Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2008 15:41:53 -0400
From: Magnolia Blossom <DuluthSpecial@webtv.net>
Subject: It Was The Year 1847  Ch 1

(This is mostly fiction, but has some historicl background.   It
differs somewhat to my 3 previous stories, but, read on, my loyal
readers, the 'juicy' part is cumming.)

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    Each year, in the early spring, Oregon-bound travelers from the
eastern U.S. converged on St. Louis. It was the last big city most of
them would ever see.  The wide Missouri River headed due west from
St. Louis, so most loaded their wagons onto steamships for the upstream
journey.  The boats were packed full of emigrants, livestock and dreams.


      This was by far the easiest leg of the journey.  But it didn't
last long,  200 miles from St. Louis,  the Missouri River made a cruel
turn to the north.  We emigrants were headed west. So we unloaded our
wagons from the steamships and began our great overland journey.

        It was in the spring of 1847 that my father,
Carl Mills,  a widower,  decided that we, meaning he, my brother Lee,
and I would join a wagon train in St.Louis and hit the Oregon Trail with
other settlers headed for a new life out West.
        My father, Carl, has always been a farmer. He is
a robust, strong man at 62.
My beloved, beautiful mother passed away 2 years ago, from typhoid
fever. As far as I know, my father has not been with another woman since
that time. I know he is lonely, I can see it in his eyes.
          My brother, Lee, is 21, and just became an
ordained minister. Lee is frail compared to my father, has shoulder
length black hair, piercing brown eyes in a 'baby face'. To me he has
always looked girlish, and though I fought the very thought, I had often
wondered if he might be gay. He never shows any interest in females, and
that furthered my suspicions.
        I'm Ann, and everyone calls me Annie. In
contrast to my brother, I am a very healthy 17 year old. I'm tall, 5'8",
have long red hair, which I usually wear in a ponytail or pigtails, and
sparkling green eyes, compliments of my Irish mother.
There aren't many women that do, but I wear blue jeans and overalls like
my father does. Guess you might call me a tomboy. I do have have one
dress that I wear to square dances and such.

       Though I have this fair, creamy complexion, I tan very easily,
and keep a golden tan year round, with a few freckles. I suppose because
I work in the fields with my father.  I secretly think that Lee chose a
religious life so he wouldn't have to do the strenuos work on our farm.
My father knows this, but does not coddle my brother , nor seemingly
show him more affection than he does me.
        I guess that I've never really had a 'boyfriend'
though I LIKE them. Oh, I dance with them at the Square Dances, and they
tease me because my large breasts jiggle when we dance. I'm still a
virgin and I have kissed some of the boys, but that's the extent of any
'petting' that I have done. Living on a farm, I know all about animals
mating. I've seen the cattle and our dogs mating on their own, and when
other farmers bring their mares to mate with our big, prized stallion,
or bring their bulls to impregnate our heifers. It IS exciting to watch,
and on those nights that I have watched the mating, I am excited enough
to masturbate myself. I think about those huge cocks of the male
animals, especially when I see our stallion's cock erect and about 2
feet long. My father, sometimes, has to help by taking it in his hand
and placing it against the mare's pussy, and the stallion drives it in.
          As I rub my clit and pussy, I wonder what
it would feel like to have a hard cock driven deep into my vagina~~I
wonder if a mare has orgasms~~if a stallion snorts like he does because
he is cumming, and it feels good to him !! I'm ashamed to admit that I
HAVE fantasized about having sex with my father AND my brother.  With my
father because he is so lonely since my mother passed away, and with my
brother, Lee, to prove to myself whether he is gay or not. But, I know
that's called 'incest' and is taboo in our society.


    We loaded one of our 2 covered wagons  with our staples, flour,
meal, coffee, cured ham and bacon, sugar, and lye soap which I made.  We
didn't have room for much of our furniture, and since my father was also
a  woodworker, he planned to make some, when we finally reached Oregon
and got our homestead grant.  We did take our milk cow, and Lee rode
that prized stallion of ours.  I had to say goodbye to my cherished Coon
Hound, Ralph, because my father said we had far too much to do to take
him along.


     The trip on the steamboat was exhausting, but once we unloaded our
wagons from it, we found a nice shady spot in a large grove of trees and
stayed there for two days, along with the other emigrants that would
form our wagon train. I slept in one of our wagons, along with my
father. My brother slept in the other one.

    Sometime during that first night, I was awakened by a rustling in
our wagon. I looked over at my father's pallet and he was gone.  It was
dark except for the remnants of our campfire, but I could make out my
father, sitting on the ground, all hunched over, his head on his arms. I
climbed down and went over to him.


   "Daddy", I quietly asked, " what's wrong with you ? "  He turned his
face up to me and it was tear stained.  "Oh Daddy, you've been crying!!"

   In an unusually quiet voice, he said, "My
sweet girl,  I'm so damn lonely !!!  I miss your mother beyond belief."
As I sat down beside him and put my arm around his shoulders, I felt him
trembling.  " Daddy, "
I said to him, " maybe I shouldn't be talking to you about this, but I
am anyway.
I know that men have certain 'needs', and why haven't you been going out
with some woman to fill those 'needs' ?

    "Well, sweetheart, I just haven't seen any woman that matches up to
your mother , " was his reply. " And I guess I never will. "  He gently
brushed my hair
from my forehead, and with a sob he said,
" You are the closest I'll come, you are a spitting image of your
mother. "

   "Oh Daddy, when Lee is in his 'hell fire  and brimstone' mood, he
talks about the 'ungodly act of incest'.  And I KNOW it's forbidden, but
I'm offering my body to you,
so you can get some much needed relief.
I'm still a virgin, but I don't plan on marrying, so take me, now.   I
have needs, too. "

   " But, Annie, you're my DAUGHTER, I couldn't, I couldn't !!! " he
exclaimed.  I took his big hand and put it between my legs, cupped on my
pussy, and reached over and stroked his limp cock.  He didn't remove his
hand from my pussy, nor push mine away from his cock.  I took him by the
hand and led him into the wooded area.


   Once concealed from sight, I started removing my clothes, and he,
again moaned, "you are my DAUGHTER, I CANNOT force this on you !!!! "

   "but, Daddy, you aren't FORCING me to do anything. It's MY choice to
give myself to you !! "   With that said, I removed his flannel shirt,
and he unbuckled his jeans and took them off.  In the darkness, I placed
his hands on my breasts and reached for his cock. When I took it in my
hand, I gasped in amazement, I couldn't believe the length and width of
it, and it continued to grow as it hardened to a full erection !!!  I
knelt on the ground in front of my father, and when I rubbed my tongue
over that big mushroom shaped head, I felt AND tasted the precum that
was oozing out of his big cock.  As I took his cock into my mouth, he
groaned "Ohhhhhh yessssss Baby, " and took my face in his hands.


     He gently fucked my mouth, moaning with each thrust he made.  He
groaned,
"Baby, I won't last long,  here it cuummms
~~I CAN"T HOLD IT ANY LONGERRRR
IM CUMMMMMMMMMING~~ITS BEEN SUCH A LOOOONG TIME~~~~YES YES
YESSSSSSSSSSS~~", and he spurted big globs of his warm, creamy cum down
my throat.  He picked me up and said, " Now, my precious daughter, your
Daddy is going to take care of YOUR needs, " as he gently laid me on the
bed of pine needles.


         (to be continued)