn't ask for a better compliment," she said, untying the sash from her waist. She allowed the skirt to slide down of it's own accord. She stood in a set of white cotton pantaloons. After a brief pause, to allow him to admire her nakedness, she stepped up to the fur and knelt.
"My turn to watch," she said, looking up at him. He was about to tear his clothing from his body, but he sensed that she wanted more. She wanted him to go slow. Knowing that he would reach Saint Louis today, Ransom had bathed and changed into his clean set of underwear just hours before. Now he was glad he had. Addel wasn't missing any detail.
While Addel knelt on the elk fur like an Indian squaw, Ransom undressed slowly, one piece at a time. But even then it only took a moment to get naked. Unlike her, he stood in all his naked glory. His semi-hard penis stood out before him. It had wilted slightly while he undressed. He knelt in front of her and put both hands on her pantaloons. He pushed them down gently. She leaned back to allow him to pull the cotton undergarments off her legs.
"My God, Addel, you are perfect," he gasped, looking at the patch of brown fur above her pussy. It reminded him of one of he beaver pelts. He reached down and smoothed her pubic hair down, as he would one of his pelts. Suddenly, his shaking hands fell to her perfect breasts.
It was well known that some women had larger breasts than others. Italians, though there were few in the country, traditionally had much larger breasts than Indians or French women. But Addel didn't look French. German, perhaps.
He moaned as his hands claimed her firm globes of flesh and kneaded them gently. He knew that a firm grasp could hurt a woman. He was, above all things, a gentleman.
Addel leaned back on the fur, using her legs behind her for support. In a moment her knees were touching him, her pussy was open and inviting. It was small, with firm puffy pussy lips which made it pronounced.
Her head touched the furs and her arched body lay before him, ready for his manipulations. Being a persistent fellow he lunged forward, pursuing her immaculate breasts. In the light, at the new angle, he could detect the lightest dusting of freckles. Was she Irish? Who the hell cared. Whatever she was, she was ready.
Ransom engulfed one nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. He strummed the nipple with his tongue, while sucking more of her pointed breast into his mouth. She moaned lightly, the first noise of passion she had made. He claimed her second breast in his right hand and massaged it gently as he nursed. Each strum of his tongue brought a hiss of desire from her lips. In fact, she was hissing like a steam train. He enjoyed this small show of power. She was completely under his control now.
Ransom moved over and captured her left breast in his lips while he ran his hands up and down her body. The nipple was already hard, making it hot and enjoyable in his lips. He strummed this nipple slightly, watching her body jerk under his manipulations. He looked up into her face and saw her looking down at him. Her eyes were very exciting. Her lips were full and red.
His mouth left her breast and he quickly kissed his way up her chest and neck. He massaged the nipple in his fingers absently, while his mouth captured and kissed her lips. She moaned into his mouth. Her hands sought out and found his throbbing penis. She began milking it like a cow's teat. He knew he couldn't last long that way. He broke the kiss and moved above her. Her hand slid off his penis.
Ransom slid between her open legs and felt the glorious heat enfold his cock as he slipped easily inside her steaming pussy. She cried out. He barely restrained a cry of his own. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he began his slow, even slide in and out of her womanhood. Her flesh was so soft against his hips. Her face and hair a vision of loveliness as he looked down at her in wonder.
"This is so damned good," he whispered.
"Fabulous," she agreed, pulling his head down into a passionate kiss. She slid forward to meet each gentle thrust of his hard cock. The moisture between her legs was incredible. The heat was heavenly. Her lubrication was abundant, making sex with her even better. He could hear the liquid sounds of his cock penetrating, then withdrawing from her warm sex. Ransom enjoyed fucking with his eyes closed, so he could concentrate on the intense pleasure he was feeling, but the extreme beauty of the woman beneath him forced him to open his eyes occasionally and look down at her in surprised wonder.
"My God this is good," she gasped into his mouth. "Fuck me harder."
Ransom intensified his attack on her sweet flesh. He dropped his mouth for another kiss, his tongue probing her mouth, fencing with her tongue, as he stroked harder and faster, pounding his stiff rod into her wet pudding. He could feel the swollen pussy lips touching his abdomen each time he trust forward. Occasionally his long cock touched her cervix, causing her to gasp out in slight pain, and very intense pleasure.
The slap, slap, slap of wet flesh blended with her passionate sighs, the wind, and the sound of water running around the sandbar. The bright sunlight made their lovemaking surreal. Ransom had never fucked a women outdoors before. It was just one more thing to make this session more memorable.
"You are so hot and wet," he gasped, forcing himself up on his hands again so he could concentrate on penetrating her delicious pussy. He had never had such a good fuck before. The feeling of her soft skin against his hips and abdomen, the feel of the soft fur on his legs, and the soft skin between his arms, all made his pleasure more intense. Suddenly he knew he was about to cum. The fire in his loins was intensifying quickly into a burning fire.
"I'm almost ready," he warned her.
"Me too. Cum inside me," she begged in a low voice.
Ransom licked his lips and closed his eyes. Normally he would pull out to keep a woman from getting pregnant, but she wanted him to stay inside her. Sex with her just kept getting better and better.
He enjoyed the hundred sensations which made sex with a woman so delightful. His body stiffened as his orgasm began. With a strained look he opened his eyes and looked down into Addel's face apologetically. But she was pursuing her own orgasm. She humped her sex against him, then ground her pussy against his cock until she cried out, followed by numerous little screams. She hunched her pussy against his pelvis, grinding it against his sensitive member relentlessly.
"Oh my God," he gasped. His cock had stopped spurting his thick cum into her cunt. Now he was too sensitive for movement, but she persisted, twisting and withering beneath him. He ground his teeth until she finally fell silent. Only her panting could be heard above the wind, the waves, and the occasional pop of burning wood in their fire.
"That was heavenly," she said as he rolled off her.
"It was the best I've ever had," he agreed. He lay beside her looking up at the clouds passing overhead, smelling the wonderful aroma of wood smoke. The smell of coffee attracted his attention. He sprang up and filled cups for the two of them. She moaned in appreciation as she took a sip, then made a face.
"I like it strong," he apologized.
"So are you a trapper, or a miner?" she asked pleasantly.
"I'm a trapper. I found those nuggets laying in the bottom of a creek. In the spring I'm going back with a few friends and I'll do some panning. I'll file on my claim in Saint Louis."
"So where's your claim?" she asked offhandedly. He chuckled and wagged a finger at her. Her smile was pure brilliance.
"Well, you are a good looking gallute," she mused, "you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen, and you appear to be smart. So if you need a wife, I'm here to sacrifice myself," she smiled offhandedly.
"Oh, that's flattering," he scoffed. He finished his coffee and sat looking at her questioningly. She took the cup from him and sat it on the sand beside hers. She then pushed him back and straddled his legs near the ankles, leaning forward and facing his deflated cock. He watched the way her breasts sank down on his thighs and spread. Every little part of her was beautiful. He would certainly consider her as a prospective mate. She was gorgeous. Her auburn hair spread our around her face, giving her the aspect of a lion. Her brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight.
Addel took his wilted cock into her hand, shook it a few times, then lowered her mouth and engulfed it. The intense heat of her mouth was heavenly, after the chill of the afternoon breeze. The sun was now beneath the clouds and the smell of rain was in the air. But these facts escaped Ransom. He concentrated on the warm mouth sucking his cock to rigid firmness. Addel's warm lips bobbed up and down on his stiff cock, then she smacked her lips and looked at him. She moved forward, spread her own legs and eased down over his cock.
"Oh yes," he moaned as her pussy slid all the way down his fleshy pole and resting against his pelvis. He looked from her sweet pussy, to her massive breasts, and her perfect face. Her half smile as angelic, despite the fact that she was bobbing up and down on his cock. It felt like his cock was driving a foot up into her body. Suddenly she changed tactics and began sliding forward and back on his penis. He could feel his manhood churning the wet, messy flesh of her cunt. It was all he could do to keep from crying out. He held her soft hips in his hands, restraining her from moving too much. He was afraid that she would lose control and slide so far that she'd damage his cock. He felt it move several times in the wrong way.
"Easy," he whispered. His strong hands went to her bobbing breasts. He squeezed each breast while thumbing the nipples into hardness. She cried and closed her eyes. Her thrusts had become more gentle. The liquid sounds of her pussy sliding against his flesh, mixed with her rhythmic sighs of pleasure. Her breath was coming faster, both from her exertions and her feelings of pleasure.
Once again Ransom felt the beginnings of an orgasm. The fire built slowly and gently. He could tell she was close as well. She did not look as beautiful with her face all screwed up in pleasure, but she was certainly sexy as hell. It was only seconds now.
"AT A WAY, ONE STEP!" A voice called out from only a few yards away, followed by multiple laughter. Ransom felt his cock filling her pussy with cum, despite the startling circumstances. Even as his cock pumped cum into her cunt, he twisted his head to see two men in canoe's back paddling at the very end of the sandbar.
"Heave off or I'll shoot you," Ransom yelled.
"We're a going," one man said, allowing his canoe to slide down the gentle current. "And we appreciate the show. It's always a pleasure to see One Step naked."
"One step?" he asked, looking at Addel. "Are you One Step From Hell Addel? Your THAT Addel?"
"I don't like that name," she said, twisting and closing her legs as she sat beside him.
"My God, you are her, aren't you?"
"I'm Addel Bickford," she nodded shamefully.
"The daughter of U.S. Marshal Bickford, who has shot 5 men for dallying with you," Ransom growled. "He'll hunt me to hell and back," Ransom said, springing to his feet and searching the greenness of the nearby bank.
"Relax, he's in Cincinnati."
"Well I don't plan on being here when he get's back," Ransom said, plunging into the river to wash the sweat off his body.
"He wouldn't bother you if I were your wife," she said slyly. He paused, thinking about that. He slowly turned and looked at her. The idea appealed to him. But where he was going was no place for a woman. Even Addel, who had been up the river and back, was not strong enough to take the solitude of the Dakota territory. Or was she?
As Ransom had said, there were all sorts of dangers on the river. Maybe he could get rid of one of them, through marriage. One Step From Hell Addel was a legend around Saint Louis. He would see how it felt to marry a legend.
"Have you got a canoe?" He asked, gathering up his clothes.
She squealed in delight and ran for the distant shore, still butt assed naked. Ransom had to admit, even from a distance she was sexy as hell. It would be a very interesting summer.

Five Card Stud

Nancy Matten came awake as the red light above her door began flashing in time with a subtle beeping sound issuing from her ceiling. She sat up and yawned, stretching magnificently, before rushing over to the sink. She placed her mouth on the mouthpiece and flashed her teeth clean. Licking her lips, she sat on the bed and waited. In a moment she heard the gentle tap on her door. She stood, smoothed down her antiquated white girdle, and pulled up her black sheer stockings.
"Ok," she said to herself. "Look happy," a sarcastic note tainted her voice as she opened the door. A man in an old, corroded steal pressure suit entered, giving her a huge grin as he tossed his helmet into a corner.
"Hugh," she said with some enthusiasm. Hugh was not only a steady, reliable John, he was also something of a friend. He was a jet jockey with a small mining ship called the Rushmore, which he mainly used for local exploration. In other words, he knocked around the asteroid belt until he became horny, then sought out one of the pleasure satellite's notorious beauties. Nancy didn't mind, he was a bit stingy, but not half as weird as most of her clients.
"Welcome back," she said, guiding him to the red velvet couch. She helped him off with the pressure suit and held her nose as she pointed toward the showers. He chuckled as he stalked off in his longjohns.
"Feel free to use the laundry on those horrible things," she called behind him. "Can this thing be washed?" she asked, holding the top portion of his pressure suit.
"Only with a chemical wash," he called back from the shower. "Don't worry, you get used to it," he laughed.
"Oh no I won't. If I ever get a ship of my own, I will have a change of suits, one for each day."
"You, on a ship of your own?" Hugh chuckled as he returned, drying his hair.
"What, that's funny?"
"Sure. Space is no place for a woman. Women should stay in the bedroom where it's safe," he laughed, tossing the wet towel over her head.
"Be careful what you say, space boy, or you will have to find a new whore. And possibly a new set of balls," she added in a mumble.
"Can I get a blowjob?" he asked, bouncing on the bed. He slid a hand up her shapely stocking-covered leg. She looked at the dirty, scarred hand and pushed it away impatiently.
"That's all you came for, a blowjob?"
"Sure. We get to daydreaming out there, in the coldness of space. It's what keeps us going. For me it's a vision of you blowing me."
"How romantic," she said sarcastically.
"Yeah," he grinned. "So how about it?"
"Sure, lay back," she said in a bored voice. She sat motionless for a moment until a tick began in her left eye, signifying that her empathy chip had been activated. There was an immediate change in her demeanor. She suddenly desired the blowjob as much as he did. "Strip," she said with a sexy smile.
"God how I love this," he said, tearing the towel from his waist. He looked down enthusiastically, as she slid between his legs, rubbing them as she advanced. She gave him an erotic look before she went down on his throbbing cock. It slid between her warm lips and he gasped. "Oh yes," he said, leaning back on the bed. He closed his eyes and ground his teeth as her talented mouth fully engulfed his genetically enlarged penis, swallowing the huge sausage as if it were nothing.
"My God, you are so good," he gasped as her warm wet lips slid up and down on his cock. Her tongue slid along the side of his cock, touching just the right place beneath the circumcised head of his cock. How she knew where to stimulate, he never knew. It was like she could crawl into his mind and feel what he felt. She could, of course. Her empathy implant served that very purpose. Any whore worth her salt, sprang for the most basic of implants. Empathy was a big part of it.
Nancy stopped and slid her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock. He jerked upright. She gasped in response, feeling the intense pleasure shooting through her own body. They were phantom feelings, of course, not nearly as strong as those in Hugh's own body.
She bobbed up and down rapidly, then stopped and sucked the head of his cock as her tongue danced across the sensitive head and along the sides. Hugh gave a slight scream and fell back, grasping the blanket in his worn, calloused hands.
"Oh fuck," he screamed, barely able to endure the wonderful sensation between his legs. He reached down and held Nancy's head in his hand, feeling it's softness and warmth as it bobbed beneath it. Hugh began curling his toes, just second before the big explosion. He held his breath and clenched his ass muscles, before he finally screamed and fell back to the bed again.
"Yesssss!!!" he screamed, withering on the bed. He looked down at the beautiful face, now sipping his cum, and threw his legs around the incredible beauty. It was only a moment before the entire contents of his loins had passed from his cock, into her mouth and down to her stomach. She smacked her lips and sat up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
"Incredible!" Hugh gasped, springing up on the bed and pulling her into a hug. "That was fucking incredible."
"It was a fucking waste," she said with a slight pout on her face. "All that meat and not even one little fuck. I miss the feeling of that huge sausage of yours splitting my tail. When do I get mine?"
"Next time, I promise," he said, hugging her again. Her eye twitched as she mentally disconnected her empathy chip. She suddenly needed to wash.
"I think that's what you said last time," she said, climbing to her feet.
"Did I? Sorry about that. How much time do I have?"
Nancy looked at the back of her hand. The chronometer chip implanted there ran off the nervous energy of her body.
"Three fucking hours," she gasped. "Do you want to get cleaned up and try again?" she asked hopefully.
"No, I've had enough. I was only out for a week. I mostly wanted companionship. Hey, do you play poker?"
Nancy felt her hackles rise. Didn't he know? She had an empathy chip, a mathematics chip, and about fifteen others. He didn't have a chance against her.
"Weren't you ever told, never play poker with a whore?" she said resentfully.
"No, I don't think so."
"Well I'm telling you now. Never play poker with a whore, they have an unfair advantage."
"Chicken?"
"What?" she asked in amazement.
"Afraid to lose your hard-earned money," he said, patting the bed. "Afraid of getting fucked by a real man in a man's game?"
"No, you son-of-a-bitch, I'm not. If you want to lose your money, that's fine with me. But I want an impartial witness, I'm not getting stiffed."
"Fine."
"Fine. Elton, get in here," she shouted at the ceiling. She heard the heavy footsteps rushing toward the door. Too late she realized that he expected an emergency. He busted through the door with an enforcer in hand, looking for somebody to shoot. He automatically centered his weapon on Hugh.
"Whoa," Hugh shouted, holding up his hands.
"At ease, Elton," Nancy said, holding up a deck of cards from her dresser. "This is a friendly game. Put the gun away."
"You little bitch," Elton said, wiping the sweat from his bald head. "I lost a year of life getting here."
"This man wants to play poker," Nancy said incredulously.
"Are you serious?" Elton gasped.
"I insist," Hugh said confidently.
"You'll lose?" Elton shrugged, sitting on the red couch.
"I think I can beat one little whore," Hugh sneered. Nancy suddenly wondered how she could have liked the guy. He was an asshole. Elton suddenly realized why she wanted to teach him a lesson. He was an asshole.
"New deck," Nancy said, showing him the seal, then tossing the cards across the table.

Nancy walked through the BX looking at pressure suits. She found a rack of suits her size and waved to get the clerk's attention.
"I'll take 7 of these," she pointed. The girl behind the counter hurried up to the rack of suits and began tossing them on the cart.
"That's a lot of credits," she warned over her shoulder. "Hey, don't you work here?" she asked in surprise.
"Not any more. I own the Rushmore, a small mining ship. Oh, and I will also need some cleaning supplies, the last captain was a slob.

Nancy waited for clearance from the tower, then broke connection with the dock. As she drifted away from the Pleasure Palace she looked at the charts, conveniently left by the previous captain. After much study, she decided to follow his leads. If he was right, there was a large deposit of silver on GW3-13. It wouldn't bring her a fortune, but it was a start, and it was close by. He had been too lazy to mine it for so little return. Nancy was not.
She couldn't wait to fill the hold and return. The Pleasure Palace had a new whore. He was inexperienced, but he had a cock like a sausage. Just what she needed after a long tour in space.
With a loud, almost insane laugh, Nancy pushed the stick forward and blasted out into the unknown.