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January 18, 1829 Kentucky Territory
I finished my chores early so pa let me ride Alfie over the ridge to court Mary. It'a long ride--about 15 miles. The Emersons, our closest neighbors, live on the other side of the ravaged forest where a flock of passenger pigeons roosted a few years ago. Still looks like a tornado struck that stretch of woods. It was cold and a thin layer of snow crunched under Alfie's hooves along the old Indian trail I traversed. It was near dark when I galloped through their apple orchard and saw the lantern light inside their log home. They're well to do--they've got plate glass windows instead of oil cloth.
Mary was happy and surprised to see me. She gave me a hug and kiss right in front of her ma and pa. She's a freckle-faced brunette with a dimple in her chin. I like the way her dress sways when she walks too.
Mrs. Emerson invited me to share rabbit stew and cornmeal dumplings for supper, and it sure was tasty. Mrs. Emerson must like her own cooking--she's kind of chubby, but pretty, resembling her daughter. I wonder, if Mary will put on the pounds like that when she gets older. Maybe her bosoms will grow bigger too.
Over supper they were hinting around that they'd be glad when Mary gets married. All her brothers and sisters got married and moved away. They didn't want Mary to become an old maid.
Mrs. Emerson told me it was ok to spend the night. I kind of expected that they wouldn't send me on horseback into the dark. There's still a pack of wolves roaming the countryside at night. I went to the bedroom in the loft to bundle with Mary. She took her long dress off and I got to see her in her long white nightie. I looked forward to cuddling her and hoped to sneak a feel of her breast, but Mrs. Emerson followed us up the ladder.
"We want to make sure Mary stays a virgin til her wedding night," she said.
"Oh, I wouldn't..."
"You youngsters might lose control of yourselves. Here, lie in the bed and let me secure you."
She tucked the cover over me tight with my arms to my sides, and she tied strings in place so that I could barely move. Mary got in the bed next to me under a separate blanket. Mrs. Emerson's big bosoms cast a shadow over the bed from the candle she placed on the stand.
"Are you all snug?" Mary asked with a friendly smile.
Mrs. Emerson stared at me for a minute, a look of doubt on her face.
"I'm not sure you can't get loose. Are you ticklish?"
"What? Why?" I asked nervously.
I'm going to tickle you to test the bundling strings and make sure you can't get free in the middle of the night.
I was afraid she'd make me look foolish in front of Mary.
"Now, Mrs. Emerson, you don't have to worry..."
"Coochie, coochie, coo," she said and she tickled my belly through the covers.
I laughed and thrashed about while Mrs. Emerson coochie cooed me. I felt embarrassed and got a boner. Mary started laughing with me.
"Ok. That's good. It looks like you can't get loose. Goodnight you two."
Mrs. Emerson kissed us both and went down the ladder with the candle in her hand, leaving us in total darkness.
I felt humiliated. I wanted Mary to think I was a strong man. But her mother tickled me like a baby. Now, Mary would think I was weak because I was ticklish. To make her know I was strong, I told her about the big tree I chopped down earlier in the morning.
She seemed unconcerned and cuddled me. I was hoping my tree-felling story would change the subject and she'd forget all about what had just happened. Instead, it seemed to intrigue her.
"I didn't know you were ticklish."
"I'm not," I lied, not wanting to admit my weakness.
"Yes, you are. My ma made you laugh like a silly goose."
She began touching me over the covers. I was horrified that she might discover my still-hard boner.
"Don't touch me."
"Why? Does it tickle?"
"No, not that, ahh!"
"What's this?...Oh, you are as big as a horse."
She started rubbing my penis through the covers, and it felt good. I unbuttoned my trousers and opened my long johns and it felt even better. The friction kept increasing until I was about to spurt.
"Stop, stop, or I'll leave a stain," I desperately whispered, appalled that her mother would find a stained sheet.
Mary stopped in time, leaving me throbbing.
"Want to see my butt?" she asked
I was shocked. We weren't even married. Mary got out of bed and lit a candle which she placed on the stand next to the bed. She turned around and slowly lifted her long nightgown til I could see her curvaceous nude buttocks. She wiggled it. My face flushed.
"Marry me and you can see this every night."
She backed toward me, her nightie still pulled up, and she sat on the bed, her cheeks jiggling. She backed up some more and sat on my chest while facing away from me. I could smell her butt--she needed a bath, but Saturday wasn't til tomorrow. Like most people, she took a bath once a week. Her crack had a rank, cheesy odor.
She started tickling my belly through the covers, like her mother did, and I couldn't stop from laughing.
"Cut that out," I ordered, afraid that Mr. and Mrs. Emerson would hear me laughing.
"You said you weren't ticklish. I guess I can tickle you, if I want to. It shouldn't bother you."
I tried not to laugh with all my might. But she moved her butt over my face, distracting me, and I let out a loud guffaw. Once I lost control, I kept giggling non-stop. I was sure Mrs. Emerson could hear and would climb up the ladder, see the shocking sight, and throw me out of the house, admonishing me never to return.
Instead, I heard another man's laughter coming from downstairs. Mary stopped tickling me.
"What's that I wonder?" she asked.
She got off me and let her nightie drop.
"I'll go see."
She climbed down the ladder, leaving me struggling to get free from the bundling strings. It sounded like it was her pa who was laughing downstairs. I had a sneaking suspicion that her ma trapped her pa in bundling strings, and she was tickling him too. I had a disturbing thought that she would return with her mother, and they would tickle me all night. Maybe they would tickle me to death.
I heard the ladder creak as someones feet pressed down on every rung. Her pa burst out with laughter again.
Mary pulled herself into the loft. I was relieved her ma wasn't with her.
She covered her mouth and giggled and jumped in the bed with me.
"They didn't see me. My ma roped my pa like a calf. She's tickling him..like this..."
Mary stuck her hands under the tight covers and tickled every where she could reach. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. Then she ignored my pleas and rubbed my penis until I left a stain. She said not to worry about the stain--her ma made her do all the laundry.
So our secret is safe. I think I'm going to go over there next Friday again and propose. I can't wait til we're married. I'll get to see that buttocks every night.
I finished my chores early so pa let me ride Alfie over the ridge to court Mary. It'a long ride--about 15 miles. The Emersons, our closest neighbors, live on the other side of the ravaged forest where a flock of passenger pigeons roosted a few years ago. Still looks like a tornado struck that stretch of woods. It was cold and a thin layer of snow crunched under Alfie's hooves along the old Indian trail I traversed. It was near dark when I galloped through their apple orchard and saw the lantern light inside their log home. They're well to do--they've got plate glass windows instead of oil cloth.
Mary was happy and surprised to see me. She gave me a hug and kiss right in front of her ma and pa. She's a freckle-faced brunette with a dimple in her chin. I like the way her dress sways when she walks too.
Mrs. Emerson invited me to share rabbit stew and cornmeal dumplings for supper, and it sure was tasty. Mrs. Emerson must like her own cooking--she's kind of chubby, but pretty, resembling her daughter. I wonder, if Mary will put on the pounds like that when she gets older. Maybe her bosoms will grow bigger too.
Over supper they were hinting around that they'd be glad when Mary gets married. All her brothers and sisters got married and moved away. They didn't want Mary to become an old maid.
Mrs. Emerson told me it was ok to spend the night. I kind of expected that they wouldn't send me on horseback into the dark. There's still a pack of wolves roaming the countryside at night. I went to the bedroom in the loft to bundle with Mary. She took her long dress off and I got to see her in her long white nightie. I looked forward to cuddling her and hoped to sneak a feel of her breast, but Mrs. Emerson followed us up the ladder.
"We want to make sure Mary stays a virgin til her wedding night," she said.
"Oh, I wouldn't..."
"You youngsters might lose control of yourselves. Here, lie in the bed and let me secure you."
She tucked the cover over me tight with my arms to my sides, and she tied strings in place so that I could barely move. Mary got in the bed next to me under a separate blanket. Mrs. Emerson's big bosoms cast a shadow over the bed from the candle she placed on the stand.
"Are you all snug?" Mary asked with a friendly smile.
Mrs. Emerson stared at me for a minute, a look of doubt on her face.
"I'm not sure you can't get loose. Are you ticklish?"
"What? Why?" I asked nervously.
I'm going to tickle you to test the bundling strings and make sure you can't get free in the middle of the night.
I was afraid she'd make me look foolish in front of Mary.
"Now, Mrs. Emerson, you don't have to worry..."
"Coochie, coochie, coo," she said and she tickled my belly through the covers.
I laughed and thrashed about while Mrs. Emerson coochie cooed me. I felt embarrassed and got a boner. Mary started laughing with me.
"Ok. That's good. It looks like you can't get loose. Goodnight you two."
Mrs. Emerson kissed us both and went down the ladder with the candle in her hand, leaving us in total darkness.
I felt humiliated. I wanted Mary to think I was a strong man. But her mother tickled me like a baby. Now, Mary would think I was weak because I was ticklish. To make her know I was strong, I told her about the big tree I chopped down earlier in the morning.
She seemed unconcerned and cuddled me. I was hoping my tree-felling story would change the subject and she'd forget all about what had just happened. Instead, it seemed to intrigue her.
"I didn't know you were ticklish."
"I'm not," I lied, not wanting to admit my weakness.
"Yes, you are. My ma made you laugh like a silly goose."
She began touching me over the covers. I was horrified that she might discover my still-hard boner.
"Don't touch me."
"Why? Does it tickle?"
"No, not that, ahh!"
"What's this?...Oh, you are as big as a horse."
She started rubbing my penis through the covers, and it felt good. I unbuttoned my trousers and opened my long johns and it felt even better. The friction kept increasing until I was about to spurt.
"Stop, stop, or I'll leave a stain," I desperately whispered, appalled that her mother would find a stained sheet.
Mary stopped in time, leaving me throbbing.
"Want to see my butt?" she asked
I was shocked. We weren't even married. Mary got out of bed and lit a candle which she placed on the stand next to the bed. She turned around and slowly lifted her long nightgown til I could see her curvaceous nude buttocks. She wiggled it. My face flushed.
"Marry me and you can see this every night."
She backed toward me, her nightie still pulled up, and she sat on the bed, her cheeks jiggling. She backed up some more and sat on my chest while facing away from me. I could smell her butt--she needed a bath, but Saturday wasn't til tomorrow. Like most people, she took a bath once a week. Her crack had a rank, cheesy odor.
She started tickling my belly through the covers, like her mother did, and I couldn't stop from laughing.
"Cut that out," I ordered, afraid that Mr. and Mrs. Emerson would hear me laughing.
"You said you weren't ticklish. I guess I can tickle you, if I want to. It shouldn't bother you."
I tried not to laugh with all my might. But she moved her butt over my face, distracting me, and I let out a loud guffaw. Once I lost control, I kept giggling non-stop. I was sure Mrs. Emerson could hear and would climb up the ladder, see the shocking sight, and throw me out of the house, admonishing me never to return.
Instead, I heard another man's laughter coming from downstairs. Mary stopped tickling me.
"What's that I wonder?" she asked.
She got off me and let her nightie drop.
"I'll go see."
She climbed down the ladder, leaving me struggling to get free from the bundling strings. It sounded like it was her pa who was laughing downstairs. I had a sneaking suspicion that her ma trapped her pa in bundling strings, and she was tickling him too. I had a disturbing thought that she would return with her mother, and they would tickle me all night. Maybe they would tickle me to death.
I heard the ladder creak as someones feet pressed down on every rung. Her pa burst out with laughter again.
Mary pulled herself into the loft. I was relieved her ma wasn't with her.
She covered her mouth and giggled and jumped in the bed with me.
"They didn't see me. My ma roped my pa like a calf. She's tickling him..like this..."
Mary stuck her hands under the tight covers and tickled every where she could reach. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. Then she ignored my pleas and rubbed my penis until I left a stain. She said not to worry about the stain--her ma made her do all the laundry.
So our secret is safe. I think I'm going to go over there next Friday again and propose. I can't wait til we're married. I'll get to see that buttocks every night.
