Authors: Michelle Woodward
“Diana, alright, I'm gonna marry you, you crazy woman, but I know that tomorrow you are going to regret everything that happened,” he said softly into her ear.
“Yippee! I'm getting married! I'm getting married!” she screamed with joy.
Ted led her out of the building to his truck and helped her in. He fished out his cell phone and called his manager. “Sean, I'm flying down to Austin, prepare the jet for me, I'm flying to Las Vegas ,” he said, glad for the luxuries of being able to have a jet at his disposal whenever he needed it.
He looked over at Diana, and she had drifted off into sleep. Maybe he should just take her back to the ranch house and let her sleep off her booze. No, she had challenged him right there in front of the whole bar, and he was going to take it by the horns. He made a number of other calls to make the preparations for his wedding at the 24hour Elvis Presley Chapel. Minutes later they were at the local airstrip where his plane was parked. He carried her into the plane, and soon they were on their way to Vegas.
“Are we in Vegas yet?” she mumbled drunkenly in her sleep as he looked at her milky cleavage, his cock growing hard in his pants.
“Not yet, honey. Not for another couple of hours.”
The pilot of his jet looked at him as if he had gone crazy as he carried the drunken woman onto the plane. She split her legs wide as he placed her onto one of the seats, and to his surprise he noticed that she was not wearing any panties, her clean shaved pussy barely visible through her fleshy thighs, and that was the most arousing thing that he had ever seen. His dick hardened instantly as he buckled her into her seat, and throughout the flight he could not stop thinking about how hot her pussy looked. He had to restrain himself from touching her even though she was dead asleep. At some point during the flight, she woke up and demanded that he take her to the bathroom, which he did. Without thinking twice, she pulled her dress up over her waist and relieved herself in front of him as if it was the most natural thing, and Ted felt as if his dick was going to explode with desire. She had the tattoo of a butterfly just above her pussy lips, and Ted found himself imagining what it would be like to sink his cock into her and make love to her right there and then.
“Ted, you have a hard on. What is the matter? Haven't you ever seen a woman taking a piss before?” she said, standing up and walking towards him without bothering to pull down her skirt.
*****
Diana could not believe what she was doing. She could not believe that she was taking off and going to marry a total stranger. Maybe it was because of all the bitterness she felt after what her fiancée had done to her, but there was also the fact that she had this really strong attraction to Ted. She felt that she really was in love with him. She had purposely let him watch her do her thing in the small toilet and now she felt a sudden surge of desire looking at his long thick erection tenting his pants. Diana did not wear panties when she was in warm climates, and she had noted the way that Ted's eyes had widened as she pulled up her dress. He seemed pleased with what he saw. She reached for his crotch and squeezed his erection with her hand as she pressed her body against his. She wanted him right then and there, and the heat within her folds was driving her crazy. Her vagina had moistened up deliciously and her clit began throbbing hard with arousal. As she began massaging his cock over his pants, she fused her lips onto his, kissing him hungrily as he returned the kiss. Her lips parted easily, allowing him entry into her mouth as his tongue began dancing passionately with his.
She pushed her hand into the waist of his pants and into his boxers to take a hold of his hardness. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, trembling when she realized that they could barely go around the whole width of the thickness. She wondered how it would feel penetrating into her vagina, parting her folds deliciously as he fucked her. She was trembling by the time that she started jerking the cock up and down, and from the way that Ted was breathing heavily, Diana knew that he wanted her more than she wanted him.
“I wanna taste your cock,” Diana said, pulling away and crouching down in front of him.
“Come on. There is a bed in the back cabin. Let's go there,” Ted said, pulling her to her feet and leading her to the back.
The tequila was still doing wild things to her head as she staggered behind him, not sure if she was drunk from the drink or from the intense desire she felt. As soon as Ted kicked the door shut, Diana pushed him onto the bed and went after him, immediately unbuckling his belt and then pulling his pants open. She reached for his boxers and pulled them down over his erection, her breath catching in her throat when she saw just how huge his cock was. It was so huge, it made Mark's look like a miniature, and Diana swallowed hard, because she could already imagine how it would feel like deep inside her. She lowered her face to his crotch and sniffed it in, the male scents going straight to her head and making her dizzy with arousal.
She wrapped her fingers around it and began moving them up and down on his dick as she lowered her head towards the huge dark head. Slipping out her tongue, she let it run over the precum that had pooled on the pink slit at the tip. She fell in love with the salty male taste immediately as she played her tongue over the head, licking it, tasting it and savoring it. She then began taking more and more of the head into her mouth, doing all the dirty little things she had always wanted to do with her mouth as she jerked the base of the cock. As a reward, Ted groaned his appreciation as he took his hands down to her head, pressing it onto his dick as she worked her magic.
*****
Ted sat up on his elbows and checked out the way that this voluptuous, beautiful woman was sucking on his dick. Ted felt as if she was going to drive him nuts, he was so turned on. Here he was, thirty thousand feet above sea level, getting the best blowjob of his life from the most attractive woman that he had ever met, on their way to their wedding. She sucked on his cock almost as if it was meant only for her, twisting her mouth over it as she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth. He felt the head of his dick slipping into her throat, and Ted knew that he was going to come in her mouth if he let her continue sucking on his dick.
“Enough, Diana, at this rate you are going to make me come in your mouth, and that would not be such a good idea because I would like to come somewhere else, somewhere deep within you,” he said, pulling her head away from his dick and then getting up quickly.
Within no time, he had peeled off all of his clothes, and then went ahead to help Diana remove hers. Without her clothes on, she was the most alluring woman that he had ever set his eyes on; the big bodied princess that he had been waiting for all his life. Pulling her into his arms, he locked his lips onto hers, kissing her deeply as his hands went to her huge breasts and began massaging them. Diana moaned into his mouth when he took her nipples into his hands and began pinching them and turning them around in semi circles, the peaks becoming hard with arousal. Diana was so horny, Ted could actually smell her arousal, and when he pressed his knee in between her thighs, he felt her wetness on his skin. It sent a thrilling message all the way to his dick and Ted discovered that he was actually shaking with all the desire that he had. Never in his life had he ever wanted something as badly as he wanted Diana right now, but he wanted to take his time with her, after all, she was going to be his wife even though she might change her mind when the booze finally faded from her head.
“Oh yesss!” Diana moaned as he moved his lips away from hers and lowered them to one of her breasts, taking her nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck on it.
It felt thick and firm in his lips, and as he sucked and nibbled on it, Ted massaged her other breast, while his free hand moved down over her belly, slipping in between her thighs. Diana parted her thighs a little wider, giving Ted better access to her vagina as he slipped his finger between her slick pussy lips. She was overflowing with love juices as his finger pushed in and began playing over Diana's clit. Diana thrusted her hips under his touch, rubbing her pussy over his finger hard and smearing his hand with her nectar. She was hot and liquid, and Ted could only imagine how his cock would feel inside her, the wetness of the love juices rubbing against his shaft as he drilled her all the way to heaven. He needed to taste her, to taste her sweet wetness and get to know just how delicious she was before he fucked her. Pulling his lips away from her, Ted began kissing her down her belly, sticking his tongue into her belly button. He then moved to the end of the bed and parted her thighs as wide as they could go. She smelled delicious, and the scent of her love juices went straight to his head like some fine wine. Ted lowered his head in between her thighs, running his tongue through her pussy crease, up and down the inner lips.
“I need you, Ted, I need more. Please make love to me, you are killing me,” Diana moaned, her words making Ted's cock ache with need as he lapped at her vagina.
“Not so quickly, Diana. We will get there. I first wanna make you completely ready for my cock,” he said, burying his face back into sex.
He then sucked her clit into his mouth and began working his lips and tongue on it, flicking his tongue around the sides, as Diana rhythmically moved her body. She was hot for him and it only seemed to get him even more turned on. He pushed a finger into her vagina, driving it deep into her wet folds and hooking at as he pulled it out, letting it brush deliciously over her G spot. Diana let out a squeal, and Ted could imagine just how good she was feeling, and yet she hadn’t even fully experienced his dick yet. She took her hands down to his head, pressing it into her vagina even harder and smearing his face with her love juices.
“I want you to come for me, Diana, come for me before I drive my cock deep into your folds and take you to heaven with me,” he said into her pussy.
*****
Diana felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. She could not hold back the pleasure that Ted was giving her orally, and his finger had touched a spot within her vagina that she didn’t even know existed. He was practically making love to her in the most mind blowing way, and he had not even fucked her yet. His breath was hot in her folds as he encouraged her to come, and Diana was sure that she was just about to have the biggest climax of her life. She raised her head and looked at the way that he was sucking, licking and fingering her, the room filled with the scent of her arousal, and that was enough to send her over the edge. Her pussy muscles clutched the finger as she shuddered hard, climaxing like she had never done before. Before Diana knew what was happening, Ted got on top of her, in between her thighs. He then reached for her feet and pulled them up over her shoulders, pinning them at the sides of her head. She had never known that her body could become so flexible as he put her into a position that she had never been in before. Deeply in need to feel his cock inside her, she reached her hand down to his crotch and took a hold of his dick. Ted locked his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately as she guided his dick into her pussy.
The monster cock ground into her sensitive folds, filling her up in ways that she had never been filled before. She felt the thickness of the shaft pulling her sensitive clit into her pussy with it, and Diana almost felt as if she had just gone to heaven and she was being rewarded for being a good girl. Kissing her and groping her breasts, Ted began to pound his manhood in and out of her vagina, the friction of his cock against her pussy walls driving her crazy with desire. Each thrust was harder and faster, and the heat within her folds intensified. Just when she thought she had just experienced the most pleasurable climax of her life, it looked like there was an even more enormous one coming. Their bodies pressed tightly together as the heat within them increased, bringing them closer to heaven. Diana had never felt so deeply penetrated, and she knew that she had just found something that she was addicted to. She felt his dick stiffening within her, just as she burst out into the biggest climax of her life. Ted grunted, driving his dick as deep as it could go into her vagina as his huge hot load shot deep within her, filling her up as his juices blended with hers. She gripped his dick hard, milking it of all its contents.
They immediately collapsed onto the bed, as the plane started to go through some mild turbulence. Ted looked over to Diana and their eyes met in a loving gaze.
“Well, are you ready to do this Mrs. Diana Wilkins?” Diana squeezed his hand and nodded. Tears welled up in both of their eyes as their lips locked and their hearts became one.
THE END
As soon as Janice stepped out from the train carriage she went about searching the bustling platform. In the unrelenting heat she scanned the sun ravaged faces, seeking the man she only knew from handwritten letters and black and white photographs.
With the crowd long gone and the steam locomotive departed, Janice sat alone watching every tick of the platform clock.
The ticks became deafening. Janice felt her dreams being eroded by the warm desert breeze. Standing from the bench she walked to the station manager’s office and knocked on the door.
The portly station manager answered the door. “Yes Ma’am?”
“This station is Springtown... California?”
“It better be, because we would need new signs if it wasn’t.”
“It is Fourth August, 1899, is it not?” Janice watched the Station manager glance over his shoulder towards the calendar. “Just, I’m expecting to meet a man here today.” She let out sigh of frustration. “As he hasn’t arrived.”
“What’s his name?”
“Jed Oxly.”
“Well it’s pure good fortune that I know a man by such a name.”
Janice voice screeched. “Great.” She felt like hugging the stranger, but just about kept her arms by her side. “You don’t know how worried I have been.”
“Jed is a damn fine card player... a bit of hustler, if I do say so myself.”
“Hustler?”
“He finds a way to win games, by hook or by crook. That’s all I’m saying.”
Janice glanced down the platform. “Does he live far?”
“No. Almost spitting distance.” The station master stepped out of the office. “Come with me. I’ll point you in the right direction.”
The Californian sun baked the red earth of the dirt street. With her parasol held above her head, Janice crossed the street towards a neat wooden house that sat between two partially constructed buildings. Her heels clipped along the wooden veranda before she stopped in front of the door. Her gloved hand rattled the door before she settled her nerves while waiting for a reply.
Janice couldn’t hide her shock when a petite brunette answered the door. “Good... Good afternoon.”
“How can I help you?”
“I want to speak to Jed.”
The brunette stared at Janice with suspicion, her eyes scanning up and down. “Who are you?”
“Janice Cooper.”
“That’s your name... but how do you know my Jed?
The breeze blew Janice’s fringe across her face as she smiled. “An old friend.” She then tucked her hair behind her ear. “I heard he was living here... and I wanted to say hi. I’m only passing by.”
“He’s here... I’ll go and get him.”
“Thank you.”
Whispers emitted from the front room before Jed poked his head around the door. He then stepped over the threshold and slowly closed the door over behind him. “Janice... what are you doing here?”
“I was counting on you meeting me at the station... not very gentlemanly of you, letting a woman walk here unescorted.”
“I am engaged to be married.”
“What?”
“I said I’m engaged. I wrote you a letter weeks ago, explaining that I had found someone.”
“Well. I never got it.”
Jed folded his arms across his broad chest. “I wrote the address on the envelope perfect.” He wryly smiled as he felt the back of his head. “Well, it’s quite a situation you find yourself in.”
“You’re lying.”
“Cross my heart... I’m not.”
“I have spent my life savings on coming out here.” As her anger gave way to sadness, Janice felt her heart begin to weep. “How could you? After everything you wrote in your letters.”
“Janice.” Jed glanced over his shoulder to make sure the door was closed, before turning back to face Janice. “What do you expect me to do? You seem to forget that you told me that you couldn’t make it.” His face appeared strained. “You know how that made me feel..?” He then leaned forcing Janice to take a step back. “I felt rejected.”
“I told you that when mamma is better, that I’d come.”
“The longer I waited the more I thought it was a God damn ruse.”
Janice stamped her boot into the ground. “You’re making a fool out of me, Jed.”
“You’re making a fool out of yourself.”
“Jed.”
Jed shook his head. “I’m sorry Janice. But Christy and I have started a life together. I’m sorry.” He then turned the door knob. “It’s time for you to go.”
“Jed.”
“Good day to you, Ma’am.”
“You can’t leave me out on the street.”
Jed pointed up the street. “There’s a hotel in front of the station. They’ll put you up for the night.”
“I haven’t got a penny to my name.”
“The mission. I’m sure they’ll give you a free bed.”
“I’m not a vagrant.”
Jed sighed while he slid his hand into his pocket. “Here...” He pulled out a dollar bill. “I hope that goes someway to saying sorry.”
“You can’t pay me off.”
“Take it and leave”
Janice took the money from Jed’s hand. “I don’t want your money... I just want you.”
“No, go... Go and start a new life... but it will have to be one without me.”
Janice turned to face away from the house. She took one step towards the gate before she erupted into tears. Holding her hand in front of her face, she scurried back to the street. Glancing in both directions, she searched for her luggage. “Where’s it gone?” The reality then dawned on her. “No. It’s been stolen.”
~
With only shattered dreams for company, Janice wandered the streets of the mining town. Finding the sheriff office, she climbed the steps towards the door. But before she could reach the door, she had to throw herself to one side as two brawling men fell into the street.
Janice decided her luggage could wait.
Knowing that what little money she had left would be better spent on food and drink, she decided to spend the night at the Woman’s Mission rather than the hotel. But before she walked to the mission she stepped into the post office to send a telegram home, requesting the funds to return home. However, she knew full well her parents did not have such money.
~
A small painted sign directed Janice down the narrow alleyway between the church and market. Street dogs rummaged in the upturned bins while others rested in the shade. Scared of dogs, their presence caused Janice to hurry towards the dilapidated mission house.
A smell of sweat and urine hung in the humid air as Janice nervously stepped inside to the cramp and dark dormitory of the women mission. Signing her name into a large leather bound book, she could only see its pages by candlelight.
Propped up on a bunk, a tired woman with sunken eyes breastfed a child while at the foot of her bed a second child crawled along the filth covered floor.
Janice searched among the beds for unoccupied space. She heard a crunch beneath her boot. She felt her skin crawl and feared to look down as she knew full well it was roach.
Each flea ridden mattress was home to a woman who appeared to be waiting for nothing but death.
Standing beside an empty bed, Janice was unsure what to do next as the mattress was stained with sweat and damp. For a moment Janice’s resolution wavered and she turned towards the door. But her tired limbs could not muster the strength to move.
Left with no choice, Janice curled up on the bed where she drowned in her sadness.
~
Janice woke in the darkness to a woman’s screams. Moonlight from the open door offered enough light for Janice to see the outline of a man dragging a woman from her bed. The cries of the children made Janice remember the breastfeeding woman and her babies. Fearing for the woman’s safety, Janice shouted, “Let that woman go.”
Climbing from her bed, Janice felt a hand grab her wrist. Caught by the hand, she could not see the face that spoke with a voice whispery but wise.
“Let them be, my child.”
“Why? He is hurting her?”
“It’s the same thing, time and again.”
Janice tried to pull away, but the skeletal hand would not release her. “Then why does no one stop him?”
“He is her husband. It’s her role as a wife to be at his side.”
“But this man is an abuser. Clearly.”
“Believe me.” The voice rasped, “They’re as bad as each other.”
“Someone should still do something.”
“Father Joseph always intervenes. Afterwards the pair goes home full of promises” As the voice spoke, Janice felt the bony fingers tighten their grip. “Only for her to end up back here the week after... for the cycle to begin once again.”
“It’s the children I’m worried about.”
“What’s the alternative? They live on the streets..? Or in here? It’s wrong yes, but they’re better with the father. A broken home is better than not having a home at all.”
“I still have to try.”
“Your meddling will only make a bad situation worse.”
“Let go of me.” Janice broke from the woman’s grip. Through the darkness she ran across the room towards the warring pair. “Take your hands off that woman.”
The large man ignored Janice as he slung his wife over his shoulder. In his free hand he carried his two children in a sack. Janice stood in front to block his path. “Put her down.”
“Get out of my way, woman.”
“Not until you let her go.”
The man’s breath was laced with scotch while the whimpers of his wife and children continued in darkness. “And what are you going to do?”
“Why does she deserve to be treated this way? In front of your children as well.”
“This is none of your business. Now move.”
“No.”
“I’m losing patience... you don’t want to see me angry.”
“Put them down.”
“Or... else?”
The room was filled with light as the priest stood beside the door holding a gas lamp. “What is going on here?”
Janice pointed to the brute. “This man... he’s an abuser. Deal with him, Father”
“He is not an abuser... just a husband missing him wife and children.” The priest stared at the man. “Aren’t you Eric?”
“I am, Father. Just came to collect her after she went missing. That’s all.”
“Now you, young woman,” The priest shone the light on Janice, “are a trouble causer. If you want to use this mission to rest your weary soul. Then you have to follow the house rules.”
“I am not a trouble causer.”
“My ears do not lie. I heard your threats.”
“But...”
“You don’t interfere with other people’s business. Just concentrate on resolving your own problems, and make sure you don’t stray too far from the righteous path.”
Janice felt the injustice burn inside her stomach as Eric left with his wife and children. “But father...”
“You’re clearly a stubborn woman, who needs educating in the ways of the world. I never wish to turn my back on a person... but we’re all friends here, and don’t welcome the likes of you. I suggest you learn quickly... or you’ll have to find somewhere else.”
Janice nodded. “Yes, Father.” She dragged her feet back to bed where she lay in silence... wondering where her life was heading.
~
Maggie sat on her rocking chair while the evening breeze brought a welcome crispness to the dusk. A pleased smile etched her face as she watched the familiar woman walking past for third time that day. The woman’s face seemed drawn with worry, her appearance increasingly disheveled with every time she passed.
As the slid silently to the horizon, Maggie decided it was time.
Climbing from her rocker, Maggie walked along the veranda of the saloon and hitched her dress as she climbed down the steps. “Excuse me young lady.” She waved at the woman before stopping in her path. “I have seen you wandering this street... up and down up and down like a hungry mutt. Not even the midday day heat stopped you... I fear the night wouldn’t either. Whatever is your problem?” Maggie waited for the woman to speak; she watched as the woman opened her mouth but struggled to voice her feelings. “Do you want to sit down?”
“I don’t know where to begin. My problems are many.”
“Tell me child. You look sad and lonesome. Some might say desperate.”
“I am.” The woman choked, as if she was about to rain tears. “I need the money to get back home. But there is no work in this town for a woman like me.”
“Home... home is where for you?”
“The East coast. The city of Philadelphia... but I’m penniless and without work.” The young woman tilted her head toward her black heeled ankle boots. “I don’t know how I’m going to get back. No time soon I suspect.”
“What skills you do you have?”
“I’m a trained typist.” The young woman smiled. “But I can clean and cook. Damn it, I would do anything just to get me off these streets. One more night in the mission and, I swear, I would go crazy.”
“No woman should stay in the mission... it’s a flea bit.”