Mormon Bride Ch. 14

Chapter 14: The Wide World

Tuesday, 9 November 1880.

Willard and I started back to the farm on Tuesday, 2 November, only a week ago. So much has happened in this week! As usual, and also for practical reasons, I should tell it the way it happened instead of twisting it all up and telling all the exciting parts out of order.

Mme. Clothilde had put everybody up in more permanent lodgings by the night before, so Willard and I spent the night together otherwise alone in our suite. He was still injured, so understandably limited as a lover. Though I was very disenchanted of Willard's behavior, I performed my wifely duty to him. I straddled him, and he put his first batch up my cunny that way. Although I was expecting to feel more, it left me cold this time, though I started wet enough that it was not uncomfortable. Later, he had me tease another batch out of him and down my throat.

We arrived in Provo in the late afternoon of the second. Willard and I had supper together. To my relief, Willard did not offer the proprietor of the inn my cunt in exchange for the food and lodging. I expect, however, that this was only because the value of a turn in my cunt in Willard's mind was greater than what we owed the innkeeper. It was not a very fancy inn.

That's not to say that the innkeeper didn't try to have me. The innkeeper tried to corner me once in the night on my way back from the outhouse. I scampered around him pretty easily. Luckily, it's easy to avoid a fat old ball of lard. I confess that the innkeeper may have made a try at me because he heard I gave it to his son.

His son, whose name I do not know since we were never properly introduced, was a strapping lad a few years older than me who already knew his way around a woman. The son gently captured me in the hallway in the evening after supper on my way back to my room. I had a furious itch by then because I hadn't had a decent poke or climax since my reading two whole days and nights previous.

I expect the son specialized in disgruntled and unsatisfied wives. He pushed me into an empty bedroom, and I acted mock offended, as any decent lady should. He knew the dance well, though. In a moment he was up under my dress, had my bloomers down, had his tongue and mouth locked on my cunny, and had his thumb up my cunny and a finger pressing somewhat urgently on my bunghole. Luckily, I was wearing my leather toy strung around my neck and was able to fetch it out and bite it hard before I had to scream out my first of many climaxes.

It took me at least ten more climaxes and whimpering and pleading for him to let me up before he relented and unlatched his mouth and fingers from my holes. I think he was used to having older women who needed to get slowly, patiently, and thoroughly warmed up after many years of disuse or misuse. They might put up a similar fight from embarrassment or disgust rather than mine from impatience.

His dick slid easily and deliciously into me after all the warming of me he did, and I climaxed, shaking, immediately upon his entry, groaning and biting my toy hard. I could tell from the first stroke that he was trying to go slow and to hold back. I fairly shouted around my toy, spunk me, spunk me, spunk me, because I was ready to climax again already as soon as I felt his batch hit me that I knew was already boiling up in his dick.

Then the son pulled out his dick and spunked all over the inside of my dress. I was so surprised, the toy dropped out of my mouth. Didn't I tell you to put your spunk in me, I said, and he replied he didn't want to get me with child. I lied and told him I was two months having conceived and my husband wouldn't have me anymore, and then I started to cry very genuinely from frustration because I had missed having his batch.

He fetched a towel, handed it to me, said we should probably leave it at that, and left the room. I think I scared him away with my tears and frustration. I was upset at the time, because I still didn't have a good batch up me those two days, but I can see now that his course was probably a sensible one. He had new women coming to him every day, and the last thing he needed was to mess with a hysterical one who might later accuse him of rape, fatherhood, or both. Better to pass that one up and trust the next one would be a bit less excitable.

I got to the room, and Willard was more recovered and more frisky. I got out of my dress and bloomers and climbed into bed before he could help me, as my dress especially was still wet and soiled on some inside places a God-fearing girl wife should never have wet or soiled except her husband knows it. After that, he still had to get undressed and pull back the covers to reveal me.

He was more energetic, and I believed God smiled on me again, for he started tonguing my cunny right away, and if the innkeeper's son had spunked into me as I had wanted him to, with all his sucking Willard surely would have tasted it. I was worked up from being with the innkeeper's son already, and Willard is quite a good lover even though I hate him fiercely, so he had me climaxing helplessly again before I could particularly think or fret about any of the reasons why I hate him so. Willard wanted me loud, so I couldn't use my toy. The innkeeper's son must have heard us, so he knew by then I was probably a liar.

After several howling or screaming climaxes on Willard's tongue, I climaxed for Willard more times as he entered me, a couple of times during, and also when he put a nice big batch up me at the end, and I howled like death that last time. I hated Willard fiercely the whole time, and the climaxes were all for the innkeeper's son, but nobody but me would ever know that.

Wednesday, 10 November 1880.

Willard and I had a long ride home from Provo the next day, on Wednesday the third. When we got back to the farm, it was too late for me to sleep with William. He had already gone off with Eliza. I took a bath to wash off the road dirt and then snuggled into bed with Emma. We had missed each other, so we tongued each other good and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning at dawn, the fourth, I was back with Philinda in the barns and yards. She had extra help while I was gone, so things were orderly and nice for my return. She was very proud of this. She was also very happy about my return, because the field men had used her terribly hard both Saturdays she had served in my place.

The first Saturday, the Higgins men were there to help on Sunday, so sixteen men had done her in both holes continuously all evening and all night until exactly one hour after dawn when Emma pounded on the field house door. She must have had them all three or four times at least, and two or three at a time most of the time, and got no sleep besides. She was in bed exhausted all the next day and night, and it took her the better part of a week for her holes and throat to stop feeling tender from it.

The second Saturday, the Higgins men were back again, perhaps just to have at her along with our boys. All sixteen of them had her just as hard as last time. This time, she was up the next day, but she was still feeling too sore, especially in the cunt, to take a man again yet, and it was four days past.

That evening after my bath, I was surprised to find that Richard had switched places with Charles, and so he and Deirdre had me that night. I was overjoyed, of course, and made a point of finding Charles to kiss with him and thank him for switching with Richard and Deirdre.

As Richard drove me to his homestead, he told me he had something special to show me and something special to ask me, and he wanted me to promise that whether I answered yes or no to what he asked me, I would keep it a secret. I asked him if Deirdre would know, because the only thing I could think of that would bother me would be a secret between Richard and me but kept from her. Richard assured me that Deirdre already knew and helped him plan it. Very mysterious! I said yes I would keep it secret.

When we got to the homestead, Deirdre and the children came out to greet us. Deirdre and I gave each other a peck, because I felt like they might not want the children to know that we had such a close relationship, but Deirdre said she spoke to the children about us being sister wives, which is more like being a husband and wife, and that we slept in the same bed now and even made babies together sometimes. It seemed like a lot for Deirdre to tell the children, but Deirdre replied that it would necessary for them to understand this since we would all be sleeping close sometimes, she figured.

Next Richard and Deirdre showed me their barn while the children continued to jump around in the yard. In the barn were four pretty good horses, which was two more than they had owned before I left for Salt Lake City, and there was a covered wagon stocked with provisions. I asked them immediately what is all this about. They said they and the children were leaving the farm for good, and they wanted me to come with them. So this was the secret!

I said yes right away, telling them I had made up my mind to escape Willard as soon as I could when I was in Salt Lake City, and that I would tell them more once the little ones were asleep.

They told me they were headed west to San Francisco, and that they believed they had enough to start a dry goods business there. They assured me that they had planned the route carefully. It was key for us to escape and get as far away as possible as quickly as possible, as this would make it harder for John, and Richard was certain that John would lead the posse, to recover me.

We talked about refinements to their plan. I suggested that we bring Abe along. He was a good man, and a strong man, well worth the risk of recruiting to our cause, and otherwise unattached, and I believed he would jump at the chance to come with us. We would no doubt face terrible dangers in the wilderness, and I figured having Abe with us would about double our chances of survival. Richard and Deirdre agreed.

I also suggested that there were better horses at the main house than any of these, and that they would carry us faster and farther while depriving the household of their best horses with which to chase us. Richard was concerned that the horses in question, stallions all, were too excitable to pull a wagon, but I assured him I could control these four and could train them to be similarly handled by any sure hand. They agreed.

After the children were asleep, we sat to talk of my experiences in Salt Lake City. I told them about being used as chattel to buy seed grain, which had not been so bad as an experience, except the very idea of it. Then I told them about the fruit saplings, but I had also enjoyed that man, but still detested the idea my cunt had been sold in exchange for saplings.

I told them of the blacksmith who exchanged Willard an anvil for a turn in my bunghole. Then I told about the fence posts. Then I told about the pharmacy.

About halfway though the pharmacy description, poor Deirdre threw out some of the contents of her stomach into the sink. She said it was the baby, but I could tell it was from my story. Richard looked like he felt about the same way. That's when it really started to sink into me, the hell on Earth I'd witnessed in that basement, perpetrated on those innocent women and a child.

Thursday, 11 November 1880.

On Friday the fifth I worked all day in the barns and yards. Except for this journal, my other journals were stored in a box that Emma and I had put in the attic so that we could have more room in our room. I took this box and other valuables of mine such as my dresses from Salt Lake City and put them in Richard's wagon so that he could transport them to his homestead and pack them into the covered wagon.

That evening, James was to have me, and it was also Becca's free day, so we spent the evening together, the three of us. They could see I didn't want to talk about Salt Lake City. I made love to both of them desperately, knowing I would miss them.

On Saturday the sixth, I found myself at work silently saying good-bye to all the animals I cared for except the stallions that would be coming with us. Since things were very orderly, I asked Philinda to not expect me to come to work on Sunday, considering how rough the field house was being. Philinda agreed that it was best to plan for this.

I rode out to the field I knew Abe would be working in. First, I swore him to secrecy, which he accepted. Then I told him of our plan to escape the farm and asked him to come with us. He asked whether things would be the same between us, and I knew he was asking about whether we would still make love. I assured him that not only Saturdays, but morning, noon, and night every day, time permitting, since we would be in a hurry. I told him that he would have to share me with Richard and Deirdre, but that I promised to be frisky enough for all of them. Abe said he was happy to share me with Richard and Deirdre, especially seeing it would make me happy, which concerned him greatly.

Abe then said yes, he would come with us, and strive to protect us all from danger. We hugged and kissed a lot then. He asked shyly about Deirdre and me, was it just that we shared Richard? No, I told him, we do everything women do to make love to each other, sometimes including Richard, sometimes without him. I could tell Abe wanted to know more but was embarrassed to ask about it. He looked so cute, like he was trying to come up with a question that yielded more information yet not seem like the whole idea of two women going at each other didn't excite him greatly, which I could tell it did.

I gave Abe three bottles of expensive whisky Richard had given me and told him of the plan. Then we kissed good-bye, knowing we would meet again that evening at the field house.

By the time I arrived to serve the field house, they were already half drunk on the fine whisky Richard had given us to lull them. Half drunk, however, they tended to be more ornery and not listening to my pleading or anyone's pleading.

Bert argued that I was late, which I was not, but I didn't want to fight with him on what I knew would be our last night together. Instead, I fished his cock out of his pants and mouthed I'm sorry around it as he got hard and shoved it down my quivering throat and choked me.

As Bert made all manner of good noises as he pulled me and sat on his bed, Aaron sidled up behind me and shoved his way into my greased up cunny. Bert let out my moan for me as my throat fluttered wildly. Then Paul came up and jostled Aaron saying get under her you're blocking the way. Aaron got out and lifted me up, taking care not to disturb the progress of Bert's having my throat, which had progressed to wild pushing. Aaron slid under me and back in. Another plaintive moan as my throat fluttered something terrible. Then a groan as my throat kept fluttering at Paul plugging my thankfully greasy bung in a single wild stab.

It was all too much for both me and Bert, for the latter one of us flooded my throat and mouth with his load of hot slime all thick and passionate. I'd like to think I swallowed most of it, but the rest went all over the place, all over my face, all over my breasts, all over my hair, all over.

Bert staggered off, grumbling that I was forgiven but that he had to piss. I barely noticed, given that two sloppy drunk field hands were plowing both my nether holes like two angry competitive woodpeckers. Aaron was deep in my cunny and pushing as hard as he could. His angle was wrong, as Paul had got me right and was plowing my bunghole deep with sharp long strokes.

I woke the rest from their stupor when I howled out my climax. Aaron fell out, and I sprayed his belly and balls with a good squall of my nectar and shook like a leaf besides. Paul followed my every move and kept at his work in my furrow.

Aaron recovered and pushed his cock back into my cunny, setting off aftershocks deep in my loins and throughout my legs and body. I noticed Abe by his hand caressing my cheek and his big thick one filling my mouth and forcing my throat wide. I could feel Abe's excitement in every thrust down my gullet and understood why he couldn't just wait until later.

As I felt Abe's love flow through me, Aaron crowed out and splashed his baby making fluids out hot and wide and deep into my cunny, filling me to splashing. I gave all three men a thrill by climaxing then. Abe groaned at the flutter in my throat. Aaron moaned as my cunny milked hard on his pumping dick to get every drop. My anus squeezed Paul's cock so hard as like to squeeze it off, but that only encouraged his relentless greasy thrusts.

A moment later, Paul huffed, grabbed my hips like a vice, plunged his dick into my bottom like he was trying to climb all the way in there, cried out like a baby, and loosed his hot flood deep into my guts, squirt after squirt of it. I fluttered all over in climax and would have shouted had Abe's cock had not right then been plugging my air supply, but as it was, my climax bounced around and around in me having nowhere to escape. I felt myself ascending to heaven.

I came awake with Abe on top of me, stretching my cunt walls with his big one. Aaron and Paul had disappeared, but I saw Oswald clamoring over Abe's shoulder saying hey, roll her over. Abe did so, exposing my sweaty naked back to the cool field house air. I felt Abe's great big one open my cunny to bursting and smiled with my secret of being able to enjoy his plunging truncheon now and forever being that we were poised on running away together.

With a grunt, Oswald slid into my sodomy hole. I suppose everything but the cunny is technically sodomy, but that hole is the only thing that feels like sodomy. Slicked with Paul's leavings and Emma's ministrations, Oswald slid right in, slid in deep, and at the right angle to really get me too, like a rabbit on a spit. I crowed and shook something terrible as he began to take his pleasure of me harshly, especially since Abe already had my nethers completely full. I bawled out my continuous climax as both men filled me to bursting and thrust and groaned their enjoyment in both my ears.

Sorry darling, you're just too sweet, groaned Oswald, and thrust and put a hot sodomizing load deep in me like the sacrament except of sin, deep in my backside, backwards of eating. It was perfectly nasty. Abe continued his slow intense thrusting in my cunny.

As Oswald staggered away, I felt a dick head probing around my bunghole, a dick head thick like James's, and I knew it must be Edgar trying at me. There was nothing like two loads of Paul's and Oswald's sweet butter atop Emma's thorough bacon greasing to make the way, so I relaxed into Abe's warm hairy chest as much as I could and awaited my fate.

I squealed in delight just from the fullness when Edgar's dick head struck in true. From there, the sliding in, the overwhelming fullness of Abe in the front and Edgar in the back was like to make me faint. And he went in and in and fuller and fuller. Just as I thought he was all in, he went in more, and more full.

It was the thrusting that sent me, though. I shook and barked out strange noises as he slid in and out on the slick leavings of the men and Emma's grease. I guess farther in I was mostly clean, because it didn't stink. I felt proud and ladylike as I squalled out another climax and my brain turned to mush.

When I came to my senses awhile later, the men were all asleep except for Abe, who had only feigned drinking. He gathered my limp body from the wet sticky bed, ran me under the shower, pushed my dress and bloomers onto me reasonably straight, and carried me out the door.

By the time we got to the wagon barn, I had recovered some. I helped Abe harness up the last two stallions we were going to take with us. Then we climbed in, and I drove the wagon to Richard and Deirdre's. When we arrived, everything was ready out in the yard for the last two horses to be harnessed, and then we were off.

I drove the team, stopping only to water the horses, through Saturday night, through Sunday the seventh without sleep, and until Monday evening, the eighth of November. By then, all of us could handle the team. Having not slept in two days, I was soon dead to the world in the back of the wagon along with the kids.

End of Mormon Bride