Flossie was the only one to get off the train at the rail-side platform that was marked only by a number. There hadn’t been any sign of human existence for many, many miles. She’d hoped, staring out the coach window as the scruffy land rolled by, that she’d made a good decision.
Her last big one hadn’t been great but it kept her alive. A widow at twenty-five, her gold-hunting husband off searching for his fortune for two years before falling in a mineshaft, her income had stopped suddenly. No life insurance or welfare in those days. She had few skills but a decent body so she was hired as a saloon girl in the next town. She got housed and fed and had more sex than she really wanted, but at her age that was a bit better than the two celibate years anyway.
Her husband had been a horny one but no belly swelling had occurred. The lack of fertility was a benefit in her new occupation. But she tired of the smelly and callous cowboys who came in off the range and didn’t bother to bathe. When she saw the flyer from the territorial agency that was seeking women to become farm and ranch wives for single settlers, it seemed to like an opportunity. She corresponded with an Adam Wagonleft who had a spread out in southern Wyoming.
He seemed nice enough and could write a letter pretty good. No photographs in those days. The agency had a train ticket waiting at the station. It was a two-day journey in the cheap seats so she was glad to arrive. There was a big rugged and bearded man waiting with a one-horse farm wagon. He took off his hat and said, “You must be Miss Flossie. I’m Adam, your future husband.” She nodded and held out her hand. He shook it then picked up her big trunk with one hand and put it in the wagon. “Damn,” she thought, “It took two porters to get it on the train.”
He wasn’t much of a conversationalist as they drove for four hours over a trail she couldn’t even see. Finally, not long before sunset, they approached a log cabin in a beautiful valley. There was a rough barn and a cow with a calf grazing nearby. When they got close there was whooping and hollering as six more guys came tumbling out of the cabin.
“Them’re my younger brothers,” was all Adam said. THAT had not been mentioned in the correspondence. As they circled the wagon he made a brief introduction. “This here’s Miss Flossie.” He pointed to the brothers one by one. “Billy is the oldest next to me, Charley, David, Ezra, Frank, George the youngest.” She had a bit of learning and noticed that their names were in alphabetical order. Their mother must have been somewhat literate or had a sense of humor, she observed.
Dinner was of local fare, of course, and reasonably good. David, the most social, explained that they grew their vegetables and hunted their meat. Fish from a stream in the hills was an occasional treat. They had chickens and milk. He did much of the cooking so would help her out.
She was very tired from the trip and told Adam so. “Where will I sleep?” He pointed to the double bed in the corner of the one room cabin. “It were our Maw and Paw’s. You and me will sleep there.”
She motioned for him to come outside with her. She knew she had to exert some control over this situation from the git-go. “I’ll share that bed with you but I ain’t taking no clothes off until we are hitched. I told you in the letter I’m a widow, but I ain’t no whore.” She thought to herself, “At least no more.”
So that’s how it was until two of the boys could fetch the preacher from the town that was a hard day’s ride away. They brung him back and he had dinner and did the ceremony and they brought out a jug of their best moonshine. That was one of their cash crops and they saved the best stuff for themselves. This jug had aged a whole month. Adam rigged up a blanket as a curtain around the bed and took his bride behind it after they all, bride included, had enjoyed at least a few sips.
When Flossie squealed all the others laughed and clapped. They didn’t know it wasn’t an orgasm but her discovery that her new husband had equipment proportional to his body size. It was one of, if not the, biggest she’d encountered, and that was saying quite a bit. She squealed twice more before he roared a huge load of seed deep inside her.
Later that night several of the brothers told the newlyweds they’d have to quit or go out to the barn because of the constant sex noises. The brothers and the preacher found it difficult to sleep with their own unrequited woodies. The cabin quieted down. When the boys went out to piss and do chores the newlyweds took their own pisses and jumped on each other again.
It had been many more days than usual since Flossie had a dick in her so she was really ready to fuck and she knew she’d done good. He was pretty considerate and even responded to her subtle or overt hints for doing things better. She asked him if he done it before and it was only with whores. She praised his performance and that made him feel so good he’d do anything for her. It looked like they could learn to love each other too.
The preacher was given a jug of the good stuff as payment and he gave them a piece of paper to take to the county seat whenever they could to get the marriage recorded.
A couple of weeks went by and Flossie was settling in to her new life. They had a special place in the hayloft that was good for screwing and it was visited twice a day. One time, after Adam had dumped his usual big load deep inside his bride and made her squeal, he looked thoughtful. Flossie was starting to read the thoughts of this somewhat uncommunicative, but goodhearted man. “What’s bothering you, my husband?”
He was hesitant, “There’s a problem with my brothers.”
Flossie knew she’d have to pull the details out of him. “What’s the problem?
“You’re the problem.”
Flossie was startled, “What do you mean. I get along with them boys just fine!”
“No, you BEING here is the problem. There ain’t no other wimmin around and we cain’t afford so many whores. Being boys, they want to do to you whut we just got done doin.”
Flossie understood completely. Of course! As she stroked her new husband’s pecker back to firmness she asked, “Well I should have thought of that. You know I’m no virgin and I do like being here with you and your brothers. Since it’s for the family good, how would you feel about sharing me with them? I think I could do that for you and the boys.”
Boy, was she a good actress. She’d often fucked more than that number of men on a Saturday night at the saloon. These men were nice and she’d seen enough of their parts at the swimming hole where they bathed to know that good peckers ran in the family. This would be win-win!
Adam pondered that as his pecker was engulfed by an expert mouth. Before he blew she got on it like a cowgirl and pulled his hands to her full breasts. She said as she posted on her “horse”, “This thing don’t wear out you know. You’ve been trying to be real good to me. The way I see it working is you would have me anytime you wanted whilst they would have to take turns. Of course I would enjoy it but not as much as with my husband. I’d always want you to be the last to claim me before we slept.”
He yelled, “OK!” as his nuts clenched and his big pecker spurted.
Flossie set up the rules for her twitchet. Each brother would get her one day a week in the morning so’s Adam would have her more like he was used to at night although he could dip his dick before them if’n he had a mind to. They would be in alphabetical order with Billy on Monday and so on. Sunday would be only Adam. Now some of the boys would be up at the still for a few days running or working for cash money at other places so if they missed a turn then she’d work them into the schedule as best she could. A VERY important thing was they had to be bathed and shaved when it was their turn!
That place in the barn got fixed up with a blanket so there would be some privacy and comfort. The spouses fucked more quietly in their bed too. At the end of the first week Flossie asked Adam what he thought of the new arrangement. He said the brothers were real happy but they wished there weren’t so many of them because they wanted turns more often. He said she was right, that their own screwing was every bit as good as ever. How did she feel?
She said she was having a good time. The brothers were respectful and appreciative and that was very important. She thought to herself that having a bunch of clean and eager and obedient young men with hard peckers was every woman’s dream. The variety of man meat felt so good between her legs and they made such a fuss over her tits she felt like a goddess. She knew they wouldn’t talk about any of the details among themselves, and especially to her husband. It was important to downplay how damn much fun this was.
She claimed they didn’t give her the pleasure that he did and she would try to train them so that they would be good husbands whenever that happened for them. He hadn’t thought of that and realized what a wise woman he had married. She also made him realize that twitchet (a name for pussy in that era) power was very strong and the brothers would do whatever she asked of them. He realized that she’d done that to him to get to fuck his brothers, but what’s done is done.
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