*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft spell check. You've been forewarned.
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Upon hearing of the demise of her husband Emily Burgess stoically invited Annie Burgess, Anatole Burgess's spinster sister to come and reside in the small home on Annunciation Street in New Orleans, Louisiana. Together, they set about raising Anatole's daughter Merilee.
By the time Merilee reached the age of eighteen, she knew that Mother and Aunt Annie were not just sisters in law. She had happened upon them one too many times as the two full-bodied women lay entwined in one another's arms, kissing passionately. She had espied them one too many times in their all together, touching one another's hairy clefts.
At times, she even wondered, but never aloud, if Mother even missed her father.
The one indulgence Emily afforded Annie was a subscription to the local newspaper, the 'rag' as her mother termed it. Merilee enjoyed reading the newspaper as well, even though Mother always complained of the black ink stains the newsprint left on Annie's and Merilee's hands.
In the newspapers, Merilee read the fascinating accounts of the wild frontiers. How truly wonderful it must be, to be able to smell the fresh pine scent, to feel the dusting of snow flurries, to hear the sounds of wildlife. Here in the Crescent City, New Orleans, Louisiana, Merilee only smelled the fetid bayou to their south. She had never experienced a snow flurry, although the winters did become quite cold. It would be hard to hear wildlife over the din and noise of the city.
Then, quite by chance, Merilee happened upon the personals. Her eyes opened wide with wonder as man after man vied for her attention, man after man tried desperately to woo her through the printed page.
The newspapers had written an account of a recent find of gold and silver in Colorado. Merilee read and reread William J. Benhurst III's advertisement. He was writing, it would seem, just for her eyes, from the Colorado Territory.
"Mother! Aunt Annie!" she called out.
"Hmm? Oh, o, we uh, we're napping, child, but we'll be right there," Aunt Annie called out from the bedchamber the two women shared.
"No, no, I'll come to you," Merilee said cheekily.
"No, Merilee, you will wait," Mother insisted.
Neither woman seemed particularly impressed or excited by the notice. But Emily did nod assent when Merilee stated she would correspond with the young man.
And now, she stood on the train platform, waiting for the train that would take her to Benhurst, to meet and wed her betrothed. She and Mother and Aunt Annie chattered in French, their native tongue.
Then the conductor called out that they could board. A helpful young man did offer to carry her bag for her. And before Merilee could gratefully accept, an odious man thrust himself into their midst and ordered the young man to assist her. He even presumed to give the youth a nickel for his trouble.
Merilee was quite annoyed; true, she had but a few coins, but she certainly could have taken care of the situation. She even said as much to the overbearing man.
She sat next to the window, wishing to see the scenery, the landscape of their glorious nation as the train rushed them westward. Then a young man so very rudely sat next to her, speaking flattering words.
"No thank you," Merilee said, in as cold a tone as she could.
That young man did slink away, but he was replaced by a second. She rebuffed him as well. A third young man even had the gall to place his arm about her shoulders. Really quite forward of him.
Then the older gentleman asked her, in French, if she wished to be rid of the buffoon.
She smiled gratefully when the man called himself her father and drove the young man away. She looked at the man a little more closely now.
He was a handsome man, with the beginnings of whiskers upon his square face. His eyes were a light brown, almost golden in color. He was broad shouldered and his clothing was of exceptional quality. Even his boots were polished to a lustrous shine.
He did not presume to sit next to her. Instead, he sat across the narrow aisle from her. They chatted and she found that he too was going to Colorado, to the Denver area. He was an educated man, an accomplished man, a dentist by trade.
His handsome face did bear a scar, just underneath an eye and she inquired about it. She even traced the faint line with a gloved finger.
With delight, she discovered that her guardian had been in the military, had even served under the heroic General Daigrepont, the Blind General. Her beloved father, Corporal Anatole Burgess had likewise served, and died under the command of the brave Confederate General.
Alas, Dr. Jordinaire had not known her father.
In Lafayette, Louisiana, another young man fancied her. He even had the temerity to place his hand, directly on her thigh. Merilee discovered that her guardian was not adverse to threats of physical retribution and he had the dandy escorted away by the conductor.
Daniel, Dr. Daniel Jordinaire offered to sit next to her, to keep any further foolhardy young men away from her.
His smell was a manly smell. It was a clean, warm aroma that wafted from him and she felt drawn to his scent.
Then, as the hours wore on, as the train lurched and swayed, as the metallic clicking and clacking of the iron wheels droned on and on, Merilee was lulled into slumber.
She woke, face pressed against the side of her protector. She sat back and smiled at him. His eyes glowed warmly at her and she felt a rush to her private regions, staring into his handsome face.
"Ah Pere," she called him. "I must use the wash closet."
"Very well, dear daughter," he said, his warm, sonorous voice fluttering in her ears.
She did use the wash closet, then tidied herself as best as possible. She blushed prettily; he had waited for her and escorted her to their seat again. His arm was a strong one, a muscular one.
In Dallas, Texas, Merilee discovered that her guardian was also her benefactor. She was quite famished, almost to the point of weakness, and he purchased a meat pie for her to eat.
He also arranged for their luggage to be cared for. Merilee realized, she would have been quite lost without her dear Pere here to help, to guide her.
"Do not stay in Denver, dear Pere," she pleaded as they boarded the train that would ferry them to the bustling town. "Please accompany me to Benhurst"
"As if I could say 'no' to you?" he smiled and again, she felt that rush to her private region.
Even unwashed, he still possessed that strong, manly aroma. She leaned against him, feeling her breast press into his strong, manly side. The material of her bodice rubbed sensuously against her flesh and she inhaled deeply of him.
Again, in Denver, her Pere took charge, arranged for them to be aboard the stagecoach that would carry them the last leg of the journey to Benhurst. Her heart leapt when he had said to the stationmaster that he too would be on that stagecoach.
Daniel even had the foresight to have her telegraph her arrival time to William Jacob Benhurst III. Then he stopped in front of a barber shop.
Anatole, her father, had possessed a bushy mustache. Looking at the few days' growth of whiskers on Daniel's handsome face, Merilee begged of him to keep the mustache. And he did so, for her.
In her hotel chambers, which Daniel had paid for, Merilee prepared to bathe. She securely fastened, locked the door. She then draped a cloth over the door handle, blocking the keyhole.
In the center of the room was the wash bin Daniel had ordered for her. On a small table was a cake of lye soap, a scrap of linen, and a large flannel sheet. Merilee gratefully divested herself of her dress, which she had been wearing for quite a few days now, her shift, and her petticoats.
Then, nude, she stepped into the scalding water. Gingerly, she sat and let out a sigh of contentment as the heated water enveloped her body.
She did linger in the quite hot water for a few moments, feeling the heat against her delicate skin. Then, she reached one hand to her furry cleft. The other hand gripped her large bosom. She pinched one, then the other nipple as her other hand rubbed along the inner folds of her cleft.
"Ah!" Merilee sighed out loud as her crisis was soon upon her.
She was not yet satiated and continued to pinch and even twist her tightly crinkled nipples. Then she once again trailed her fingers over her cleft.
"Ah, dear..." she gasped out.
She paused for a moment. Had she been about to call out the name of her betrothed? Or her dear, sweet Pere, Dr. Daniel Jordinaire?
She then availed herself of the harsh lye soap, scrubbing away several days' journey from her skin. Soon, her skin was reddened from the harsh soap and the heated water.
Finally, Merilee stood and dried herself with the flannel sheet. A long mirror stood in one corner, and Merilee did glance upon her nude form before pulling on a clean shift. Her breasts were large, quite large on her five foot three inch frame. Each was capped with large light brown areolae and fat nipple. Aunt Annie had joked that Merilee's nipples would make both her husband and her child quite happy.
Her belly was slightly pudgy, the belly of a well-bred woman. Her hips were the hips of a young woman, one that would be well suited for motherhood. Her legs were full, well-shaped. And her feet and ankles were also well formed.
Her face was pleasing. Her rich brunette hair was full, lustrous, and her nose and cheeks were regal in appearance. Her eyes were a pale blue, the blue of a clear sky. Her lips were full, pouting, as if prepared to share a loving kiss.
No, William Jacob Benhurst the Third should have no complaints upon meeting his bride to be.
