Storiesonline.net ------- A Hole in Time by cmsix Copyright© 2010 by cmsix ------- Description: Jake discovered something funny about the cave he found on the land he leased for hunting. He found a cave, but when he went out the back entrance he couldn't find the front one from where he was. Codes: MF ScFi TimeTr harem ------- ------- Chapter 1 I was lucky and I new it. Not in everything, but mostly I was lucky. I'd been born to a well to do mother and father and I had it made growing up. I didn't have to worry about clothes or food. It didn't mean I got everything I wanted because I didn't, but I'll have to say I got everythig I needed, and then some. My good luck lasted too. By the time I finished high-school and then a couple of years of trying out college I knew higher education wasn't for me. If I'd been a real go-getter it might have been, but I wasn't and I didn't really need it. My grandfather had been one and my father too. They'd been in the sawmill business and later my father started a retail business. It was sort of like a general store, but supersized. I think he actually got the idea from running the sawmill commisary back when a mill was sort of like a small town. It was another way the mill made money, or earned back the money it paid its employees. They bought what they needed for life at the commisary, or the company store, as many of the employees and their families called it, and the money they were paid went mostly back to the mill. Hell, it wasn't even really money they were paid with. It was company script. Of course it would only spend at the company store but then again where else did they have to spend their earnings? That was neither here nor there, it was back then. Back befoe Wal-Mart, K-Mart or any of the other Marts. It was in the past as far as my father and family went. We lived in town by the time I came along and my Dad had left the compeny store and started his own store in town. Of course I worked when I was going to high-school, in fact I started when I was in junior high. Hell, I had a wanter, I guess I was born with it. I wanted a horse, and I wanted a rifle and later a shotgun and then I got off into pistols. Revolvers, I guess they are more correctly called. Anyway, my father had never been interested in guns or hunting and if I wanted to own any guns or do any hunting I had to work. All that came to an end when I headed out for college though. All the working that is. In fact, durig the second year I spent at college my working came to an end, literally. My aunts and uncles started dying off and leaving me things and they turned out to be really nice things. Like mineral rights. In the old time sawmill business a lot of land ended up being purchased by the mill. People were funny about selling their timber and they always seemed to think they'd do better just selling the land the timber was on. I guess it was because they didn't know how to sell their timber. They didn't want to learn about it either. They didn't know a board foot from a kick in the ass and they didn't take the trouble to learn. They thought they understood what was happening when they got so many dollars per acre and they reasoned they would be better off without the land after the timber was cut off since they wouldn't have to pay taxes on the land any longer. Hell, why would my grandfather or father or any of my uncles want to tell them different. They just bought the land, cut the timber off it and then held onto the land, including the mineral rights. The Arabs and their oil embargo caused me to give up on higher education, indirectly of course. When a company paid me fifty thousad bucks to drill over some of my mineral rights one of my dearly departed aunties had left me I decided I could do just as well riding horses and deer hunting as I could working. When the well came in and I got my first month's production check for eight thousand dollars I knew I had done the right thing. Suddenly I forgave my father for his stingy ways with allowance while I was growning up. I was old enough now to live on my own and I bought fifty acres, sold off the timber, kept the land and the mineral rights myself, and built a little house on the place, and a nice barn to keep my horses in. I didn't have a lot of horses, but they were nice ones. I had a three year old sorrel Quarterhorse stallion, and two bay Quarterhorse mares. I trained them myself, or at least I trained at them and we taught each other how to get along together. I called myself Arab rich every month when the checks came in and the land, house, barn, and horses weren't the only things I spent money on. I bought some nice firearms too. Of course I had to have a saddle gun and I went for a Marlin 336c in .35 Remington. For bird hunting I bought a Browning 12 gauge automatic. I know, the really top of the line shotgun for bird hunting is an over and under double barrel, but I settled for the Browning automatic because I wanted to do a little duck hunting too. With the duck hunting came a shock. I could train a horse with no trouble, but I couldn't train dogs worth a shit. I got up off the money for an already trained pair of black labs. At least I was able to encourage their aggressive behavior for when someone undesireable came around so I guess I did sort of train part of the way they acted. The oil money changed my life and made me a man of liesure at twenty-two years old, and I didn't mind it one bit, but another thing changed my life and it was related to my newly acquired life of liesure, at least it was related tangentially. With my new bankroll I leased some land to deer hunt on in southwest Texas. That's where the other life changing event occured. I loaded up my pickup, a 1976 Chevy four wheel drive short and wide. That means a short wheelbase fleetside. I had an extra fuel tank added in the bed, a one hundred and fifty gallon model and I also had a camper shell put on and a bed, or at least a mattress, put in the pickup's bed also. I had hell getting the fuel tank vent lines extedned outside the camper shell, and there was also trouble getting the filler tube extended outside the shell, but I didn't want to be sleeping in the back with a young vapor bomb in there with me. Still it was worth the extra trouble. I could pull over and go to sleep when I got tired without the bother of dragging a camper trailer along with me. Besides, I needed to tow my horse trailer along and when I asked a Texas Highway Patrolman he told me I couldn't legally tow two trailers no matter if I did have a commercial drivers license with a doubles endorsement. I'll admit, by now I was wishing I'd bought a long bed pickup instead of the short-bed model, but still, the short wheelbase made it easier to get out of serious mudholes, and I hated being stuck so bad I'd already added a Warn bunper and winch to the front just in case I got somewhere four wheel drive wouldn't get me out without help. Anyway, deer season drew near and I packed up my hunting clothes and other things including my Marlin, my Super Balckhawks, and plenty of ammunition for both. I even took along my reloading equipment and plenty of primers, powder, bullets, and shot for the shotgun. I put my horses and my mule in the trailer and headed for West Texas to do a little hunting. That's where I found the next big thing in my life, on my deer lease. I drove out to nearly the center of the five hundred acres I'd leased. About a hundred of the acres were tied up in a mini mountain range nearly in the exaxt center of things and damned if I didn't find a cave among 'em. It hadn't been mentioned by the real estate guy who leased me the land and I considered it a big bonus. Hell, was it ever. It was large enough for me to pull my truck and horse trailer into and the horses wern't bothered a bit being unloaded in a cave. I put them right back in the trailer though, grabbed my best flashlight and took off looking around in the cave. I found a sort of passage near the back and headed down it. At first I thought I might get lost if I fucked around and wandered too far so I promised myself I'd go back and get a roll of twine to unwind and mark my way if the passage branched off. It didn't happen though. The passage was long, but there was only one choice of a way to go so I couldn't get lost. Hell, I didn't have to go very far until I came to another opening to the outside. I did feel a little funny when I went outside though, I got a kind of queasy feeling in my stomach, but I got over it soon enough. Things looked different going outside this new way. Hell, it mostly just looked more overgrown. The trees looked bigger on this side and the woods looked even more woodsy. I don't really know how to explain it, but things just appered to be even more backwoodsy than the front side had looked somehow. I walked around just taking it in for a couple of hours and since the day was coming to a close I went back to my truck, fed my horses and built a little fire to warm up some supper. I debated with myselrf whether to lead the horses out through the passage and hobble them outside since there was a sort of pasture like area just outside over there but I decided not to tonight. I'd ride them out there tomorrow and look around more carefully, but right now I wanted some supper and my bed so I mixed together a can of Wolf Brand Chili and a can of Ranch Style Beans, ate my fill and hit the hay, or at least I crawled into my pickup bed's bed and went to sleep. I woke the next morning but nothing unusual woke me. I'd just set my mental alarm clock and woke at seven AM. I built another fire, fried a couple of eggs and plenty of bacon. I didn't go to the trouble of making any biscuits though, I just slathered a couple of slices of bread with Country Crock margarin and gobbled it all down. After I was fed I saddled my stallion, put on my double holster gun belt, tied my saddle scabbard onto the saddle and slid the Marlin into it. I led Red, my stallion, out through the passage I'd found yesterday, mounted up, and started exploring around for real. About ten minutes later I came across a road. It was a dirt one of course, the odd thing was I could see where it had been traveled, but the tracks didn't look like they were made by tires. There were hoofprints in it and narrow tracks which almost looked like old timey wagon wheels. Hell, I took off down the road to see where it went. Damnation, it went to a town, sorta. There were wooden frame buildings with the road leading down what looked for all the world like a main street. I could see a few signs on the buildings, but they were hand painted and none of them were such a good job of it either. At least they got the idea across of what the place was. Two of them were saloons, one was a General Store, and there was a cafe. They even had hitching racks out in front of them so I tied Red up and went into the cafe. It was a shock itself. Mostly I got the feeling it was just super old. The tables were old style for real and the place didn't look very clean though it didn't look really dirty either. Just sort of shopworn. I took a seat at a table and a woman walked over. "What'll you have?" she asked. I took a wild guess and said,"Two fried eggs, some sausage, and a couple of biscuits." It must have passed muster since she turned around and went to a door, stuck her head inside it and repeated my order. I guess to the cook. She returned with a glass of water for me, but I noticed there was no ice in it. Looking the place over I began to understand it was old style for real. The light inside it came from the windows and that was the extent of it. There were zero light fixtures and as I looked it over more carefully I could tell there wasn't even any electirc service at all. The waitress came with my food a few minutes later and when she asked I ordered a cup of coffee too. She brought a cup and then went into the kitchen for a seriously old fashioned enameled coffee pot. I remember thinking it seemed like a labor intensive way to sell coffee. In fact I couldn't remember ever being in any type of cafe that didn't have at least a couple of coffee pots and coffee makers scattered around for easy service. Still, the coffee was good and it turned out the food was too. I swallowed it down, paid my way out, and went back outside. Another oddity hit me when I made it back outside. There were no cars on the street anywhere. There were a few other horses tied up at hitching racks and I even saw a couple of horse or mule drawn wagons tied up in front of the big General store. What the hell, I didn't come here for a research project so I blew the oddities off, climbed back aboard Red, and headed right back where I'd come from. I got my biggest shock when I made it back to the rear entrance of the cave I"d left from this morning. I decided to ride around and check things out more carefully and that's where the surprise came in. I intended to ride around the small mountain the cave was in, but when I did I couldn't find the front where I'd parked my pickup. I went all the way around the small mountain and even came back to the rear entrance from the other direction. No where did I cross the road I'd taken to find the place. I gave it up as being impossible and re-entered the cave from the back side, unsaddled Red, and put him back in the trailer. What I thought of as the mystery started gnawing on me by now and so I packed everything back up, hitched my horse trailer back to my truck, climbed in my pick-up and headed back the way I'd come. I looked for a way to get onto the road I'd ridden over this morning and couldn't find a way to reach it. I'd found a mystery for real. I headed back to the last town I'd been to in my pick-up and stopped in it at another cafe. This one was more normal to my way of thinking and since it was coming on to noon I stopped at a drive in and ordered a hamburger and fries and had lunch. The other, much older, town had me stumped now so after eating I headed right back out to the cave, parked my truck and let Red, and my pack mule, Mose out to graze in front of the entrance and hobbled them. After I had the stock grazing I went back into the cave for another look see. It turneed out to be exploring for real. Everything in the cave looked like what I'd expect a cave to look like. The only odd part of it was the rear exit. I went out to take another look around twice during the monrning and I noticed the same twinge in the stomach each time I went out, but it seemed to affect me less with the extra trips outside. I finally decided to saddle Red again and make a determined search for the road that had brought me here. I spent the whole afternoon looking around and even though I went completely around the small mountain I never did find the road or the front entrance. It was as if it just wasn't there. This just didn't make sense to me. How could I find a cave, go through it and not be able to find the entrance from the other side. I'd been calling it a mountain but it wasn't really one. It was just a large hill but it was mostly rocky. There didn't seem to be any room for a mystery here, but there was one. When I went out through the back entrance I couldn't find the front one no matter how hard I looked. If I went out through the front entrance I couldn't find the back one. Nevermind that I'd been completely around the formation, the only way I could get inside the cave was by going back into the entrance I left the cave from. I kept at it until nearly sunset and then went back inside, built up my fire, broiled a steak, and warmed up a can of beans. After eating I cleaned up my dishes, crawled into my camper shell, and went to sleep for the night. It wasn't the best night's sleep I'd ever had but it was restful enough. When I woke the next morning I built up the fire, fried some eggs and a ham steak and ate. After cleaning up I walked out the front entrance and set to work picking up some firewood. I carted it inside and stacked it the decided to ride Red out through the back and go back to the little town I'd found. It was a real shocker when I started to leave this monring. It was raining out. It wasn't a turd floater or anything but it was a steady downpour. Funny, it hadn't looked like rain when I'd gone out the front entrance for the firewood. ------- Chapter 2 To my way of thinking this was just weird. I knew I hadn't seen everything at this early point in my life, but damn. How could I enter a cave at one entrance and come in out of a bright early morning and walk out the other cave entrance into a young rain storm. I went back in the cave, tied Red up, and went to my pickup to fish out my slicker. When I had it on I went back to Red, mounted up, and headed out the back way. It was pretty much a miserable ride to town in the rain, but there was nothing for it. I had it to do. When I made it to town this time I tied Red up in front of Bill's hardware store. When I walked in it was almost like I'd stepped back in time. The stock wasn't what I'd expected even if it was hardware. It was hardware for real though. It was old hardware. There was no section for electric cooking things as I'd expected to find. In fact I didn't see one thing to work off electricity. No drills, no air compressors, nothing, not even one damned toaster. Nothing electrical. They had hammers and saws for sure, but they looked like much older models than I was used to. Hell, they even had a nice selection of butter churns. They had handtools for sure, but they were old fashioned for real hand tools. The only drilling equipment I saw was the old brace and bit and the only bits available were the old auger bits for making a hole in wood. They had hammers, hatchets, and axes but every one of them had wooden handles. There were none of the more modern fiberglass handles in anything. It looked to me like what a hardware store would have been a hundred years ago. I walked around and found a collection of firearms and they were all old as the hills too. Nothing at all modern. In fact they didn't have any of what I thought of as shotguns. They had a couple of old double barrels but they didn't break open for loading, they were muzzle loaders. I didn't want a muzzle loader and I sure as hell didn't need any of the black powder or shot to load one with. I finally decided I needed out of there. I made my way to the exit and out, I did see something that let me know for real I had stumbled into something odd though. I saw a man paying his way out after buying one of the churns. He was paying with what looked like gold dust and a man at the counter was weighing it out. It reminded me of the strange way the woman in the cafe had looked at me when I paid for my meal earlier. It had been dirt cheap to start with and I'd paid for it with pocket change. She looked at the coins as if they were strange to her, but I'd passed muster at the last and she called us even. I left Bill's hardware without making a purchase and went directly back to Red, mounted him and left town. Something was wrong here and I couldn't get a handle on it. I rode out of town heading back down the road I'd used coming to town. It would have been a wasted trip if I hadn't run into trouble. About five miles out of town I heard gunshots and as I went around a curve in the road I saw an old time stagecoach stopped in the road and two men with guns drawn were ordering people out of it. Like a dumbass I just kept approaching and suddenly one of the armed men looked my way and shouted at me. I didn't understand what he said at first but there was no mistaking intent when he pointed his revolver my way and fired a shot. I kicked Red into the roadside woods, bailed off him, and pulled my Marlin out of the saddle scabbard on the way off. I heard hoofbeats coming down the road and I figured the asshole was coming my way. When he came up into the woods from the road I was sure of it. He spotted Red right away but I'd stooped down behind some brush. He came looking for me with his revolver in his hand and he even fired a shot or two at random. I guess he was hoping he'd hit me by luck. I pointed the Marlin his way and shot him in the chest and it put and end to his fucking around. Damned if I didn't hear more hoofbeats start my way after that and so I took another hiding spot and waited. Sure enough the other one came into the woods a couple of minutes later and he was calling out for Clem and he headed right for Red and no doubt Clem's horse. He had his revolver out too but I didn't shoot him, yet. He rode over to Clem's body and dismounted. He was bending down over him and facing away from where I was hidden now and so I stood up, Marlin in hand, and spoke up. "I don't know what in the fuck is going on here mister, but if you want to live much longer you'd better stand back up with your hands above your head. Remember, I ain't asking." I said. Damned if he didn't do it. I eased up behind him and put the Marlin's muzzle against his back, just to let him know I was serious. He flinched a little when I did it and so I told him to drop his revolver out of its holster onto the ground. He reached for it, but I could see he had no intention of dropping it and so I jabbed his backbone hard with the Marlin and it made him lose his balance and when he was falling he put his hands out to break his fall. When he hit the ground I turned the Marlin around and gave him a butt stroke across the back of his head. I set the Marlin down and tied his hands behind him with a rawhide piggin string off his saddle. I removed his weapons then and even took a big bowie knife off his belt. I had to help him back up on his horse and then I tied his feet together uner it without letting him put his feet in the stirrups. I tied his hands to the pommel of his saddle and then took hold of the reins, mounted Red, and then led my captive out of the woods. We headed back to the stage coach and confusion was reigning supreme there. The driver was dead and the only other man there was wounded. I got the story out of the women, but it came all in a rush. Finally I got a lovely young blonde to settle down enough to tell what had happened. Apparently it had been exactly what it looked like to me, as in, a holdup. I didn't let on how surprising it was to me of course. I mostly just listened and wondered where we'd go from here. Thankfully, there was a shotgun rider with the coach and he said he needed to ride into town to tell the marshal about this robbery. He unhitched the lead mule, made some changes to the harness and reins and then hopped on his back and took off. Just before he left, Janet, the blonde, asked him to send a doctor out to see about the wounded man and he told her he would. I didn't really see the need for me to stick around for the law to arrive, but Janet was a looker and Betty, a fine looking and lustily built redhead were staying right near my side and I didn't have the heart to just leave them. There was also an older looking man with his wife who had been in the stage too, but I didn't feel the proper vibe from him to trust him with the situation. It took about an hour for the marshal to show back up and in the mean time Janet and Betty told me their stories. The wounded man, who had since died, had hired the two of them to come to town and work in a saloon. Janet said he'd promised them they wouldn't have to be whores when they got there, but Betty said she haedn't been convinced. "He said he was the owner and now we don't even know what will become of us," Janet said, and started sniffling looking to me like she was getting set up for a good crying jag. "Don't worry a thing about that now. I'll take care of you two for the time being," I said, but I didn't really have any idea why I'd said it. "You won't turn us out to whoing will you?" Janet asked. "What does it matter, Janet. You know George was just lying to us all along and intended to put us to whoring no matter what he said. Maybe Jake will put us up in a good house so we we won't have to take on all the drunks from a saloon." Betty said. "I can tell you one thing for sure. You'll never spend a day or night whoing if you come with me." I said, and it seemed to suit them just fine. Of course I hadn't said a word about me not taking advantage of the situation, but I considered that a discussion for later. For right now the talk and their looks were giving me a swelling down below and I decided I wanted them near me for the immediate future. What the hell. They were both good looking, pretty in the face and even with their old timey wardrobe I could tell they were both built like the proverbial brick shithouse. By this time the Marshal from town had arrived amd he asked me to show him to the dead bodies of the men I'd killed. I mounted Red and led him off into the woods. "I knew these two were trouble ever since they started hanging around in town. I'd say you did the town a favor mister. I don't think they deserve a burial either. Just take what you want off their bodies and we'll leave them out here for the critters to take care of." he said. I was shocked but didn't hesitate to get down and go through their clothes for valuables. I was shocked again when I saw what I came up with. In the first place their pockets were stuffed with gold double eagles. I counted two hundred and sixteen between the two of them. Their firearms were surprising too. I recognised the .36 caliber or Navy Pattersons at once and damned if all four of them didn't look nearly new. They each had a pepperbox six shooter hideout gun too. More oddities were on their saddles since they both had a .44 rimfire Henry repeater in a saddle scabbard. I put the loot, except for the double eagles, in their saddlebags and then stripped off their clothes so the animals could get rid of them faster. The marshal stayed with me for the process and he even congratulated me on the haul I'd made. We left them lying, mounted up, and I led my two new horses carrying my loot back out to the stage. When we arrived Betty and Janet were standing beside the stage but everything else was ready to go. The marshal said I needn't come into town unless I wanted to and so I asked Betty and Janet if they could ride. They both said they could and voluntered they didn't have any baggage worth bothering with. The shotgun guard even cured that little detail by telling them thir bags would be waiting at the stage office for them to pick up later. I helped them mount the two horses I'd gained and then led off back toward the cave. Of course they wanted to know where we were going and so I told them they wouldn't believe me if I told them so I'd just show them. They swallowed that fine and when we came to the cave I'm sure they were at least a little let down. They felt a little better when I showed them the sleeping arrangements. Afterwards I cooked us all a steak for supper. They fell right in to help me cleaning up and we sat around drinking coffee until the sun went down. Of course since it was now dark outside they felt it was time to go to sleep and so I helped them into the pickup bed and gave them time to get ready for bed. They had a big surprise for me when they called me inside. They were both on the bed without a stitch on. Damn, they were even prettier naked than they had appeared when dressed. "You can be gentle can't you," Janet asked. "Yes, please be gentle. Neither one of us has ever done it before," Betty said. Breaking in virgins isn't my favorite thing, but I felt sure I was up to the task and in fact I was looking forward to the job. I felt lucky to have it ahead of me. Here I was about to climb into bed between two lushly built virgins and my dick was hard as iron already. When I settled between them they both commenced kissing and I had more titties than I could grope at once. Their big and firm titties had my attention at once and I latched onto one of Betty's first and sucked her hipples for effect. It was a good move on my part and when I switched to Janet's I knew I was on the right track. I was in an excellent position to find out whether they were or were not virgins and I intended to do so soonest. Still, it didn't really make a shit to me if they were or weren't and no matter what I found out I intended to keep it to myself. Apparently Janet was ready to get to it. She may or may not have ever done it before but I could tell right away she'd watched the process at some time. She took hold of my shoulders and pulled me close for some heavy duty kissing and then she tugged around on my ass until she had me settled in between her spread thighs. Hell, I didn't even have to handle my dick to aim it since she took hold and put me right up against her slippery lips. True to my promise I eased it in. I found the barrier she'd been claiming to still have right away and with a little more pressure I did away with it. She winced just a little and then she wrapped her arms around me and held on for dear life. I just settled in to have a round of the old in-out in-out while craning my neck down to suck and tease her pointy nipples. Betty didn't intend to be left out though and she kissed and petted all over my neck and back. In almost no time I was getting a reaction out of Janet. She was pulling me closer every time I pumped it up her and her legs were creeping up around my waist as she started hunching it up to me from below for real. "Oh God," she said, "Mamma told me it would hurt the first time, and it did sting right at first, but by now I can't believe how good it feels." Janet said. "Does he have a big dick?" Betty asked. "It looked big when I saw it but I don't have anything to compare it to," she said. "I don't either, but it felt really big when he pushed it up in me. It feels good though and it's getting better as he keeps going. The way he's sucking and licking on my titties is driving me crazy too," Jasnet said. I was getting to the short rows myself by now. Janet's untried pussy was a snug firm fit and the way she was shaking her ass now had me right on the edge. I made a couple of harder and deeper strokes and it must have set Janet off because she wiggled and shook like she was lying on a live wire. I concentrated on pumping come up her and holding her hips to me by the grip I had on her nice firm asscheeks. I'll admit I might have gotten just a little loud while I was shouting out the arrival of my come. I was well and truly spent as I sagged down onto Janet's lush body, panting. Betty din't let well enough along though and she pushed me off to the side so I could catch my breath. She had plans for Janet though. She planned to get every scrap of information she could out of her ... They whispered back and forth for a few minutes and then Betty moved her attention back to me and before quick could get ready she was nuzzling around on my sticky dick with her lips and tongue and she was sucking for stiffness. She got some prettt quickly too. ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2010-11-24 Last Modified: 2010-11-25 / 08:52:15 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------