Chapter 5

“You know I was thinking that as long as your cock is you’d still be able to stay in me after you got soft.”

“And I figured that once I got in you that I’d never get soft again.”

“I like the sound of that.”

We sat in the tub for a long time. Eventually the water got colder and Fiona reached back to pull the plug. The dirty, soapy water drained away and she put the plug back in place.

“Mick, I can’t reach the valve, would you please open it up and let some clean water in?”

I leaned forward to reach for the valve and that caused Fiona to lean back a little. When she leaned back, her teats came within reach of my mouth. I turned the valve and latched on to one of Fiona’s bright red, stiff, nipples and began to suck on it.

Fiona’s hands went to the back of my head as she held me in place. I had gotten hard again and since I was leaning I began to slide a bit in and out of her. She began to tilt her hips back and forth to move along with me. I switched to the other nipple and grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed as hard as I could.

Fiona, shuddered some more and tilted her hips harder and faster. The tub was filling and the water was sloshing around. And I reached up to close the valve. Fiona moved her hands to lift water onto my back to remove any remaining soap. I did the same behind her, then releasing her nipple I lifted water to rinse off her teats and neck. She was doing the same to me when I just took a notion to stand up.

I placed my hands on the sides of the tub and bent my knees behind Fiona. I leaned forward to get our weight atop my feet and I stood. Fiona’s legs wrapped around me, holding my cock deep inside her sex. As I gained my feet, she rocked her hips back and forth some more.

“Oh, Mick!” she said.

With her holding on to me for dear life, I had my arms and legs free. So I stepped out of the tub and walked up over to the bed, sat down, and rolled onto my back, causing my cock to push up into Fiona’s sex just as far as it would reach.

“Oh, Mick!” she said louder.

I began to hump up into her and she bounced up and down on my cock until she bent her head back and opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. I took hold of both her teats and squeezed them hard. Her legs came together and she shook and shivered violently for several seconds before she went limp.

I lay her onto her back, between my legs, sat up, lifting her feet over my shoulders. My hands found her hard nipples and I squeezed and twisted them while pumping my legs. My cock smoothly slid in and out of her wetness until I loosed several more shots of my seed deep into her. The last spurt brought me to my own state of shudders and shakes.

Lying back on the bed with my eyes closed, I just took in the sensation that the front of my body was cold from the water but my cock was hot, still buried inside Fiona. She began to rock her hips back and forth until I slid out of her and plopped, soft, onto the sheet between our legs.

The room was quiet but for the muffled sounds outside on the street.

Then, quietly, softly, Fiona said, “Mick.”

“Yes.”

“Mick, you know that a woman has monthly times when she bleeds and times when she can get bred.”

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Well, I’m at the time when I can be bred and we haven’t used any of the things I’d normally use to be safe from breeding.”

I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, going over the meaning of her words. Then I said, “So you’re telling me that I may have given you a child.”

“I’m telling you that I’m praying that you HAVE given US a child.”

I lay silent for a long time letting the idea sink in. Fiona remained quiet as she tried to understand what I might be thinking. Then it struck her.

“Mick! I’m not trying to take the place of your family. I’m not trying to erase their memories. I love you and I want to give you a new family that you can love like the former one.”

“You read my thoughts. My wife and children are gone. This cattle drive was supposed to bring me out of a dark place. It was supposed to remind me that I was still alive. The men that dragged me along are my friends and wanted to save me from killing more men or putting a bullet in my head. Look what it got me!”

“Mick, I haven’t thought about there being other men on your drive. Where are they?”

“As soon as we sold the herd they headed back to their families. I had no one to rush back to so I stopped off here to get a drink and sleep in a bed.”

“Well you do seem to have done both of those,” Fiona said with a chuckle before she sat up and curled her body onto my waiting left arm.

“We should go back downstairs and get set up with the rig we’ll need to go home,” I said finishing with a bit of a slap on Fiona’s ass. “I want to pick up some other supplies as well.”

“Me too. I am going to need some things for the trip back.”

Fiona rolled off my arm and sat on the side of the bed. I sat up and scooted next to her and there we sat.

“Aren’t you gonna get dressed?” I asked.

“Aren’t you?”

“Ladies first.”

“But I want to watch you walk around with your cock swinging like the stallion you are.”

“And I want to watch you walk around with your ass swaying about like the prize mare you are.”

We sat there for a minute and then Fiona rose and took me by both hands, pulling me to my feet. She reached around and took hold of both my ass cheeks and pulled herself tight against me.

“Do you have any idea how happy I am that we are together and acting like a couple of school kids? I love you Mick Llewellyn and I believe I’m gonna love you for a long, long, time.”

“I feel the same way, Fiona. Let’s get going.”

I went to the pile of clothes I’d made and handed the britches and shirt to Fiona, then took up my own things. It had been a long time since I’d watched a woman put on clothes. Her under things seemed to glide into place. She made a point of turning her back to me when she pulled up her pants, wiggling her hips from side to side to get the pants pulled up just right.

“Ooh! I feel you running down my leg!”

I walked to the tub and took a towel off a hook on the wall and brought it to her. I knelt before her as she turned her right leg outward. I was just about to wipe my seed up with the towel up when I changed my mind. Instead my tongue licked clean the thin, wet trail from the inside of her shin up to the wet, thick, curl mass covering her pussy.

Her hand gently took hold of my head as I made sure to extract all wetness from the outside of her red patch and the inside as well. Fiona pressed my head firmly against her, I took her ass in both hands and suckled on her nub until she let out a gasp and shook from head to toe.

I picked the towel off the floor behind her and stood before her and in the heat of the moment, she laughed. I was taken aback. The look on my face warded off the need for a question as Fiona spoke with glee in her voice.

“Mick! There is a big glob of white on your moustache!”

Then with a bit of a childlike tone in her voice she said, “Let me clean that for you.”

She got up on her toes and her lips sucked the soiled side of my moustache into her mouth. Straining the hairs between her lips she remove the remnants of my spend from my moustache and then kissed me.

Being in love with her I returned the kiss and then backed away from her. I took up my pants and tucked the cock she loved so much into the front of my pants and down the top of my right pant leg. Fiona placed her hand on the front of my pants and made sure that I was seated correctly before she returned to finish pulling on her own britches.

I took up my gun belt and checked the loads, out of habit.

Fiona watched with an approving smile. She opened her trunk and took out a small pistol and holster.

“I normally wear this under a dress, but it fits my pants belt just fine.”

I kissed her, she kissed me back, I kissed her in return, and she kissed me harder.

“Stop! We keep going and we’re gonna end up naked again,” I said, gently pushing her back from me.

We went back down the back stairs into the saloon to find it in a normal state of busy for that time of day. As we walked towards the bar, the bartender stopped us.

“Mick, Arly took Betty out back and said to send for him if you needed help.”

I laughed at the thought of Arly helping me with Fiona. She knew what I was thinking and punched me in the shoulder, saying, “Remember cowboy, I’m armed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said sounding formal before looking at the bartender with a smile. “We have to go to the livery and the general store. If Arly comes back tell him that’s where we’ll be.”

“Will do, Mick.” The bartender paused for a bit and then asked, “Miss Red, is it true that you’re no longer working?”

“It is and I’m not Miss Red anymore. I’m Fiona Llewellyn or at least I will be as soon as we can find the preacher.”

He looked surprised, said, “Yes ma’am Mrs Fiona.”

We nodded to him and smiled and I led Fiona out the doors to the boardwalk.

“You want all that?” the hosteler asked.

“Yep, the entire rig. Both mules and the sacks of feed. The big water barrel, the thirty-five gallon one and everything we asked for that you got.”

“That’s gonna cost ya some, cowboy,” he said sounding concerned that I’d be able to pay for it.

I suddenly thought of something, so I turned to Fiona and asked, “Was the horse you rode earlier yours?”

“No.”

“Do you intend to ride in the wagon all the way home?”

“Unless you want me to ride the stallion.”

“That would be unwise. Let’s see what the hosteler wants for that horse or a better one if the one you rode wasn’t fit for the long trail.”

Fiona walked back to the hosteler and they talked a bit. She seemed to be a bit taken aback and I was getting ready to get between them when he suddenly let his shoulders sag and he nodded. Fiona smiled and shook his hand before turning back to me.

“Is everything alright?”

“Oh yes. He wanted to charge me fifty dollars for the horse and even more for the saddle and tack. We haggled and settled on forty-five dollars for the horse and saddle and tack.”

“How did you pull that off?”

“He had me once and his wife doesn’t know. He wants to keep it that way. Thing is I remember him. He was so drunk he couldn’t get his pants off. All he got was a handjob.”

I burst out laughing and put my arm around her. We headed over to the general store. People were starting to notice us. Well they were noticing Fiona more than me. I guess they weren’t used to seeing her walking the streets wearing pants and a shirt, or in the company of a known man.

We walked into the store and I went to the storekeeper and Fiona went to his wife. I don’t know what she was looking for but I knew what I wanted.

“Hi, I’m going to be marrying that woman over there and I need a wedding ring.”

“You’re gonna marry Red?”

“First, her name is Fiona. Second, my name is Mick Llewellyn and I am going to marry her and I’m prepared to defend her to any man who needs a lesson in manners. She’s not a sportin’ girl anymore.”

“I’m sorry if I implied anything. My name is Walter Fife. My wife, Diana, and I have known Red ... er ... Fiona for a few years. If I may say so, you’re getting a hell of a fine woman. Anytime there was a bad storm or a fire, she was the first one to offer help. She cooked for the entire group who rebuilt the Simpson’s barn when it burnt down last year. I guess that if some folks got roused up and drove the saloon girls out of town, Fiona would be the only one people might think twice about.”

“That’s why I’m gonna marry her. Now what about a ring?”

“I don’t have much along the lines of fancy rings.”

“I ain’t looking for fancy. Do you have a simple gold ring?”

“I do,” he said and then chuckled at his words.

He waved me over to another counter and knelt down behind it. I heard a key slid into a lock and a click as the catch released. He stood with a small box that looked sturdy yet soft. The cover looked like calf skin only finer. He set it down on the counter and opened it before turning it towards me. Inside there were a dozen gold rings. Somewhere plain some had carving on them. They all seemed to be the same size to my eye.

“This is what I got as far as rings go. We used to have a blacksmith that made such as these when he got bored. All of them are gold. When he was around, he’d take them back after they was sold and he’d cut and melt in a small patch of gold to make sure it fit the finger of the person buying it.”

“What happened to him?”

“Bear Nilsson shot him. Said he didn’t like the ring he made for him. Of course then he couldn’t make a better ring so Bear got drunk and shot up the town. Wounded several people and horses.”

“So I better be sure that the ring I get for Fiona fits cause it can’t be changed.”

“I suppose one of them jeweler fellas in a bigger town could change it but no one here could do it.”

“I wanted to surprise her but it don’t look like that can happen. Hang on.”

I turned around to see Fiona talking to the storekeepers wife.

Fiona’s Story

When we walked in Mick went with Mr. Fife and I went to his wife, Diana. While Mick was doing his business, Diana and I talked. I was worried about my wedding dress. I just didn’t feel right wearing white. I mean I was a sportin’ girl. I’d fucked many of the men who were going to come to the wedding; some with their wives.

Yet I wanted something that would be dignified and pretty enough that Mick would remember how I looked forever. I wanted to be a vision that would make him smile and cry at the same time. Diana rubbed her cheek with her right hand and reached under counter. She lifted a book and opened it to display some fabric samples.

She turned the pages and when she stopped she pointed at one of the samples.

“This one.”

“Diana this is beautiful and striking and it has to be very expensive and very hard to get. I only have a few days.”

“Actually, I already have the dress. Why is a long story but no one has worn it and all we would need to do is make alterations to fit you. Do you want to try it?”

“I’ll have to find time to do it when Mick isn’t with me. He’s got some errands to run and he’s got to talk to the preacher. How long will it take?”

“You look to be pretty close to the size as I remember it.”

“How much will it cost?”

“Nothing, Fiona. It’s been paid for and it’s been packed away for quite some time.”

“That’s not right Diana.”

“It is if I say so, young woman. Now if you want to buy something, I have some underthings that Mick might find interesting. You know, for the wedding night.”

We walked to another part of the counter and she took a box down from a shelf. She set it on the counter and looked over to see if Mick was looking in our direction. When she was happy that he wasn’t she opened the box and inside were several frilly pieces of underwear. She took one and unfolded it, while keeping it flat in the box. She smoothed it out and I saw that was very delicate but it had a slit where the crotch should have been. I could just see Mick’s eyes when he saw this. The box also had a garter belt and stockings.