Sleigh Ride on Thanksgiving

Osborn lived miles from town on a small lake in Wisconsin. It was the early 1900’s and the automobile had hardly been seen anywhere in those small isolated places. People lived there to cut lumber or work in the copper mines. He worked deep underground and took his meat pie in a bucket on the long walk before sunrise every day. He was a smart young man. Father built bridges and other engineering projects for the railroad that served the mines in the region. On the other side of the little lake lived Jesse, a beautiful petite young girl his same age. Relationships were almost preordained because it might have been a couple of days walk to meet another woman his age. Jesse and Osborn grew up together and went to the one room school house at the crossroads that also had a church and general trade store. As they reached a social age Osborn sailed across the lake on Sunday after church to meet Jesse and sit together in the parlor alone. The private time they had together was only once a week but, little by little he advanced his romance. Slowly he went from holding her hand to giving her a brief hug when they met and when he went home. A man called on a woman to court her and they did not go out of her house alone together. Once or twice they were allowed to go sailing in his tiny boat together but, they had to stay in view of her parents watchful eye.

They could sit close together , on the boat. Osborn’s strong working arms and legs touched against her soft petite figure. Below the rail of the boat he could accidentally touch her leg or her belly for a thrilling moment of erotic energy. He became more bold and as soon as they left the shore his wandering fingers excited her in places like her belly or between her knees and up the inside of her legs. Sometimes he pretended to accidentally brush against the most sensitive places. Jesse gasped breathlessly but never complained about his bold fondling. As that late teen summer gave way to autumn the warm afternoons after church became shorter and turned cooler. Then the snows came and the lake started to freeze. Sailing became out of the question and the walk around the lake was too long to do in a single day round trip. She kept going to the little school house and he kept walking to the mines up on the ridge six days a week. Their thrilling touching sessions had to be put on hold with the slushy frozen lake. His dick got stiff thinking about her but, church made it clear that one did not touch himself below the waist. That was the devils call and he should refrain from thinking about any physical stimulation of himself or his little girlfriend.

Osborn got stiff every time he thought about their little touching escapades. He knew what went where, as every country kid from watching livestock breeding around their homesteads. He knew he had to slip it in someday but, could not imagine how he would get a chance. Then the lake froze solid and he was able to cross, with a horse drawn sleigh. Their parlor sitting manners allowed time together but, he missed feeling her on the boat.

Then Osborn’s parents suggested that he invite her for Thanksgiving dinner. Dinner was the big mid day meal and supper was at night. It snowed and a fog covered the lake when he left to bring her in the open sleigh. He covered himself with a buffalo robe against the freezing air and light snow. To add a little heat he carried a small brass fire box filled with coals from the wood stove. Like a car heater it kept things warm under the robes, next to his feet.

As they returned to his family house with Jesse, Osborn kissed her and felt her directly between the legs shamelessly. It was the turn of the Century back seat of the car for making out. He had no intention of missing any opportunity to feel her up. Jesse said nothing naughty but, she allowed him to put his hand up her dress and touch her unused pussy. It thrilled them both and they were warm and toasty when the arrived for the big Thanksgiving dinner. In those days a prayer began the meal and people ate in silence mostly. Children never spoke unless they were spoken to. Osborn wore his house slippers and sat across from Jesse. He slowly managed to work his foot up between her legs and tickle that young pussy right at the table. It felt like now or never. Jesse beamed across the table as he worked her pussy and got her well heated up. After dinner they sat in the parlor but, left early to return to her home across the frozen lake. Mom added a couple of hot water filled flasks and they restocked the coals in the brass fire box. The sky cleared as they left and they took their time and enjoyed the beauty of the snow covered woods that surrounded the lake. Osborn wasted no time in resuming his direct fingering and fondling. They kissed and he played with her breasts and pussy both. The horse headed across the familiar trail on turn of the century cruise control. The youthful passengers got bolder and bolder about arousing their passions. Out in the middle of the lake, he slowed the horse’s pace. Then he puled Jesse up on his lap and opened his trousers under the buffalo robes. He pointed the horse towards a scenic detour along the shore instead of straight across. Osborn’s dick got so hard it could have pierced the buffalo hide. Jesse had pulled her skirts up and sat right against his stiff forbidden member. She wanted it too. The trip, parlor and dinner footsie had her wet and ready. Osborn slid his cock inside her hot pussy slowly and no resistance was felt. Then the arrived at a patch of pressure ridges and frozen cracks in the ice that shook the sleigh like a washboard road. It vibrated and shook and Jesse came to an orgasm in no time. The horse knew the detour so they could use both hands to stimulate their bodies to new levels of excitement. With Osborn’s shaft in her pussy and the sleigh bouncing on the bumps, Jesse nearly fainted with a strong orgasm. It felt so good as she sat on his dick. Her convulsive response set Osborn’s balls into unloading mode. His pumping vessels contracted and sent his sperm into motion. They knew about the consequences but, it felt so good neither could stop the bold fuck. The pressure rose in Osborn in his pipe line and the flow could not be stopped. He never masturbated and his prostrate juice storage was full. Osborn moaned. Jesse’s Edwardian Pussy clamped down on his angry snake and squeezed it tight. The tension rose to the inevitable release. His gland blew so hard and her pussy clamped so tight, he launched her like a steam piston on a locomotive. There was no room for all that fluid and his hard blast of semen launched her off his lap and filled her pussy entirely. It was the biggest load of his life.

They moaned together as he came and she landed right back on his dick, like she never left. The horse was spooked and startled and started to trot quickly. The washboard effect got magnified by the speed of the horse and the stimulation felt unfathomably good. They didn’t even care if they were caught. Osborn’s abstaining dick never got soft once angered into action.

she landed squarely back on his thick stump. The grinding ice made Jesse come again from the bouncing and Osborn’s strokes resumed in her messy puss. He handled her breasts and made her ever more orgasmic as he headed for another eruption of “Old Faithful’s” steaming geyser of hot sperm.

Wolves howled in the distance as they saw the lights of Jesse’s family cabin in the distance. They clung together in fear for a moment. They had no gun and if the horse balked they were helpless. Osborn cleaned up the mess in his lap with a handkerchief and put in into the brass coal box to dispose of the physical evidence of their activities. Jesse straightened out her skirts and Osborn put the warm flask of water between her legs for the rest of the journey. They both wanted more and glowed with excitement as they pulled up to her cabin. He walked her to the door and put a robe over the horse to keep him warm while he brought her inside. Her parents had gone to another neighbor’s cabin and left a note that they would be home late. They drove the sleigh to the barn for security and then he lifted her skirts and laid her earnestly on a pile of hay. Osborn fingered her pussy and played with her breasts under her blouse. Her signal button nipples fired up her hot pussy like the coals stoked the brass firebox. Soon they went from the dick riding sleigh journey to a stallion style barn drilling. He pounded her like a rock drill under the blows of a sledge hammer. The barn stunk like animal breeding and that is how he took her for another hour. His working man’s strength kept her moaning and pumped full of jizz. The horse rested and took notes with a watchful eye. He would not disclose the secret sessions. The sun set and it was time to return before the wolves gathered up a pack to hunt down his horse. They kissed romantically and promised themselves to each other.

The snow slowed work at the mine and Osborn made another dinner visit on Saturday. The meal at his house was smaller but, the journey was well rehearsed by now.. The fuck sled trips were like a make out at the drive in theater or on a dark road turnout would be fifty years later. They married soon thereafter; In those days a pregnancy out of wedlock wasn’t just unacceptable it could ruin your career and whole life. She was pregnant from the first load. They married young and he moved up in mining to become an important industrial magnate. When my great grand parents showed me their little brass fire box, one Thanksgiving Jesse, whispered something to Osborn but his nod was negative. The gleam in her eye when the robes and lake journey story was told explained everything. In those days that is how things happened.