Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (26 page)

Wagon Train Lolitas

Western Romance

By: Lisa Cartwright

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Through a liquor fog, Jenny Gibbs felt herself being lifted up and tossed over the shoulder of some big man. She took a deep breath. It wasn't any big man. It was her partner, Jed Newbolt. He smelled of soap and basic male. She took another deep breath. She thought, "Damn, he smells good."

His pungent aroma stoked her fires inside. Twelve hours of slow relentless stimulation at the hands of a mad man made her awfully grateful for Jed's help. She was too drunk to move fast on her own and bounced along on Jed's shoulder; folded like a cheap chair, head down with her bare butt pointed toward the dark sky and a man's arm across her bare thighs.

Jenny Gibbs was average in height, average in weight and distribution and, without makeup, average in looks. She could be 16 or 52, dance hall gorgeous or plain, sod-hut ugly.

She'd been investigating a counterfeiting ring in Colorado City by making conversation with men in bars. The previous night an important name came up. She was going to meet with him at sunset. Tim told her to finish the assignment then team up with Jed.

She'd discovered a perfect way to throw men off their guard and insure their trust and attention. All she had to do was make her skirts very short and the neckline of her blouses very low. It was tricky. She wasn't pretending to be a saloon girl. She was a singer and damned good at it too. She said she wanted an easy way to make some quick money to replace all of her earnings for the last year, allegedly stolen by a crooked manager. She heard of a job distributing paper that paid outrageously well. It had to be counterfeiting. The cowboy who told her about it referred her to Zeke Tilden. He was overweight and unpleasant.

She had one drink with him and woke up flat on her back on a bed in the back room, tied hand and foot with a gag in her mouth. She hadn't been raped yet, but knew it wouldn't be long. She craned her neck up and saw him, stark naked, at the foot of her bed. She looked at herself and saw only skin. Ropes held her legs apart. She was wide open and defenseless. If he could get it up, he could get it in. A quick glance at his midsection told her that rape wasn't going to be on the program, at least, for the time being. She was looking at the ceiling when she felt his mouth on her left nipple and his finger between her legs. He didn't stop for anything for the next twelve hours, except to give her more whiskey and to check his unresponsive male member for any activity. He was surprisingly gentle and thorough. It made it worse.

Jed tossed her on his horse and got on behind her. He took off his shirt and wrapped it around her. She glanced back as he put it on her and almost fainted at the sight of his broad, well-muscled chest.

She'd gotten on a horse as early as she could walk. When she reached puberty, she discovered the value of a hard leather saddle rubbing against her private parts. That day, nothing stood between her delicate portal and the worn leather of the saddle. She had been so aroused for so long she would have gladly used a smooth branch on a log if it gave her relief.

Ten minutes later, she was awake enough to see the world around them. She heard the other riders first. She turned to Jed. “We’ve got company.”

He turned back. “Damn.”

They galloped flat-out toward a small group of buildings. Ten riders threw lead at them as they huddled low on their saddles.

They both felt their horse shiver with bullets in its hindquarters. They turned into the first building they came to; a livery stable.

In seconds, they were off their horses and running. Jed pointed up and they climbed into the hayloft. Jenny scrambled up some stairs leading to the roof. Jed followed.

Their path was clear in the moonlight. The buildings had been built sharing a common wall. Their roofs were at different heights, but right next to each other. They ran down the row, jumping up or down to get to the next roof.

The last building was a low, single story structure. Jed looked over the edge. “Sometimes we get lucky.” Jenny grinned.

Directly below them someone had parked a wagon with horses already hitched up. A short jump took them into the wagon. Jed headed the horses down the road toward home and slapped the reins. The horses took off.

Jed started counting. He’d reached twenty before he heard exciting shouting behind them.

Jenny shouted, “Hurry.” She looked back with genuine fear in her eyes. Capture meant Abe Townsend, Zeke’s boss. Abe got up and walked. Men died and women cried when he did.

The road dipped into a hollow next to the Cleavon River.

Cottonwood trees cast moon shadows onto the roadway. The darkness swallowed them as the wagon plunged down the incline. Three wagons were stopped next to the stream.

Jed pulled the wagon next to the last wagon in the train. He listened.

Women were giggling and splashing in the river and the noises weren't close. He risked a match and peeked over the tailgate of the big prairie schooner. He saw blankets, boxes and what all a person would take to get across the plains. Jenny jumped down from the wagon and Jed tossed her in the back of the wagon. Jed spotted a hatpin sticking in the top of one of the boxes. He grabbed it, turned to his own wagon and drove it deep into the haunch of the off horse. The wagon reached top speed in a snake strike, and Jed launched himself into the stationary wagon just as 10 horsemen thundered down into the hollow.

The noise of the hoof beats had just faded out when Jed slowly raised his hands. Jenny looked at him. He pointed behind him with his thumb.

A girl had a big Colt Navy pistol pressed against his neck.               "Just move real easy, mister. I'm not afraid to pull the trigger." She was young and scared.

Jed knew that was a bad combination. You got dead from inexperience and a bad case of the jumps a lot quicker than from a professional's calm.

The girl with the gun squashed the fear in her gut enough to make her face calm, but she had to grip the gun with both hands and the barrel bounced an inch in each direction. She said, “Turn around. Do it slowly.”

Jed was kneeling. He knee-walked around until he faced her.

"Who are you and why are you in this wagon?" The young woman bent at the waist and poked the gun far in front of her. She was dressed in a white, sleeveless camisole and long underskirt, both of cotton. She had black hair and brown eyes and probably stood a little more than average height when she was upright.

Her camisole drooped open. Jed saw young, good breasts high on her chest, about half a handful in size with very small nipples almost the same color as the rest of the breast.

She saw him look and closed the view quickly. "Talk! Dammit!" The curse didn't seem strange to her. She didn't hesitate to say it, and she didn't blush.

Jed realized the girl couldn’t see Jenny. He waved his fingers to get her to come out from behind the box that hid her. He said, "My name is Jed Newbolt. This is my partner Jenny Gibbs. She was undercover infiltrating a counterfeiting gang when they found out who she was. I rescued her, and we ran away with Abe Townsend’s men right behind us. We hid in your wagon when they were about to catch up with us."

The girl saw Jenny and clicked down the hammer on her revolver.

Jenny said, “He told you the truth. We’re both Federal Marshals.”

The girl said, “Let’s go outside.”

Two other girls waited outside the wagon. The short, bosomy girl joined her friends. All of the them looked at Jenny’s bare legs. She wore only Jed’s shirt.

The tallest of them said, “We have some clothes you can wear.”

Jenny shook her head. “How old are you.”

The tallest girls answered, “We’re all 18. By the way, my name is Marjorie Blake. We're seniors at the Altamont School for Girls in Debuque Iowa.” She pointed to the middle girl. "This is Grace and you’ve met Debbie.”

Debbie, the short girl, wore a yellow cotton dress made for someone else. Five feet high and no more, she carried a little extra weight. She had a defined waist and her hips had a good shape; but after a couple of kids, she would have to watch her diet. The dress split between her generous breasts. Jed could see skin flash inside the split and two little points poked their presence in the worn cotton bodice. Her breasts didn't droop. He imagined himself half an inch tall, standing on one nipple and throwing a lasso across her divide to the other nipple then swinging from one nipple to the other.

Marjorie, the tall redhead, wore men's clothes with comfort. Whether they’d tightened because they shrunk or she liked them that way, her jeans and man’s shirt clung to her breasts and hips.

Grace had a natural grace that showed when she moved. Her figure was slimmer than Debbie’s exuberant body and more filled out than Marjorie’s. Her blue eyes sparkled whenever she looked at someone she liked. She had blonde hair and full lips. At 18, she was a heart breaker. She do more damage as she grew older.

"Where's your teacher or principal, the adult in charge?" Jenny asked.

"Mr. Hamilton and Miss Kaystrel died three days ago when their

wagon crashed. We've had to take care of ourselves since then."

"You've done a fine job", Jed said.

Three feminine voices said, at the same time, "For a bunch of girls?"

Jed was serious. "No, for people of little experience on the plains, and on their own."

That seemed to be the right answer. The girls smiled.

Jenny continued, “This is going to be a little more grown up than you’re used to. A man with a problem held me captive. He couldn’t get any lead in his pencil, if you know what I mean.”

All three nodded.

“He wanted to solve his problem with me. He tied me to a bed and fed me liquor to keep me compliant. He worked on my body for twelve hours. He was gentle and calm. He never hurt me. My body didn’t know I wasn’t in love with him, only that he was doing something that felt good. It kept preparing me for sex all of that time without delivering.”

The short girl said, “So you’re horny as a herd of steers and any clothes you wear feel like they’re made of stinging nettle.”

“That’s exactly right.”

As if they’d coordinated the movement, all four pairs of eyes moved to Jed, who tried to look virtuous.

Jenny continued, “I know. He’s so handsome, he makes me feel faint every time I look at him. He’s got a good heart, and he’ll need it. We’ve only known each other for two days total. We’re not in love. Not yet, anyway. I’m going to take a real chance. I want you each to know that I would wait if my body would give me any peace, but it won’t. So, if you’ll let us use one of your tents for the night, he and I will give my over stimulated feminine equipment the relief it needs.”

Marjorie pointed to one of three tents they’d pitched in the clearing. “You can use that one if you’d like. Debbie and I can double up.”

“Thank you.” Jenny dragged Jed inside the tent. A lantern already burning showed them a single bunk.

Jenny was naked in a heartbeat and she shifted from foot to foot nervously as Jed got out of his clothes. When he was naked, she took a running jump and climbed his body like a tree. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She kissed him with thoroughness. They were both breathing hard when the kiss ended. She said, "Oh, hurry. I'm burning up."

Jed laid her down crosswise on the cot. He spread her legs and buried his face in her secret garden. She threw her head back in joyous relief.

Suddenly, she pushed him off. "I have to know something. I won't go through this again if you can't give me a big, hard, long cock. And I mean big." She had him stand in front of her. He was almost hard. She took him in her mouth and sucked and pumped him with her hands for a minute until his male member stood straight and tall and hard as a diamond. She petted it and said, "He's so beautiful. I'm so lucky."

She dropped back and opened her legs again. Jed fell on his knees. His nose told him her perfumed center was drenched in fluid. The smell intoxicated him.

Three young women lined up at the corner of the tent where the sides tied together. Spaces between the ties provided a vertical row of openings. They watched Jed’s nose push into Jenny’s private tunnel and each sighed in surprise and enjoyment.

Jed ran his tongue over the complicated landscape between Jenny’s legs for only a few minutes before she grabbed him and pulled him bodily up and over her hips. She panted, "In me. Please, stick him in me."

Her anxious hands had his male member in their grip before he came close to his target. She pulled, and he followed.

Six wide eyes followed the movement of Jed’s straight, long, thick cock. Marjorie whispered to herself, “This is it. She’s going to get him inside her.”

Jenny’s opening welcomed him. Jed pushed himself inside her important tunnel with little effort. As soon as he filled her completely, she stretched and moaned. "This is what I wanted."

Three chests stopped holding their breath and exhaled. Debbie said, “Wow” in a very faint voice. “He’s inside her.”

Grace mumbled, “He’s really big. How does it fit?”

Jenny didn't know men came as big as Jed, but she was happy they did. His cock inside her felt perfect. It filled her without hurting her. It was wide enough to provide stimulation all along her channel and long enough to touch her cervix and rub across it.

She gloried in her own femininity and his gorgeous cock for a few more moments until she realized that he might not be entirely comfortable with this much intimacy. She put her hands on both sides of his face and brought him close. She started talking. While he listened, he penetrated and withdrew. The more interested he got, the harder he pumped.

She said, "I know this isn't the best way of starting our partnership..." She moaned and lifted her hips into him. "...Just do that a little more. Just like that. I want to talk for a minute then I'll let you blow me into the sky." She puffed then held her breath. She did this twice more until she calmed down enough to get the next few sentences out. "We can talk about our personal relationship...Oh, my Lord, that feels good...when we're done. I promise to do whatever you want. I'm so grateful..." She paused. Her eyes half shut and she gasped over and over. She bent back, lifting her body off the thin mattress so forcefully that she pushed Jed, who outweighed her by more than a hundred pounds, a foot in the air. She groaned and whimpered and pulled on Jed's hard, muscled butt to get him to penetrate her farther and deeper.

Jed went at it without finesse or grace. He knew she needed a good pounding, and he was good at it.

When they’d made camp earlier that day, the girls stacked boxes around the opening in the walls of the tent. The boxes closed them in.

They didn’t realize it, but their healthy, young bodies all moistened and gave off a strong, feminine scent. The closed-in space concentrated it and acted like a stimulant to each of them. They all felt their skin develop a smooth, sheen of sweat. Marjorie wiped her forehead with a handkerchief.

Grace borrowed it and wiped her chest and breasts. She whispered, “He’s really slamming into her.”

Debbie took the handkerchief next. She used it on her neck and arms. She said, “She seems to like it though.”

Marjorie took back her handkerchief and stuffed it in a pocket of her jeans. She mumbled, “I wonder how it feels.” Two other heads nodded in agreement

It didn't seem to matter to Jenny how hard Jed rammed his cock inside her, she desperately needed more. Her belly and legs shuddered with the blows his body delivered. Her inner channel lengthened and widened to accommodate his welcome cock.

She whimpered and pulled him, needing more.

Marjorie said, quietly, “Here it comes. This is what she wanted.”

Grace added, “But how does it feel?”

Marjorie pointed at Jenny. “That’s how it feels.”

Jenny cried out, loud enough to be heard in the next county over. The cry held no words. She wanted the world to know a man wanted her and had taken her, and she was proud of it.

Her body straightened and stiffened. Her legs stuck straight out. Her toes curled downward. Her hands beat on the Army blanket covering the cot. She gasped and groaned and tried to breathe. Her entire body contracted and relaxed, over and over.

Debbie sighed, “That’s so powerful. I wish I had a boy.”

Grace said, “That’s not a boy by any means. That’s a full grown man.”

Jenny took five minutes to expend all of the energy twelve hours of remorseless stimulation built up inside her. Her important sheath rippled along its length, milking Jed's cock unmercifully. She recovered enough to enjoy the sensations. She smiled at the ceiling of the tent. “Oh Jed, that’s so nice. It feels like warm maple syrup flowing around in my hips.”

Jed said, in a strangled voice, “I’m glad for your happiness.” She looked at his face and said, “My wonderful man, you’re still stiff and tight. Go ahead and fill me up with your semen.”

Marjorie whispered to herself, “She’ll get a baby.”

Grace added, “This is how a girl gets one.”

Debbie said, “I want one.”

Jed barely got the words out. “Will you get pregnant if I do?”

Jenny didn’t answer. She watched his face and waited.

He said, “Jenny. I want to do the right thing.”

“Don’t. You’re a man, and you’re inside me. Do to me what men do to women in this situation.”

His voice held as much amazement as he was capable of at that moment. He said, “I’ll be damned.”

“You will if you don’t coat my inside with semen.”

He moaned and penetrated her as far as he could and began a short in-and-out movement.

Marjorie said, “This is it.”

Debbie wondered, “Why didn’t she have him pull out?”

Grace added, “Somehow, it was important for him to give his semen to her.”

Debbie replied, “That sounds very basic, like animals.”

Marjorie said, “We’re animals. It’s natural for us too.”

Jed made a loud moan and grabbed Jenny’s hips. He pummeled her with his cock for five more penetrations and jammed it all the way inside. His strength pushed Jenny around the cot. Her hips shook as if they bottled up an earthquake. She smiled up and him and put a hand on his cheek. None of the little earthquakes inside her hips made it to her serene face.

His expression cleared.

Debbie nodded. “It’s happening now. He’s filling her up with sperm.”

Grace said, “We might be watching her get a baby. Right now.”

Marjorie was surprised, “Look at her face. She’s happy.”

Jenny beamed up at him as she felt the semen spurt from the end of Jed's member. It filled her up and flowed out of her onto the cot. It triggered another minor orgasm. Jenny panted and gasped through another thirty seconds of muscular contractions.

Her body gave her minor aftershocks for the next minute. As she settled down, she brought Jed down on top of her. She cradled him with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His weight felt wonderful pushing her into the cot. She was free and safe and in the care of a decent man. The knowledge made her feel content and sleepy. She snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes.

Marjorie said, “She’s loving him with her body. That’s so sweet.”

Debbie pushed back against the other two girls. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

They snuck away from the tent. Grace went straight to her own tent and closed the flaps.

Marjorie nudged Debbie. “Why don’t you go to bed in the tent. I’ll sleep in the wagon.”

Debbie nodded in an excited manner. “Thank you. I need to be alone to... think about what we saw.”

“Me, too.”

Fifteen minutes later, three identical cries startled the birds in the trees. The cries turned to moans and quiet sighing.