Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Wildflowers Part 9 by Chris Hailey, Copyright 2016 Story codes: MFgg, bukkake, historical, incest, oral Summary: Part nine of the epic tale of twelve year old Marilyn and her trek across the United States. Historical lolita erotica in a romantic setting! =============== One evening a few days after we'd arrived in Deadwood, Dunlap come and gathered up us ladies, saying that we were heading out early in the morning so he needed us back in the wagon for the night, and Jane and me must now say our goodbyes to our Mama. I felt that likely the real reason he wanted us back in the wagon was that he were missing his nighttime fun in my little blossom and Eliza's even littler honeysuckle! Can't say as I blamed him for that, and must admit that my flower petals were missing being parted by his cock! Regardless, it were time to say a tearful goodbye to my mama, during which she begged Dunlap to stay, and tried to convince Flannery, who'd come along with Dunlap for to gather up his own honeysuckle blossom, to do likewise. Surely we could find ourselves a couple of nice little cottages in Deadwood, Mama argued to the agreement of the Stevensons, and make them our home! But it seems Dunlap wanted us out of there as quick as we could be on our way. So after hugs and tears with Mama and a handshake to Ol' Doc with a blessing on him to have great success, and goodbyes to his first wife and his simple son Johnnie, we were off to the wagon train. That night proved I was right about Dunlap's wishes. It seemed that Little Crow, so big now with her baby seeming to me at least like she was about to come any day, wasn't a great partner at night for the man, though not for a lack of desire nor a sense of duty on her part, but for the cramps and pains and constant kicks and punches from the little baby inside her trying so hard to find her way out. So Dunlap had me and Eliza Honeysuckle lay next to each other with our legs spread wide, and he took his turns with both of us, first me, then Honeysuckle, then me again. After fifteen minutes of fucking, rather than decide which pussy would get its fill of his warm cream, he instead had the two of us sit up and press our faces together, cheek-to-cheek, and with a few strokes on his mighty cock aimed right at our faces, he shot his cum onto the two of us, thick wonderful streams of our husband's cream splashing against our faces. We giggled mightily and then commenced to kissing and licking his cum off of each other. While we did thus, Flannery and Jebediah, who had both been with Janey until this point, came walking over to us with their stiff cocks in hand and together they aimed right at us and unleashed their loads onto our faces as well, Flannery's thick and heavy and large and coating us full again, Jebediah's thinner and small but still so very sweet. Eliza Honeysuckle and me giggled such at this! We were covered in the seed of all three of them, all the way from our hair to the drips sliding off our chins. We kissed and licked each other until all of us all fell into a blissful wonderful sleep, so glad were we that our family were all together again. I awaked the next morning to the sound of a conversation happening off a ways, and so I crawled out of my bedroll and pulled on a nightshirt and poked my head out to see what was the fuss. And there I spies a line of wagons riding up to ours, with the first one already stopped and the man of the wagon and Dunlap standing there talking, and then I sees the two of them give each other a big embrace, like they was old friends that ain't seen each other in ages. Out the front of the wagon pokes a few faces and the man points up at them and gives an introduction, and by then the other wagons, four of them in total, are all in line. Dunlap and the newcomer walked on over to our team of big cream horses, leading them to our wagon with Dunlap's free hand upon the newcomer's back. "Blossom!" Dunlap hollered and waved up to me as he led the horses to the wagon, with Jack the bulldog rubbing up against the newcomer in a friendly manner. "Come on out here and meet a friend of mine from back home!" I hopped down, still in nothing but my nightshirt. "Blossom," my husband says, "this here's Bishop Admundson." Now I ain't never met a bishop before and I didn't rightly know how one ought to respond to such an introduction, especially when she ain't properly dressed for it. So I just gave him my awkward courtesy, made even sillier by my nightshirt. "The bishop's an old and dear friend of mine from back east," Dunlap says. Bishop Admundson was a older gentleman, and rightly distinguished as one might expect a bishop to be I suppose. While his hair were mostly a dark mahogany, his beard, what was nice and proper trimmed, were gray. But not a bad looking man were he, and he had a pretty pair of dark eyes that shone in the morning sun. "Well," says he, "ain't you a pretty one, Blossom?" He turned to Dunlap, who now was busy hitching up the horses to the wagon. "You done right good there, James. Right good indeed." I could see Dunlap smiling proud as he worked. "Thank you, Henry," says he. "I imagine the rest of the family are still asleep, you can meet them tonight around the fire, we best get this train moving." "That's right, captain!" the man said, then turned back to me and took my hand and lifted it to his mouth and kissed the back of it, his beard giving it a little tickle. "Such an angel," he whispered, looking right into my eyes. "An angel!" I gots to admit, I found that I sort of liked this Bishop Admundson! It were a hard day's driving of the teams as the captain of the train seemed to want to leave the dirty town of Deadwood as far behinds us as he possibly could that day. But he knews those cream draft horses of his were a far stronger team than any that the other folk had got, and so he had to keep them reigned back and settle down for the evening much earlier than he might have wished we could. And thereupon, we lit a big bonfire and roasted meat and had a feast to celebrate the leaving on the final leg of our long and tiring journey. While the meat was on the spit and the beans warming, Dunlap got the attention of the gathered folk. "I knows you all are wondering who the new people with us are." There were a bit of nodding all about. "It's my honor to introduce to you my dear old friend, Henry Admundson." Bishop Admundson stood and gave a nod to the people about the fire, then gestured to a woman who had been sitting by his side. "My wife, Elizabeth," he said. Elizabeth was a fine-looking older woman, maybe about my mama's age, about as fine a woman as you might see, being buxom and fair and smiling friendly. "Our twins are about here somewhere," he continues, looking round about him. I sawed Jebediah and Lucy already off running about in the prairie grass with two other children around their age, Drummer and Song following as best they could, and Jack the bulldog running along in an excited state such as I hadn't seen him much before except when he were on a hunt. Then I sees why the dog were so excited, for another dog followed along as well, a pretty shepherd of one sort or another and the two dogs were nipping at each other's heels in a playful manner. "Ah, there they are," the bishop said. "Our twins." He pointed out in the direction of the children. "The boy is Noah, and the girl is Holly. Oh and the dog is Beauty." He gave a smile at that, and then gestured to the girl sitting on the other side of him. "And this lovely lady is my new wife, Rosemary." He weren't lying, she was a very lovely girl, near enough as lovely as my sister Jane, and around the same age as well. But she were so demure and shy! Her face was pink when he introduced her thus, and she leaned over a bit to hide her blushing face from our view. "You are well met, Rosemary," Dunlap said, and the girl blushed even more, "and it is fine to see you again Mrs. Admundson, very fine indeed." The pretty woman nodded to Dunlap at this. "Fine to see you as well, James, and to see you looking good." "Looks like our children have made fast friends," Dunlap says. "There are my two eldest, Jebediah and Lucy, who you ain't seen in many a year..." "They grown so much, James!" the lady Admundson says. "Ain't it so? Jebediah's a strong young lad and Lucy a fine woman in the making. And along with them run our two children what come to us from my wife Little Crow, they are Drummer and Song." "Fine looking children," the lady said. "Indeed," the bishop said in agreement. "Bishop, you done met my wife Marilyn already, but your wives ain't had a proper introduction, so let me introduce Marilyn to you." I stood and courtesied in the direction of the bishop's wives. "Marilyn goes by many names, for she is Blossom to me, and Friend of the Ojibwe to the Indian folk, and Bizhiw, which means 'the lioness,' as well. And next to her is my wife Andeg, which is Little Crow..." Dunlap proceeded to introduce the all of us, Eliza and Jane and Flannery as well, to many bows and handshakes. "Now," the bishop says to the assembled crowd, "you might be wondering what I'm doing here, and who are the rest of these folks that come along with me. I've known James Dunlap for many a year now. I baptized both his first two children, and sadly I buried his wife as well. But back east there, where we lived, people didn't take kindly to folks who practiced differently than they, and they wanted us gone, so when little Lucy there was just barely out of swaddlings, I set out with a few families to fine a new place to call our home. We all always hoped that Dunlap would come to join us soon, once he'd got his business all straightened out, for you see he had quite a herd of cattle and an operation going on and it wasn't easy for the man to just pack up and leave it all. This was about four years ago now, and on the blessed day when I got a letter from Dunlap telling me that he was ready to set out to join us, I wrote him back as quickly as I could and told him that I was thinking of packing up again and heading further west. For the people here in Deadwood weren't much better about us folk than the people back east, I'm sorry to say. They'd burned down my house, and killed my first wife and child in the fire." A murmur set through the people listening to this tale, and many of us expressed our sorrow at this sad news. "So," the bishop continued, "when Dunlap's reply letter came, he told me he was on his way already, and he'd be here as quick as he could and we'd head further west together and set up a new home where there weren't any others to burn our homes and kill our wives." I could see Dunlap nodding grimly along with the story, as well as many others with us, and then he added himself, "I managed to secure a homestead in the mountains of the Oregon territory, it's a big place and will accommodate the alls of us, whomever might wish to join us." The bishop nodded at Dunlap and then turned back to the rest of us and added, "these here other families are those that left with me from out east. Well, not all of them, a couple stayed back in the Black Hills, dreading any further travels and preferring to keep their different ways as private as possible. But these here are the most of them." Bishop Admundson proceeded from there to introduce the three families that was traveling with him. Two of the wagons were taken up with an older couple in one, named the Hersteins, and their adult daughter with her husband and child in another. They was the Johnsons, and the child was a boy not much out of breeches yet. The last of their wagons was a man named Brown, with two wives and a gaggle of young children. So this was four wagons, the Admundson's, the Herstein's, the Johnson's, and the Brown's. Then with us from our long journey remained five wagons--Dunlap's, two more with young families what I remember from the scene with the young native boys way back on the other side of the Missouri who spoke up and expressed an interest to join us. They were the Youngs, a pretty lady named Cassandra and her husband Ernest and a little baby, as well as the Jameson's, an Irish man named Frank and his lovely young bride Amelia with another baby for them as well. Last were two single brothers, each with a wagon to themselves, who sometimes said they were Smith, and other times Jones, and Dunlap felt it best to not ask too many questions of them so long as they kept their peace and did the work required of them, which they did. But it were clear that Dunlap didn't trust them much. So it was that there were nine of us wagons, still a fairly small train for the long trek we had ahead of us but better than the five I thought we'd have at first. I set down with Little Crow to eat my evening meal. My tin plate were overflowed with food and after I'd ate a good bit of a piece of chicken that we'd cooked, I says to her, "I'm so hungry!" She smiled at me, her dark eyes twinkling like they does, her black hair pulled back into a tail behind her, leaving her beautiful brown face to glow in the firelight. "You eat for two," she says. "Yes'em," I answered, "this plateful is enough for two I suppose. Maybe I ought put some back for the others?" She smiled even bigger and reached out her hand and puts it on my belly. "No," says she, "you eat for two, Bizhiw." And then I knew it were true. Maybe I'd knowed this before, or at least had thought it. My belly was a bit bigger than it had been before and I'd been finding it a bit difficult to pull on my dress of late. And the way my bosom had been changing this last fortnight or more, growing and becoming so much more sensitive. And just this morning I'd felt quite sick when I'd waked up, feeling like I might vomit, although I didn't. "Do you think?" I asked her. "Yes, Bizhiw," she says. "You carry a baby. You carry Dunlap's baby." Now I smiles right back at her. "I do!" Because by now I knew it to be true. When we bedded down for the night, I told Dunlap what me and Little Crow had determined. "I am with your child now, Dunlap," I tells him. "Little Crow knows it to be the case, as does I." "Oh my sweet wife," was all he says, he was smiling so much. And he said it again and again, "Oh my sweet wife," while he kissed me much. Then we told Jane, and Eliza, and all the people in our wagon, that I was with his child. After all of us smiled and shed a tear or two at the joyful news, Dunlap tells us that tonight he will give a special baptism for his new child as she grows in my womb, and each of his wives would do her part in the ceremony. He had us each lay next to each other, me and Eliza with our legs spread wide, though Little Crow had difficulty with this because of her now-huge belly, and so she were on her hands and knees. Dunlap mounted us each in turn, first me, then Eliza, then LIttle Crow, then crawling back over us all to me again to begin the cycle anew. And thus did all of us share, not just in our man's cock, but in the wetness of each others' sex, even from deep inside, as it was on our husband's cock. On the bedroll nearby, Jane was using her mouth for her man, but Flannery's attention were on us. I could see from his look that he was feeling like Dunlap had it best of all, with his three wives to use in such a manner and one carrying his baby now. I knew that Flannery would soon have his baby inside Jane if he hadn't already, and I also knewed that he would soon be asking her if he might himself take on another wife or two. After Dunlap had entered each of his wives a half-dozen times, he took his place between Eliza's legs and lay down on the little girl entirely. He looked so huge and she so tiny, it was like he was smothering her completely, and when his breathing got heavy he pulled out of her a final time and came to me. "Marilyn," whispers he as he entered me, "you is the love of my life, and the first among my wives." I smiled up at my man. "You are the love of my life, too, Mr. James Dunlap." "I'm so happy that you'll bring into our family another child," he said. "I'm so happy too! Please sir, please show our little one how much you love her!" And he did. He baptized our baby that night in the way only a father could. Once this scene were finished, Eliza went to her daddy and Jane. Flannery had already mounted Jane once whilst they was watching Dunlap using his three ladies, and the man was fixing to mount her again. But when his daughter showed at their bedroll, there was no doubt where his cock would go next. Flannery hisself were just as lustful as his daughter; Jane had told me that many nights the man would fill her pussy three or four times before his needs was finally quenched, such that she was glad when he had taken a liking to his daughter's mouth, and Eliza a liking to her daddy's cock, for it allowed Jane a chance to get a little more rest at night. She asked that I do the same for Flannery with my mouth as often as I could, to which I agreed without hesitation. She also confessed that she was sure her husband wanted to put his cock inside my pussy, and wanted even more to do the same to his daughter, and while we both agreed that Eliza's and my sex were for Dunlap alone, I told my sister that I felt we needed to find the man another wife or two, a proposal to which Jane agreed with an only somewhat hesitating nod. I did not tell her, though, along these lines, that Dunlap had told me that the man had come to him to ask if he might have Lucy's hand in marriage! Dunlap had told him that he felt that Lucy was too young to have a man yet, and Flannery had agreed though not without some obvious disappointment. And now, as Eliza sucked on her daddy's cock, I could see he was looking over at Lucy, and then he reached his hand out to her and she got up from our bedroll and went to him. He had the little girl kneel next to his daughter, and he pulled out of Eliza's mouth. He turned to Lucy and lifted his shaft such that his balls hung right above her. I was impressed by how big they looked compared to the little girl's face. It's amazing how big a grown man's cock really is! "Kiss my rocks, Lucy dear," he said. The little girl lifted her face up and planted sweet kisses on the man's big balls "Lucy you are such a sweetheart," he said softly, and I could see he were rubbing her cheek a bit. "You are so very beautiful!" Then he turned to his daughter. "You now 'Lizbeth dear, kiss my rocks." "Yes, daddy!" she said, smiling. Now his daughter were very enthusiastic about this! She covered his ballsack in kisses, every bit of it, and then she opened wide such that she took a testicle into her mouth! She held it there, looking up at her daddy with big blue eyes and sucking. Now I ain't never seen a girl suck on a testicle before like this, and I must say it looked right nice. I noted to myself that I just do this for Dunlap one day! "Lucy," he says once Eliza had sucked on his other ball as well, "open your mouth just as wide as you can." Little Lucy opened wide. Now the man and Eliza together both rubbed his thick cock good as Lucy wrapped her little lips around him as best she could. He petted her hair and her cheeks and told her how pretty she was. "You're such a pretty girl, Lucy," he says. "So good and beautiful." Flannery held her head tight when his orgasm came, making sure the little girl took all his seed into her mouth and instructing her to swallow when he were done. [If you like this story--or if you don't like it!--please consider leaving a comment at my erotic fiction web site, http://www.asstr.org/~Chris_Hailey. Thanks!]