The Wagon
By Pussywillow
M/g Cons, Rom
      
Disclaimer: This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains 
depictions of sexual encounters between adults and children. If this type thing 
bothers you then you should stop reading now. However if you recognize the 
beauty of such loving and consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you 
enjoy.
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Here you are, a little girl going out west with your mother and father, and 
suddenly they get sick and die leaving you all alone.
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Preface

      I was on a hunting trip, and was wandering around this particular farm 
area looking for rabbits. 
      Quite often along the edge of a farmer's field is one of the best places to 
find them. They build their dens a ways away and then go into the farmer's field 
for food. 
      As I was walking along looking for one of the furry creatures, I, all of a 
sudden, spotted something quite unusual against an embankment, so I walked 
over there to investigate, and realized that I was looking at what appeared to be 
the ruins of an old sod hut that had probably been left by a settler way back 
around the middle eighteen hundreds. The rain had washed most of it away until 
there were only just parts of the walls left, and I believed that in just a few more 
years, it will finally be all completely washed away.
      I went in what there was of it, but there wasn't much to be found until I 
happened to see something that caught my eye sticking out of the back wall of the 
hut where the dirt had washed away. So I took my knife and picked at it, and lo 
and behold, I uncovered an old rusty box of some sort. 
      I finally removed it from it's burial place and found that it was a very old 
rusty tin box that seemed to have something inside and when I finally pried it 
open and looked inside, I found what appeared to be a diary, a quill pen, and 
some dried up ink in a small bottle. Upon closer examination, it appeared to have 
been the diary of a girl. 
      What was left of it was very fragile and the handwriting was so faded as 
to be just barely legible. So I took it home with me as I figured that it would be 
very interesting to try to read what was in it.
      Over the next several months, in my spare time, I transcribed the diary 
over into my computer. When I was finally done, I realized that it represented a 
section of the life of a girl settler for almost eleven years starting from the time 
when she was only nine, when her parents decided to move west.
      Since it would have taken up volumes of sometimes rather boring and 
repetitious passages, I decided to condense the diary down into a more readable 
form, and I also decided to put it more into more of a story form so as to make it 
more interesting while leaving in the original wording as much as I could and 
fictionalizing parts of it to try to make it a little more interesting, and to try to fill 
in what I believed had actually transpired, but never the less, the basic true story is 
still there.
      After I was through, I believed that it gave a good cross-section of this 
girl's very interesting life.
      
Chapter 1
      This is the diary of Jenny Harrison, My age right now is nine years old, 
and I was born October 7, 1841
      
      Today, June 14, 1850. Mom and dad are finishing outfitting the wagon 
and getting supplies for the trip west. Mother saw this diary in a supply store and 
bought it just for me because she knows how much I love to write. I am very 
happy she got it for me, and now I can record all of the exciting adventures of our 
trip. 
      
      June 16. We finally got started this morning, and I was all excited. But by 
the end of the day, I wished that I had stayed home. That wagon is so bumpy, 
that I don't know how anything will ever survive the trip.
      
      June 22. As the days pass, it has been nothing but a very boring bumpy 
trip for me. I have the choice of either riding in the wagon, or walking along with 
dad and our dog Shep. I did both. In the evening after we stopped, dad would 
build a fire, and mom would try to cook some sort of a dinner for us. Mom and 
dad slept under the wagon while I slept inside.
      
      July 15. Dad didn't feel well today and he couldn't walk. So mom 
walked while dad tried to guide the two oxen we have pulling the wagon. 
      
      July 16. Dad had a fever this morning, and between mom and I, we got 
him into the wagon. 
      
      July 18. This morning, mom wasn't feeling very good either, so we 
decided to continue to camp by this stream that we are at until they both feel 
better.
      
      July 19. This morning, when I went to examine them, I saw that both of 
them had a very bad fever, so I tried to cook some food for all of us. It was a 
mess, but never the less, it filled our stomachs. I was also glad that mom had 
unhitched the two bulls so that they could wander around and feed themselves.
      
      July 23. As we are still camped here, mom and dad seemed to be getting 
worse instead of better.
      
      July 24. When I got up this morning, I found them both dead. So I have 
been just sitting here and crying my eyes out over them dying on me and now I 
feel so scared about being left all alone way out here in the middle of nowhere, 
and I just don't know what to do.
      I found that they were way too heavy for me to try to move them out of 
the wagon, so I had to leave them there. I tried to rehitch the bulls to the wagon 
but I found that I just wasn't big and strong enough, so I finally had to leave 
them alone. 
      
      July 26. As I am staying here waiting for someone to come along and help 
me, I don't know what else to do. But I sure am hoping that someone will come 
by and help me soon.
      
      July 28. This morning, I found that the bulls had wandered off, and now I 
don't know where they are. The bodies of mom and dad are now stinking so bad 
that I hate to even go near the wagon. Oh how I wish someone would hurry up 
and come by so that they can help me.
      
      July 29. Last night, the fire went out and when I tried to restart it, I 
couldn't do it. I tried and tried, but nothing I did seemed to work. I tried to eat 
some of the flour and the dried beans raw but it just didn't work.
      
      July 30. This morning I woke up real hungry and I also realized that poor 
old Shep, also being very hungry, had wandered off somewhere, and I don't 
know where he went to. 
      I finally got up the courage, and I held my nose and went through the 
wagon looking for something to eat, but I just couldn't find anything that I didn't 
have to cook.
      
      July 31. I have been here without any food for three days now and I feel 
very week, and I have been crying a lot over the death of my poor parents and my 
predicament. But I will faithfully keep writing in my diary until I no longer have 
the strength to do so. 
      About the middle of the afternoon, I heard a wagon coming, and when the 
wagon stopped, this man got down, and said, "Good golly child, you sure look 
absolutely terrible, what happened here?" 
      I went crying to him, and told him all about my parents dying of a fever, 
and all I had to eat for several days, was just some raw flour.
      I knew that he could smell them from where we were, and said, "Well, I 
figure that the best that we can do, is to salvage what items that we can out of the 
wagon and then burn it. I can't take very much more in my wagon because I've 
got it filled with supplies. 
      Now I suppose that you will probably want to come along with me, 
because if I left you here, you'll most probably die of either wild animals or 
starvation." 
      I was now so desperate that I replied, "Oh yes, please mister. I don't want 
to be left way out here all alone." 
      I then heard him say, "Well, since you seem to be immune to whatever it 
was that your folks had, so why don't you go get what you can from the wagon, 
and then we'll have to burn the rest of it."
      I bravely went back over to the wagon and got several items out of it 
including all of my clothes, and dad's gun, and some blankets and pillows. 
      In the meantime, I noticed that the stranger built a little campfire. 
      After I had gotten everything out of the wagon that I could, he handed 
me a burning stick, and told me, "Now you go over and set the wagon on fire. 
That way, your folks will be cremated, and we won't have to go through the 
wretched ordeal of trying to bury them. 
      As I took the burning stick and walked tearfully over to the wagon, I 
realized that I was now about to burn up everything that I had ever known; 
wiping out my whole past except for what few possessions that I had salvaged, 
also cremating both my mother's and father's bodies. 
      I found a good place to catch the wagon on fire, and then I ran back to the 
stranger, and he wrapped his arms around me as I sat on his lap and bawled while 
I watched it burn. I just sat there and cried and cried as I watched everything that 
was my whole world, gradually being consumed by the flames. 
      Finally, when it was all over, all that was left were just some smoldering 
ruins and ashes.
      In the meantime, I noticed that the stranger was making a meal for the two 
of us, and we ate dinner as I continued to watch the smoldering ruins of what was 
once my whole world. 
      As I sat there and cried and cried, I felt the stranger put his arms around 
me and say, "I'm sorry little girl, but such is life. You must accept the fact that life 
will always be changing. I know that this is a sudden huge loss and a very sudden 
big change for a little girl like you, but you must now put it all behind you, and 
just try to remember all the good times of the past as you look forward to the 
future.
      After a while, I tried to remember what the stranger said as I finally dried 
my tears. 
      As we sat around the campfire, he said, "I guess that we really didn't 
properly meet yet. My name's Mike and I'm twenty five years old. What's 
yours?" 
      "Jenny, Jenny Harrison." 
      "How old are you?" 
      "I'm nine, I'll be ten in October." 
      Then Mike said, "I have a spread about a days travel from here for which 
I'm bringing some more supplies in my wagon. You're very lucky that I just 
happened to come this way and see you. You were a little off the beaten track and 
that's probably the reason why no one else found you before this. Since there isn't 
anyone around these parts where I could possibly leave you, I guess that I'll have 
to take you along with me. So, if you think that you can put up with man like me, 
I'll be more than glad to have you stay with me if you wish, or I can even take 
you into town and leave you with someone there next time I go." 
      At this point I was real desperate, and right now I felt just like I was 
barely holding onto life with just my fingernails. But Mike looked like a very 
likable sort of a person that probably could be a good daddy for me. So I replied, 
"Mike, it looks like I don't have any other choice but to go with you, and I'll try 
to be as helpful as I can if you want to put up with a little girl like me." 
      "Well, now don't you fret none. I'll be right glad to have you. Besides, I 
need someone to talk to anyway. You see, my wife died last year, and it gets 
pretty darned lonely out here sometimes."
      When it got dark, we laid down on the ground rolled up in a blanket, and 
went to sleep.
      
      August 1. At the first crack of dawn, I heard birds calling to each other, 
and somehow I felt real strange, like I had just left one world and had been 
suddenly transported way over into another as I watched Mike rebuild the 
campfire and cook us a quick breakfast.
      He finally got his wagon reloaded, got his team hooked up, and off we 
went as I realized that I was now facing a whole brand new world all spread out 
before me. 
      It seemed almost like watching a play. Where they closed the curtains on 
one scene, and reopen them back up to an entirely new scene.
      As we traveled along, I told him all about my life. How my dad was 
having trouble growing anything on his farm back home, and wanted to travel 
west in hopes of finding a better place. 
      Mike told me that he had just married his wife when they had traveled 
west to start a new life. They were homesteading a plot of land, and had gotten 
the farm going fairly well, and were even thinking about to building a new house, 
when his wife died of childbirth complications about a year ago.
      
Chapter 2
      
      When we finally arrived at Mike's farm, I saw row after row of different 
vegetables growing out in the field, and beyond that was a big field of wheat. 
      There was also a corral for the horses and cows, and there were quit a few 
chickens and ducks wandering around. The house was a sod house set up against 
an embankment. It was done that way so that it would be cool in the summer and 
warm in the winter. All it was just one big room with a bed in the back, and a 
kitchen on one side, shelves on the other side, and a table in the middle. He had 
also laid a plank floor on the ground so that we could keep our feet clean. There 
were three glass windows, one on each side of the door, and one where the 
kitchen was. 
      There was also a natural spring coming out of the hillside near the house, 
and that was where we got our water from. Near the other side of the house was 
an outhouse.
      On the other side of the spring, he had a sod storehouse where he kept all 
of his farming supplies and equipment.
      I tried to help him unload the wagon, and then he unhitched the team and 
put the horses in the corral, and we finally went on inside. I noticed that he had a 
small cast iron stove to cook on, and he got it started. 
      As we sat at the table and ate dinner, he said, "Well Jenny, I guess that 
you're home now in your new house with your new daddy now. How does it 
feel?" 
      I replied, "I'm frightened - very frightened, but I guess that I'm real glad 
to even be alive right now, and I'm surly grateful to you for taking me in." 
      Then Mike replied, "Well, I'm glad that I now have someone to talk to. 
Heck, I was thinking that after I got my crops in, I was going to go out and prowl 
around for a woman of some sort, but they're pretty scarce around here. Heck, to 
tell you the truth, I felt like I was about to go out of my mind with no one to talk 
to. But now I have you." 
      I guess, from what Mike had told me, I realized that maybe we both really 
needed each other after all, and that I believe he was about as glad to have me as I 
was to have him. He seemed like a very nice man of twenty-five, about seven 
years younger than my dad, and I felt very much at ease with him already. 
      But when it came time to go to sleep, I saw that Mike was in some 
confusion about where we would sleep, since there was only one double bed in 
the house. After much thinking on his part, he put me in the bed while he slept on 
the floor next to it.
      
      August 2. This morning, mike said that he would have to make some other 
arrangements about sleeping. 
      As I thought about our sleeping arrangements, I realized that this small sod 
house was really too small to fit another bed into, so I told him, "Heck, since I'm 
just a little girl, the bed should be plenty big enough for the two of us, why don't 
we both just go ahead and sleep in it?"
      After breakfast, Mike went on out to tend to his fields and the livestock 
while I snooped all around the cabin and tried in someway to make myself useful.
      I now realized that although I was still only nine, I knew that I had to 
somehow try to do away with being just a child and somehow try to take on some 
of the responsibilities of a grown up now because of my brand new life style way 
out here in the middle of nowhere without my mom and dad.
      Tonight, when it came time to go to bed, I suddenly realized that there 
was absolutely no privacy in the house for the two of us, and no matter how much 
we tried to avoid it, I knew that we were going to see each other in different 
states of undress anyway, so why not just learn to just go ahead and live with it. 
      As I got myself ready for bed, I bravely went ahead and striped off all of 
my clothing except for my pantalets. Of course, I was now really quite 
embarrassed, because no one except mom had ever seen me in this state of undress 
before, and now I saw Mike sitting there taking off his boots when he looked up 
at me. I managed to look back at him as I heard him say, "Hmmm, you're a little 
on the scrawny side, but you're still a pretty nice looking little girl anyway." 
      I nervously smiled at him as I pulled my nightgown down over my head 
and then pulled down my pantalets and stepped out of them. 
      I then watched as Mike just stripped down to his underpants, and we both 
slipped into bed. 
      After we were in bed, we just laid there as we talked and giggled about 
our modesty and other assorted items.
       After a while, I somehow felt a great urge to cuddle with him. I used to 
do that with mother whenever I needed a little comforting, and I knew that I 
certainly really needed it now. But since I had lost my parents, I knew that I no 
longer had anyone to cuddle with except Mike. 
      As I felt Mike lying there next to me and because of my now very 
overwhelming desire to be cuddled, I finally slid myself on over to where he was, 
pressing my back against him. I then I felt him put an arm around me. 
      His arm felt so good that I grabbed his great big arm and just held it there 
against me as I now felt his big nice warm body all cuddled up against me as I felt 
like I was now in a real nice warm secure cocoon with him protecting me from all 
the cares of the world, and that's when I now felt so much more relaxed and 
protected. I guess if I were able to purr like a kitten, I certainly would have done 
so at that moment.
      
      August 3. All of a sudden I felt him move, and as I woke up, I realized 
that it was morning already. Wow, the night sure went fast. 
      Then I heard him say, "Hey little girl, its morning already. It's time to get 
up."
      As I felt him flip the covers off of us, I realized that my nightgown had 
ridden up quite a ways on me and I now had a very bare hip exposed to his sight. 
But I quickly pulled it down as I heard him say, "My, you're such a pretty little 
girl." 
      As I looked at him, it looked like he had something tenting his underpants. 
All they were was just his long johns without the top. I remembered seeing my 
father in them before, but the front of his didn't tent out like Mike's did.
      We finally got dressed and got breakfast out of the way, and I saw him 
getting ready to head on out so that he could tend to the live stock and his fields 
while I tried to straighten up the cabin, and figure a way to wash some clothes. 
Mike showed me how his wife had done it, and I did get some of them washed, 
and hung out on the line before the day ended. 
      Here I was trying to do all of that work with both a dress and petticoats 
on. Why they were so cumbersome that I started wondering how in the world my 
mother could ever work with all of that clothing on. Then I got thinking about just 
where we were, and I soon came to the realization that way out here, there was 
absolutely no one around that was going to see us for miles and miles, and I 
doubted that he ever got more than one visitor a year being way out here in the 
middle of nowhere, and that's when I realized that Mike had already seen me 
with just my pantalets on, So I saw no reason for putting on all of those extra 
clothes. 
      One of the reasons for my decision was trying to wash petticoats and 
dresses. That was very hard work. So I decided that because it was warm enough, 
I would just dress in my pantalets and a top, and forget about all of the rest of the 
clothes. 
      I very quickly found out that it's kind of hard being just a little girl trying 
to do a grown-up's work.
      
      August 4. When Mike came back from the fields this afternoon that was 
how he found me. He laughed at my getup and said, "Wow, you look just like one 
of them real sexy dance hall girls running around in just your underpants. Why are 
you dressed that way in the first place?" 
      I had to explain, "Well, since I'm still just a little girl, washing all of those 
petticoats and dresses takes an awful lot of work, and besides, who's going to see 
me except you, and you've already seen me this way anyway." 
      I then heard him reply, "Well, from the way you put it, I guess you're 
right. That reminds me, all my wife ever wore was just a single petticoat and a top.
      During dinner, he said, "it's pretty warm outside still, and I need a bath, 
and I bet you probably need one also. Lets heat up the tub and take baths." 
      I knew that I was pretty ripe myself, because I hadn't had a bath ever 
since I started out on my dad and mom's trip, so I replied, "That sounds like a 
great idea." 
      We used the same washtub that we washed clothes in, and it was situated 
in a way that he could build a fire under it to heat up the water. 
      After we had gotten through eating, he went out and built a fire under the 
tub, and poured in some water while I cleaned up the dishes.
      When he had it ready, he came in and said, "Now who is going to take a 
bath first?" 
      He finally talked me into taking the first one. So we went out, and he 
showed me the way he did it, and then he removed the fire from underneath the 
tub, and said, "I'll go on inside the house while you bathe. But holler when you're 
all through." 
      After he went into the house, I took off my pantalets and top and climbed 
in. Wow, that really felt good. So I washed my hair, and then my whole body. 
Oooo, that felt so good to just lay there in all of that real nice warm water. 
      Finally, I got out, and dried myself and put my pantalets back on. Then I 
called for Mike. He came out and dumped the water, and then built a new fire 
under the tub and refilled it with water. So I went inside while he bathed. 
      It was getting pretty dark when he finally came back inside, and I 
mentioned how nice I felt getting a whole month's worth of sweat and grime off 
of me, and he agreed with me.
      Since there wasn't much else to do, I went ahead and put on my 
nightgown, slipped my pantalets off, and then got in bed while he undressed and 
crawled in with just his underpants on. 
      As soon as he got settled, I scooted up next to him just as I had done the 
night before. He didn't seem to object as I felt him put his arm around me and 
hug me again just like he had done the night before. Oh, it felt so good just lying 
there in bed while being all cuddled up to him this way because he seemed so 
kind and so gentle, and he was the one who had even saved my life way out here 
in the middle of nowhere.
      Because he had rescued me and let me live here with him, I felt that I 
owed him something. But since I was just a small orphan girl with no one but him 
to take care of me, I knew that I now very desperately wanted and needed his 
love and comfort to try to take the place of my own parents - especially being 
way out here in the middle of nowhere.
      
      August 8. For several nights now, we continued going to bed this way 
while I continued squeezing his arm up against me so that I could continue to feel 
his whole body seemingly encase me, and make me feel real secure. 
      But tonight, As we laid there, I heard him say, "You know, with you 
being here all cuddled next to me, it almost feels like I still have my own wife 
back here next to me, except you're so much shorter and smaller than she was." 
      I then felt his hand lightly rub all around on my body. 
      For some reason, his hand seemed to feel real good to me as he rubbed it 
around on me like that and I felt like I really liked what he was doing, so I just 
laid there and let him continue. 
      After a while, I felt his hand go on down over my hip and on down my 
leg. But when I felt it come slowly back up, I was shocked as I felt his hand was 
now on my bare leg underneath my nightgown. 
      But then as I realized that feeling his hand there on my bare body really 
did feel strangely real nice and good. So I just went ahead and let him continue, 
realizing that there was no one around for miles and miles and that we could now 
do most anything we wanted to together as he seemed to wake up some very 
funny exciting feelings way down inside of me, and the more I felt him caress my 
bare skin between my waist and my legs, the greater those real nice funny feelings 
seemed to get. 
      Soon, I liked what he was doing to me so much that I even turned around 
so that I could kiss him. 
      But when I turned around, I felt my whole nightgown travel clear on up 
above my waist, and when he wrapped his arms around me, his hands were still 
underneath my nightgown right on my bare skin. 
      It was when he gave me a very gentle kiss back that I realized that his 
hands being on my bare skin seemed to now feel so good that I just let him 
continue to do whatever he wanted. 
      Pretty soon, I felt his hand actually press against my bare bottom. OH MY 
GOSH! He had his hand right there - right up against that very private part of me. 
But then, for some reason, I now felt like I really liked feeling his hand there, and 
because of that, I kissed him even harder as I felt him continue to caress me all 
around on my now very bare bottom, and as he did it, I got to thinking about just 
where I was and how far away we were from anyone else, and also how I felt like 
I was also beholden to him. So I just went ahead and let him do anything to me he 
wanted.  
      But then, all of a sudden, I felt him take his hand away and say, "Oh, I'm 
sorry Jenny. I really didn't mean to do that. But I do miss my wife so much that I 
guess that I just got carried away. Somehow I just forgot that you're still just a 
little girl and I shouldn't be doing all those things to you. Here, you get back over 
on your side of the bed and we'll go to sleep." 
      But then, all of a sudden, I realized that if I did that, I was now going to 
miss out on all of this wonderful wild cuddling that he was giving me, so I 
replied, "No Mike! I really liked what you were doing to me. It felt so nice and so 
good, and besides I really love you." 
      I then heard him say, "Y-You really didn't mind what I did?" 
      Although I knew that I was still just a little girl, I did have a good idea of 
what grownups did to each other, and I was also trying very hard to try to be even 
more grown up myself as I realized that I wanted so much to somehow please him 
in any way that I could. I knew that he really missed his wife, and also knowing 
that there was just the two of us way out here in the middle of nowhere with no 
one else around to say otherwise, I found it now very pleasurable and really quite 
naughty and daring to actually feel all of his attentions on my still very small 
immature body. 
      That's when I felt a real funny excitement go all through me, and I knew 
just what was about to happen as I dared to say, "Mike, why don't you just go 
ahead and play just like I'm your wife. I think that I would really like that." 
      "Oh Jenny, you don't mean it?" 
      "Oh yes I do. You went and saved my life, and besides I think that you 
are such a nice kind and gentle man, and I now love you so much that I really 
want you to go ahead and play with me just like I'm your wife." 
      He said nothing, but then I felt him hug me again as I felt him start to pull 
my nightgown on up and take it off of me. As he did so, I knew that I was now 
headed towards a very new and also maybe a very exciting intimate adventure 
with him that was normally reserved just for married people, and from what he 
had just done to me, I knew that it would also be a very brand new exciting 
adventure for me also since I had never had anyone ever touch me like that ever 
before. 
      So I helped him get the nightgown on up over my head, and now I found 
myself lying there completely naked right there against him. Wow, this was sure 
making me feel real funny and quite naughty all over. But I now found that I 
really loved all of that funny excitement I was getting from feeling his big hands 
rubbing all over my now naked body. 
      I then felt his hand move back down to my bottom again, and then slowly 
travel all around my hip, and back over to my bottom again as I now felt myself 
actually start to shake with an excitement I had never known before, and that's 
when I even rolled over on my back. 
      Then, as I felt his hand continue moving all over my body, I soon felt it 
move on down to in-between my legs and felt it slide right on down over the very 
front of my pussy. (that's what that big girl at school called it.) Why, just feeling 
his hand down there now really sent strange and real wild fantastic feelings 
screaming all through my body. 
      Because I had invited him to do so, I must admit that it really did feel so 
good that I just unconsciously spread my legs real wide apart for him while I felt 
his hand slide right on down to cover my whole pussy area. 
      OH! The shock of feeling his hand down there, right against my most 
private area really sent a whole bunch of real wild feelings screaming all through 
my whole body as I realized that if it had ever happened at another time, I would 
have kicked and screamed holy bloody murder. But right now his hand felt so 
great, that I felt my whole body just seem to tense up against a sudden explosion 
of real wild sexual feelings that I felt go all through me. But then as I felt his hand 
continue to rub me down there, I now realized that it now felt so wild and so 
good that I even felt my whole body now completely relax again as I continued to 
feel all of those brand new real wild strange wonderful feelings he was making me 
have, go all through my now trembling body, and with each rub of his hand I 
realized that I now no longer wanted him to take his hand away. 
      By now, I could feel myself shaking like a leaf from all the sexual 
excitement he was making me have as I felt both his hands and body actually 
trembling against me also while I felt his hand still moving all over my pussy. Why 
I even rubbed my hand all over the back of his hand and wrist just to reassure him 
that I really liked what his hand was doing to me down there so he wouldn't take 
it away. 
      Then after a while, I felt his fingers start exploring all over my pussy area 
as I felt one of his fingers go in between the lips of my pussy, and eventually press 
up against that funny little button up in front. 
      By now, I could feel my sexual feelings growing so great that I now felt 
just like I was on fire. But it was a fire that he had kindled inside of me, and the 
more his fingers kept kneading against my pussy, the hotter that fire seemed to 
become as I tried to kiss him, and he kissed me back with a fervor that I had never 
known before. Although I had never kissed anyone except my own mother and 
father before, I greedily accepted his kisses as I tried to kiss him back the same 
way that he was kissing me.
      Pretty soon, his fingers were making me feel so good, that I felt this most 
wonderful sexual explosion that seemed to just come all over me. Feelings that I 
had never known before just seemed to grip up my whole body right on up in its 
grasp, and it just seemed to hold me there as I now felt like I was riding on a 
cloud of absolutely wonderful sexual feelings that just seemed to grip my whole 
body and whiz me through space with the most wondrous feelings that I ever felt 
in my whole life. 
      But then as I felt all of the muscles in my body start to slowly relax again, 
I just unconsciously flopped back down on the bed from my most unusual and 
wonderful sexual ride, and I realized that it was a little while before I could even 
regain my composure again. 
      I then heard Mike ask, "Are you all right?" 
      At that moment, I still couldn't say anything, so I just gave him a big hug 
and tried to kiss him all over his face. 
      Then, I thought to myself, 'If he caused me that much pleasure. I wonder 
how he would feel if I did that to him?' So, I did something that I had never ever 
before even dreamed of or even dared to do before - I put my hand down and 
grasped that tent that I could feel inside his underpants. 
      I guess that my hand was there for only just a few seconds before I felt 
him freeze up and the whole area where I was grasping suddenly became quite 
wet. 
      He then quickly jumped out of bed, and I could faintly see from the 
filtering moonlight, that it looked like he took off his underpants and went over 
and washed himself down there, and then a few moments later, he got back 
beneath the covers again. 
      I felt him again wrap his arms around me and hug me as I could now feel 
his now whole naked body right against mine. Wow! That felt so wild and so 
good that I wanted to just lay there like that forever.
      Then I felt him guide my hand down until I could feel a real hairy area, 
and something that felt like a big fat rod that felt very hard on the inside but 
really quite soft on the outside. I presumed that this was his sexual equipment as I 
remembered seeing our bull with one of our cows back home, and what the bull 
did to the cow. But I had never seen a man's before, but it had been described to 
me by that girl I knew back home though. 
      I guess that he seemed to really like my hand there, because I felt him 
again caressing me with his hands as I ran my hands all over it, trying to feel just 
what it looked like. 
      Presently, I felt his hand go back in-between my legs again, and I guess 
that he wanted to give me as much pleasure as I was hoping that I was giving him. 
But he didn't even try to give me another one of those wonderful sensations, but 
just kept his hand down there against my pussy. But then I realized that It felt so 
good that I felt that he could leave his hand down there all night if he wanted to.
      After a while I heard him say, "I want you to do something for me." 
      So we both got out of bed and had me sit beside him. Then, as I watched 
in the moonlight, he got his underpants that were lying on the floor, and then he 
took my hand and showed me just how to put it on his big long thing that I could 
now just very faintly see from what moonlight that was filtering through the 
window.
      He then showed me how to stroke it. So after I started doing what he 
wanted, I felt him hug me to him, and I felt really very funny sitting there just 
moving my hand back and forth on his great big hard pee-pee. But pretty soon, I 
felt him freeze up and I heard him grunt as I saw something shoot out of his big 
thing while I kept on very dutifully doing what he wanted me to do. 
      Presently I felt his thing go soft in my hand, so I took my hand away. 
      As we just sat there, I put my arms around him and hugged him. I also 
realized that I also really liked running my hands all over his naked muscular 
body, and as I was doing that, I heard him ask, "I know that you're only nine 
years old, but I just can't help it. I have men's needs, and from all of what we 
have been doing tonight, I've really enjoyed it almost better than when I had my 
own wife with me... Will you marry me? I would feel much better about what we 
were doing to each other if you would." 
      I was now really taken aback by what he had just asked. But then I 
realized that living way out here in the wilderness with no one else around for 
miles and miles, could do a lot of strange things to a person as I also realized that 
back home, if someone were ever to try to put their hands in-between my legs, I 
would have fought him with everything I had while I screamed holy bloody 
murder. 
      But I was not there - I was here, and I now realized that what had just 
transpired between us was a very deep craving for human affection between the 
two of us. I knew he was my savior, in respect that he had found me just in time 
to save me from starving to death, and he had also endowed on me the comforts 
of a home, care, kindness, and love. And I to him? Heck, I was probably just 
another mouth to feed and also probably a very poor substitute for his poor 
deceased wife. But I guess that I was at least someone for him to talk to, to try to 
love, and also to try to help in someway to satisfy both his sexual and emotional 
urges. 
      But I then realized that I so loved this man at this moment, that I 
immediately said, "Yes, I want to," because I knew that I wanted very much to be 
attached to him in some way. But I knew that this was really quite absurd with me 
being only nine. But, in spit of being still just a little girl, I really did like all of 
what he had done to me tonight though, and I guess he liked what I had done to 
him also. 
      He then got up and lit a lamp. When the lamp was finally lit, I could now 
see him in all of his naked glory as much as I believed that he could now also see 
me.
      I watched as he then got a bible out. It had the words for a wedding 
ceremony in it, and he started reading it. At the right parts, I said yes, and then he 
went over to a chest and got a little box out. I then saw him lift out a ring, and put 
it on my finger. But it fit so loosely that it wouldn't stay on. But I heard him say, 
"I'm sorry Jenny, but this is the best that I can do for right now. Next time when 
we go into town, I'll have someone fix it so that it will stay on." I replied, "I 
understand Mike, maybe if I tie a string around it and wear it around my neck." 
He agreed to that, and then he picked me up and put me on his naked lap. 
      As he hugged me, he then told me how much he loved me. 
      Because of the sexual feelings I was getting, I felt that I really loved 
sitting there naked in his naked lap with his bare skin pressing against mine. But it 
was all so new and so exciting. But since he had awakened up my sexual feelings, 
I now felt that it was driving me sexually crazy as I had never ever dreamed of 
feeling like this ever before. 
      This evening had been such a fantastical first for me that as I found myself 
now in a very new fantastical sexual world with him, I now realized that we were 
now going to keep on doing all of these sexual things with each other tomorrow 
and the next day, and on and on; just like my own parents most probably did with 
each other when they got married.
      We finally went back to bed, and I cuddled up to him as he put his arm 
around me, and we finally went to sleep. 
      
      August 9. When we both woke up, we both looked at each other and 
smiled. I was still all excited from what we had done last night, so I threw the 
covers off of us, and laid myself down on top of him and started kissing him. I 
realized that from last night, there should be no more secrets between us, and I, 
very excitedly wanted to examine all of his equipment to see just what a man 
really looked like down there. I guess that I've had this strong curiosity hidden 
very deep inside of me ever since I realized that there were two sexes.
      So I sat up and then sat myself down on his legs. 
      Now, there just before me, in all of its most glorious form, was all of his 
manly equipment. I also noticed that his thing, his pole, or rod, or weapon, or 
whatever it was, was standing straight up at attention. So I wrapped my hand 
around it and started examining and playing with it as I heard him say, "Oh you 
little sexy imp you." 
      But he went ahead and let me have my way with his wondrous manly 
equipment for awhile while I poked, squeezed, touched, and anything else I could 
think of just to satisfy my now very burning curiosity.
      After a while, I then felt him grab me and place me on my back on the bed 
and then spread my legs wide apart. I then saw him look at me and then touch all 
over my very private parts for a bit. I guess that he was almost as curious as I was, 
and I was absolutely shocked and surprised at myself of actually feeling really 
quite excited and most honored to actually show him just what the most private 
area of my body really looked like down there. 
      Then the next thing I knew, he had his head buried down there in-between 
my legs. Oh, the shock of suddenly feeling the invasion of my poor pussy by both 
his mouth and tongue almost took all the breath out of me. But as he continued 
doing that to me, I quickly felt like I just couldn't get enough of what he was 
doing to me down there as I felt my sexual feelings very quickly rise and soar, and 
I just couldn't help but squeal and screech with joy as I felt all of those most 
wonderful fantastic sexual feelings that he was giving me, just seem to scream all 
through my poor pussy and all through my whole body as I felt my butt bounce all 
around while I even tried to shove my pussy even more against his mouth.
      At this moment, I realized that I did not want him to ever stop what he 
was doing to me as I felt my sexual feelings continue to rise and soar until they 
got so great, that I felt my whole body just freeze on up into another one of those 
great fantastic sexual explosions that seemed to go all through my whole body, 
and I again felt myself whizzing through space seemingly encased in that most 
wondrous feeling. 
      But as it all too soon went away, I felt myself just slump back down on 
the bed again, but then as I continued to feel his mouth still slurping all around 
against my pussy down there, I very excitedly felt it all start coming back again, 
and again I felt my whole body freeze up once again as I felt myself again go 
whizzing through space encased in all of those wonderful sexual feelings again. 
Why I even felt muscles that I never knew I had down there before contract and 
contract inside of me. This continued on over and over until my whole body was 
so immersed in all of those feelings that I felt like I could stand it no longer, and 
then everything went black.
      When I awoke, I found myself sitting on his lap. So I put my arms around 
him and kissed him as I said, "Oh Mike. You made me feel so good that I must 
have fainted." 
      Then, I absolutely shocked myself as I suddenly heard these words come 
out of my mouth, "Can I do that to you now?" I just couldn't believe what I had 
just asked, as I heard him ask, "Are you sure you want to do that to me?" 
      So I replied, "Well, you did it to me didn't you?" Those words also 
surprised me, and I now realized that I had just committed myself to something 
that I knew not what.
       He said nothing more as I now realized just what my blabbery mouth had 
committed me to do. So I went ahead and slipped off of his lap and then knelt 
down on the floor in-between his legs, and played with his most wondrous male 
equipment again. 
      Then, very frightened and with a lot of hesitancy on what I was about to 
do, I carefully put my mouth down over the end of his big hard thing. 
      As I felt the end of his big thing inside my mouth, I felt that special 
softness and yet the hardness of his weapon, and that was when I felt an 
excitement go all through me that seemed to even urge me ever onward with this 
most unusual sexual mission of mine, and suddenly, it now seemed like the most 
exciting thing in the world for me to do right then as I again lowered myself and 
took this strange appendage of his inside my mouth. 
      I then took my mouth away and looked at this strange thing again as I 
realized that I was having the most intimate intimacy that I could ever think of 
with him, and then I put my mouth back down over it again. As I looked back up 
at Mike to see how he liked it. But all I could see was just a blank stare on his face 
as he looked down at me. So, I continued to run my mouth and tongue all over it. 
      I knew that this strange huge tool of his was where he got all of his sexual 
feelings from, and I knew that as I sucked on it, he had to be getting a whole lot 
of those sexual feelings from my mouth just like he had done to me. So I watched 
his face as I continued on sucking and running my tongue all around it. I noticed 
that he had the most odd expression that I ever saw, and as I continued, I could 
see that something was about to happen, and then as I heard him grunt, I felt him 
freeze up just as he squirted a whole bunch of that mysterious fluid, that I knew 
not what, very forcibly right into my mouth. 
      As the stuff very quickly filled my mouth, I didn't know what to do with 
it, so I tried to swallow it. But then I realized that I was too late as felt him again 
squirt more and more while I continued to try to swallow at least some of it. But 
as it seemed to fill my mouth so quickly, I even felt a whole bunch of it flow back 
out and down my chin. 
      Finally, he quit squirting, but then, I very dutifully continued on sucking 
on his sexual weapon until I finally felt it start to deflate again. 
      Afterwards, I raised my head back up and smiled at him as I asked, "did 
you like what I did to you?" 
      "Oh my darling Jenny, you'll never know how much I liked that. Oh, I 
want you to be my darling forever and ever.
      I guess that I did the right thing all right, and although I realized that I 
really did enjoy doing what I did trying to make him feel so good, I could also tell 
that I had really sexually satisfied him, and that he now really loved me. That was 
all that I ever really wanted - was to love and be loved. 
      I finally got my mouth cleaned up and then we had breakfast. 
      We actually had breakfast in the nude. It felt so funny and so weird and 
so exciting to be walking all around inside the cabin right in front of Mike 
completely naked. But at that moment I now felt somehow so free and so at ease 
from being naked right in front of him that I just couldn't believe it, and that's 
when I realized that he was the only one in my whole life that I was ever naked in 
front of except my mother, and that was when I was much younger. 
      At that moment, I realized that I had never ever dreamed of the kind of 
relationship that I found myself in with Mike at this moment. But it all happened 
so fast, and it was all so exciting that I shall never ever forget not even one little 
bit of it for the rest of my life.
      Eventually we did get dressed and I went out to do some laundry, while 
he tended the livestock and the fields.
      From then on, I now knew that he was my husband and I was his wife as I 
realized that he could now do anything to me that he wanted. So we carried on 
with our sexual adventures with each other with all the ardor, love, and 
enthusiasm that we could put into it, and I was well rewarded with just how well 
loved he made me feel.
      
CHAPTER 3
      
      October 2. Today we took our crop to town, which was many miles away. 
While we were in town, Mike and I went to man that did jewelry, and the jeweler 
advised him that my fingers would be growing very rapidly and he advised 
getting a girl's adjustable ring until I grew up. 
      He purchased it for me, and I wore that ring very proudly because it meant 
just how much he loved me, and his commitment to me.
      While we were in town, He also purchased some boys pants for me 
explaining that although I looked real cute and sexy, running around in my 
pantalets; they would protect me and my legs a whole lot better.
      
      October 7, 1851. Today I turned ten, and he gave me a little birthday 
party. I am now ten years old.
      All in all, Mike said that he did well from the crop. We made a little off of 
the vegetables, but it was mainly the wheat that he made his money from. 
      
      December 17. It was around Christmas time when I realized that 
something was missing on my body, so I asked him how babies were made. He 
explained the whole procedure to me, and I suddenly realized that that very 
sensitive part in my pussy was actually hiding a hole where his penis, as he called 
it, was supposed to go into in order to deposit his seed (that whitish gooey stuff 
that he shoots out). There, his seed would then come in contact with the woman's 
egg, and thereby produce a baby. I now knew that I was only a half of a woman, 
and I wanted Mike to have the whole of me so that he could enjoy me just as fully 
as he did his poor departed wife. So, without telling him, I worked on that piece 
of useless sensitive skin down in-between my legs with a tapered candle, and soon 
had it broken through and I now realized that my most private glory hole was now 
fully exposed and was now awaiting to be used by his penis. 
      I was really fascinated with this new toy that I had found on, or I must 
say, inside me, and I played with it for quite a while getting acquainted with this 
wondrous new toy of mine. But before I would allow Mike to play with it, I made 
a piece of wax approximately the same size as his weapon, which I carefully 
inserted just to make sure that his large pole could even fit into it.
      When I was satisfied that I thought that his penis would fit into this new 
wondrous hole that I had in me, I decided that I was going to surprise him with 
my special Christmas present.
      
      December 24. It is Christmas Eve, and tonight I am going to surprise him 
with my Christmas gift.
      The snow had drifted all around but we had a roaring fire going, and as 
we were lying in bed playing around with each other in the nude, I decided that I 
should give him his gift. I knew that if he played with me just right, I would get 
real juicy down there. So after I had him make me real nice and juicy, and also 
very sexually excited, I got on top of him, and I reached down and guided his 
beautiful manly weapon towards my pussy. 
      As I felt it start to go in, I worked it around to get his weapon slicked up 
with my juices when I heard him cry out, "Jenny! What are you doing?" 
      I replied with, "Merry Christmas Mike." 
      "But Jenny, I'll get you pregnant." 
      At that moment, I just plain didn't care, all I wanted was for him to enjoy 
me like a woman, so I replied, "I don't care, I just want to make you happy." 
      By that time I had his huge pole all the way inside me, and, Oh wow! His 
penis really seemed to fill me up, and I was now really glad that my hole could 
stretch out that far to accommodate him, and as I felt his weapon throb way up 
inside me, I realized that I was now feeling a whole bunch of brand new sexual 
feelings that I didn't know existed before. 
      I then felt him grab me by my bottom, and move me so that his wondrous 
weapon moved in and out of me over and over again. 
      As I felt his pole moving in and out, I could feel all sorts of real exciting 
sexual sensations screaming all through me from in-between my legs, and soon, I 
felt that great explosion of sexual feelings, and I could now feel all of those 
mysterious muscles inside my hole now working against his penis as I froze up 
into one of the most wondrous sexual sensations that I had ever had. Mike called 
it an orgasm.
      As I was recovering from that most wondrous onslaught upon my sexual 
feelings, I felt him tighten his grip upon me, and I now felt his seed shoot way up 
deep inside me. 
      As I felt his stuff shooting deep into of me, I realized that it felt so good 
that I felt myself freeze on up again into another one of those sexual explosions as 
I just laid there on top of him just screaming from pure sexual pleasure. 
      I guess that his weapon had finally run out of ammunition and, soon, I 
could then feel it gradually deflate and then slip back out of me. 
      But we continued on to just lay there in each other's arms, as he pulled me 
up so that he could kiss me. 
      After we had slobbered all over each other's mouths for a while, He finally 
said, "Oh my dear darling Jenny. You have just made me the happiest man on this 
earth from what you just did to me. I really love you with all my heart." 
      I replied, "Oh thank you Mike, I really love you too." 
      
      That started me on my life's career as being both a woman and a wife for 
my darling Mike. Since there wasn't much else to do during the winter except the 
usual housekeeping and cooking, he assaulted me with his weapon every time he 
could get it reloaded. Of course I was more than happy to accommodate him so 
that he could take his target practice inside my glory hole. 
      
      January 25, 1852. Mike finally decided that if I were going to get 
pregnant, it would have happened by now, so he decided to take advantage of the 
situation.
      
      April 15, 1852. As the months slipped by, Mike noticed that I had still not 
gotten pregnant. Because of that, he also realized that I had not yet had those 
monthly bleeding periods that grown women have. So I guess that he put two and 
two together, and realized that I would have to start having those monthly 
bleeding periods before I could get pregnant.
      Because of that, I believe that he was one of the happiest men in the 
world, in as much that he could assault me whenever he wished, and not have to 
worry at all about babies. Of course I was always more than happy to 
accommodate him, and we now occupied most of our free time, making both his 
weapon and my glory hole feel really quite happy.
      
CHAPTER 4
      
      As the years went by, the crops proved profitable, and Mike now had 
enough money saved to build a proper house with three bedrooms. We finally 
moved into the large house and used the sod house for a storehouse, but I still 
keep my secret diary in its hiding place though.
      
      October 1, 1856. Today I realized that I am now almost fourteen. But 
then, I had noticed little signs of change were beginning to appear on my body. 
      First, I noticed that my breasts are starting to bud, and then I noticed a 
tiny bit of fuzz was starting to appear right down there on my beautiful pussy. I 
knew if this keeps up, it will start messing up all of its desirability to be kissed and 
fondled with. I think Mike was more in love with my pussy than me.
      
      April 28, 1857. Today marking a little over half past my fourteenth year, I 
found my pants all bloody. So I had to stuff old rags down there to stem the 
flow. Mike, seeing what straits I was in, announced to me that I had just become 
fully initiated into the world of womanhood, and that I was now a veritable fully 
operational baby factory. 
      You know where that now put me. It put me into the world of allowing 
Mike's weapon to enter me only during those certain periods of the month that are 
judged to be reasonably safe from making my internal machinery go into action.
      From what Mike and I had been doing with each other ever since I was 
ten, this was a huge letdown on all of our fun and enjoyment, and it sent me into a 
state of depression.
      But fear not. The next time we went into town, we visited the preacher 
and had ourselves properly married. This was Mike's gift to me to show his 
loyalty and love to me no matter what may come. Of course, it did boost up my 
moral a bit, and, of course, I braced myself to go ahead and become a member of 
that league of fully developed womanhood. 
      
      January 25, 1858. It was the winter of my fifteenth year, when I realized 
that there just might soon be three of us. So, Mike took advantage of my 
pregnancy to make up for lost time. He knew that he couldn't make me pregnant 
again, so for almost nine months we really enjoyed each other again.
      
      October 14, 1858. My baby was born Just a week after my birthday, and 
we named her Mary. Mike really doted on his young daughter. He really loved 
giving her baths (I wonder why - that oversexed lecherous man.), but he hated to 
change her diapers though, and he left that chore to me whenever he could. Mike 
also thought it was really fascinating to watch little Mary feed on my breasts.
      I have forgotten to mention, that in the meantime, two other settlers had 
settled near our spread, and Mike had to buy a bunch of barbed wire to mark off 
our borders.
      
      July 12, 1859. Today was the day that I realized that I was pregnant 
again. 
      
      April 16 1860. Today, I gave birth to a boy, and we named him James, but 
for some reason, Mike absolutely refused to bathe him and only changed his 
diapers under duress. By this time, I had Mary potty trained. So it wasn't so bad 
to have just one baby to change. But these kids presented a whole lot of extra 
work for me washing diapers, their outfits, and their bedding, and having to feed 
and look after them. Mike helped whenever he could, and I was really grateful to 
him for that. I forgot to mention that both Mike and I had learned the hard way 
how to change a boy's diapers. Both of us, through our ignorance, had to endure 
the golden showers of baptism. But it took only once to cure us of our leniency
      
      June 9, 1861. John was born today. So now I have Mary running around 
getting into trouble, and I now had to change the diapers on the two boys..
       
      August 16, 1861. A couple of months after John was born, we heard news 
of Indian raids in the area. Mike went to town to purchase extra weapons and we 
outfitted the sod house just in case the Indians should raid us. We went through a 
couple of practice drills and knew what we should do in case they came.
      
      Epilog
      I'm sorry, but this is where the diary ended. From what happened beyond 
that point of time I don't know nor do I have any clue about what happened to 
them. I have revisited the sight several times. But the site is just a part of a big 
farm field now where they once dwelled, but I did find traces of where the 
wooden house that they built, had once stood, and I also found several 
arrowheads, and a few old cast off utensils, but that was all. No bones or anything 
else.
      It is my guess that they had to get out in a hurry and she accidentally left 
her diary behind.
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