Chapter 5

In due time, we reached the confluence with the river that Lewis and Clark had called the Sioux River. There was a large trading post here which functioned as a kind of informal fort whenever there was trouble with the Indians. In this area, the Sioux were generally friendly, but they did have factions and, once in a while, one of them would get fractious.

Capt. Johnson did a brisk business at this post and sold everything he was not specifically taking to the big fur rendezvous. The Lovely Louise was one of the very few large river boats that could travel any farther up the river. Most boats got this far and threw in the towel. The river had shoals and sand bars and rocks and you-name-it that would rip the bottom from many a sturdy boat, but the Lovely Louise had a draft shallow enough to travel for many more miles on the river, provided she was not heavily loaded.

By this time, with my wives helping me, I had produced all 12 rifles that I had planned for. My debt was paid off to Capt. Johnson, and I had started training some of his sailors in the proper care and use of the rifles. The women had also managed to make 473 cartridges, so we presented 300 of them to Capt. Johnson to go with the rifles. He agreed to purchase any more he might need from us at a later date. The women continued to make the cartridges, since it was an excellent way to stave off boredom.

It was shortly after we pulled away from that trading post at Sioux River that Mary announced that she was knocked up. We were all ecstatic, and immediately started counting the days until the blessed event.

It was also at this time that Sarah had her first monthly flow. She got very excited, for this meant that she was very close to having her first full sexual experience with me. Up until now, she had been limited to having my finger inserted into her pussy, but she was now ready to have me break her maiden head and fully penetrate her with my cock.

As we had agreed, though, she had to experience her second monthly flow before we would consummate our "marriage." Sarah carefully counted the days until she was due, and was devastated when she did not show blood on the day she expected. Her sisters tried to calm her worries by telling her that they had both been late with their second flow, and it was not something to worry about, but she was not consoled. Finally, four days later, the blood showed up, and we could all relax.

Sarah was dancing around in the grip of complete frustration as she had to wait one week after her flow started to be sure that she was not having any difficulties. Her sisters enforced this, not me, but we were all concerned for Sarah's welfare; in fact, much more than she was. She kept insisting that she "was ready to fuck!"

Finally, it was time! Sarah even took a bath, although it was not Saturday. Her sisters insisted that I bathe, too, so I went along with the suggestion which I interpreted as the nearest thing to an order that I would ever hear from my wives. I may be stubborn, but I am not a fool when it comes to complying with something my wives feel so strongly about.

We had an excellent dinner at the captain's table. He didn't know the significance of the occasion, but he made a special deal of it at the request of Mary and Helen. We did not linger at the table after the meal, as Sarah was in too big of a hurry. She practically dragged me back to our cabin and started removing my clothes as soon as we entered the door, and before it was closed completely.

Her sisters and I were surprised when Sarah wanted them to remain for the occasion. They had planned to sleep in another cabin for the night, but Sarah vetoed that. Of course, we had all been sleeping in the same room for the whole trip from St. Louis, so all of the women had seen me having sex with their sisters. Thus, it was not a mystery to Sarah as to what went on or the mechanics of the process; after all, she had seen it many times. The rest of the surprise was that she wanted them to draw up chairs beside the bed so that they could watch in comfort!

I had been pushed onto the bed and told to lie there until Sarah was ready for me. I followed orders, but it was hard not to laugh as Sarah worked diligently to get everything set up to her satisfaction. I didn't want to hurt her feelings on a night that was obviously so important to her.

Finally, she was ready. She had removed all of her clothes and stretched out beside me in a position between her sisters and me so that everyone could have a full view of the proceedings. Sarah was no stranger to foreplay, since we had been doing it for months while we waited for her monthlies to start. She was in a hurry, so she directed me to do the various things which would get her ready in the minimum possible time. Actually, she had been ready from sometime that afternoon, but she had a recipe she wanted to follow and, heaven help anything that got in the way!

At last, Sarah was ready for me to penetrate her. Heaven knows, I was ready and as hard as I could get. Sarah lined me up on her tunnel and ordered me to press forward. At this point, I took over. I was afraid that, in her enthusiasm, Sarah would be hurt accidentally if I didn't take charge. Therefore, I made sure that I was lined up correctly and pushed in slowly, but steadily.

I had enough experience with her maidenhead that I knew that it was quite stretchy, so I would be able to push in fairly far before I met any real resistance from it. Therefore, I actually had to back out a little and push back in because I was already stretching Sarah's pussy uncomfortably wide. Even though I had occasionally inserted two fingers at one time, that was still not as wide as my cock, so she was feeling more stretching than she had ever felt before.

Nevertheless, Sarah kept urging me to push, push, push, harder, harder, harder! She was anxious to have her barrier broken and was somehow feeling a little bit put out at me for taking so long. I worked in far enough that I had her maidenhead stretched to its limit, so that only a little more pushing was going to rip it asunder. I was just ready to push in that little bit more when Sarah gave up on me doing the job and hunched her hips sharply up at me. This was the extra motion that was needed to rupture the membrane, and she screamed in pain.

A moment later, she looked embarrassed as she realized that it really had not hurt that bad, she had just been caught by surprise. All three of us grabbed her hips to hold her down as I told her to wait until the pain subsided, then I would finish the penetration. She nodded, and we all relaxed a bit.

I asked and Sarah acknowledged that she was now ready, so I began to work my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. It was not long before I was in deeper than I had ever been with my fingers, since my cock was significantly longer than my longest finger. I was surprised that I had not struck her cervix until I was all the way in as far as I could go and, our pubic bones were pressing together. I just barely touched her cervix with the tip of my cock as I pressed against her with my pubic bone and massaged her clit in the process.

I held that position for a few seconds to give her a chance to absorb all of the sensations, then I began to withdraw. Sarah did not panic, since she knew what I was doing from having seen it many times with her sisters. I drew almost all of the way out and then pushed back in as deep as before. I did this slowly at first, then sped up as she began to become accustomed to the feelings.

Sarah knew, in general what was coming, so she was anxiously awaiting for the next stage. She began to feel the wonderful sensations and began to pant in rhythm with my strokes. She panted harder and louder as my strokes continued and sped up as I did. Suddenly, it was as if the whole panoply of sensations hit her at once and she screwed her face up in a horrible grimace and screamed, "FUCK!" as she began to shake and writhe completely out of control. Both of her sisters began to laugh, and I had to force myself not to copy them. That one word summed up Sarah's feelings as nothing else could have. I continued to stroke as she continued to experience orgasm after orgasm. I wondered if I should slow down or stop, certainly, I did not want to hurt her.