Chapter 6

May 25, 1847

I was beginning to really worry about a wagon train coming through in time for us to get over the mountains. We had decided that if they didn't come through within 3 weeks that we would try to return to St. Louis and spend the winter there before setting out again. I mentioned the Mormons who were moving out west to some of the trappers and was surprised at the hostility they showed. One trapper began a tirade about the heathen Mormons who were trying to destroy Christianity. Luckily a wagon train arrived late today or I might have gotten in trouble with my remarks.

I spoke to the wagon captain and asked permission to join the train. He agreed if I could buy two more oxen and paid 30 dollars to pay for the wagon master and the guide. We asked him to check the wagon and advise us of anything that we needed to get for the trip. He was surprised on how little we were taking on the journey but advised us not to buy too much as we were crossing the Great American Desert and might have to throw out items if these oxen became ill. He did insist that we buy at least one more keg of gunpowder and two water barrels since we had the space. He also told us that we might be able to pick up the farming equipment we needed from items discarded by people too heavily loaded before we got through the desert.

I went through the wagon train and using the gold eagles was able to buy an ox from each of two families. It cost over a hundred dollars but I felt it was worth it to be able to get going again. The captain told me that he would introduce the three of us to the members of the wagon train tonight. It's important that we make a good impression, as we will be depending on each other for the next 1000 miles. The wagon train consists of 25 wagons with a total of fifty-three men and older boys and a total of 135 people. They are all families and most are bound for the Willamette Valley where they intend to file for the 164 acres given to each registered male. Tomorrow we leave for Oregon. I don't know if I should be delighted or frightened.

May 26, 1847

We met several couples last night and seemed to match well with them. One couple, Alton and Jeanine Kyler, had four children and I don't think either was over 25. Another couple, Marvin and Corrie Morrett, were the "old" couple of the train, being 45 and 36 respectively and they had a grand total of 11 children. What amazed me was they had already sent off two sons and married off three daughters in addition to the 11 that were going to Oregon with them. Most of the others were somewhere in between as far as age and family size. We were unique in not having any children with us. I explained that Elizabeth and I had just recently gotten married.

Claire made herself an instant success when she said that she was a schoolteacher. Almost immediately several mothers asked if she could teach their children their numbers and letters. In exchange they offered to cook our meals and assist with the laundry so she could spend the time teaching them. Claire agreed, but stated that she would teach three hours a day everyday but Sunday. I offered to help her but was told that none of the children were old enough to need my assistance. (I think what she meant was that I should keep my nose out of her business.)

Elizabeth, made herself welcome when she showed her expertise in harnessing and driving the oxen. I'm afraid that I came off as being the weak link in the bunch. I didn't greatly impress anyone with either my skills or my abilities. I'm afraid the ability to set up an inventory system capable of tracking 100,000 items in real time doesn't transfer well to a period without computers. I'm going to have to go back to school to learn the everyday skills needed during this time. The only skills I have that will transfer to this period are my ability to make furniture and my knowledge of forging knives. Unfortunately there seems to be a decided lack of interest in these skills at this time.

I was upset about how the other men perceived me and spoke about it to my wives. They said not to worry about it and spent much of the night making sure I didn't. I received some looks from the other men the next morning as we congregated around the fire for our morning meeting. Marvin commented, "You must be newly wed. I don't think I remember when I've heard so much noise coming from a wagon. Try and keep it down tonight, will you? I don't think I could handle two nights with Corrie like that." I blushed and the rest of the men laughed. I felt like I was accepted into the group.

We headed out this morning at daybreak and traveled until about 10 AM. We then took a two-hour break then continued until around 4 or 5 o'clock. We have had good grass so far and the guide said that he expects us to find good grass up to South Pass. Altogether we managed to cover 16 miles today. I found out the hard way that the seat on a wagon leaves something to be desired. I feel like someone used that damned seat to paddle my ass all day. What I would give for a cushion! This is one day that my wives are going to have to satisfy themselves with each other. I'm beat.

May 27, 1847

I woke up this morning feeling like I should be dead. I don't think I've ever been so sore. Today I'm going to walk or ride. Elizabeth just laughed at me when I remarked about being sore. Claire assured me that I would soon get used to the seat, telling me that everyone went through the same process. Elizabeth offered to apply grease to my sore bottom, but I decided to decline the offer.

We saw our first buffalo today. There were only a few in sight but from talking to the others in the train I learned that they had seen herds numbering thousands during their journey. I asked about shooting one for the train but was told not to bother, as we would soon run into a lot more within a few days. I have to admit that I'm a child of my time, as the trip is one of the most boring things I have ever done. No music, no computer games, just a slowly changing view as we travel.

I feel much better after walking most of the day. Tonight I will get my revenge on Elizabeth and after her I'll play with Claire for a while. We managed to make 12 miles today since we had to cross several streams.

As we were lying in bed I turned to Elizabeth and started kissing her. As I began to trail my fingers along her sides Claire began to gently massage Elizabeth's breasts. Gradually I went lower on her body while Claire began to take over the top. I massaged Elizabeth's legs and began to cup her mons with one hand, while kissing her inner thighs. Gradually I kissed around her labia but avoided direct kissing them. As she began lifting her body attempting to make contact I continued to bypass the mons and started kissing her stomach then gradually went back to kissing around her mons. By this time she was becoming frantic wanting me to finish up. I stopped and looked at her flushed face and said, "Payback is hell, isn't it?"

She growled at me and pushed my head down between her legs. "You better finish what you started or you'll be dead tomorrow, not sore!"

I gently pulled back the outer lips and started licking her pussy like a kid with a melting ice cream cone. At the top of her slit I used my tongue to tap her clitoris and put two fingers into her and fingered her G-spot. As she began to squirm and became red from her arousal I raised my mouth, sucked in her clit and gently sucked. Elizabeth began to buck and shudder as she climaxed. I held on to her clit but was almost thrown off with her movements. As she came down from her climax I started licking her clit with my tongue while it was in my mouth. She almost instantly had another climax. She had two more before she pushed my head away. "Love, I can't stand anymore touching down there."

Claire was extremely aroused from watching us and touching herself during this. She demanded my attention and started kissing me. I tried to taste her pussy as well, but she demanded that I enter her immediately. By now my dick resembled a red and purple bar from my arousal. She licked my face to taste some of Elizabeth's juices and kissed me. She remarked to Elizabeth, "I love the way you taste."

Elizabeth reached over my body and licked some of her ejaculate from Claire's chin and then kissed her, "You're right. I do taste good."

I nearly came when they were speaking but managed to hold on until I heard Claire start keening and her cunt start to milk my erection. I couldn't hold it any longer and started to ejaculate into Claire. This pushed her over and she began to cum as well. We spent about an hour afterwards just cuddling. I find I like that as much as the sex and I love waking up between two beautiful women.

May 28, 1847

I woke up this morning with my hand wrapped around Elizabeth's breast and her hand on my erection. She gave me a kiss, then with a look of devilment in her eye, lowered her face to my dick and kissed the head. She paused and I told her, "You don't have to do that, Sweetheart." She looked at me and said, "I'm just paying you back for last night." and proceeded to lick my shaft and behind the glans until I became rock hard. She stopped, gave me a kiss and got out of the wagon leaving me on edge. She gave me a glance as she got out of the wagon, saying. "If you're a good boy today, I might let you cum during the break." (Payback can be a bitch.)

We used up the last of the wood we brought with us today. I have been given the job of gathering buffalo droppings to use for fuel in the main fire today together with Claire. I couldn't believe how many chips it takes to cook anything. This job rotates throughout the train so we shouldn't have to do this very often. I was also put on the watch roster. This rotates though the men and the older boys with each man expected to have duty every other week. I was told that we should be aware that while they expected no attacks by the Indians on the train, we should expect them to try their best to steal anything they could. We were asked to be willing to give up small items to pay for our passage through the Indian tribal lands. One man asked why we didn't just shoot them if they tried something. The wagon master nearly took his head off. He was informed in no uncertain terms that if he wanted to start a war with one of the tribes, he could travel by himself. The Indians expected us to protect our goods and stand up to them, but unnecessary killing would lead to a battle we couldn't win. We managed to make 16 miles today.

Claire lost her temper a bit tonight when we went to bed. She told both Elizabeth and I that we were acting like two of her students with our teasing of each other. She started to cry and we both began to comfort her. Elizabeth grimaced, "She's always like this around this time of the month." I must have had a blank look on my face, because she made it clearer. "She's about to start her monthlies." Elizabeth stated. "I am too." She grimaced again, and told me, "For the next week the only thing we will be doing in bed is cuddling".

May 29, 1847

I'm glad Elizabeth is here. Claire is one of those unfortunate women who don't have an easy time during their periods. She alternatively bit my head off and burst into tears most of the day. I was able to relieve their cramps with an abdominal massage but that did little to moderate her moods. Elizabeth has been a gem. She knows when to be sympathetic or be firm when Claire gets into one of her moods. Luckily Elizabeth said she didn't suffer like her sister. I don't know what I would do if both were like Claire.

Our first Indian tribe met us since we left Fort Laramie. The chief demanded most of our horses for passage but settled for one horse and some salt, flour and sugar. Afterwards the Indians wandered through the wagon train mostly looking at the teams of oxen. One touched Claire and she hit him with her fist so hard he was knocked down. He got up mad because of everyone's laughter, but several other Indians in his party grabbed him. I had pulled my pistol when this happened and went to stand by Claire. The guide came over and explained that she was my wife and was suffering from her period. The chief remarked something and the guide translated it as saying I must be a great warrior if I could tame a woman so fierce. I replied back, "I think she managed to tame me, instead." This drew a great laugh from the Indians and everyone relaxed. I gave the warrior who was hit some powder and some rounds for his rifle as compensation for his injured pride.