Lucas Blake might have had three, maybe four hours of sleep. Linda Jean was hard sleeping, her breathing coming deep from inside. She laid curled up tight, her smooth bottom pressed up against him. Deep asleep. Peaceful. Content: it were something that happened rare as a southern breeze on a cold day in January.
He eased out of their bed being as quiet as could be, collected his britches n boots n tip toed out of their room. After slipping on his pants, he gathered his pipe n tobacco from under the hanging Colt in it's soft shining holster. It'd been a long three weeks since him n Smoke rode a short distance from the house n practiced their shooting together. Smoke was faster then he was now, though the big man sometimes let him win. Lucas was still more accurate.
Neither man spoke of which was more important, knowing just what it took when it come time to test their mettle.
The night air was cool around him as he settled on the porch. He glanced at the near empty bottle of Lernid's and chuckled just a bit. Luis had done the most damage to that bottle. He was a little unsure of something, but not willing to say much. Lucas figured he'd say what he had to when he were sure of the whatever's and not before.
Lucas had avoided the conversations that weren't going to be easy until he had the chance to tell Linda Jean he would be gone a good two weeks, maybe more. They hadn't been apart more then a few days since they'd been married over eleven years ago.
Linda Jean... She'd only gotten prettier over time. Her bottom filled out nicely, her breasts heavier. What he liked best were how her eyes had softened as she matured.
She stayed busy around the Ranch, seeing to everything from the gardens to the barn to her fancy horse raising: Most important to Lucas was their children. She was a better than good mother to his, Tiffany Ann's and even Luna's when needed.
She'd settled some too, though the last few days had been hard on her. He was not pleased with those older and should know better that come to the ranch stirring up her loving way...
As he pulled on his boots, he started thinking about the night before. She'd changed even more in their bedroom then the rest of their shared lives: Her wanting and needing far more then she used to. He weren't the young buck he'd been twelve years ago; though what he used to do all night now took him all night to do. Last night was proof of that.
She been clingy after he got back. It were a bit tedious, but she needed the extra attentions. After they'd slipped into their bed the clingy turned to downright need. She quick started with her kisses and trying to get as close to him as she could before she just rolled him onto his back and did what she wanted. Her mouth were everywhere. His neck, shoulders, chest, the wet tip of her tongue moving slow along his scar; lingering on first one and then attacking his other nipple. When her hand found his slow growing cock, she gentle stroked it a few times until her fingers trailed lower to cradle his balls. She easy rolled them in her fingers, as her mouth moved up to cover his again.
As they shared their breath, she made low wanting sounds into his mouth. He'd enjoyed the warmth of her silken skin, the fullness of her breasts, the tightening of their dark tips. It weren't long before she straddled his hips and lifted her near prefect bottom. Filling her hand, she guided the now hard swollen end of his cock between the slick folds of her pussy above the wet opening to her body. Moving it slow up and down, she tilted her hips before she rubbed the leaking tip against her hard, near white clitoris. She stared down at him, her eyes afire and slow biting on her lower lip as she centered him and slow, so very slow... Eased him deep inside. That woman rode him like a wanting she devil til she grabbed tight to him and mumbled her pleasures. It weren't more then a minute and her hips started moving again...
He were thoughtful filling his pipe when Linda Jean stepped through the screened door. When he turned to look at her, he was more then pleased. She was wearing her special times robe, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Why you up so early Husband."
She settled herself onto his lap and into his arms.
"N not wearing a shirt."
She nipped at his bare shoulder. He settled his chin over the top of her head as he cuddled her close.
"After all that loving we shared tonight I thought for sure we'd not be up til the rooster crowed its second time."
Lucas soft rocked her in his arms. Her words softened some.
"Is it that bad Husband?"
Her warm breath soft washed over his scarred chest.
"Not really Wife. Just something I know you aren't gonna like."
She tried crawling deeper into her man.
"How long you going to be gone Lucas."...
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Connie moved quiet through the house to the kitchen. Some three minutes later she had the wood burning hard so it would quick settle down some and she'd be able to set the heat of the black cast iron stove proper for cooking. As she hand-pumped the water in the sink into one pitcher n then the other, she thought back to living at home: having to fetch their water outside from the hand dug well. 'Modern times n having the money to enjoy them.'
After setting the first large pot of coffee, she saw the back of the ranch slow getting light. Hearing no one stirring about yet, she headed out to the front porch to watch the rising sun. She loved seeing the sun rising n setting at the L & L ranch. This were the best time of her life: never missing a meal, her room warm n bed soft.
She eased the screened door open n quick saw Miss Linda curled up and sleeping in her husband's lap. Mr. Blake soft smiled n winked. Connie was slow getting red faced seeing the most powerful man she'd ever knowed sitting bare chested with his wife near the same. The thin material she wore was little more than a heavy blue mist covering her legs, bottom and what she could see of her chest and back.
Mr. Blake mouthed the word 'blanket' n Connie hurried to fetch the quilt folded neat at the foot of their bed. Mr. Blake watched her close as she gentle draped the sky-blue n yellow colored material over Mrs. Blake n covered his arms. Still a little stunned, she hurried back to the kitchen...
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It weren't to awful long before Lucas heard the house slow coming to life. The opening n slamming of the back door said the children were waking up. Stiff as he were, he slow stood and carried Linda Jean back to their bed. He was gentle laying her down when she hung onto him pulling him close, whispering for him to come back to bed...
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Sally Tart was having a hard time focusing on the latest novel that Lucas had suggested she read. Anna Ruth was asleep in her bed, the store-bought sheets n thin blanket tangled up around her hip. Sally liked the way Ruth was sleeping, cuddled up to her pillow, her light-colored hair still mussed from their very late night of making love. Her smooth, fresh cream tinted leg lay over the light green blanket. The blanket hid her other leg being tucked between her thighs and snug around her breasts. Sally could only imagine her small taut nipples hidden underneath.
Sally had learned Ruth were more n likely a submissive, even more so than Tiffany Ann. She enjoyed when Sally started hard telling her what to do for her and to her body. After all the intimate time they'd spent together, Ruth readily told Sally what it was she liked and needed.
Anna Ruth Taylor was no whore, but could be if need called for it. Sally was going to see that need never happened. She knew Lucas more then enjoyed the very pretty young woman. Sally's hope was that Lucas would be the last man to ever touch and enjoy Anna Ruth.
All this was only thought for now. Sally would have to discuss it with Lucas, get his blessing and then she'd learn if Ruth might be a masochist as well. She wanted to read Juliette by Marqis De Sade again, preferring it over his Justine. Lucas treasured both those novels as much as she did her rare copy of Fanny Hill that Lucas had gifted her. She saw it as an outline for her life.
Sally trembled at the thought.
Anna Ruth was educated, but not the reader she n Lucas were. She could be straight forward or coy, which ever when it suited her wants and desires. Well mannered, she was more knowing with the well to do than Sally was: far more than most anyone in Winding Creek and maybe in Independence as well.
Sally only had a few problems with their possible future together. Would Ruth be content with life in Winding Creek? Could she ( through Lucas of course ) find a way to make a living if she wanted to? Or would she be content with Sally and her life as it were?
Ruth turned some, changing her sleeping way. Sally could almost see clear between her now parted thighs. The crease that started high between the wispy, darker colored hair was still puffy n just slightly open, the slow drying wet catching the lamp light from next to her.
Sally shifted in her chair a bit, sliding her eyes over the front view of her Lover. Her light brown hair feathered out over the pillow; her closed eyes bring attention to her long lashes. She had a small, sloped nose over not to thin lips. A bit of the sun shaded her face. Her sensitive neck had some of that same shading that disappeared just below it. Her skin turned soft cream color then, swallowing up most of her lean body. Nice round, firm breasts with small light pink aureola's that you'd be hard pressed to see where their edge first turned pink and then near red at their high, now resting tips. Sally loved the way they'd lengthened and got so hard the young woman would sigh near every time you touched them.
She admired the tight skin of her tummy, and the tiny, slight raised knot just above center where her hips started gentle widening. She was past beautiful there, the long wispy curls darkening a bit as she looked lower...
"Hmmmmm, what are you looking at now Sally."
"You princess."
