It was 1850; I was camped in the Sierra Nevada mountains about 150 miles from San Francisco. I was starving, and I was hiding from the natives and the lawmen.
I was a large man for that time at 6′-2″. I had long red hair down to my shoulders and a short-cropped red beard. I was one of the few that had all my teeth. I worked the rail line until six months ago, when I beat the head boss to death for stealing our week’s pay. I was quick on the draw with my two pistols, and I was a dead shot with my rifle. I used to hunt rabbits back in the hills of Georgia when I was a young boy. I was thirty-five, I was married three times. My first wife and two kids died from consumption in the mountains of Georgia. A horse killed my second wife falling on her while riding. My third wife was half white and half native Indian. She was raped and killed by a native hunting party for being a half-breed. I hunted down the twelve braves, killed them, and left their heads on spikes.
I saw smoke coming from a cabin by a creek about 300 yards down the hill. I made my way down to within twenty yards and looked things over. I noticed meat drying in the smokehouse. I saw two horses in the corral. As I approached, a rifle barrel pushed through a gun hole in the window shudder. I stopped in my tracks.
A woman’s voice came from the cabin. “Stop right there, mister, or I’ll shoot your balls off.” Being it being a woman, I didn’t think she might be an excellent shot. I stepped forward, and a shot rang out and a bullet tore a hole in my pants at my inner thigh. It stung a little, so she must have just grazed me.
I stopped and said, “Okay, you are a good shot. I just wanted some water and a little of your jerky.”
“I’m not that good. I was aiming to blow your balls off,” she replied. “Put your hands behind your back and around that pole.”
I did what I was told. The cabin door creaked open, and a small framed redhead stepped out. She was beautiful and not weather-worn like most women in the mountains. She had deep blue eyes and large breasts. She only stood at about 5′-2″ tall and was no older than twenty-eight. She had a pistol in one hand and a rope in another. She stepped behind me and pushed the barrel of the pistol hard into the back of my neck. She tied my hands together using one hand. She knew how to tie a rope, as I could not move my hands at all.
She stood in front of me and looked me up and down. She went in the cabin for a minute and then came back out with a plate and a tin cup of water. The plate had rabbit meat, mashed potatoes, and carrots. She fed me and gave me water to drink.
“Thank you for the food and drink. Are you going to leave me tied up all night?” I asked.
“You stink. I’m going to have to clean you up. Tell me who you are and why did you come to my cabin?” she said. She brought out a big pot of hot water, a bar of soap, a washcloth, and towels.
My shirt was all stained and torn, so she just cut it off me with a big double-blade knife. My chest was bare, and I had big muscles. I had scars all over my back and across my chest. They were from knives, bullets, and across my back, it looked like I took a hard lashing a few times.
She bent over and took my boots and socks off. I could see her tits as she bent down. They were firm with freckles. Her areolas were small and pink. The nipples were dark pink and long.
She unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants off. I was wearing long underwear. She stopped for a second as she noticed the big bulge. She jerked them down and off. My flaccid cock hung down about four inches long. It was a meaty cock. My balls were big and hairy. My stench really hit her when I was completely naked.
“Don’t worry, you ain’t got anything I haven’t seen before. I helped raise six brothers and was married,” she declared.
I told her my story as she washed my hair and face. She scrubbed my neck and shoulders. The hot water felt good and so did her soft hands as she occasionally touched me. She washed my back, chest, and flat stomach. She looked me in the eye as she washed my ass, cock, and balls. She finished up by washing down my legs and feet. She dried me off and combed my hair. With my hair clean, my hair color was almost the same as hers.
She brought out some clothes from the cabin. She untied me but kept the pistol pointed my way. The clothes were her husband’s, and they were a little big. He must be a big man. “You can sleep out here by the cookstove. I’ll bring you some bedding and blankets. Where is your horse?” She added.
She knew I had a horse because I reeked of her smell. “Tied up by the creek about a few hundred yards upstream,” I replied.
“Go get her and bring her back here and put her in the coral with my two horses,” she ordered. I did what I was told. When I got back, there was a bed made up on the front porch next to the hot stove.
She went inside, and I lay down in my comfortable bed, warming myself by the stove. About an hour later, she came out with a jug of cider. We shared a few sips right from the jug. She was sitting in a rocking chair, and I sat on the bedding.
“My name is John Wilson Macintosh, but most people call me Mac,” I said.
“Well, Mac, I have heard of you. You are a wanted man. A mean ass U.S. Marshal and his posse came by here a few days ago looking for you. They tried to take advantage of me, and I shot one of them in the leg,” she replied. “My name is Clara Lorna Johnson. You can call me Lori. I am a widow for one year now. I married a man twenty years older than me in Virginia. We came out west to pan for gold, just like everyone else. We built this cabin together and not soon after it was built, a big grizzly bear attacked us. He killed my husband and nearly killed me. Luckily, a small native hunting party heard the commotion and killed the bear,” she added. She pulled down her shirt to show me her bare shoulder. She had a big scar from a bear’s claw. I could see her bare, firm tits again. She looked down and mumbled, “I had to lie with all six of them, one after another. The natives do not bother me after that night. They call me The Bear Princess.” She stood up and walked towards the door and said, ” You can hide out here as long as you like, as long as you help and pull your weight.”
She went in and locked the door. I laid down and covered up. I fell asleep immediately.
Before the sun was up, Lori was nudging me with her foot. “Get up and eat. We have a long day ahead of us.” She ordered. I walked to the bushes and took a piss. I didn’t notice the outhouse until my pee absorbed into the dirt. Lori made eggs, bacon, and grits. I hadn’t had grits in ten years. Lori was whistling around the cabin as I ate. She had put part of her hair into a pigtail and draped it over her shoulder. She was gorgeous.
Lori took the wagon into town to get more supplies. I cut firewood, mended the fence, cleaned the coral, and washed the horses. I went inside to make a sandwich when I stepped on a creaky board under the rug. I was going to nail it down when I noticed it would pull right up. There were bags of gold under the floorboard. I covered everything back up.
I went outside and did some hunting. I got two rabbits and a pheasant. I skinned and dressed the rabbits and plucked the pheasant.
It took Lori two hours to get to town, and another hour getting supplies. It took about three hours to get back up the mountain.
The work I had done impressed Lori. I helped unload the wagon and washed the horse. Lori made supper, and we sat at the table to eat. She told me tomorrow we will go down to the creek where they have built a trough for panning. I told her what I found under the floorboard.
Lori jumped up and grabbed her pistol and pointed it at me. “Hold on Missy! If I wanted to steal your gold, I would be long gone by now,” I stammered. “You need to find a better hiding place.”
Lori dropped the pistol and plopped down in her chair and cried, “My husband and I were trying to pan enough gold to buy a ranch outside of San Francisco. We had it all planned out and everything.”
I patted her shoulder and said, “You look like you have plenty to do whatever you want.”
“No, I need about twice as much as I have,” she sobbed. “It’s hard all by myself. Most of the time I’m working on the cabin instead of panning.”
“I’ll help you fulfill your dream. I’ll stay here and help you with the chores and panning. All I ask is room and board,” I offered.
Lori jumped up and hugged me. Her breasts pushed into me and the smell of lilac in her hair made my cock twitch.
We worked and panned for three weeks straight. She taught me how to pan and what to look for. Someday we got nothing, other days a little, but a few days we hit the mother lode.
One day Lori had gone back up to the cabin and I stayed down at the creek. I heard her scream, and I ran up to the cabin as fast as I could. The marshal and his posse were at the cabin. One man had Lori’s arms pinned behind her back. Her shirt had been torn off, so her tits were flopping around. One man was pinching her titties while a third tore off her skirt and her underthings. Her red bush was glistening in the sunlight. The third man tried to push two fingers into Lori’s pussy. I pulled my two pistols and dropped the third man. I shot the second one between the eyes. The first man let Lori go and reached for his pistol. I dropped him before he could draw his gun. The marshal came out of the cabin and Lori shot him dead. Two others jumped on their horses and rode off towards town. I jumped on the marshal’s horse and went after them. I caught up to them while they stopped to take a pee. I shot both in the back.
When I made it back to the cabin, Lori had thrown the bodies down the shit hole underneath the outhouse. She was dressed in a man’s shirt that fell to her knees. When she saw me, she hugged me and cried, “Why do men always want to take pussy that doesn’t belong to them? Why?”
“Not all men are animals, just most of them. People are going to come looking for them, so I need to camp up the mountain for a while,” I replied.
She looked up at me and whispered, “Not tonight though.” I put her in her bed and tucked her in. She fell right to sleep. I sat in the rocking chair on the front porch with my rifle across my lap.
During the night, Lori came out and sat across my lap. She kissed me with her soft lips. Her tongue tentatively slipped into my mouth and played with my tongue. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and our tongues danced together.
Lori unbuttoned her shirt and opened it up, exposing her fabulous boobs, her flat stomach, and red bush. I softly played with one boob while sucking the other. She moaned at my touch. She stood up and dropped her shirt. She opened mine and ran her fingernails across my broad chest. Her fingers traced along my scars. She kissed my scars and sucked my nipples. Lori’s hands rubbed my flat stomach and found my belt buckle. She unbuckled my belt and pushed her hand down the front of my pants. She shifted in my lap so she could fully grasp my cock.
She ran her hand up and down my shaft. She moaned in my ear, “You have a nice cock, Mac. I need you to take me to bed and fuck me. I really need to be fucked by you.”
I scooped her in my arms and stood up. I carried her inside to her bed. I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and kicked off my boots. I pushed my pants and under garment down in one motion. I stepped out of them. I kept my socks on, as it was cold. I spread her knees and viewed her red bush and pink pie for the first time.
“Please lay down beside me. I want you to listen to me before you fuck me. You may not want to after hearing what I have been through,” she requested.
I lay beside her, and she stroked my cock as she started, “When I was a young teenager, after church, my uncle used to play with my bare titties. After a few weeks, he started fingering me. I shamefully liked it and climaxed. He would then show me his cock. It was inches longer than yours, but not as meaty. He would play with it until he shot his cum on my big tits. The next few Sundays, he would make me play with it until he covered my tits with his seed. One Sunday, he grabbed me by the hair and made me suck it. He came into my mouth. I sputtered and coughed. He just laughed. I liked the taste of cum. I few times after I sucked him, he would spank my bare bottom until I cried.”
I noticed when Lori was talking about her uncle spanking her, she would jerk my cock a little faster. She continued, “One day, he said he wanted to fuck me. I pleaded with him I didn’t want to have a baby. He assured me he knew how to fuck me so I couldn’t get with child. He bent me over a barrel and slipped his long cock into my ass. It burned as it stretched my hole. I cried out in pain. He pistoned his cock in and out of my ass until I felt his warm cum deep in my ass. For weeks after, he would make me suck him, he would spank my bottom, then fuck my ass. I shamefully started enjoying the spanking and ass fucking. One day, my father caught his brother with his dick in my ass. He cut his throat right then and there. He whipped and beat me. Two weeks later, my father made me marry my much older husband. His cock was only half your size, but he roughly took my virginity that night. He would fuck me just about every night for eight years. He always fucked me missionary style, and I seldom climaxed. When we traveled here three years ago, we traveled in a wagon train. To cut costs, my husband let the wagon master, and his wife, have their way with me once a week. The journey took six months. He was a large fat man with a horse-sized cock. He would just fuck me from behind while his wife watched. His cock always caused me pain when he fucked me. She was a large, heavy woman and, after her husband came inside me, she would have me lie down and spread my legs. She would lick his cum from my stretched pussy. She would make me cum hard. Her husband jerked his gigantic cock as he watched. After I came, I made her cum with my mouth. I was disgusted to have to taste another woman.” Lori again jerked my cock faster as she told of being eaten by a woman.
“One last confession,” she said. “The night of the bear attack and my husband dying, the six braves did not just fuck me one after another. They made me suck their uncircumcised cocks; they took turns fucking me in the ass. I liked it, I came often. Once everyone passed out, I crept over to the native with the biggest cock and woke him up. I pushed him over on his back and straddled his cock. We were fucking for a while when another brave grabbed my hair and stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked his cock while riding the other cock. My tits were sore from bouncing around. I felt a hand push me flat onto the brave I was riding. A third cock penetrated my ass.”
Lori was vigorously pumping my cock. She continued, “I never felt so full. I screamed in ecstasy. I noticed the other three braves were pumping their cocks. Once the three braves emptied themselves in me, I fell onto my back and the other three unloaded their sticky load all over my tits and chest. In the morning, they said their farewells and let me know I would be safe from now on. I was the first red-haired woman with red hair on her pussy that they had ever seen.”
I came on Lori’s tits and we both laughed. My cock was soft, so I spread her legs again, placed my tongue on her hot clit. I fingered her pussy and lapped up her juices. Lori moaned, “Oh, you eat me much better than the wagon master’s wife.” She pulled my hair and clamped her thighs on my face. A flood of fluids filled my mouth. Her body convulsed for a few minutes.
Lori pulled me up on the bed. I sucked her large, sun-kissed breasts. She kissed her way down to my red bush. I was now semi-erect. She held my cock and licked my balls. She spread my ass cheeks and licked and tongued my ass. She looked up and said, “Oh, I forgot this part of the story.” She giggled and tongued my ass some more. Her ass play made me super hard. Her tongue slithered back up my balls and onto my shaft. Her lips engulfed my bulbous head. She sank her mouth down, fully taking in my full length. She didn’t gag or cough. Her head bobbed up and down on my shaft, taking full length swaths. She squeezed my balls, and I filled her mouth and throat with another batch of my seed.
This time, my cock stayed hard. This tiny woman straddled my cock with her back to me. She lifted and I could see my cock pulling out her pussy lips, then sucking them back in as she impaled her pussy onto my cock. She grunted and moaned. She spun around and rode me with her firm tits in my face. Her eyes rolled up in her head as I, for a third time tonight, unleashed my seed.
We rested for a while, then she begged me to fuck her pussy from behind, then her ass. I did what was requested of me. I unloaded my fourth contribution into her bowels. She came more times than I could count. This woman knew how to fuck and pleasure a man.
For six more weeks, we panned for gold. No one else bothered us, although we often saw natives watching us on the ridge. I would let them watch me fuck Lori from behind by the creek. I would make sure she was fully naked. We could hear them hooting and hollering as she screamed when she came.
We loaded up the wagon and horses with all the gold and belongings we wanted to take before winter came. Lori and I headed for San Francisco.
Three years later, we had a 50,000-acre ranch with cows and horses. Lori was pregnant with our third child. We already had two beautiful red-haired little girls.
Everyone forgot about me, as a big war was brewing back east. The ranch was called the “Bar L” after Lori. We never married, but we never felt we had to.
