Bertram T Essex
Copyright© 2025 by HAL
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Bertram T Essex is his real name, but he also goes by the name of Ivory Benson - hired gun. His latest job was successful but triggered a wide ranging search which he needs to escape. Set in the semi-mythical Wild West.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Historical Slow
The next way station existed in a town so there were facilities even if the station itself had closed. They were able to switch horses, sleep in proper beds (the two sisters shared, Sarah and Carol also shared even though both thought they might try Mr Essex. He suggested they revert to standards acceptable in polite society). “Expected you a few days ago.”
“Ahh, got bushwhacked but we fought them off, then the horses were done in. So we waited.”
“Well, head in and get some chow. Mrs Winithorpe does some good beans.”
“Haha – anything but beans for us all I think.” Mrs Gilmurray responded.
The coach proceeded to Emberley Junction (not a junction really, just where the railroad verred South to avoid the direct route), where the rail lines awaited them with the next train due the following day. Here also some semblance of organisation and control started to return, for the train travelling in the opposite direction was observed to be monitored and many people were having their identities checked.
The night in the hotel was pleasant for the ladies, and concerning for Ivory Benson. He contemplated options such as taking horse for the prairie but the stables were being checked too. It seemed the law enforcement officers of all types were looking for someone important. He waited on, perhaps something would turn up.
“Good morning, you travelling alone?” a marshal eyed him as he walked nearly with the ladies down the platform; he had hoped they would be assumed to be all together. The ladies turned. Carol nearly spoke, but Sarah spoke first.
“Oh no, we are just married! We were caught in that awful escapade in the hills. I can’t wait until the rail can carry us all the way. My man is soooo brave; I’m sure I would have died of fright without him.”
“Just married? Certificate?” the marshal said, entirely unmoved by the fulsome praise from this young lady.
“Why those brutes tore open all out luggage. I can’t tell you what they threw around the place looking for money. They threw our ... they threw our certificate away. I...” she dabbed her eyes with a lace hankerchief.
“Sorry to hear that ma’am. So, no proof you are married? I guess we have to question you sir.”
“But the train! It will leave soon!”
“Ah guess he can catch the next, that will be in a week.”
An older man standing nearby had been listening. “Excuse me. Am I to understand that you have to check all single men before they board.”
“Those be my orders sir ... oh, all young singles sir. No need for you to worry.”
“Guard. GUARD! Come here a moment. Hold the train for ten minutes.”
“Can’t do that sir! We have our schedule.”
“The last time I caught this train it arrived four hours late sir! You will hold the train for ten minutes or find yourself in contempt of court, is that clear? In fact, come with me. You two as well.” He proceeded to the waiting room, towing a flotsam of people in his wake. “You, can you read and write?” a man looked up from his book and nodded. “Come!” Entering the waiting room he surveyed the scene. It was reserved for ladies and the few there, awaiting the leaving of the train, stared at him and Ivory and the guard and the other man. Others had crowded to the door. “Now, dearly beloved etc etc. we are gathered here to solemnise this couple’s marriage. They have foolishly lost their proof and they are heading out on their honeymoon.” All the women with one accord went ‘ahhhhh’. Then he proceeded to conduct the fastest, most abbreviated wedding ever; culminating in taking the guard’s check list sheet and writing on the blank back of it:
Wedding Marriage Certificate
Date...
Name of Husband... (Ivory nearly wrote that name but was stopped by Sarah and wrote his real name: Bertram Theodore Essex)
Occupation of Husband (and here he wrote something illegible)
Name of Wife ... Sarah Mary Theresa Gilmurray
Solemnized by... (Judge Jonathan Bean, Doctor of Law Harvard)
Witnessed by...
Witnessed by...
He had all of them sign it and then handed it to Ivory with a smile and a quiet “I don’t know who you are, but you seem a nice man and the governor was venal, viscious, violent and vengeful. Still the law is the law, so turn over a new leaf.”
“Oh thank you thank you.” Sarah beamed, she actually was delightfully pleased to be married to man who she hardly knew and who had taken such liberties with her aunt. As they boarded the train, she asked the marshal “What did the man you are searching for do?”
“Well ma’am, he killed the governor two states over. Now the governor had a bad reputation it is true. But we can’t let people go round shooting elected officials, now can we?”
“Quite right sir, quite right. No hard feelings? Good.” Bertram T Essex shook his hand and boarded. The only down side was that he was still stuck with that ridiculous name.
“ALL ABOARD!!!!! ALL ABOARD!!!!!” shouted the guard. It is a fact of life that from the first rail journey from Stockton to Darlington onwards, there has always been someone who rushes onto the platform at the last minute. They must hide with the express intention of making a show of themselves. In this instance it was a portly matron who waddled and wobbled alarmingly towards the carriage door accompanied by what people assumed were her sons. The steps had been lifted on, the engine was just puffing loudly as she reached the entrance. The guard braced himself to haul on her arms as the two men bodily lifted her by placing hands on their mother’s capacious backside and she managed to get into the narrow corridor entrance. So exciting was this little playlet that the family almost forgot to feast eyes on the retreating town.
“Well, and I suppose you will abandon my young niece as soon as you can.” Mrs Gilmurray said; half in sorry, but half in hope. She wanted her escapade with him to be all her own, not shared with Sarah.
“Oh no, ma’am. If she will accept me then I shall keep to the vows – implied rather than spoken in that foreshortened ceremony. But Miss Gilmurray ... I mean Mrs Essex, what of your intended? What shall he feel at being cast aside? You love him. You do love him?”
“Here.” she handed him the last letter she had received fully a month previous, it had taken four months to arrive by virtue of a long sea journey. ‘Dear Cherub,’ it began ‘I miss you hugely, this wait has been interminable and I can wait no longer. Every night I ream of you [he missed off the ‘d’] and every day I think of you. Our gold venture has been a great success as you know and now we feel the most experienced and skilled of prospectors. Dear Archie has opted to wait for the arrival of Aunt Gilmussary [sic] but ... how can I tell you this? I have taken a stake in a new gold search up north. I feel sure my luck and experience will stand me in good stead. I shallstake the claim with ... forgive me for the brutal way I tell you. With Clarissa. She is a lady I took up with when we came to the city. She it was who helped us find the boarding house for sale. She was living there whilst she found work in the San Francisco. We found ourselves drawn together and so we are travelling together to the north. Oh my dear, try not to hate me! I shall always have an affection in my heart for you. Percy.”
“He left you? And you never said?” Mrs Edmund Gilmurray, who was reverting to her respectable type, asked.
“How could I Aunt Gilmurray. You were so looking forward to getting across, and I could not let you journey alone. I ummmph” She was embraced in a pair of loving arms as Mrs Gilmurray realised that Sarah, wayward wilful Sarah was also thoughful and considerate Sarah who could have lost all on that coach journey, and now had tied her wagon to a man of dubious character just to rescue him from the law.
“I trust you will turn over a new leaf, young man? As the judge said?”
“Oh, aunt, of course he will not. He will continue his profession, which I am sure he is good at, and I shall help you, if you let me, when he is away.”
Aunt Gilmurray looked at them both and wondered how this would all work itself out. The train thundered at the heady constant speed of thirty one miles an hour for hour upon hour, only slowing to stop at the small settlements along the way where they marvelled at the difference from their East Coast towns. From where they had travelled, most of the towns were solid, stone, permanent. Here each settlement seemed to be growing even as they looked at it. Building was going on everywhere; building all in wood. One settlement was rebuilding. Half of the town had burnt to the ground, this land was dry and the wood took like tinder. Flames had spread faster than they could tear down a fire break.
Some places allowed for a longer stop, three were overnight. The longer stops allowed for ladies to take advantage of the private holes in the ground, they were not able to simply stand at the back of the train and piss as the men did. In a surprising show of understanding, Ivory (Bertram) said to his young wife that they would not consummate their marriage in some anonymous room in an anonymous town in a state that was still establishing itself. They would wait until San Francisco. “Whatever you say husband.” she had replied with a smile.
“Do you truly intend to keep to this union?” Carol Gilmurray asked him. “Or are you thinking to melt away in the big city when we get there?”
“I do not love her, nor she me; but I admire her. I hope I can learn to love her. I do not welch on any deal I make, and marriage is just such a deal one should not cheat on. Nevertheless, if she concludes that she married in haste, I shall not have her repent at leisure. She can separate from me. I hope you will be kind to her.”
“I almost wish you were my son-in-law. But no, my two are too young. Their time will come.” Actually her eldest was already attracting the attention of a pair of twins only one year older than her, they were travelling out with their family on the same train. Carol was watching, so were the twins parents. Bertram (taking on his Ivory Benson personality) was more active than passive in his actions. He informed the twins that if they sought to do anything to disgrace Melissa, he would hunt them down. Something in his manner convinced that this was no mere threat. They assured him, Melissa and themselves that friendship had only ever been their aim.
The last mountain range was past and now they were dropping towards the burgeoning city. There was a sense of expectation, of excitement, in the whole carriage. So many people heading for a new life.
Mr Edmund Gilmurray was waiting to greet his wife and daughters; he was slightly put out to also meet this good looking young man who had married his niece along the way. He had expected Sarah to be distraught at not now being engaged to be married anymore – indeed he was not even sure she would come; but he also thought that if she was unattached, she could be put to good use doing the scullery work for no pay ‘as part of the family’. Now it seemed she was married and she and her husband might be their first paying guests. He put a brave face on it. They went to the small boarding house that Edmund had been staying in.
The husband and wife were still running the business that the Gilmurrays were buying. They made it clear that they would leave as soon as the ink was dry, and Edmund Gilmurray had no intention of running a boarding house alone. They would visit it tomorrow. Today, they would stay in a simple boarding house nearby. “I’m sorry, we have only the one large family room. We did not expect a second married couple – you ARE married?” The lady of the house said. Bertram would have shown their certificate, but Sarah was made of sterner stuff and faced down the woman who made a clear implication that they were not in fact legally entwined. “We are a respectable house you see. I had to ask.” the woman explained. Sarah pointed out that since she had no space anyway, it was – she nearly said ‘none of your damn business’, but she hesitated since her aunt and uncle would be staying there.
Mr and Mrs Bertram Essex took a cab to the central district; then “No, wait, can you take us to this address first?” Ivory (he preferred his professional name) said.
“Ah you sure sir? I mean, the lady...” the cabman asked.
“Just to see the establishment, that is all.”
“You are the boss.” the cabman took them through poorer areas, down a hill to a pretty outlying village (now assimilated into the widening conurbation), with good views to the sea. They drew up outside the large boarding house.
“Oh my ... Oh haha, Oh, dear.” Ivory could barely hold in his laughter. Sarah, his wife looked quizzical “I see why you hesitated, cabman. I assure you I have never stayed there. My new family have bought it to run. I -” he dissolved into laughter again as they made their way back to the main city blocks where some of the buildings were made of stone and looked solid and respectable, and expensive. Sarah said nothing, neither wishing to look ignorant and not wanting to discuss in front of the cabman.
“Can we afford this?” Sarah asked as they made their way towards the doorman of an impressive building. “And tell me why you laughed. Is the building no good?”
“I shall tell you in our room.” was his reply. He took on the persona of a successful East Coast businessman and checked in a double room “Facing the sea if you please. Our luggage? It will come on later. Thank you.” With that he whisked his new wife up to their room and then explained, at her insistence, even before he was allowed a first very proper sexual, sensual kiss rather than the pecks they had shared so far. “Well, the Bond Street Boarding House is, how to tell you this? It caters for people who perhaps wish to only stay for an hour. Oh I am sure some of the residents are genuine, it charges reasonable rates it seems from the board outside; but the girls – and this almost certainly includes the girl your ex-fiance ran off with – who reside there looking for work. Well they have their work, they -”
“You mean they are ladies of ill repute, ummm whores I think is the common term?”
“Indeed. You have hit the nail dead centre, my dear. I am sure your aunt had no idea; but I suspect your uncle was similarly uninformed; he did not strike me as very ‘on the ball’. Still, it could be a good money spinner, think you?”
“But ... well girls doing ‘that’ for money?”
“Is that so bad, really? I mean, your aunt did much for free as you know. - and so will you soon.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
“But that was from the best of intentions ... I suppose it is little different to a wife though, expected to do things for her husband in exchange for housekeeping money and babies.”
“I hope our married life will be more balanced than that. You also are aware of the pleasure I extracted from Mrs Gilmurray – I mean the pleasure she had. As for housekeeping ... what I intend with you would need a very large housekeeping budget if I have to pay.” He was already unbuttoning her dress, she was under no illusions that the time had come for that consummation of their implied married vows (for she had not been required to say ‘with my body I thee worship’, it had all been understood). She took the initiative and kissed him, for the first time insinuating her tongue into his mouth.
“I expect all that you did with Aunt Gilmurray. I will not have you having dealt with her in ways that you would not with me. Yes, husband, I DO know what I am saying. We spied on much of what you did, remember? But in that spying I also perceived that you gave her much enjoyment ... even when you invaded the wrong place she enjoyed it.” He commented that it was clearly not the wrong place since they both found it not unpleasant.
So the education of a pretty young virgin began. He sent a message to the rest of the family explaining that they would be delayed for a few days. For three days they were barely out of the room, only leaving to have meals in the restaurant downstairs and occasional short walks. During this time one or other of them would inform the housekeeping manager that the room might be tidied. Fresh towels were provided, fresh sheets – it was commented on that the young lady had clearly been a virgin before they had started. Some of the female staff thought his insistent imposition on his young bride was cruel, not realising that it was her who was egging him on (admittedly she was encouraging a more than willing man).
She looked up from her morning ritual of taking his spend into her mouth. She still wasn’t used to swallowing the gelatinous goo that he squirted into her mouth, but she was sure she was getting better. “Oh yes, you definitely are.” he confirmed. “With your pretty mouth wrapped round my member I can’t help but fire now. I must try and hold back longer.” That made her smile. “Now put some clothes on, you naked hussy. You have no shame.”
“You are my husband, I have no shame and no secrets. So, do you truly like my breasts? They don’t bounce like Aunt Gilmurray’s di – owww!” he slapped her bottom hard.
“Stop fishing for compliments so obviously. But yes, I like your firm and yet soft breasts. They do bounce, they don’t flip and flop. Hers are good too, but I prefer yours. Now, do not mention her body again. You should not have been spying on her anyway; it was rude and invasive of her privacy.”
“True, but very educational, and without it I would have been shocked by last night.” Last night, he had finally moved from her sore cunt – tight but sore, or perhaps sore because it was tight. He had enjoyed entering her from the front that first time, and had done it again, and again. Then one day when they returned from a constitutional, he had pushed her against the wall and lifted her dress. She whimpered a little as he was taller than she and ramming himself in she had nearly lifted off the floor with each thrust. Before he came, he had turned her to face the wall and lifted the back of her dress and re-entered. After that, she needed a rest from the invasion of her vagina and the time had come for the other hole.