Madge’s Decision

“Hot damned, you were a virgin,” he accused.
“Not any more. Why, does it make any difference?”
“I suppose not,” he said, a smile returning to his face. “I had me a virgin,” he mumbled as he pulled his pants into place. He pulled on his suspenders and looked outside.

“She’s a virgin,” he told the crowd in amazement. The murmured roar from the men grew in intensity. As the man leaped down from the wagon, several more pushed toward the back of the wagon.

“I’ve got my hundred,” a man yelled. Madge was going to tell him that it wasn’t a hundred dollars, then thought better of it. Come on in,” she motioned for him to enter.
“Miss! Miss,” a female voice yelled. She looked out into the crowd to see the woman. Women were rare on the trail, perhaps one in a thousand people were women. Madge was glad to see a kindred spirit.

“Hi,” she yelled.
“Can I work for you?”
“Doing what?” Madge asked in surprise.
“Doing what you are doing,” she nodded toward the wagon.
“Oh,” Madge said. She looked at the second wagon and nodded toward it. “I get 20 out of every hundred,” she called. The black haired woman was not exactly pretty, but she was slender and clean.

“Done,” the woman yelled. She jumped up on the back of the wagon and dropped her coat. In a moment she stood in a miner’s shirt and a pair of homespun pants. She dropped her suspenders and unbuttoned her shirt, until her small firm breasts were showing. She pulled the shirt open and turned to face the men.

“Me, me,” the crowd roared, holding up money. The girl pointed at the first man and went inside.
“The last customer of the day, was the first to give Madge an orgasm. He was a young miner with a scruffy beard and no mustache to speak of. He was eager and inexperience, but for the first time that day, he took his time and concentrated on pleasing her. He was the first to see her breasts, because he took the time to open her shirt and admire them.

“A woman can be so beautiful,” he whispered, touching her firm breasts in wonder.
“I’m afraid I don’t feel very beautiful, after servicing a dozen men.
“Doesn’t that bother you?”
“It all washes off, and I’m brand new tomorrow. Water and a rag, a little douche from water in a whiskey bottle, and nothing has changed.”
“Yes,” he admitted, rubbing his hand over her firm stomach. “This is my first time,” he admitted in embarassment.
“My first time was this morning.”
“Really?” he gulped, suddenly feeling more at ease. “I want to be special,” he said, kissing her stomach.
“Then give me an orgasm,” she said, holding his face between her hands. “I’ve never felt one.”
He nodded wordlessly. His mouth went to her right breast and began to suck gently. His hand snuck down between her legs and his middle finger tickled the area between her inner thigh and her pussy. She immediately felt fire shoot throughout her body. She stiffened and gasped. Her hand went to the back of his head. She would hold it in place until he had satisfied her craving for attention there, then she would allow him to move on.

It was several minutes before she gently guided his mouth to her other breast. He smiled up at her and sucked tenderly. He began twisting her other nipple between his thumb and finger. This caused unbelievable fire to shoot down to her pussy and ass. She hissed and rose up off the bed of the wagon.
“Did I hurt you?”
“God no,” she gasped. “It felt wonderful. Be more rough now,” she urged as she began pulling off his clothes. She wanted to feel his naked flesh against her own.
“If I hurt you, let me know Missus…”

“Cargon,” she supplied as she ripped the clothes from his body, “but call me Madge. And don’t worry about hurting me, if you do I will shoot you,” she laughed.
His eyes widened until he saw the laughter in her face.
“Rub your finger inside of me while you kiss my mouth and neck,” she urged, finally feeling his warm, soft flesh against her own. He started to put his finger inside her pussy, then hesitated.
“It’s clean,” she assured him. “A little water and whiskey will clean anything. You will find nothing left there by the last man. Go ahead.”

With no further reservations, he slid a finger between her swollen lips and began massaging her. She grabbed his hand and guided his finger up until it touched her clit. She cried out in his mouth as he kissed her. For the first time that day she truly felt like a lover, not a whore. She felt like a woman being pleasured, not a thing beside the road, doing a job similar to an outhouse. His kisses were like fire, his finger felt huge inside her. She squirmed and closed her legs around his hand. His mouth broke from hers and moved on to her ear. She gave a little squeal as his tongue sought out and found the delicate flesh of her right ear. She held his head firmly and shuddered under his ministrations.

“Enter me now,” she said, pushing him away. He quickly rolled between her open legs and moved forward. He guided his throbbing cock into the warm, inviting space between her legs. She cried out, loud enough for the crowd to hear her. Chuckles and a few cheers met this response. She smiled at the man as he again kissed her. He began pumping in and out of her quivering hot pussy. It was pure rapture for the both of them. For a moment Madge was transported back to Georgia, where she had always dreamed of making love to a knight of the realm, in her very own mansion. The rough board wagons, with their white canvas tops seemed to melt away. The milling and passing men with great loads on their back shimmered and disappeared in her mind. The roaring river behind the wagons stilled into gently blowing weeping willow trees. The trampled mud which coated everything, turned in to lush, green grass.

“Oh, this is so good,” she said to her knight.

He huffed and continued kissing and screwing. The wet slap of flesh was almost drowned out by the voices outside. Somebody yelled, amid much laughter. He was either at the other wagon, or the bar. Time passed in a pleasant, endless manner. With her naked legs widespread, Madge hummed in happiness, occasionally capturing her man’s lips with her own and kissing him urgently.
Suddenly his cries of agonized delight grew louder and more urgent.

Madge knew that despite his amazingly considerate attention, she was still a few minutes off… unless she took matters into her own hands. Madge reached down beneath his body and touched her clit with her own finger. As he pumped into her gently, Madge circulated her finger against he clit. The fire of this additional stimulation was immediate. Feeling a tingle clear down to her toes, and up to her neck, she stiffened and closed her eyes, rubbing herself furiously. His moans grew even louder. She would have been embarrassed under other circumstances, but for her it was good advertising. They finally came together. Madge held on to him with both hands and screamed in wild abandon, adding her voice to his. It was loud and violent, her first real, and most memorable orgasm. It seemed to go on forever, but it also seemed to be over in a flash. Time had stood still, as it should have. But she would have made that time last forever, is she had the choice. They lay in each other’s arms for a moment.

“I’m closed for the day, Archie,” she yelled, then smiled up at her man. She didn’t know his name, and he would be gone in the morning, but for that night he would be her man. She didn’t even want to know his name.

Sawmills sprang up down at the landing. At Cargon city Madge built first one building, then another. Other businesses sprang up almost over night. Disillusioned miners provided most of the drygoods needed for the store, imported grain alcohol provided the whiskey, and Madge and her five girls provided the entertainment. They worked out of the saloon most of the time. By the end of second years Madge retired to Georgia, where she bought the mansion of her dreams. She never saw “her man” after he left that morning. She’d heard that the gambler had been shot. Good, that meant that she would not have to hire somebody to do the job.

Archie took over the saloon and died in a gunfight just as the rush was dying out. He had been an innocent bystander. The two men fighting walked away. His grave can still be found outside of Cargon City.