Northern Arkansas, mid 1800's
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I had just reached the log cabin that I had for the past twenty grown up in as the snow begain to lightly fall. "I should have plenty of time to get these supplies in the house and get the horse stabled before the snow really starts to fall," I thought to myself. I quickly sat the supplies in the house to put away later. I then took Samson, the horse dad had bought me five years ago for my fifteenth birthday, into the barn and put him away for the night.

Coming out of the barn I saw a rider slowly approaching the farm. It wasn't hard to figure out who it was. It was the banker, Claude Jones. I knew what he wanted. He was coming to talk to me about being evicted from my family farm.

"Hello, Jessica," he said as he reached the gate.

"I have asked you on several occassions to call me Miss Harrison, haven't I Mr. Jones," I snapped back at him.

"Well yes, but, I thought that..."

"You thought what, Mr. Jones? Get to the point and then get the hell off my property. It is still my propery until I have fully been evicted."

"Well," Mr. Jones begain, "As you are aware, you are six months behind on the loan that your father made before his death. Six months at $50.00 a month comes to $300.00. Now the full balance of the loan is $500.00." Smiling his devious little smile, he continued, "Well, Jessica, my proposal still stands; marry me and the full $500.00 will be paid in full, providing that we stay married for the remainder of my natural life of course."

"Well then Mr. Jones, I guess that you will soon be back to foreclose and evict me from my home. I would rather become the town whore than to be your wife." I then turned and headed back towards the house. As I did I heard him say, "I'll be back in three days, Miss Harrison. Three days and then you will have no choice but to marry me."

The supplies were now put away and I sat at my late father's roll top desk staring at a picture of my mother who had given her life as she gave me mine. I wondered, "How will I ever get $500.00?" Looking down at the new "Wanted" posters that I had picked up in town, one in particular caught my eye. It was for $2,000.00 for Dirk Williams. He was wanted dead or alive for bank and train robbery and for stage hold ups. The funny thing about it was that all of the robberies were banks, trains, and stages that Claude Jones owned. "Forget it," I told myself, "Even if I did catch him, Claude would never pay the $2,000.00 reward for me to in turn pay the $500.00 owed to the bank."

Throwing the poster down, I looked out the window above the desk and saw that night was falling and that it was now snowing harder. I turned and headed for the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. Expecting it to be the banker again, I swung open the door and shouted, "I told you to get the hell off of my pro.....per....ty...." I stood speechless it was not Mr. Jones at all.

"I'm sorry ma'am," came a deep harsh voice. "I was only wanting some food and shelter until this storm blew over."

"No. No. I'm sorry. Please come in."

After taking off his coat and hat I recognized him as Dirk Williams. The poster told him to be about six foot tall, short black hair, and no beard. He now looked about ten years older, still six foot tall, and had a beard covering his face but, it was him.

Placing his gloves on the desk, he picked up the poster and said, "This poster doesn't do me justice." Turning to me he continued, "I was twenty when he last saw me and he still hasn't been able to get a good look at me since the night he killed my father. He then tried to force my mother to marry him. She died of a broken heart six months later. That is why I only rob from him. I feel that he owes me. I'm now 35. A lot of people know why I rob him and they have been helpful in not telling him what I look like now. It's been easier for me the last few years to walk into his own town and not be recognized."

Feeling more at ease with him and I then preceeded to tell him of my own situation as I prepared supper. After eating we sat by the fire. By now he had started calling me "Jess".

"Mr. Williams," I said.

"Please, call me Dirk"

"O.K. Dirk, I want you to know that the thought of the $2,000.00 for your reward is very tempting. But, I know that Mr. Jones will never pay it to me."

"Your right," he smiled, "From what you told me, if you paid off your loan, then he couldn't have you as his wife."

"He'll never have me for his wife. I would rather die first."

Smiling he asked, "Do you believe in love at first sight, Jessie?"

"Well, I guess so. I've heard other people talk about their experiences with it but, I personally have never had it happen." As I answered him, I felt an attraction for him. The kind that he was talking about.

"I do. I noticed you two months ago when I rode through here and watched as you and the town buried your father. I knew then, you were the one I wanted."

Dirk then walked over to me a took me into his arms. At my heighth of five foot five inches, he was able to place his chin on my head. Looking into my blue eyes with his brown ones, he asked, "Would you consider being an outlaws woman?"

"Only if the outlaw was you." The words had came out of my mouth before I even realized what I was saying.

Leaning down he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue parted my lips and then entered my mouth. Our tongues interwined and I could feel my pussy becoming wet. Holding me closer he kissed me harder, his right hand moved to my breast. He was the first man to touch me and I moaned as he did. Standing up straight, he picked me up in his arms and carried me into my bedroom. Standing me beside my bed he asked, "Have you ever been with a man?"

"No," I said.

"Do you want me to be your first?"

"Yes," I said, swallowing hard.

Reaching behind me, Dirk unzipped the back of my dress. The cold air hit my naked back. My 30D breasts had always been firm and I never had to have those fancy clothes that the rich women wore. Smiling, he pulled the dress off of my shoulders and arms. Leaning down, he took first one and then the other breast into his mouth, sucking and pulling hard at my nipples. I again moaned. Dirk finished taking off my dress and tossed it aside. I now stood naked before him and he smiled to see that the dress was all that I had been wearing.

I unbutton his shirt, removed it, and tossed it on top of my dress on the floor. Feeling his muscles under my hands was erotic. His skin was so soft. Not what I had expected for an outlaw. As I rubbed his chest, Dirk undone his pants and lower them just below his ass checks. His 8" dick sprang out at me as if it was searching for my hot, wanting pussy. I gasped as I looked at the first dick I had ever seen. Taking my hand into his, Dirk showed me how to stroke him; my fingers barely wrapped around him as I slowly moved my hand up and down on him. It was now his turn to moan.

"It has been almost a month since I've been with a waman. If you truly want to be mine, you will be the only one that I lay with from now on."

"Yes. Yes, I want to be yours."

"Get down on your knees, Jess."

Getting on my knees, I contiued to stroke him. His cock was now level with my mouth.

"Suck me baby."

Placing him into my mouth, I slowly sucked on him. He moaned again as he watched my head bob on his dick. Placing a hand on the top of my head, he helped me to take him all in. I almost gagged as he pushed. Laughing he said, "Alright. You can get use to my size."

Taking my hand in his, Dirk pulled me up to my feet.

"Lay down on the bed."

He smiled and stroked himself as he watched me get onto the bed, spreading my legs for him to see my unshaven pussy. Laying on his stomach, he placed his face between my legs. His tongue slowly worked it's way up, down, in, and out of my clit. All the while, his beard tickled my inner thighs. My back arched as I came on his face. Licking me relentlessly, he broght me to climax three more times.

Wiping his mouth and beard, Dirk laid his body on top of mine. I could feel his hard dick at my wanting cunt. Kissing me passionately, he begain to push himself into me.

"OOOHHH," I gasped as he entered me. "MMMM UUUUUHHHHH OOOHHH"

It began to hurt a little. "Dirk, stop. It's starting to hurt."

Stopping, he laid in me. "It will hurt a little until you get use to me being in you. Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Keep going. Help me to get use to you."

Sliding an arm under me, he began to kiss me passionately. I could feel him pushing again. Kissing him helped to take my mind off the pain. A hard thurst from him and a gasp from me told him that my hyman was no longer intact. His moving in and out of me soon brought me to orgasim and I was now moaning from pleasure. Several minutes past before he pulled out and rolled onto his back. "Ride me Jess." Straddeling him, I slowly pushed myself down onto him and began to ride. I was now able to hit my G-spot better and was climaxing over and over again. Dirk's playing with my breast, pulling hard at my nipples hieghten my pleasure. Drained of every ounce of energy that I had, I collapsed on him.

"Get onto all fours."

Gathering up what strength I had left, I got onto my hands and knees. Dirk got behind me and place a hand on each of my hips. With one hard thrust he pushed himself deep into me causing me to gasp again. Dirk's long out strokes where then followed by a hard slam into my cunt. He fucked me long, hard, and good. I had came so hard that I was now crying with from ecstacy. I was now half laying down with his hands holding my hips up so that he could continue to fuck me. Seeing that I couldn't take much more, Dirk being to relentlessly pound my pussy. In no time, a loud half moan half growl came from deep inside Dirk as I was felt his hot seed exploding deep in me. A couple of strokes allowed my tightness to milk him of any seed left in him.

Together, we both collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. The next two nights were spent in the same fashion. Finally, the day came for Mr. Jones to foreclose on the farm. Sitting at the table, I watched as Dirk counted out five-one hundred dollar bills.

"Now, when he gets he, make sure that he gives you a reciept stating that the loan has been paid in full and that he gives you the deed to the property."

"Where will you be?"

"I'll be watching from the woods."

Kissing me deeply, he went out the door and into the woods. He had barely got out of sight when I saw Mr. Jones coming out of the woods on the other side of the field and was starting to cross the little creek. Standing on the porch so that Dirk could see me. Reaching the house yard fence, I showed Claude the money and then asked for the reciept and deed. I thought that he was going to faint. After several minutes of arguing, he handed me a reciept that said paid in full and the deed to my farm. He then turned to leave, shaking his head as he did.

After mounting his horse, he asked, "How did you get the money?" I smiled back at him and then told him once again, "Get the hell off of my property. You no longer have, and never will have again, a hold what so ever over me."

Still standing on the porch, I watched as he disappeared into the woods. I then watched Dirk ride across the creek and then the field. He stopped to wave at me before disappearing into the same spot that Mr. Jones had. Later that day, Dirk came riding back to the house. Upon entering he said, "Here is $500.00 to get you through until I can get back. It maybe a little while. I robbed ole' Claude and got OUR money back." Holding me tight into his arms he continued, "Take care of yourself. I'll send some friends of mine by once a month to check on you. They can relay messages back and forth. I love you Jess. I've never been able to tell a woman that. But, I truly do love you Jess. I promise I'll be back."

I walked with him outside and we then kissed deeply again. I watched him as he mounted his horse and rode across the field and creek once again. Before disappearing into the woods, he waved and blew me a kiss. It would be nearly six months before I saw my love again.


To be continued.