Chapter 1

This post that I got transferred to was an outpost in hell and that was a fact. I knew I got sent here because wouldn't volunteer to do the grave-digging duty up behind the headquarters hospital but I couldn't bear to be near those corpses any more than necessary for common courtesy.

My name was the only name on the set of orders that got cut sometime in the middle of the night right after I managed to rile the first sergeant past his "blowing off steam" point so I knew it was most likely my reluctance to be in close proximity to the bodies brought in from the battlefield not that far from the nation's capital. Now that I have had some time to think about it, an assignment out west might be just the thing I needed to survive the coming chaos in the east what with the "Johnny Rebs" raising a ruckus all over the place.

I wrote a letter to my Ma up Boston way so she wouldn't worry about me getting shot by some slave-owning plantation owner from down south. I didn't really know any slave-owners or any plantation owners for that matter but I heard tell they were a nasty breed of back-shooters.

The Military Police unit even sent an escort to make certain I got on the train heading out to Kansas City but I purely didn't have it on my mind to disobey a direct order even if it was sheer spite from the Irishman sergeant's evil mind. He didn't like me because my name sounded a lot like some English gentleman. If the truth be known, I certainly was not English and I was not a gentleman. I was Irish just like him but we had lived in England a long time and my folks had changed their name from O'Malley to Marlborough just to fit in and not be thought lacking in proper manners. They even called me John in front of everyone when we all knew my name was Jack.

The train was busting at the seams with folks all heading west to get away from the fighting as the Rebels came closer and closer to the city. I had seen the troops and equipment being transported into the surrounding camps and I figured the war wouldn't last that long because all those farm boys produced was cotton and little bastard children running around not knowing who their real daddy really was. I had five sisters at home and I knew my father was perturbed about their keeping their knees crossed until they could get some fellow to say, "I do". A lot of young men were doing that more often because they could get a deferment if they had a wife with a baby on the way. Of course, the rich folks could just pay for a substitute just off the ship to take their place for a tidy little sum of cash.

I found a seat at the back end of the train but it was near the open caboose and pretty much out of the way of the soot that seemed to catch the first few cars. An older woman was seated near the window and I could see she was already wearing black so she must have been unfortunate enough to lose her husband in the opening salvos of the war.

Since the quarters were close, I introduced myself and she didn't look down her nose at me because I was in my official uniform even if I was an unimpressive Corporal with no ribbons or medals to speak of. Up close now, I could see she wasn't as old as I first thought because she still had that blush of youth in her eyes that spoke of happier days. I opened the window for her so she could get more fresh air.

"Thank you, Corporal Marlborough; I felt a little faint because I missed lunch to catch this train. I am heading for a post out in Indian Territory on the other side of Kansas City."

When she mentioned the name of the post, I was surprised because that was my destination as well. It was a strange coincidence but maybe it was just fate. I gave her some of my rations which included an assortment of fruit fresh picked from the farm. I watched her wrap her lips around a juicy peach and saw her tiny little tongue come out like a happy explorer to lick and suck up the juices with expert skill. It fair made my cock twitch something fierce just thinking about how that would feel with her head between my legs and I think she read my mind because she started to blush and tried to hide her pretty mouth from my intent gaze.

We made steady time all that afternoon and into the night.

The next morning, we stretched our legs by walking back into the caboose that was empty because it was jumping around on the track fairly shaky due to some problem with the wheels. Sometimes folks would come out to the end hand rail and spit their chewing tobacco or discard trash but not at the moment. She bent over the side railing to look out to the flat open lands flashing by and I took advantage of the situation to push up her long ankle length skirt and rest my impetuous cock right on her bloomers like I was her boyfriend or her fiancée. It was a relief that she was not in the least bit put out by my forward actions and even ventured to lower her bloomers for me to place it right into her cleft smack dab on her pretty little brown eye. I was way over the line with gentlemanly conduct but I pressed on and managed to gain a foothold inside her tight little hole. The jouncing of the caboose was enough to make me the proud possessor of her womanly entrance as my cock slid down to enter the more welcoming entryway.

A pair of lovebirds came on the end platform and ignored us because with me covering her naked flanks, nothing untoward was visible for any comment. We just stood there and let the bouncing train do our business for us and soon we both were spilling our climaxes like marital partners in a familiar setting. I stayed inside my lovely partner until the other couple departed and then slid my shrinking shaft out allowing my seeds to spill out onto the platform deck. The widow Mason laughed at the sight and erased them with her shoe. We went back to our seats and played stinky finger in the darkened compartment out of sight of the other passengers. All in all, it made for a pleasant journey and the time flew by as we humped our way west.