Lenoir

Dry State

The mighty Humboldt continued to cut through canyons and snake past dead sage brush.

The oxen gently bawled to one another, great puffs of steam billowing out from them on the cool morning air. The squeel of wood and iron being forced over rock and rut quieted the usual wildlife.

A brilliant sunrise threatened another day of too much sun, with only a whisper of pink cloud on the horizon. But Lenoir was looking at half of a rock that she had kicked.

It had broken open and revealed a peculiar shape in the center. She wasn't sure what to make of it at all, so she set it back down. It had been a fossil from an ocean that had long been dry.

Most everything here but the river was dry. Including the irritable men. Everyone had run out of whiskey. Or if they hid it they had it very well.

Clarence wasn't a drunk, but he drank enough on a regular basis that the lack of liquor did get to him. But not as much as some of the other men, who seemed ill indeed in their dry state.

It seemed like most of the men were trying to make up for the lack of stiff drink with an increase in coffee. Black as possible.

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In the Bear River Valley Claudia could almost see the appeal of being a pioneer woman. The clear waters of the Bear River were therapeutic after crossing parts of desolate and dangerous Wyoming.

Her driver shot some birds for her maid to cook and her oxen and mules grazed. She had eight chestnut colored oxen that pulled her wagon, her black riding mule, Jenny, her brown pack mule, Arthur, four nameless hens, and a red milking cow the maid affectionately called Babe. The driver may have named the oxen but Claudia didn't know them.

The Bear River flowed north from the Uinta Mountains through the region of Bear Lake before turning south at Soda Springs, meandering through the Cache Valley, before being absorbed into the Great Salt Lake.

She dipped in her toes and was thoughtful.

She couldn't have been more than two and a half months further along in her pregnancy than Lenoir was in hers. But she didn't know Lenoir was pregnant.

Getting misty eyed, she twirled a lock of her blonde hair, remembering how his visits had started to wane. With no warning he went two weeks without saying a word to her. Then he showed up at her apartment. She knew now it was for one last hurrah.

He had told her how fun and beautiful she was and for a brief moment she forgot she wasn't the only woman in the world. He kissed her in that spot on the back of her neck that made her shiver and melt. He undressed her slowly from the waist up while kissing her and gently using the pressure of his groin against her skirts to push her towards the bedroom hallway.

With his left hand fondling her breast he opened her bedroom door with his right, her back pressed against the door and his tongue dancing with hers between their mouths.

Her expensive French perfume was intoxicating. He had her near the four post canopy bed, made up in gold and red, and he tried to unbutton her skirt while still kissing her. The tricky buttons were in back, so he flipped her, with her hands on the bed and her butt towards him. He got rid of the petticoats and frills beneath the skirt with skill, then flipped the skirt up upon her so that he could get a grand view of her derriere. She giggled under the skirt and spread her legs a little more, letting him have his way.

He was going to miss this honey pot. It was time to manifest his destiny and he had to set aside his toys and be a man. While Claudia was saucy and delicious, in every way physically attractive to him, he had to be practical. She was 30 years old. She had never, and perhaps could never, get pregnant. Clarence needed a young woman that he could use to spread his seed as many times as possible. He wanted a huge family.

Lustfuly he opened his pants and used the tip of his throbbing c**k to rub her outer lips, gently framed in blonde peach fuzz. He split open her juicy peach and thrust inside. Her heat engulfed him and he thrust again, and again.

She squeezed him with her inner walls, wet and slippery with their combined fluids. Bracing against the bed she withstood the shock every thrust sent down her spine. He was being rougher than usual.

Keeping her skirt raised he flipped her, landing her shoulders and upper back on the bed. He grasped under each of her womanly hips and with her legs in the air he drove his rock hard c**k to the depths of her well.

She made a wish in that moment that he would get her pregnant. Even though it hurt a little she pushed her hips against him and let him explore as deep as he dare without complaint. Her body softened a little more and relaxed enough to take his whole length.

She was the only one who had ever felt this good to him. He hoped that his wife would be this good and he started to pretend that she was Lenoir.

He had recently met Lenoir, and had just taken her on a first date two days before. He could tell she was a virgin by her innocent ways, like a younger girl. He loved her blush and the way her eyes cast away under her long dark lashes when she was uneasy.

Fantasizing that this blonde was the brunette Lenoir he slowed down and was more gentle. Imagining how she might react to s*x. Would she be afraid, would she be aroused, would she get angry in her innocent understanding of man and wife?

He felt himself get close to climax and he fantasized that this woman, Lenoir was accepting his seed, being filled with it like the holy spirit, and getting pregnant. It was a dress rehearsal for the real thing.

He released, going deep and still other than his trembling c**k. He wanted to call Lenoir's name, but bit his lip and stopped himself. Still aware that Claudia would be incredibly hurt and offended. He wanted to leave her with good memories about their time together.

After he had held her and kissed her and caught his breath, he left and went to a local bath house. He needed to feel clean.