She didn't know how long Shaffer had been standing in the room, watching them in their possessed lust, before she noticed him. But when she did, he was standing there, near the table, with a sloppy grin on his face and his eyes hooded in arousal. He held both the brandy snifter and a smoking cigar in one hand, and he had his trousers fly open and his penis out and was stroking himself with the other hand. His member wasn't as big as Abegail thought Vaughn's must be, but it was a large one.At length, he came over behind Vaughn and leaned down, put his head on Vaughn's shoulder, and took Abegail's lips in his. He was a fine, sensual kisser. Then he put his lips in Abegail's ear, told her she was beautiful, and then spoke. "Cole tells me of your lovemaking with your Kansas beau. I want you now too. May I have permission to join you two, Mam? May I mount?"Abegail was gasping, lost in the ploughing that Vaughn was giving her. And she wanted Shaffer too. She simply rolled her eyes and smi
But Abegail's world was destined to challenge and surprise her and deny her any promise of stability. Just as she was beginning to adjust to this world and a future with Wally Holland, her world had collapsed inside her.She let out a little, involuntary sob as the last of the children filed out of the schoolhouse. She busied herself briefly inside, setting up for the lessons of the next day, and then, with a sigh of resignation, a sigh that had a little catch of a sob in it, she closed the schoolhouse door and walked down the path to the street, easel and paints in hand, bound for an escape into the world of her art."Howdy, Miss Abegail," Horace the postman sang out as he came up the road on his bicycle."Howdy back at you, Mr. Trap," Abegail called to him.He tipped his hat. "Mighty fine day, Miss Abegail, but it will turn cold soon enough. You off to Holland's to be the first to snag one of those newfangled electric heaters that man from the fair over in St. Louis is pushing?"Tha
Yes, Cole thought, others might assume. His mind was racing. And Cole was nothing if not a quick thinker. He had the solution worked out in a flash. If it was Mrs. Raven Abegail that she wanted to be, it would be Mrs. Raven that she'd be. And, problem solved in his mind, his awareness returned to the now. In the now, he had a beautiful woman against a wall, sheathing his cock. His cock got the message and started to come to life again. He wanted her again now. And thinking that there was a life growing in that womb that his cock had been reaching for enflamed his ardour."Oh, Cole. What are we going to do?" Abegail whispered."Don't worry, Abegail. I'll take care of you. But right now what we're going to do is fuck again. And without a French letter. As you said, that's beyond being necessary now."He withdrew from her and rolled the condom off his cock. Then he turned her, belly to the wall, and she pressed her palms and cheek against the rough surface of the w
For some twenty minutes there was only the sound of bass and baritone groaning and grunting and a higher, feminine-pitched moaning, sighing, and purring. And then, nearing mutual ejaculation, Shaffer and Vaughn became more wildly active, kissing Abegail's lips and neck in succession and each other across her shoulders, and using their hands to squeeze her breasts and work on each other's nipples and to lift and sink her body on theirs in ever-quicker motion until Abegail's cries of fully being taken and of flowing inside both of her passages marked the shared climax. As the three cooled down, they stayed there in front of the mirror, murmured endearments to each other, and explored each other's curves and crevices with their hands.And then, in what had almost become a ritual, as the two men slowly became aroused again, Vaughn pulled Abegail up from Shaffer's lap and carried her over to the edge of the bed, laid her gently down there on her back, spread her legs, and slowly entered he
As Jasper was gurgling his last, dying despite Abegail's valiant attempts to use every Native American defence she knew of against what was essentially a European disease, Jasper Junior, Charlotte, and baby Hammer were sent to their beds with sore throats, headches, and fevers. Luckily, Dan had been at the lake where Jasper had arranged work for him with a wealthy family from the north in what seemed to be a successful attempt to stem the boy's rebellious and resentful nature. And for some reason no one then living at the lake came down with the mysterious disease.On Sunday, as the funeral cortege rolled away from the family home in a downpour that had continued from the previous Thursday and that had the roads awash, the doctors said that there was little they could do for the children and that they probably would all be dead before Abegail returned from her husband's burial. Abegail herself was too exhausted and grief-stricken to do as she wanted at the moment—to remain with and ad
"Cole eventually told me, Abegail. And I'm glad he did. I have no children. My wife was never able or willing to have them."Abegail was silent, confused, both hating and loving Cole for having passed her secret on."So, I've had a house here on the lake for several years," George continued. "I took every opportunity I could to come to the lake and to watch my son grow up from a distance. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to upset you or your life. I could see that you were happy with your husband. I didn't want to make claims on you. But I couldn't help myself; I had to see my son."Abegail could see the rightness of this and they spoke for several minutes in tones of mutual respect and support. But eventually, Vaughn got to the central point."I want to underwrite your expenses, Abegail. At least until you can get on your feet."Abegail flared up then in defensiveness and her strong sense of self-reliance. The couplings with Shaffer and Vaughn happened because she enjoyed them
"Whoo wee, it's getting hot out here," Pete said. Then he stripped off his shirt, and he was leaning his long, lithe body back on the hood of the sedan next to Abegail.She looked over at the young man who had made love to her under the stars throughout the night just a few nights ago, and she began to melt. She hadn't any intention of giving into this temptation again. She'd only done it then because the world had moved too fast for her. She was a widow at thirty-three, displaced from her home, and two of her children and her lover died in almost simultaneous events. Her life was suddenly over, but she felt entirely too young just to fade away. She had been loved frequently and well, and she had clung to the first young, hard male body that had come her way. That had been Pete. And now, when she looked at his muscled torso in the light of day, she could hardly hold herself back. She had fully intended on giving herself to Wally Hollands when she reached Colorado if he wanted her stil
Don't complain to me," Wally said, a big grin on his face. "I'm just doing what Martha tells me I have to do. If you want anything changed, go talk to her. She's a real bully."Abegail loved the cabin, which was more of a house than what she imagined a cabin would be out here in this wilderness. It was set in a little meadow in a depression lower than the road to its east. Two branches of Water Creek forked near the house, with one branch coming up from the south on the valley floor and the other cascading down the mountainside to the west from above Holland's sawmill up in the tall timber area.There was a wooden section on a rock foundation turned gable-ended towards the front of the house on the left, with a wide rock chimney running up the side of the house with a double-hung window to the left. The front door, under an overhang porch, was just to the right of the chimney in a pitched-roof section running towards the south. There was a window to the right of the door. And there wa