0 comments/ 74016 views/ 5 favorites Little Spouse on the Prairie Ch. 01 By: velvetpie *Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Little House community in the television series.* * Laura blinked her eyes and stretched in her cotton nightgown. Her sister, Mary, still lay sleeping next to her and she carefully slipped out of the bed, throwing her thin robe on and hurrying out to meet the newness of a spring day. She turned backwards and started down the stairs that connected the loft with the main part of the house, hesitating when she heard a strange noise. It was the voice of her father, Charles, his deep, masculine voice softly encouraging his wife, Caroline. She had never heard her father's voice like that before. It reminded her of how he would speak to her when she was sitting on his lap in the rocking chair, telling her stories. It was low, soft, husky and filled with emotion, but it affected her differently than usual. For some odd reason, the hairs on the back of her neck arose and her skin suddenly felt hot, as if she'd been running outside in the full sun without her bonnet on. Quietly, she made her way down the ladder and stood still at the bottom. "Oh, yes, Caroline. Just like that." Laura quietly gasped at the heat that rushed to her face at the sound of his words and she crept closer to the cold fireplace, peeking around the corner into the sun-mottled space that her parents shared. Her father was sitting upright in the bed. His beautiful dark brown hair fell in waves over his bare shoulders and framed his handsome, sun-baked features. A soft brown field of hair covered the flat planes of his chest, then tapered into a trail that led down to the waist of his pajamas. This morning, there were no pajamas on his body. His hard body was blessed by the morning sun and her mother's hands were caressing his chest and stomach. She took a tiny step to the side, allowing more of their bedroom to come into her view and she raised her hand to her mouth, biting her knuckle in an effort to keep quiet. Her mother's face was buried in her father's crotch and her head was bobbing up and down. She couldn't quite see what she was doing so she silently pivoted, heading to the opposite side of the fireplace and approaching the bedroom on the side that her father was facing. From this vantage point, Laura could see her mother's nightgown-clad body positioned between her father's legs but the most shocking thing she could see was her father's penis! Girls at school had whispered about what a man's private parts looked like but their descriptions did not match what Laura was seeing. Her father's stalk rose proudly from a thatch of dark brown hair and it glistened in the sunlight. She only caught sight of it for a second before her mother's open mouth descended on it, wrapping her lips around the hard flesh and sucking with sounds she could hear from her hiding place. Laura was upset. At first, she was distraught, thinking that her mother was injuring her father. The expression on his face was one that she'd only seen when he was hurt and her heart pounded in her chest as she watched his eyes close, the grimace softening as his head tilted back. She didn't know what happened but his expression changed, a pure smile of joy crossing his face as his toes curled. Her mother whimpered, remaining bent over his body until he relaxed. "That was beautiful, Caroline." "That's what a good, loving wife is for, Charles." Laura watched her parents kiss for a moment, then stole outside, trying to hold the tongue-and-groove latch down to keep her escape quiet but her mother had heard. While she stood outside, admiring the beauty of the morning, Caroline joined her daughter, draping an arm around her shoulders. "Happy birthday." "Thanks, Ma." Laura embraced her mother with a smile. "Do you feel any different?" "A little. I guess it's all in my mind." "This is an important day for you, Laura. You are an adult today." Laura mulled over her mother's words, understanding but not attaching the same weight that Caroline felt. "I guess so." "And that doesn't make you feel any different?" "No, not really." "Well, from now on, you will feel different." "Why, Ma?" "Because it's time for you to learn how to be a loving wife." "A loving wife?" "Yes. You have to learn how to please your husband. It's very important." "But, Ma, I'm not married!" "Yet." Caroline took a final look at the sunrise and turned back toward the house. "One day soon, you will be and it's time for you to learn." Her mind filled with questions and reeling from her parents' behavior, Laura followed her mother in, wondering what was in store for her on this auspicious day. Little Spouse on the Prairie Ch. 02 *Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Little House community in the television series.* "Good morning, Half Pint. Happy birthday!" Laura let her father hug her but found it hard to look him in the face after what she'd just seen. When she looked into his smiling face, all she could think of was the expression of joy on his face when her mother did that something special to him. "Thanks, Pa." "Feel any different?" "No, Pa." "Well, you will. A whole new world opens up to you today." "Really? Will Mary go through this?" "Yes, before she marries Adam." Pa sat down to the table, his eyes on Caroline's backside as she bent to light the fire in the stove. "Learning how to become a loving wife is something that every woman must learn." "I see." She paused, thinking. "Do men have to learn how to become loving husbands?" "Oh, yes. Almanzo will be learning just as you are." Her father's eyes sparkled. "But it's the woman's job to keep her husband happy and sometimes, different things will be required of you, so that's why you'll have to learn." "Ma, did you learn the same way." "Oh, yes, darling." Caroline sat down on Charles' lap, grinding her hips down against him in a manner that her child could not see. "It was the best learning that I've ever done." "When do I start?" "This morning. I'll fix you lunch and you and I will head over to the General Store. Harriet and Nels have offered to give you your first lesson." "Okay." "Caroline, don't forget to stop by the lumber mill." Charles said, his mouth full of scrambled eggs. "Oh, yes! I forgot." Ma smiled at Laura. "I have to pay a visit to Mr. Hanson. Do you want to go with me?" "Yes, Ma." "Good. Well, get to your chores and we'll go as soon as everything's done." Excited beyond belief, Laura ran out to complete her chores, finishing in record time. Pa watched her dash about, laughing as she shoveled manure like a crazed woman, forked fresh hay into the stalls and poured feed into the troughs. She carried water from the creek and filled the water troughs, then turned the cows and horses into the pasture so that they could enjoy the tender shoots of thick, spring grass. She went back down to the creek and washed her hands and face. Her mother gave her a cloth to wipe her face with and helped her brush the dust from her dress. "Are you ready to go?" "Yes, ma'am." And so Caroline and Laura set off in the wagon, heading toward town. The ride was bumpy, but enjoyable and the untouched countryside rolled by, every inch bearing the promise of the oncoming spring season. The undulating valleys gave way to hard dirt roads and buildings that popped out of the wilderness. This was Walnut Grove, the town that she loved and had grown up in. Ma steered the horses over towards Hanson's Mill and pulled the wagon over to an empty spot under the trees. Laura jumped down and waited patiently as her mother set the hand brake and stepped down. "Mr. Hanson?" "Hello, Mrs. Ingalls!" Lars Hanson came out from behind the saw blade, his wide smile hidden beneath his moustache. "Hello, Laura. Congratulations on your engagement!" "Thank you." She gave Mr. Hanson a hug and stepped back, nervously noticing that he was looking at her mother's breasts. "I hope that you and Mrs. Hanson will be able to attend." "We wouldn't miss it for the world." "Good." "I've come to make a payment on the lumber Charles got last week. Do you have time now?" Hanson wiped his dusty hands on his apron, looking Caroline up and down and glancing at Laura before answering. "Sure. Let's go into my office." He started to head down the hallway and turned when he noticed that Laura was following behind her mother. "Uh, shouldn't Laura wait outside?" "No, Lars. She will be a new wife in a couple of days and she needs to learn what a loving wife does for her husband." Hanson nodded and turned, continuing down the hallway. His office was a small space fitted with a strong door and a small desk. It was on this desk that Ma sat upon, spreading her legs and pushing her dress and petticoats up. "Ma!" "Hush, Laura. Be quiet and learn." Heat burned Laura's face as she watched her mother pull her under drawers down, exposing her furry pussy. She had never seen her mother's nakedness so not only was she shocked from seeing her mother naked but also from her mother so eagerly exposing herself to Mr. Hanson. The older man knelt, his hands lightly touching Caroline's white thighs and she smiled down at him, scooting closer to the edge of the table. "You smell sweet, Caroline." Hanson gruffly said, licking his lips. "I hope you taste as sweet." Laura stared in horror as Mr. Hanson pushed his face between her mother's legs and began to kiss and lick the insides of her thighs. Caroline let her head loll back, supporting her weight with both hands and opening her legs farther. When his tongue hit the mark, she gasped, pressing her pussy more fully into his face. Hanson wrapped his hands around her butt cheeks and forced his tongue deeply into her crevice, licking and sucking until she was gasping. "Ma?" Caroline wasn't listening; she was cumming, her body trembling with the force of Hanson's plundering tongue. He licked and sucked a few moments more before releasing her and rising to his feet. "Are you all right, Caroline?" "Yes, Lars." Laura watched the man help her mother down, then grab a ledger from the desk, making a notation in it. Hanson showed it to Caroline and she gave him a smile, tugging her drawers up. "Thank you, Lars." "No, thank you, Caroline. Charles is a very lucky man." Caroline blushed as she opened the door. "See you next week. Come along, Laura." Laura followed her mother out, turning back to wave at Hanson and knowing that she would always remember the sight of him with her mother's cream on his moustache. Her father's words echoed in her mind: A whole new world opens up to you today. She had a feeling that this was just the beginning. Little Spouse on the Prairie Ch. 03 *Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Little House community in the television series.* * * * * * The ride to the General Store was made in silence. Caroline was happy that Mr. Hanson had taken a substantial amount off of their bill at the mill but Laura was conflicted about what she had seen. Before now, her mother was the center of her universe: perfect, sweet, smart and tireless in her devotion to her husband and family. Now, she wasn't quite sure what devotion meant and whether she was willing to endure it at the hands of her husband. "Ma?" "Yes, Laura." "I ... I ... " "You're confused?" "Yes, ma'am." "I thought you might be." Caroline looked over and smiled at her favorite daughter. "I was waiting for you to ask questions." "Why, Ma?" "Why not? Laura, it's just another type of barter, in a manner that doesn't compromise the basic principles we hold dear as a couple. Pa will never have intercourse with a woman and I will never have intercourse with a man. But we will use other methods to survive." "But, Ma, it seems ... wrong." "Why is it wrong? Pa knows what I'm doing. We never do any thing without talking to each other first." Laura turned the information over in her mind. "I see." "Do you?" "Pa does the same thing?" "To a certain extent. How do you think we got seed for this year's planting when the crops failed last year?" Laura didn't answer. "Everyone has to barter for things. Hanson likes to eat pussy." "Pussy? He likes to eat cats??" "No, Laura. Pussy is the name of what you and I and other ladies have between our legs." "Ewwww!" She recoiled in the hard seat, shaking her head violently. "Laura, have you ever had your pussy licked?" "No!" Laura's cheeks colored with heat. "Why would I want that?" "Because, speaking as your mother, it's wonderful." "Ma!" "Laura, you have a lot to learn. That's why you're having these lessons. That was your first one. I hope that you're open-minded or your marriage may be over before it even begins." Laura opened her mouth to say something but somehow, anything that she would have had to say would have been unimportant. Everything she knew and depended on was changing but wasn't that going to happen when she married any way? If Ma liked it, could it really be so bad? Ma would never lie to her, nor would Pa. As they neared the Oleson's General Store, she made up her mind to learn the lessons that lay before her. "Good morning, Mrs. Ingalls, Laura." Nels Oleson smiled as the ladies walked into the store. "Lovely day, isn't it?" "Yes, it is, Mr. Oleson." Caroline put her hand on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, gave Laura a smile and disappeared into the back room. "Where is he going, Ma?" "Be patient, Laura. Why don't you look at some of the fabrics and choose something for a new dress?" "Okay, Ma." Laura shrugged off her curiosity and lost herself in the myriad bolts of fabrics, rubbing her hands over the different thicknesses and textures and taking in the colors and patterns until she was so confused that the touch on her arm startled her. "Sorry, Laura. I didn't mean to scare you." "You didn't scare me. I was just examining the fabrics." Laura stepped away from Nels, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Will you come with me, Laura?" She turned and was surprised to see that her mother was no longer in the shop. "I think I'll wait for my mother." "She will be back before we're done." His kindly eyes met hers and she knew that this was her first lesson. "Won't you come with me?" Mr. Oleson took her through the back room to a bed room that was just off of the main entrance of the store and shut the door behind them. "Almanzo is a fine man, Laura. A fine man with an even finer figure." He untied his apron and tossed it on the chair, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, then moving to the buttons down the center. "Mr. Oleson, what ... what are you doing?" "Beginning your first lesson." He pulled the shirt off, revealing a hirsute torso and started on his pants. "Sit in that chair over there." Her eyes riveted to him, Laura sat in the chair, watching as Nels Oleson peeled the last bit of clothing from his body and lay down on the bed. "The first thing a loving wife must know is how to please her husband. To know that, you have to know a man's body." Laura fanned her face, feeling faint. "Yes, sir." "Have you ever seen a man naked?" "No, sir." "Then look at me and learn." Swallowing past the lump of fear in her throat, Laura looked. Most of Nels' body was familiar to her. Men working in the fields often doffed their shirts in an effort to get cool so she knew of the furred chests, flat nipples and planes of muscles. The area below the belly button was uncharted territory to Laura. She had seen her father's penis this morning but not as close as she was seeing Mr. Oleson's now. His penis was different than her father's: where her father was thick, he was slender and the hair below was black where her father's was dark brown. "This is a penis." His hand stroked the long, soft tube and Laura watched in awe as his touch awakened the flesh. "When a man is aroused, this is what happens to it. You can use your hand, your mouth or your body to make it hard." The breath left Laura's lungs as she watched it thicken and fill, standing straight like a shoot of wheat growing in the warmth of the nurturing sunlight. His fingers handled it gently and she took note of that, also intently observing the way he treated the two round balls in the fleshy sack that hung underneath. "Would you like to touch it, Laura?" The combination of the dark huskiness in his voice and the thrill of doing something unspeakable sent a cold chill through her and she found herself rising from the chair and creeping forward. The smell was what interested her first. It was sweet and musky like sweat but not tangy. Her shaking fingers reached out and tentatively touched the hot, silky flesh. A tremor went through him and she was scared at first but when she saw the look on his face, she knew that she was doing something right. She let her fingers stroke his cock, increasing the pressure and watching how he reacted with each touch. His eyes closed and his body went from being relaxed to being tense to being relaxed again. Finally, she conquered the last of her fear and wrapped her tiny fist around his meat. Mr. Oleson gasped four times before white liquid squirted from the pee hole of his penis. Startled, Laura froze, watching the sperm fountain up, not knowing what to do. She stood still, looking down at him. Nels Oleson opened his eyes and gave her a huge smile. "My goodness, Laura! I think that's the fastest I've cum in a long time!" Caroline paced back and forth next to the wagon, wondering what was going on when Laura came flying out, skipping down the stairs and launching herself into her mother's embrace. "I made him cum, Ma! I made him cum!" Laura wiped tears from her eyes and smiled into her mother's tear-filled eyes, happier than she'd ever been in her life. "Come on, honey! Time to go home!" Little Spouse on the Prairie Ch. 04 *Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Little House community in the television series.* * * * * * So many thoughts flew through Laura's mind that night that it was hard to get to sleep. The vision of Mr. Oleson cumming replayed over and over and each time, adrenalin tightened her chest and warmth flooded her pussy. It was exciting to think that her touch had made Mr. Oleson feel so good that he had cum. She wondered if Almanzo would react the same way. She closed her eyes, allowing her hands to steal across her breasts and shivered as her fingers encircled her sensitive nubs. "What are you doing?" Mary's harsh whisper broke her from her reverie and she stilled her hands. "Sorry." "Did you have your first lesson today?" "Yes." "Tell me about it." "No, Mary. It's not fair." "Not fair? Not fair to whom?" "To you, Mary. It's not like describing a doll or a sunset. It's different. It can't be described." Mary huffed angrily and turned away from her. "You just don't want to tell me." "I do, Mary." Laura put her arms around her sister and hugged her warmly. "When you and Adam get engaged, you will experience the same thing." "Will I?" Her voice betrayed the uncertainty in her heart. "Will I get lessons, too, even though I'm blind?" "Your blindness doesn't mean a thing, Mary. And besides, Ma said that we all have to learn how to be loving wives and that will include you." Her words seemed to calm her sister and Laura settled in behind her, falling into a dreamless sleep that lasted until the roosters crowed the break of day. She breathlessly waited for her mother to tell her that they were going to the next lesson but breakfast and lunch passed without fanfare. When Pa went out to tend the field and Laura's afternoon chores were done, she washed up at the creek and went into the house to see if there was something she could help her mother with. The most wonderful smell met her when she opened the door. "What are you making, Ma?" She didn't need to ask because four pies sat on the table, steam issuing from their crusty slits and Ma wiped her hands on her apron. "Apple pies. When these cool, we have to take one of them over to Miss Beadle." "All right." "Would you fill the woodbin?" "Yes, Ma." An hour later, they were on their way to Miss Beadle's house and the beautiful, blonde-haired teacher met them at the door. "Oh, Caroline! Thank you! This smells so good!" "You're welcome. Did your horse have its foal?" "Yes. A few days ago. I named him Rocket." Laura giggled. "That sounds like a fun name." "Well, I'm going to go down to the barn and take a look at him." Caroline looked to Eva and a look passed between the two of them. "Come join me when you're finished, Laura." The door closed behind her mother and Laura nervously turned toward Miss Beadle. "Now don't be nervous, Laura. I'm still your teacher, Eva Beadle." The woman grabbed Laura's hand and led her back toward the bedroom. "I'm just going to teach you something different today." "Yes, ma'am." "Now, take your clothes off and join me on the bed." Laura obediently began to unbutton her dress, watching as Miss Beadle did the same, her eyes devouring every lovely inch of flesh that emerged from her calico dress. Trembling, she climbed on the bed, waiting for the teacher to join her. "What's wrong, Laura?" "Nothing, Miss Beadle. You're just so beautiful." "Why, thank you, Laura, and I think you're just as beautiful." She moved next to Laura, taking the opposite end of the bed and pressing their feet together as they looked at each other. "Now, the reason I'm sitting this way is because I want you to do what I do and to be able to see me." "Yes, ma'am." "My lesson is to teach you how to excite yourself." "Excite myself?" "Yes, Laura. I'm about to open up a whole new world to you. Are you ready?" Gazing at her teacher's naked body, Laura swallowed and smiled. "Yes, Miss Beadle. I'm ready." Little Spouse on the Prairie Ch. 05 *Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Little House community in the television series.* * * * * * "Yes. You have to know how to bring pleasure to yourself if you are to guide your husband in pleasuring you." "I thought that men didn't care about a man's pleasure." "Not all men are like that and I have an idea that your Almanzo is not, either. Now, I want you to take your hands and rub your skin all over." Laura clumsily began to smooth and stroke her own flesh, growing more confident with each pass. She ran her hands over her neck and shoulders, breasts and stomach, mound and thighs, trembling at each sensation. The blood arose to her cheeks and her body flooded with heat. "How does that make you feel, Laura?" "Makes me have goose bumps." "And how does it make your pussy feel?" Hearing her teacher speak like that made heat flash through her body. "It feels funny." Miss Beadle smiled. "That's good. Now do as I do." Laura watched as her teacher let her hands roam across her breasts, cupping and lifting each one. She did the same, her skin tingling at the touch, then let her fingers circle her puckering nipples just as the teacher was doing to her own. "Feel that, Laura?" "Oh, yes." She whispered, trembling at every touch. "Give your nipples a squeeze now." A staggered groan erupted from Laura's lips and her body arched in response to the sensations that raced through her body. The harder she squeezed, the stranger her pussy felt. "Like that, eh?" "Yes, ma'am." "And how does it make your pussy feel?" "It's ... " She allowed her finger to lightly breach her pussy lips, something that she'd never done before. "It's wet!" "Good! That's very good, Laura. Now open your legs." Laura did as she asked, looking across at her teacher's blond mound. Miss Beadle's long fingers probed her flesh, pushing the thick lips open and revealing a tiny nub of flesh. "This is your clit." She touched it and hissed in pleasure. "Touch yours." Laura did as her teacher asked and could barely breathe at the feelings that coursed through her. "Slide your fingers into the slit." Laura had barely recovered from touching her clit when she let her fingers glide along the silky-wet edges of her pussy lips. Electrical tingles skipped through her skin, connecting with her nipples and making them even harder. Miss Beadle's words seemed to come from a distance, light and disjointed as her fingers continued to stroke her turgid flesh. Something seemed to be happening to her and she couldn't explain it. Her skin felt as if it was on fire and the heat affected every inch of her body. "Push your fingers into the hole near the bottom." She pushed her legs farther apart and did as the teacher asked, gasping for breath as she breached her own hole. Her whole body reacted, trembling so hard that the pillows fell to the floor. Miss Beadle stopped playing with herself to watch her pupil working toward her first orgasm. Laura closed her eyes, adding a third finger to the mix. She felt her pussy muscles stretch to accept the extra digit and the pleasure seemed to increase tenfold, her thick juices running between her fingers and dripping down the crack in her ass. "Miss Beadle ... " Laura gasped for breath as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of her pussy. A fire started in her belly, the heat torching her entire body as she moved closer and closer to the edge. "I don't know what's ... what's happening to me ... " "Keep going, Laura. Keep pumping." Eva's words spurred her on and she sped up, pushing her fingers deeper into her dripping quim, her mind blurred with thoughts of lust and passion while her body vibrated with sensations. "Miss Beadle ... " "Don't stop. You're almost there." Laura quit thinking. Her body took over, her fingers pounding her pussy flesh and her other hand grasping and squeezing one of her nipples. It happened all at once. Everything went silent, like she was in a vacuum while her pussy exploded, sucking her fingers deeper into her body and pulsing around them. She wanted to scream but the feelings of pleasure were so overwhelming that she found herself just holding onto the bed, gasping for air. As suddenly as her orgasm began, it ended, retreating in softly receding waves, leaving her beached and struggling to return to reality. The soft touch of Miss Beadle's hand on her face brought her back and she trembled in the woman's embrace. "Congratulations, Laura. You've achieved your first orgasm." Laura just held onto her teacher and cried tears of happiness. Little Spouse on the Prairie Ch. 06 *Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Little House community in the television series.* * Laura went home, her mind buzzing on the strength of her experience. She understood so many things now, so many things that made her mother the loving wife that she was and Laura now looked at Caroline Ingalls in a different light. She had known that her mother was a person beyond compare but now she knew why. Their house ran smoothly because of the sacrifices that she made for the sake of their family. She thought back on what she'd seen in the past few days and wondered if it was really a sacrifice. After cumming with her fingers, she fantasized about what a tongue would feel like, if she would enjoy it as much as her mother had enjoyed Mr. Hanson's attentions. Her mother had paid for part of a bill by allowing the lumberman to drink her pussy juice, so why couldn't she do the same? Laura gave careful thought to the question, her smile growing as an answer came to mind. Reverend Alden hadn't been paid yet. Two days passed and the wedding drew closer. Laura dressed as she always did, in a nice lawn dress and bonnet and set off for town, leaving her mother to finish picking the vegetables. It was Saturday and she knew that Reverend Alden would be at the church, preparing for the morning's service so she headed there. She found him inside, making sure that there were plenty of song books in the pews. She locked the door and headed into the main room. "Hello, Reverend Alden." The elderly man straightened himself, arising from one of the front pews. "Hello, Laura. What can I do for you?" "I came to talk to you about something." "Nervous about the wedding?" "No, sir." She sighed, hoping that it would help her to calm down. "I'm ready to become Almanzo's bride." "And a beautiful bride you will be, Laura." "That's what I came to talk to you about." She tugged her bonnet off and loosened her hair pins, letting her thick, glossy mane fall free. She noticed that the good reverend's eyes followed her every movement. "We haven't paid you for the ceremony yet." "And I told you that payment was not necessary." "But that's not fair to you, Reverend Alden. You work as hard as anyone else here and you have to survive just like the rest of us." "Laura," His voice grew breathy at the sight of her running her fingers through her hair and shaking it out. "The Lord always provides for me." "How about letting me provide something for you?" She walked behind him, letting her silky hair trail over his neck and bald head. "You've been alone for a long time, Reverend Alden. I want to help you out with that, to a certain extent." "Laura ... " "Do only what you're comfortable with." She sat down on the raised platform and undid a few buttons at the neck of her dress. "Tell me what you want me to do." Reverend Alden sat heavily on the front pew, gazing at the beautiful vision that was sitting in front of him. His prick was growing harder in his pants with each button that sprang free and he nearly forgot to breathe when her alabaster breasts were uncovered. "Open your dress." Laura smiled, pulling the soft fabric away from her breasts. She let her hands sweep inside, gathering the flesh and squeezing them, rolling the nipples between her fingers. The reverend gasped, leaving the bench and crawling over to her. His mouth on her breast was a startling surprise and his roughness left her breathless. He licked every inch of flesh, sucking her nipples into hard buds and burying his face in her perfumed valley. "Is this all you want to do?" "No. I'd ... " He took a deep breath. "I'd like to lick you down there." Laura smiled, sitting back and opening her legs. "Would you like to remove my underdrawers?" Reverend Alden nearly drooled as he pushed the hem of her dress up, his fingers quivering as they touched lace and cotton. The puffy drawers slid down over her hips and her hairy pussy came into view. Laura pushed the fabric aside so that she could see his face as he went down on her, pressing the thick lips aside and thrusting his tongue into her hairy thatch. She gasped at the sensation and immediately knew why her mother enjoyed paying Mr. Hansen so much. She lay back and let the reverend have his way with her, shivering and shaking at each stroke of his tongue and welcoming the warm wetness that flooded her pussy. His tongue snaked along her sensitive flesh, making her writhe in anticipation of cumming. She wasn't disappointed. He buried his face into her twat and started pistoning his tongue in and out of her creamy hole. It only took a moment before she was crying out, pushing his head harder against her hips and rubbing frantically. Reverend Alden pulled away when she relaxed, gasping for breath but smiling widely. "You were very delicious, Laura. Thank you for the gift." "No, thank you, Reverend Alden." She gasped, fixing her clothes back up. "You will make my wedding perfect." Alden grinned, watching her pin her hair back up. "The Lord always provides, Laura." He licked his upper lip, capturing a smear of her pussy cream. "He always provides." Little Spouse on the Prairie Ch. 07 *Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Little House community in the television series.* * The day of the wedding came and Laura sat in the main room of her parents' house, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was gorgeous. Caroline had worked weeks, crocheting lace and sewing fabric until her daughter looked like a snowy confection. Laura's heart pounded in her breast as she watched her mother stand behind her and place the crown of daisies and the accompanying veil over her face. She could only stare at herself as Caroline and Mary gasped, hugging behind her. "Oh, Laura. You look wonderful." Mary whispered, giving a voice to her feelings. Caroline sobbed into her lace handkerchief. "My baby." "Oh, Ma! Don't start crying now!" Her sister giggled, giving her mother a squeeze. "Wait until the wedding!" She let her mother sit down and embraced Laura from the rear. "You are the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen." "I'm the only bride you've ever seen." "No, you're not!" Mary thought for a moment, remembering her blindness. "Uh, yes, you are." "Don't worry, Mary. When Adam asks you and you get married, you'll be the loveliest bride that I'll have ever seen." Laura stood and turned around, facing her mother and feeling the breath catch in her throat as she noticed her father standing beside Caroline. "Pa?" "You're beautiful, Half-Pint." She launched herself into his arms and just enjoyed his fatherly embrace as Mary and her mother quietly left the room. "You're so very beautiful." "Thank you, Pa." Her heart lifted, knowing that her father was pleased with the way she looked on the day she was to become another man's wife. He set her down on her feet and she smiled up at him, noticing how handsome he was. When his lips came down and touched hers, she was both surprised and excited. "Pa?" "Your last lesson, Laura." He said softly as his fingers began to unbutton the gown. His strong, work-callused hands glided across her back, pushing the fabric aside to feel her soft, warm skin. The bodice of the gown fell away and Pa Ingalls bent down to his daughter's breasts, sucking the small, but perky mounds until the nipples hardened into perfect pink buds. Laura sighed in pleasure, arching her back and pressing her flesh into his searching tongue and shivering at the sensations that ran straight to her pussy. "Oh, Pa." She gasped. "This feels so good." He hummed, making her flesh pebble with goose bumps and she trembled as he moved back and forth between the nubs, licking and sucking. He pushed her backwards until she was her parents' bedroom and he eased the dress down over her hips, leaving her naked. She felt strange being nude in front of her father but his feel of his mouth on her body soothed her nerves. She allowed him to draw down her into his arms and a low moan ripped through her body when she realized that he'd taken his shirt off. Laura ran her hands through his thick, silky fur, kissing down to the waist of his pants. When she looked up into his eyes, she suddenly knew what the lesson was about. Tonight, after walking down the aisle with Almanzo, she would be doing this very same thing to him. Now it was time to learn how to do it on her father. She knelt at his feet and started to undo the buttons, pausing to rub the hard tube of meat. Finally, the last button popped free and she reached inside, wrapping her tiny hand around her father's cock. "Wow!" She gave it a few minutes of close examination and gave it a gentle squeeze that drew a groan from her father. A bead of thick, clear fluid gathered at the head and she leaned down and licked it off. He jerked as if shocked and threw his head back, closing his eyes in rapture. She gave it another lick, then another before finally wrapping her lips around it and sucking it into her mouth. His reaction made the heat raise to her cheeks and she continued her licking and sucking until she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. Caroline Ingalls stood over her husband and daughter, her fingers working her clit as she leaned over to give Laura a French kiss, sucking on her tongue before she let her go. "May I join in?" Little Spouse on the Prairie Ch. 08 *Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Little House community in the television series.* * Laura stood and met her mother's soft mouth. She never knew that a woman's mouth could be so soft and warm. Caroline's tongue gently explored, sliding over her teeth and wrapping around hers until Laura was vibrating with excitement. Her father's hands caressed her back, moving around to grasp the tie on her drawers and pulled them down, pressing kisses onto the soft, white globes of her ass. His attentions made Laura gasp in the middle of the kiss and Caroline smiled, kissing down until she reached her breasts, sucking one of the fat nipples into her mouth. Laura cried out, shivering in her mother's embrace. Charles parted Laura's asscheeks and starting at the top of the cleft, he let his tongue trace the perfumed length, pausing to rim the soft pink pucker before thrusting his tongue inside. Laura moaned again and Charles moved aside so that she could lay down on the bed. Caroline watched as her husband straddled her daughter's buttocks, laying his meat pole between her cheeks. Laura shook at the feeling of her father's cock in the crack of her ass and whimpered lightly. He got up and Caroline turned her over, trading places with Charles between her legs. Laura nearly screamed when her mother's mouth met with her pussy. Her mother's exploration was much different from Reverend Alden's. Where he was frantic, she was calm. Where he was rough, she was gentle. She carefully pried Laura's pussy lips apart, licked her lips at the pooling cream and dove in, tongue first. Charles smiled, straddling Laura's shoulders and laying his dripping pole on her lips. She gazed up into her father's dark eyes and sensuously let her tongue wrap around the head before she opened her mouth. Her father groaned as he sunk his cock into his daughter's mouth. She tried to concentrate on sucking him but her mother's deft tongue was stealing her mind with each stroke. She whimpered, humming against her father's tool as she hurtled toward a mind-blowing orgasm. Charles pulled out of her mouth when she came, kissing her instead and enjoying the fierceness of her response. Gasping for breath, Laura sat up and she and her father looked down at Caroline, laughing when they saw that her cheeks were shiny with Laura's cream. Caroline took her place on the bottom, opening her legs and urging her daughter to partake of her pussy cream. Laura didn't need much prodding; she leaned down and tongued her mother's cunt until Caroline was moaning. Charles took the opportunity to stick his cock into his wife's mouth, enjoying her vigorous sucking until he couldn't take it any more. Laura stepped aside and let her father take her place, watching with great awe as his thick cock disappeared, inch by inch, into her mother's juicy pussy. Laura moved to the head of the bed, straddling her mother's head. Caroline welcomed her daughter's sweet cunt, making her tongue a pole and letting her grind down on it as it slid into her pussy. She quivered and came again, letting the cream slide down her mother's tongue. Charles leaned forward and targeted Laura's breasts, sucking each into his mouth, then moving to her mouth as he continued to pump his moaning wife. Laura came again, just as her mother came and the action of Caroline's pussy muscles clamping around Charles' cock made him explode into her. Laura rolled to the side, shuddering as her pussy still pulsed but then surprised her father by pushing him back until his cock slid out of her mother and took the wet, flaccid piece of meat into her mouth, thoroughly cleaning him. Charles gave his daughter a kiss, then moved, watching with a fatherly smile as she moved down and ate the cum from Caroline's throbbing pussy. Her mother came again, forcing Laura's face into her cunt and grinding until she came a second and third time. Lying between her parents, Laura reflected on the things she had learned in the last few weeks. In a few short hours, she would become Mrs. Almanzo Wilder and the lessons would have to sustain her for the rest of her life. "We love you, Laura." Her father's words and their arms around her lulled her into sleep. When she awoke, she was alone in her parents' bed and the wedding dress had been laid out on Grandma's rocking chair. Time to get married. She sat up, smiling as tears coursed down her cheeks as she arose. She put the dress on and looked in the mirror, admiring her reflection. "I am Laura Ingalls, " She whispered. "Soon to be Laura Ingalls Wilder and I am ready to be the little spouse on the prairie." With a second glance at her parents' bed, Laura turned to the door with a smile. And clasping the tongue-in-groove latch and throwing the door open, she confidently stepped into her future.