Back Ta Winding Creek Ch 05 Blue

( I cannot express my deepest appreciation to those that continue reading and enjoy my efforts here. This chapter was not as hurried as the last one was, due to indecision on my part whether to continue and then keep doing so in a timely fashion.

Also, as it was pointed out to me in a comment: these will not be 'standalone' stories. That decision was made after Ch 3. Thank You all again for your patience, understanding, votes and comments. )

Anna Ruth Taylor took a deep breath, closing her eyes as Sally Tart's fingers slid under the bodice of the silver n white dress she wore. She wished they were alone. Wished Sally would have taken her like this when they were alone...

Lucas Blake watched as Anna Ruth closed her eyes, looking at Sally after she did. His paramour looked back, her emerald eyes blazing. They'd been here before. Tiffany Ann, Maria Lopez, Louise Sheppard...

Yet this was different. Anna was a young woman from means, her life changed when her husband failed with all they had been given by his successful family. Raised as a Lady, she was familiar with the upper crusts of society back east. Well read. Polished. Honorable. And as Lucas had seen, of deep passions.

Lucas soft smiled at Sally, their eyes meeting in understanding. The red headed woman began her seduction in earnest, lightly teasing Anna's hard little nipples: searching her neck with her lips, enjoying the supple skin of her shoulders...

Anna Ruth opened her eyes as Sally was easing the crepe and silk material off and then slowly down her shoulders. The silver n white material slowly exposed more of her pale breasts. She inhaled deeply, meeting and holding Lucas Blakes eyes. The warmth of the room increased as she was slowly exposed to the handsome man now sitting across from her. His eyes never left hers as the air washed over her exposed breasts. Sally's hands were gently covering them now, her lips tasting her upper shoulders and sensitive neck. Sally tugged lightly on her ear, encouraging her to turn her face to her so she could again enjoy her suddenly dry mouth. She wanted to reach up, pull Sally tighter to her; the dress off her shoulders now, around her waist and elbows, trapped her arms. She was forced to raise up from her chair to deepen the kiss.

Sally turned her body into hers, Anna's hands desperately trying to draw her closer without being able to reach around her. Anna felt herself being laid back onto the table, her plate and the silver that laid along its sides somehow moved so she could lay back. Sally eased away ever so slightly, her mouth pressing against her cheek. The younger woman turned her face away as she tasted her temple and again toyed with her ear, the tip of her tongue darting in and out. Sally tried moving closer, the young woman parting her thighs allowing her to. When Sally lifted her smeared, red stained lips to look into her eyes, Anna Ruth Taylor melted into the linen tablecloth.

In the minutes that followed Anna Ruth's dress and other layers of clothing vanished from her youthful body. Soft endearments were whispered into her ear before tender kisses slipped over her breasts, past her tightening tummy and then along the inside of her trembling thighs. Another pair of hands covered her breasts. Long fingers caressed her exposed flesh, toying with her sensitive, so very hard nipples. Lucas Blake's mouth covered hers, his tongue gently seeking entrance into hers. She thought of turning away, trying to save whatever virtues she might have left, but surrendered to the feelings that coursed through her body like the strong early warning winds of a coming storm.

Her soft thighs were parted wider as lips caressed the delicate, creamy skin. Her mouth opened allowing the green eyed male to search inside. She was drawn gently back towards the man, the linen under her sliding her very warm, heated body farther onto the table. Her hips settled on the hard surface when her knees were lifted, her thighs opened wide, and Sally's mouth covered her throbbing sex.

Anna Ruth cried out into Lucas Blake's mouth...

*

Smoke Garcia turned sharp n started moving out of the barn. Linda Jean was hard looking at him as he took her arm to lead her out of the barn.

"S-Smoke..."

"Is nutheenin to be seeen here."

"Smoke!"

The big man turned to look at only the second woman in his life he could have ever loved. The gravel voice from somewhere deep in his chest whispered.

"Yore muther n Luis Tee."

Linda Jean near bust out laughing as she stared into the big man's eyes.

"You mean My mother n Her Husband are making love back there!"

The now red-faced Spaniard threw up his hands and stormed off, collecting Rojo's reins in his hand as he passed to leave the barn. Linda Jean was three steps behind leading Starlight.

"Smoke... Smoke!"

He stopped, turning to half look at his partner n friends wife wide smiling at him. Her eyes were dancing as she moved as close to him as she ever had without touching the red, sour faced man.

"Does Mama look as good as I do in the altogether?"

Linda Jean now saw what so many men feared. Blazing black eyes and a face stretched so tite she thought it might tear apart. It was only a moment, but a moment she would never forget. She stepped back. The hateful face dropped.

"I-I...."

"It's okay Smoke...."

"No... It iss not...."

Gawd only knew why what happened in that moment, but it did. Linda Jean stepped forward n wrapped her arms around the man she knew would protect her life before his.

"You know I love us Smoke. What we share. I should not have...."

The big man tried easing away. The strong arms not quite reaching around his shoulders held her tight to him. He heard her quick starting tears.

"I never met to hurt you. I never would..."

His large paws slow slipped to her small waist.

"I know Miss Linda."

It felt like minutes but only could have been several seconds. Linda Jean slowly eased away, wiping at her falling tears. Smoke reached out n took her by the arms just below her shoulders to look into her eyes.

"Yoou Miss Linda... Yoou are thee most beauutiful."

She thought she saw Smoke Garcia smile before he turned away.

"Yoou will leeve the horses. I wiil staabel dem."...

*

Debra Ann tried to cover herself, but Smoke Garcia was gone. She wondered how much the big man had actually seen of her pale flesh splayed open for her man. She looked to her husband who was hard pressed not to laugh, his spent pecker twitching again.

"N-no way Luuis."

Her husband chuckled.

"Way."...

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Lucas Blake looked down at Ruth who were cuddled against his chest. Sally Tart was wrapped tight against her back, her arm over Ruth and her hand covering Lucas's worn-out member.

'Ruth'. He'd asked her if he could call her that. It somehow felt good rolling over his tongue. She whimpered her yes as Sally was enjoying his n Ruth's leavin's, gentle lapping between Ruth's raised knees and widespread thighs. Ruth were trying to lay stay still, one arm under Lucas's neck, the other thrown out wide on the fancy sheets of the bed, her pretty hand clutching at the store-bought material.

Lucas was toying with a small, still hard red tipped nipple. They had all made love: the gals for second time after Sally had gotten the new addition to join their play time. Ruth had cum so hard they thought folks at the Diamond or even the street below might have heard.

It wasn't until the second time they rolled around together on the huge bed that Ruth had tasted Lucas Blake's near hard again pecker. She were shy, saying she'd never done that before. Lucas had laid back n let Sally Tart guide the scarlet-faced girl with her teaching's. After ten minutes or so, Sally had slipped down to enjoy Ruth's swollen, wispy haired pussy again. Ruth must've been born to it as she were doing things that made Lucas as hard as he'd been before enjoying her tight, cock grabbing quiff the first time. He loved how she felt when he finally hit near bottom, her hips twisting like a horse tryin' to buck a first-time rider off its back. He wondered then if it was the way they were fucking or Sally Tart rubbing her love button under his slow drivin' hips...

Ruth soft moaned as she rubbed her cheek against Lucas Blake's chest. She eased one eye open to peek up him.

"I'm afraid to move."

"Why's that."

She tried to smile.

"With all the goings on last night I'm wondering if I'll even be able to walk."

Lucas soft smiled down at her.

"I'll bet a hundred dollars to one that I could find half a dozen men that would crawl across broke glass to carry you back to your room."

She lite slapped his chest.

"You'd let a half a dozen men see me naked as the day I was born n my 'sweet little pussy' as you and Sally both called it?"

"He would, but I wouldn't. I'll carry you all by myself."

Sally soft kissed Ruth's shoulder. Lucas was hard thinking about the way Sally said what she did...

*

Blue saw the light of a new day as it slid slowly across the smooth water. He slept well, the happenings of the day before swallowed up by seeing the near beautiful, raven-haired woman slip into the pond until the cold water almost covered her breasts. He watched from not to far away with his lookin' glass as she lingered, her hands between her thighs, the water rippling around her with the quickenin' movement of her shoulders. He saw something in her that he'd not seen before, with her head back n eyes closed tight as her mouth sagged open...

He'd spilled his man cream twice the night before as he turned her this way n that as he fucked her in his mind. She lingered in his mind even more then Sarah did as he washed his self with the lye soap that what's his name had. He liked the big pond n the trees here n there along its sides wondering why no one had settled it. Must belong to someone.

After bathing his own self, he started with most of the clothes he wore or collected since leavin' his long-time mountain home. His buckskins were wiped down, the cold water being the best to soft scrub the well smoked, cured hide. He laid 'em out flat for a bit, not hangin' 'em as he done with the other clothes. When they were near dry but still a little damp, he slipped back into them. The chill was better then havin' them dry stiff n maybe loose some of their shape.

Blue spent the rest of the mornin' tending to the Pinto n Chesnut. Seemed that whoever took better care of his horse then he did of most everything else he owned. He set on the ponds edge figuring on just what he were going to do next. Winding Creek was some where's east he figured, signs of ranching n farming starting to show here n there as he traveled towards it. He'd ride into town late afternoon after most had done their business n were wantin' to enjoy the last of their day. Folks asked less n saw little when their minds were done workin' for the day...

*

Lucas Blake slipped out of bed still keeping an eye of the two women that had started cuddling n such again. It were Ruth that started it with Sally when he'd said he were going to bathe. The young woman had shed her shyness, moving over Sally and becoming the seducer instead of the seduced. Lucas surely liked what he was seeing, but knew he'd be absolutely no help after all the doings the night before.

"I'll have Helga send up some breakfast, say an hour or so."

Sally's limp wristed hand waved Lucas away...

*

Tom Poe wasted little time readying the carriage for the Tee's. Connie had come early to the barn saying Miss Debra expected it ready shortly after breakfast. Tom liked the young Connie. Liked her big brown eyes and long hanging doe colored hair. When she'd been charged with a duty, like she were before she come to the barn, her usual ways of sometimes slouchin' into herself disappeared. Her head rose some with her throwed back shoulders, her pretty face trying to look stern. But the learning to look hard were spoiled by her youth n delicate, breeze smooth skin. He especially liked her quick comin' pretty smile that went all the way up n into her eyes...

*

Luis Tee lingered in their bed, watching Debra Ann slow getting ready for their day. He liked the Blake's guest room, liked how the light slipped through the lace covered windows from the slow rising sun. Debra Ann looked younger in the mornin's here with the air moving light as she took her sponge bath...

Mrs. Tee was thinking hard as she slow cleaned the day n night before from her body. Luis was sit-laying in the to soft feather bed, all their pillows behind him as he kept a tight eye on her doings. She tired making a show of it, hoping he could get his libido up some without her saying n doing the things she had the day before. He been randy last night, but his old worn-out self when she cuddled up against him and stroked the softness between his thighs this morning.

It been years since her first husband and his odd ways were put to rest. She'd learned to love J.D. after he brought her west, to understand and accept his ways. But after the loss of their son and the birth of Tiffany Ann, he changed.

Debra Ann turned and looked into her now husband's eyes; lifted her breast and circled its pink end with the tip of her tongue. Luis smiled, but it were to close to the same as J.D. had all those long years ago...

*

Luna Garcia was wondering why her man had come home last night as wanting as a breeding bull. She shooed his hands away more then once until the older children joined the younger ones in their sleep. He'd taken her quick, pushing hard inside n then slow using her from behind. His hands were busy over her body, his rare needin' sounds low so they wouldn't wake anyone. After he stiffened, he held in her place, staying deep inside until he slow softened and slipped free. She had to get out of bed to clean away his considerable leavings that flowed from inside.

Her thinking was changed by the sound of one of the children going out through the front door to use the privy. It were time to get their breakfast started. Smoke reached for her as she moved to get out of bed...

*

Tiffany Ann was helping Connie this early morning. She'd slept poorly the night before, her mind filled with Lucas n Sally n the things she n her mother had shared. She'd cried when she first told her mother long ago about some of things that happened during her first marriage to Jack Seasons. She'd not told her everything. She was to ashamed. But their quiet sharing the day before brought back other memories that she'd fought hard to keep buried deep and forgotten like Lucas had taught her.

She listened to her mother and her worries about Luis Tee n how he were losing interest. It wasn't long that it came to light that he weren't losing interest so much as he couldn't do what was needed when the time came.

Tiffany Ann knew that problem well, thinking it was natural at first that Jack needed her to do things that weren't in any of the conversations concerning marriage that she'd ever shared with anyone. Their first year together had Tiffany Ann using her mouth more than the way a married man and woman should be. After she finally carried a child inside of her, his requests soon became demands that filled many of her nights and some days doing things she knew were not right. When she shared the edges of those stories with her mother, she'd started listening more then she talked. Tiffany Ann were hurt, and in some way relieved when she learned that her own father, J.D. had some peculiar ideas too.

All that led to her thinking about how she and Lucas and Sally carried on. Linda Jean was thought about for a bit, but quick dismissed from her thoughts. Her sister had only wanted what was best for her in the not to long ago and those decisions were never spoke of again. She weren't so sure anymore that some of the other hanky-panky's laid the same way in her mind.

"Miss Tiffany, the biscuits might be burning."

Connies soft warning brought Tiff back to the here and now.

"Tiffany Ann, are you alright?"

Her mother's words as she lingered in the kitchen unsettled her a bit more.

"I-I think I should leave breakfast to you two."

Tiffany was loosening the apron from around her waist as she headed for the back door...

*

Lucas Blake had done his best thinking the last twelve or so years on Patch. As he headed to the ranch this pretty morning, he started to break things down a bit; make one thing right and then another. He wouldn't have that much time with this one...

He'd spoken to Helga about the ladies' breakfast after he finished his bath. The knowing look he got from his long time cook and friend limited whatever else he needed to say.

He'd spent some time thinking on Sally and Ruth as he looked out past the edge of the heavy, dark blue drapes in his room at his slow coming to life town. Shop keepers opening their business's, children meandering their way to school, folks nodding their hellos. He loved his town... So much had changed.

It was as he finished dressing, he decided that what he needed were Linda Jean.

Less than an hour later, after leaving a short note for Sally Tart, he were headed to do just that.

The warming air around him were saying that spring was half over. The sky overhead was a rare, deep walk into blue. Most the grass had turned from yellow n brown to the many greens the spring were still bringing. An occasional early wildflower added a touch of color here n there. Lucas nudged Patch, letting his eager horse set his own pace to get home.

The letter Lucas read the day before was going to change his life, most everything in Winding Creek and more then likely the entire country. He was being told to come back east by Charles Taylor as soon as possible. While they had not been in the same room for well over eleven years, their relationship had evolved into a very close business one. That relationship had both made Lucas even more powerful and very rich. It brought the railroad, over a hundred jobs and the guarantee of a prosperous life for him and his. Those same ventures only added to Charles Taylor's wealth. How powerful his mentor now was would only be speculation on his part; certainly, enough to know what was coming and telling Lucas to come east.

His leaving and traveling was the immediate problem. Linda Jean would never leave the ranch to go along. Sally coming simply wasn't possible. She took care of far to many of his investments for them both to leave. Plus, she'd be charged on keeping a closer eye on Tiffany Ann's husband, Stephen Bennett and those things he took care of.

Smoke would handle any problem that Sally might have, Linda Jean the same for that matter. Both women could temper his response.

Luis Tee and his mother-in-law would be another matter, but that could wait until the more important things were set. He'd telegraphed Oscar ( though he didn't trust it ) about the riverboat in a way that wouldn't cause wondering or gossip. He were hoping no one would know he was gone until he was there and maybe on his way back.

The few things that were certain and for sure was that he'd need more of everything: horses, mules, cattle, hogs and the whatever's to maintain them. Product would come first, the more time he had to prepare the better. He thought hard about Stillwater but let that pass until he knew more facts.

Tiffany Ann seemed like the best answer for him to maintain the look of a successful, married man taking the time with his wife to enjoy some of the spoils he earned. Of course, they would not share that image until boarding the steamboat. He'd like to take a day or so in Independence letting her pick out the things that might not be available in Winding Creek.

He chuckled a bit into the quick moving air around him. He felt sorry for the girls in the dress shop. It would be long days n nights until they boarded the train to Independence...