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Can_t stop the sex

"We'll be making camp in about an hour or so."

"Oh? So early in the day?"

Gloria Cramer leaned forward on the driver's seat of the big wagon to catch her husband's words more clearly. He had clattered up beside her with the news, having just returned from a conference with Ben Magee, the leader of the four-wagon freight train.

"We'll be at the crossing tomorrow," Henry Cramer explained. "They don't want to camp too close to it tonight, just in case there are Indians about. Magee says there's a small creek up ahead where we can stop."

"That will be nice," Gloria said, looking about to make sure that no one else was within earshot. Seeing no rider or wagon closer than a hundred yards, she felt freer to speak openly. "Perhaps you'll accompany me upstream -I'd like to bathe in something besides a bucket for once!"

Her husband's eyes flashed darkly and a knowing smile creased his face. Gloria answered with a knowing look of her own. That was all they needed; although they had been married less than four weeks they already knew each other well enough to be able to form an accurate mental picture of how their sojourn up the creek, if it happened, would end. Henry lifted his big, sun-browned hand in an' affectionate salute and galloped away, off to take up his post on the right wing of the small caravan. Gloria slapped the reins across the rumps of the mules pulling their wagon and settled back for the last hour's drive.

"Yes, my darling husband, it will indeed be nice to be alone with you for even an hour," she said to herself as she watched him ride away. "Ahh. this blasted wagon train-what a place to spend a honeymoon! Thank God we had those few days alone before setting out on this trip! Yes, Henry, I'll take you up that creek with me and when we're out of sight of those others, then we'll see!"

She stirred uncomfortably on the wagon seat as her pussy began to come alive with feeling. The mere thought of being alone with her husband had a strange and compelling power, as she well knew, and she blushed slightly to find herself thinking exactly how they could spend their time together. Gloria had been a virgin when she had made her vows to Henry back in San Antonio, but she had gladly surrendered her hymeneal membrane, along with her freedom, to him on that memorable night when he had taught her things the existence of which she had never even suspected.

And ever since that night, whether during the week that they had had for a honeymoon or in stolen, furtive moments snatched from the cares of driving a wagon train west to Tombstone, in the Arizona Territory, he had continued to further her education in the sensual arts. The result of this relentless pursuit of knowledge, as it might be called, was that Gloria now had a fierce and definitely physical hunger for the length of muscle growing from the base of her husband's belly. She also had a heightened appreciation for the overwhelming power of the hair-fringed slit running between her own long, firm thighs, an appreciation which was a direct result of Henry's teaching.

Yes, my pussy, she thought, though even now she blushed even when saying the fascinating word to herself. Mmm, to get my pussy around that cock of yours, my darling Henry, and then to fuck until we're both delirious with happiness! Until your big balls are shooting that precious fluid so deep into my cunt I'll never be able to get it all out!

They had left San Antonio on May 28, 1872, bound for the Arizona Territory and Tombstone, where Henry's brother, Jed, was building up a freighting business. She calculated for a moment and realized that today was June 13; in eight days they would have been married exactly one month. For a time they had talked about going it alone with the wagonload of supplies Jed had ordered, but after hearing stories of the occasional band of marauding Indians they had seized the opportunity to throw their wagon in with a small train headed up by the more experienced Ben Magee.

"It won't be much of a treat for you," Henry had said when they were discussing the possibility of joining Magee's group, "but at least it'll be a lot safer. Which would you rather have? Privacy or safety?"

"Naturally I'd prefer both," she had said, giving him a look that had suggested a great deal, "but since I've grown so fond of you in the last few days I'll choose safety. But only because I want to enjoy so many more days -and nights!-with you, you understand!"

Thus she found herself alone with five other men on the barren, desolate Texas prairies less than a dozen miles from the Pecos River. For eleven days they had not seen another human being; for the past four they had had to camp beside foul-smelling creeks or waterholes barely deserving the name. The chance of seeing running water, water that might be able to be drunk without retching, had a strong appeal to her.

Even more appealing, however, was the prospect of being alone with her husband, alone and assured of enough privacy that she could give vent to her urge to cry out aloud when he pierced her with that incomparable spear rising out of his loins. At first she had been shocked and ashamed of herself for the scandalous way she had groaned and shrieked when he had thrust the bolt home, bringing shudders of joy to her big-boned body, but he had taught her to express herself freely and without any restraint whatever. This lesson, which she had found so contrary to all the rules of decorum and behavior she had learned from her mother and aunts, had now backfired: when he came to her in the night, under the wagon, she had not dared to utter even a groan, due to the four other men lying in their blankets only a few feet away.

"If it weren't so blessed good," she had said shortly after they had first made love under the wagon, "I wouldn't even bother with it! Oh, Henry, to feel you going into me and not being able to urge you on the way you've taught me to do, that's sheer torture! And as for not being able to hold up a lamp and look at that lovely cock of yours as I bring it to life, well!"

The truth was simple: though Gloria had been reared in the atmosphere of stifling propriety which characterized the mid-nineteenth century middle class in America, she had also been blessed with a highly responsive body and an open, inquiring mind. She had taken her wedding vows seriously and in fact had. willingly endowed Henry with all her worldly possessions, including her superbly fashioned body. A brunette and exceptionally tall, she carried herself with a proud, erect bearing which added even more to her overwhelming physical presence. She had naturally been reluctant to display her body to him after the ceremony but had given in to his repeated requests. Upon finding that the sight of her naked flesh had a dramatic effect on him, one which she greatly enjoyed creating, she lost most of her maidenly reserve and now openly searched for ways in which she might flaunt her abundant physical charms before him.

"Yes, we'll find ourselves a secluded spot and then I'll undress for you," she said to herself as the mules mechanically plodded ahead. "Yes, I'll take everything off! The sun will still be up and you'll be able to see all of me, my darling Henry; you'll be able to undress and I'll see all of you! Ahh, to have that cock of yours in my hand! To rub it over my thighs and belly, or over my nipples! To feel your eyes on my pussy, probing deep and looking into every part of me! Yes, Henry, we must definitely take this opportunity!"

Gloria occupied herself with these and similar thoughts for the rest of the day's drive. The result was that when they came to the small creek and Magee had signalled for them to pull the four wagons into the rough square they formed when making camp, she was thoroughly excited and could hardly bear to help unharness the mules.

"There's a nice little pool about a half-mile up the creek, ma'am," Magee told her after the mules and other animals had been staked out for the night, "hi case you was thinkin' about takin' you a bath or somethin' like that, I mean."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Magee, I would certainly appreciate that," Gloria replied. "I'm afraid that travel and good looks don't fit too well together."

"Ma'am, ye'll alhis be the queen of this here wagon train or any other I ever seen," Magee assured her. "Now, about that pool-you just head upstream till you find it. I ain't seen no sign of Indians so it ought to be safe enough and anyway, I'm gonna hunt off to the north and your mister, he'll be he's gotn' to be huntin' off to the northeast, so there'll be enough protection, don't you worry your head none about that!"

"I won't worry," she promised. "But do you think there is really a danger of Indians;* I had understood the army had them under control, or very nearly so."

"Yep, almost. It's that 'nearly,' though-every once in a while a band of them devils'11 slip through and go on a rampage. It ain't likely, not at this time of the year, but then again it don't pay to go bein' careless."

"I'll be sure and not go too far," Gloria assured the grizzled old frontiersman. "And I mustn't be gone too long either-now.that we have some extra time I might try my hand at cooking up something special for us tonight!"

"That'd sure be fine, ma'am. I tell you, a body sure gets tired of jerked beef and cold bread day in 'n day out."

Gloria rummaged through one of her trunks and. brought out a towel and a fresh dress, along with a change of underclothes. Gathering these up, together with a bar of soap, she looked around for her husband. Henry was coming toward her, having completed staking out the team.

"Mr. Magee says that you have a little hunting trip planned," she said, smiling coquettishly. "I'm going up the creek to that little pool he mentioned and have myself a bath."

"I'll look in on you," Henry promised. "This is one time I'll have better luck at hunting than that old rascal does!"

Gloria smiled again and set off up the creek. Henry took a different route, angling back nearly along the path they had followed with the wagons, and disappeared into the brush. She felt her skin crinkle and tingle with anticipation as she walked along; the thought of having him in a -situation where they could throw caution and restraint aside had already created a fierce hunger within her loins. She felt the tops of her thighs rubbing against the inflamed lips of her pussy as she walked, adding to her excitement and constantly reminding her of the eagerness with which she looked forward to having him.

The pool was exactly where Magee had said it would be. A huge jumble of rocks against the far bank marked the site of a small spring which gurgled happily, adding its supply of water to the creek. A few clumps of bushes, absurdly-green in the otherwise tan and grey landscape, gave the setting a vaguely idyllic tone. Gloria looked around, found a level, open spot which would be suitable for a dressing room, and carefully placed her fresh clothing and towel on_a nearby bush. She began undressing and soon had stripped down to the skin. The sun was not so low that it could not fill the area with heat and light; she turned to it and opened herself to the sun. Its warmth made her skin even more alive with feeling.

She stepped into the pool, carrying the bar of soap, and began working up a lather. The accumulated grime and sweat of travel dissolved and slid away, leaving her ivory-hued flesh in its naturally clean condition. She made sure that she lathered the dark, bushy Vee between her thighs especially well and that the soap's creamy foam was worked into the painfully tender slit between her thighs. She gasped with pleasure as her fingers worked over the puffy, swollen lips; the overheated condition of her pussy made it respond even to this chaste gesture.

"Mmm, so hot and moist inside!" she thought, allowing her fingers to probe into the taut, muscle-rimmed opening. "Ahh, Henry will love getting his cock into that! And I will love it too-the spreading, full sensation, the excitement of having my legs around him, the joy of feeling his cock fill my cunt with love!"

She looked around, hearing a noise in the bushes behind, then smiled when she saw her husband coming toward her. He paused beside her clothing, still holding his shotgun, and looked at her with open hunger. She rose to her feet, turning toward him, and proudly faced him.

"Your eyes, they're making me want you even more!" she murmured, coming toward him as he began undressing. "Ahh, Henry, this will be beautiful, I know it will!"

"You'll never know how I've been looking forward to this," he muttered as his fingers flew up and down his buttons. "The waiting was awful but I'd almost say that it was worthwhile! You look lovelier than ever!"

"And to think that I once thought it was bad to let a man see me this way/" she marvelled. "Not that I'd let any other man see me, of course, but just think what Mother would say if she knew how I loved to parade myself before you!"

"Your mother is a fine woman," Henry said, "but she knows nothing of things like this. And what she doesn't know won't hurt her a bit."

"Mmm, so hard, so big!" she whispered, going to him and taking his cock in her hand when he was completely undressed. "I wonder if all wives take th/ir husbands like this? Do they all love to have this incredible tool in their hands? Do all husbands love to be fondled and petted the way you do?"

"I don't know about anyone else, my dear, but I certainly love it," Henry said. "Yes, touch it to your thighs -up there too, that's wonderful!"

Gloria had moved closer to him and was now brushing the tip of the tool against the inner parts of her thighs. Sighing with delight, she spread her feet wider apart and then pressed the thick, bulbous cock between them. She was almost as tall as her husband and his prick jutted straight out and into the pocket between her thighs and pussy. She pressed closer to him and rubbed herself back and forth against the hot, hard instrument as he lifted his hands to her breasts.

"Mmm, rub them harder!" she purred, throwing her arms around his neck and twisting her shoulders to press the large, well-shaped globes into his palms. "Yes, like that-it makes me want you all the harder!"

"How do you want me?" he asked, smiling with pleasure as she rubbed against him. "What do you want me to do? Tell me, Gloria; I love hearing you say it!"

"Ohh, I want you in my cunt!" she muttered hoarsely. "I want you on me and in me, fucking me, making me come; I want you to come too! I want to feel your cock and balls shooting come into my cunt!"

"Let's do it!" he urged, tweaking her nipples in a way that made her shudder with sensual agony. "Here, spread your dress; I'll fuck you on it!"

She spread her discarded dress on the sandy clearing and fell back on it, bringing her knees up and spreading them wide. He knelt between her thighs and examined her pussy for a moment as she manipulated the lips in the way he had taught her. A full-lipped slit, dark and glistening with passionate arousal, it beckoned him inward like a magnet attracting steel. He extended himself over her body and held his weight on his hands and knees as she reached down to take his cock in her hand.

"This is the part I like best," she whispered, arching her neck to give herself a clear view of the swollen tool. "Yes, I like to watch it in my fingers while I'm preparing it for love!"

She grasped the rod between her thumb and forefirtger and slowly forced the foreskin back so as to expose the lavender-colored head completely. It slid into view as her fingers pressed the covering skin further back.

"There, that looks ever so much more exciting," she purred. "Really, Henry, you must teach me to do it to you the way you did it to yourself when you were a boy! What did you call that/"

"Jacking off," he said, enjoying the feel of her hand on his prick. "I'll teach you but it will be difficult; when I get in a state like this I want to have your cunt around me, not your hand!"

"And I want it in my cunt, not my hand," she replied. "But I rather fancy the idea of fucking you with my hand sometime. Promise me you'll teach me how to do it.'"

"Of course I will," he said. "Ugghh! Your pussy's like fire!"

"Indeed it is," she agreed, rubbing the naked head of his prick against the lips of her pussy and mashing them flat with the tool. "I've been thinking all day about how I could get you by yourself. Sitting there on the driver's seat, it gives me a lot of time to daydream about how we could be doing all these marvellous things."

"Put it in!" he hissed. "Put it in your cunt and fuck me! I won't be able to hold it long; I'll come as soon as I feel you going around me!"

"And I-too," she muttered. "Very well; I can't put it off any longer either. Ooohh, Henry, I love you so!"

With that she shoved his prick down until it was firmly seated in the taut, tingling mouth of her cunt. He shoved inward when he felt the rim of her cunt close around she head of his cock; she tightened the grip of her thighs and lifted her hips off the ground to meet his thrust with a quick, energetic wriggle of her loins.

"Ahhh! Ooohh!" she groaned as his prick sliced into her cunt. "Owww! Unngghh! Henry, do it now! Come, darling, come! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Deeper! Mmm, it's making me come! Oohh, shoot, Henry, shoot now! Aiiee!"

Her loins circled him completely, weaving ecstatic patterns against his body as she rubbed herself against his prick. She had already discovered that strenuous participation heightened her enjoyment and also ensured that his response would be all the more ardent; now she sought to employ the skills she had learned and to excite him to the utmost. When she knotted the muscles of her abdomen and clenched her buttocks and thighs hard, she forced the ring of firm flesh around her cunt to tighten appreciably and to fasten a firmer grip upon his plunging rod.

"Agghh!" Henry gasped, pulling her against him even more insistently and ramming his prick home with fierce urgency. "Fuck me, Gloria, fuck me now! Ooohh, I can't hold it back any longer! I've got to come!"

"Do it, Henry, do it to me!" she panted between gasps and moans. "Uhh! Ahh! Owww! You're deeper than ever; you're fucking my heart out!"

Her cries began coming quicker now that she feit him working in and out with the quick, jerky strokes signalling his climax. She recognized them for what they were and answered with rolling, weaving thrusts of her hips, forcing the head of his prick to rub harder against the tender, inflamed walls of her cunt. When he pulled out full length and paused there, trembling, she lifted her legs even higher around his body and elevated her cunt to receive the final thrust.

"Ooohh! You're coming!" she gasped when she felt his cock begin spurting a thick stream of hot sperm into her cunt. "You're shooting me full of it; your balls are drowning me with come! Ugghh! Again! More! Don't stop coming; I want to feel it forever!"

She was not to be granted her wish, however. Even though Henry Cramer was only twenty-five and in the full prime of his manhood, he could not make his climax last long enough to satisfy her completely. No man could have done so; her hungers were insatiable. Happily she recognized that Henry had done his best and she was content with that, though she hated the moment when he would have to pull his prick from her body and disappear into the brush.

"Oh, if only we had a day to ourselves!" she murmured, stretching her legs full length and twisting against him. "You're still hard and I know I could make you do that again if only we had the time! Mmm, Henry, I'll never get enough of your wonderful cock!"

"If you don't it won't be because I don't try giving it to you," he promised. "Once we arrive in Arizona, Gloria, and have a house to ourselves, I intend to spend a week in bed with you! I'll fuck you then until you can't even walk!"

"Ah, in Arizona!" she murmured. "But you must hurry off now, I suppose; if I dally too long here they will come looking for me. And it wouldn't do for them to find us like this!"

Her mention of the others was enough to spur him into action. He lifted himself off slowly, giving her time to reach between them and fasten her fingers around his prick as it emerged from her cunt. She welcomed the hot, wet tool and shuddered weakly as it slid through her hand. Henry could not understand her strong fascination with his prick after it had fucked her into a frenzy but he was sufficiently in love with her to allow her the treat if she wanted it. He stood up beside her and began dressing as she cupped her hand over her pussy, catching the flow of sperm as it emerged from her cunt and spreading it over her warm, tingling slit.

"It feels so good," she said, noticing the way he was watching her. "I don't know why but it feels like it's connected with you; it's another way of keeping you closer to me after you've gone. Do you think I'm an awful woman, to want to bathe my fingers in your come?

"I think you're the most wonderful woman in the world," he said, buttoning up his shirt and hefting his shotgun. "But I'll have no reputation at all as a hunter unless I get to my business. Goodbye, my dear; I'll see you later."

Gloria continued to lie on the dress and to finger her pussy for a few minutes after he had gone. When she was quite satisfied that he was out of sight she sat up and moved her right hand from her pussy, bringing it up in front of her face. She contemplated the sperm-smeared fingers for a moment and then popped them into her mouth.

Ahh, what a lovely taste! she thought to herself. There's nothing that tastes quite like sex! Mmm, I wonder what Henry would say if he knew… Some day I'm going to suck it directly from his cock!

She sucked her fingers for a moment more and then got to her feet. She dressed quickly, rolled the towel and discarded clothing into a compact bundle and picked up the soap before leaving the small clearing. She made her way back to the wagons without difficulty and began preparing an evening meal. Two of the mule drivers were already laying a fire and bringing out the pots she would need; she thanked them for their cooperation and promised them each an extra helping of the pie she was planning to bake.

"Pie? Out here in the middle of nowhere?" one of them marvelled.

"Pie," she firmly stated. "I'll use up the last of the dried apples and we'll have'a deepdish apple pie. That will be my contribution to our celebration for having reached the Pecos River."

She thought to herself that, since the dish was one of Henry's favorites, it would also be a nice way of repaying him for the shuddering, blood-boiling pleasure he had given her back beside the pool. The memory of that passionate encounter lent an added sureness to her hands and enlivened her thoughts as she bustled around the campfire that afternoon.

Shortly after sunup the next morning they were on their way again. Gloria sat comfortably on the box of her wagon and thought of her husband as she allowed the mules to pick their own way. She had found it difficult to keep her hands off him as they had lain under the wagon the night before, rolled in their blankets; it had been almost as difficult to keep from thrusting her hands between her own thighs as desire gnawed at her flesh.

I don't know whether it's better to grab a chance like the one we had yesterday or not, she mused as the mules followed the other wagons along. I always wake up the next morning wanting it so much more! It will be different in Arizona-there I'll be able to enjoy a good fuck in the morning. Perhaps one before breakfast and one after, too!

The thought, and others like it, conspired to put added life into her hot-lipped pussy and she edged around on the wagon seat in an effort to find a more comfortable posture. By leaning foward, she knew all too well, she could press that tingling organ almost down to the seat of the wagon and bring it into contact with the bunched up material of her dress. More than once she had done this with astounding success, rubbing herself until she felt that fatal explosion which left her weak and gasping. Alternatively, as she also knew, she could cross her legs and tighten her thighs, forcing them to squeeze her pussy more tightly; that would also produce a satisfying blast of sensual delight in short order.

Neither of those alternatives appealed to her that morning. For one thing, the memory of Henry's massive prick was too fresh in her mind; she felt somehow disloyal each time she gave in to her body's demands and satisfied herself. She had to keep reminding, herself that she was a grown, married woman now and that she must put aside, her childish ways, including the devices she had discovered for dealing sexual pleasure to herself. She resolutely spread her knees slightly and leaned back on the seat as she set herself the task of ignoring the tingling flesh at the base of her belly.

Due to their early start they reached the crossing shortly after midmorning. The wagons pulled up at the bank, giving Magee time to explore the bottom of the river and to check the opposite side. Gloria pulled the mules up beside the other teams, wrapped the reins around the brake and stood up. Looking around, she saw a broad, sweeping plain dotted with brush. A long line of hills, hazy in the distance, lay to the north; farther off, to the southwest, another blue mass lay against the horizon.

"And this is that famous crossing we've been hearing about?" she said to Henry, who had ridden up beside her. "It certainly doesn't look like much!"

"Magee says people have been using this almost as long as there have been people," Henry stated. "It's supposed to be the safest way to get across this river. You can see that it's used frequently; see how the grass and bushes are beaten down ail around?"

Gloria now noticed a definite difference in the landscape. For perhaps a mile in almost any direction on either side of the crossing there was very little vegetation to be seen. The wind erased all signs of tracks but now that she looked more closely she saw dotted piles of animal dung here and there.

"Just drive right in and on across," Magee called out, riding back across the river, which was no more than kneedeep on his horse. "Good bottom all the way and an easy pull on the other side!"

He rode up beside the Cramers as he watched the first wagon edge down the steep slope.

"Nothin' to it, ma'am," he said. "That's why this is so good a place to get across. It's a good, hard bottom, easy to get into and out of. That river'd have to be kicking up a storm before you couldn't get across here!"

"I suppose it's a favorite Indian crossing too;¹" she asked.

"It's everybody's favorite," he said. "But it ain't likely we'll see a redskin this time of year. Now was it August or September, you'd be likely to find a herd o' Comanches, that's sure enough; they come down this way on their way into Mexico, you see. But right now they're more likely to be chasing the buffalo up north. Still, that's not to say ye oughtn't to keep both eyes open and not stray too far from the rest of us, ye understand!"

"I'm not going anywhere," she said with a shiver. "Er, are those really mountains over there to the southwest?"

"Sure enough," the wagonmaster replied. "Them's the Davis mountains, ma'am, and we're gonna cut right through 'em. It's an easy run now that they've got the road. We'll spend a few days at Fort Davis, resting up and getting the wagons in shape, and then we'll push on through the mountains. Then it's out into the flats, over to the river and right on up to El Paso."

Gloria marvelled at the matter-of-fact way he stated the route, as if he might be describing the path from a farmhouse to the barn. She knew that they were a good three hundred miles from El Paso and that much of the route would be travelling of the hardest, dryest sort, yet he made it sound easy and uneventful.

She waited until the third wagon was safely across the river before slapping her own team into action. Having seen the other wagons make the pull she now felt easier about it, although Henry had offered to drive; the mules took the water without hesitation and the crossing was far easier than she had imagined. They pulled out on the other side and, after a quick check to make sure that nothing had come loose, set out again.

It happened barely an hour after they had crossed the river. A shot rang out, puncturing the desolation with an angry report. She looked around, thinking at first that one of the outriders had spotted game, but then she saw one of the teamsters on a wagon ahead crumple to the ground. At the same time a series of blood-curdling whoops rang out to the side; looking in that direction she saw a group of ponies dashing toward them. At first they appeared to be riderless but then she saw the dark shapes clinging to the sides of the hurtling mounts.

"Indians!" Magee bellowed, spurring his own horse toward them at a rush.

Gloria looked anxiously to her left, where Henry was riding; she saw him set the spurs to his big Morgan gelding and guide the animal toward the advancing attackers, shotgun at the ready. She whipped the mules harshly, aiming them toward the other wagons as Magee had taught her to do in time of trouble. One of the teamsters had already pulled to a halt and was bringing his rifle up; she saw an Indian rise out of the brush at his side and hurl a long, steeltipped lance. The weapon lifted the teamster clear of the wagon and thew him to the ground.

Magee and Henry now began firing, again attracting her attention as she whipped the mules even harder. The boom of Henry's shotgun echoed across the plain and an Indian and his pony went rolling; another, however, closed and loosed an arrow into his chest at the same moment he fired the second barrel. Both he and his killer-for Gloria did not doubt that the arrow had struck home-tumbled to the ground. Magee disappeared into a cloud of dust, firing rapidly. Gloria drew up beside the one wagon with a teamster in it; he was already crouched behind the box with his rifle at the ready. She pulled the mules up short, wrapped the reins around the brake and got her own rifle out. Her heart ached for Henry but her instinct for survival was even stronger.

There was nothing to be seen for a moment, then the Indians appeared from another quarter. There were three of them and they were no more than fifty yards away. She triggered off a shot with no effect, then another that hit the pony and knocked him sprawling; the rider remained crumpled on the ground where he had fallen. Her fellow teamster shot another as they rode their shaggy little ponies up to the very edge of the wagons but the third leaped into the wagon, brandishing a stone-headed axe. He caught Gloria squarely on the chin with a backhanded swipe of his free hand, then brained the remaining teamster. She fell on top of the pile of goods, ears ringing and groggy; she weakly searched for her rifle but could not make her fingers obey her brain's command. Then she succumbed completely, sinking into a black pit of unconsciousness.

When she came to she was first conscious of a dull, throbbing pain in her head and a certain numbness in her jaw, where the Indian's iron fist had caught her. Then, trying to put a hand to her forehead, she discovered that she could not move. Opening her eyes and looking about, she found that her hands had been circled with a strip of rawhide and made fast to the wheel of a wagon. They extended above her head as she lay flat upon the ground.

"Huhh!"

Looking up at the harsh grunt, she saw a squat, thick-chested Indian at the tail of the wagon. He was going through her trunks, flinging dresses and underclothing aside with careless disdain. She swivelled her head around but could see no one else; they appeared to be the only survivors of the impromptu raid. She felt a sinking sensation, a mixture of fear, terror and despair, and closed her eyes.

"Huhh!" the Indian again grunted, punctuating his growl with the toe of his moccasin-clad foot.

She looked up at the man. He barked at her, short, sharp sounds which might have been either Spanish or an Indian tongue. She shook her head, showing incomprehension, and the Indian stalked away. She looked more closely at him as he scuffled around the wagon. He wore a pair of moccasins with attached leggings which came up almost to his knees. A leather thong circled his waist, catching up the flaps of skin which hung down, front and rear. Apart from these and a battered hat that might have come from the U. S. Army, he wore nothing. His war club hung from a wrist, attached by a rawhide lace; a tattered knife peeped from a sheath hanging on his waist string. He looked to be of medium height and was powerfully built.

Gloria wondered why she had been spared; it was quite clear that every other member of her train had been killed, though she could see no bodies. The Indian stalked around the wagon, muttering under his breath and rustling through boxes and trunks before coming back to her side. Then it became clear why she too had not been killed: the Indian unfastened the thong around his waist and dropped his breechclout aside. Gloria gasped aloud when she saw his cock, already half-erect and thoroughly menacing.

The Indian grinned, a cold expression without humor, and reached down to tear the skirt from her dress. She attempted to lift a foot and kick him in the groin but he anticipated the move; he caught her ankle and pressed her foot down to the ground, dropping a knee across her shins as he ripped the clothing from her body. When she was completely naked from the waist down, except fof the heavy shoes she wore while on the trail, he stepped back to survey his achievement.

Gloria's face turned scarlet and her heart pounded heavily. She pressed her thighs together, though she knew that she could hardly prevent him from doing whatever he chose; she could not tear her gaze away from the rapidly stiffening prick at the base of his belly. It was the first time she had ever seen an Indian's sexual equipment, naturally, and she could not help remarking to herself how similar it was to Henry's tool. To be sure the coloring was not the same, but otherwise there was very little difference. If anything, the Indian's cock was larger, and certainly his balls were constructed on a more massive scale; they looked to be the size of hen eggs and hung down several inches.

The Indian grunted, obviously elated at her frightened reaction, and came toward her. Again she drew back a foot to kick him but he evaded the blow with ease, catching her aakle and holding it with a grip like a bear trap. He mounted her, forced her knees apart with his own and aimed the head of his prick into the mouth of her cuat.

"Oh, no! Please don't!" she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head from side to side. "Oh, don't do it to me, you can't!"

Her words counted for nothing, of course; she later came to realize that he had understood nothing she had said. He pressed down upon her, relentless and powerful. She tried to shrink away from his prick but there was nowhere to go-she could not prevent him from sheathing the coppery projectile in the mouth of her cunt. He grunted, a sound of animal lust, when he felt her cunt close around him. Although she was far from aroused the opening retained enough of the natural lubricant she had generated earlier in the morning, when she had tormented herself with thoughts of Henry, and he slipped easily into the tunnel leading up into her body.

"Agghh! Don't! You're killing me!" she moaned. "Oh, no, you can't be doing this to me!"

Seeing that her struggles were having no effect, she willed herself to relax. If she could not resist him, she told herself, she would show her displeasure by feigning unconsciousness. This tactic worked no better than resistance, however. To her shocked dismay, she discovered that her body was responding to the Indian's brutal assault! She refused to believe it at first but there was no mistaking the symptoms; her pussy was gaining in feeling and her clitoris was beginning to swell angrily as the Indian's cock pistoned back and forth in her cunt.

No, it can't be! she told herself, horrified. Why, he killed your husband! You can't be wanting to fuck him now!

Although she did not know whether this Indian was the one who had killed Henry or not, she did not distinguish them in her mind; they were all savages and killers to her. This made it all the more incomprehensible when she felt her body heating up and answering the fierce, driving thrusts that brought the swollen head of his prick spearing into the mouth of her womb.

"Agghh!" she groaned, feeling her clitoris tingle with all the urgency and insistence it had ever showed when Henry had been driving his own cock into her cunt. "Unngghh! Ooohh!"

Gloria writhed beneath the Indian, still trying to get away from him; her efforts to escape his brutal thrusts only succeeded in heightening her response to his assault. The reek of stale sweat, woodsmoke and stale animal grease radiated from his body and she found the gorge rising in her throat. Fighting down the impulse to retch, she struggled all the harder against him. Gradually, however, her writhing efforts to escape took on a rather different "character. First she clutched at his thick, muscular thighs with her knees, holding him between them; then she began answering his steady thrusts with tentative movements of her hips. As her body grew ever more responsive to his attack the movements became quicker and stronger until at last she was rubbing her pussy against his loins with abandon.

Bound and helpless though she was, she could not keep her lithe, hungry body from growing ever hotter and more finely attuned to the Indian's relentless motions. Shrieking out a despairing cry, she locked her heels together behind his knees and flung her hips upward, driving the mouth of her cunt down the shaft of his prick until her clitoris scraped his belly and slid into the bristly hair growing around the base of his cock.

"Agghh! Aiieee!" she wailed, twitching convulsively and tossing her hips from side to side as her passion mounted inside, knotting her belly into a solid mass of sexual tension.

The Indian paid no attention to her cries, of course. Nor did he seem to be fucking with her benefit in mind. Rather, he simply drove his prick into her cunt again and again, pistoning the meaty rod back and forth in an effort to give himself pleasure. Despite his lack of concern she felt her loins growing warmer and warmer; she felt the hard knot of tension growing ever tighter until it seemed that a gigantic spring was being tightened within her midsection. Suddenly the Indian grunted and lurched forward, driving his prick even further into her body. He snarled out a guttural phrase and held himself close against her; she felt his thick, muscular body quiver and then his cock began spurting out a thick stream of hot gruel.

Her mind registered shame and consternation at finding herself able to achieve such fierce pleasure with a murderous savage but her body knew nothing of shame; her physical self knew only the jolting, pulsating pleasure which exploded within her belly and spread outward in long, rolling waves that left her whimpering weakly. The Indian held himself within her until his prick and balls had ceased to move, then extracted the tool quickly. He wiped the moisture off on her belly, grunting softly as he did so. She looked down, saw the sperm-dampened rod moving over her belly and felt another shudder of pleasure.

"Huhh! Fuck good!" the Indian muttered, nodding his head energetically.

"What? You speak English?" she gasped, startled to hear the words.

"No English," he growled, shaking his head. "Fuck good! 'Sta bueno!"

Gloria had already picked up enough Spanish to understand the approval carried in that phrase. She found it no comfort, however; she was immediately overwhelmed with a vast sense of shame at what she had done.

"Oh, you utter bastard!" she whispered, her voice twisted with loathing and self-contempt. "You've killed my husband and all these men and then you've raped me! And what's worse, you made me come-oohh, I'll look forward to seeing you dead!"

The Indian ignored her as he fastened the breechclout around his waist and settled the sheathed knife into place. Her heart nearly leaped into her mouth when she saw his fingers touch the heavy, fringed scabbard; she exhaled gratefully when she understood that he was merely adjusting its hang. He moved away and whistled for his horse. The shaggy pony came up to him and he leaped onto its back with a single, easy bound. He caught up the rawhide thong trailing from the animal's lower jaw, dug his heels into its flanks and clattered away. Gloria twisted around in an attempt to determine what he was doing but could not follow his path once he had disappeared behind the wagon.

She eased herself back onto the ground, conscious now of the Indian's sperm trickling out of her pussy. Though it reminded her of the shame which had been forced upon her, she could not help remembering the way her belly and thighs had reverberated with her own pleasure. Though it tore at her conscience to admit it, she could not hide the truth: she had come with a full, mighty rush of feeling, exactly as she had done when it had been her own husband between her thighs!

How could you? she asked herself, shaking her head in wonder. A brute, a savage, and you allowed yourself to come just as though it had been Henry! Are you so complete a whore that you can come with any man? Have you no shame at all?

She was not given a great deal* of time in which to contemplate her'fatal' weakness. 'The Indian soon returned, herding several horses in front of him; she recognized the big Morgan Henry had ridden, along with the sturdy bay gelding belonging to Magee. When the Indian swung down from his own pony she saw that he had Magee's pistol and rifle, as well as two bows and a quiver full of arrows. He dumped these into a pile and rode off again. When he returned the second time he carried Henry's shotgun as well as the silver mounted revolver which had been given him as a wedding present; her heart throbbed piteously when she recognized the weapons and knew that Henry was indeed dead.

The Indian now went around the wagons, picking out all the weapons and a few other articles which he fancied, Finally he dumped them all into a pile and began fashioning them into a pack. When he had the bundle securely lashed with a rope he had taken from a wagon he threw it onto a mule, tied it down as tightly as possible and surveyed the scene one last time. It was only then that Gloria saw the scalps hanging from his waist thong: they were only small patches of hair with a piece of bloody skin attached but she recognized them for what they were. Looking closer, she saw that one of them was undoubtedly Henry's; her heart sank even lower when she recognized the rich, curling chestnut hair.

"Wh-what are you going to do.'" she murmured when the Indian came toward her, drawing the knife from its scabbard. "Oh no, not…!"

Instead of plunging it into her heart, as she had feared, he slashed the thongs binding her hands to the wagon wheel and motioned for her to get onto her feet. Replacing the knife in its sheath, he motioned toward the horses, obviously intending her to mount one of them. She took a tentative step toward the Morgan belonging to her husband and, seeing the Indian's nod, felt a surge of joy.

"Wait a moment," she said, "I must repair the damage you've done."

He growled impatiently but she went to the rear of the wagon and selected another stout cotton dress, rolling it into a compact bundle, and picked out a stout woolen skirt, which she stepped into and fastened around her waist. Having thus covered her naked legs, she went to the Morgan and swung into the saddle. The voluminous skirt made it difficult for her to straddle the mount but she tucked up the skirts so that they afforded her thighs a minimal amount of protection.

The Indian nodded and again pointed to the south, kicking his pony forward as he did so. They set off at a fast trot, then changed into a gallop. The Indian drove the extra horses before him; he had gathered all the mules and horses into a bunch, along with the ponies his companions had ridden. Gloria followed him for a time and then gradually allowed the Morgan to fall behind and edge to one side. Her shift was quickly noticed, however, and brought its own retribution: the Indian steered his pony back toward her, brandished his stone-headed club in a menacing fashion and pointed toward the herd of horses. Gloria nodded meekly, all too aware of his meaning, and kicked the Morgan into a faster pace. The Indian grunted approval when she was again close to the galloping herd.

They rode for the rest of the day, keeping to a generally southerly direction. The Indian made one long detour back to the east; Gloria suspected that this change was to take them well away from Comanche Springs, the nearest settlement. Otherwise they kept their backs to the debacle they left behind. Gloria soon discovered that her skirt was not designed for riding astride; it persisted in hiking up around her thighs and by midafternoon she could feel the beginnings of a sunburn.

The saddle chafed the insides of her thighs. Since she had not taken the time to don any underclothing her naked flesh rubbed against the leather and soon began to complain. Furthermore the load of sperm which the Indian had deposited in her cunt continued to dribble forth, inundating the seat of the saddle and setting up an added irritation. She dared not complain, much less stop. The Indian drove the horses before him with ease and occasionally looked over to make sure that she was keeping up.

By late afternoon they could see a line of peaks rising far to the south. At first Gloria had thought them to be storm clouds but as they covered mile after mile across the rolling prairie the sharp, jagged outline became clearer. They shortly altered course again, heading back to the west, and dropped down into a broad sink. A clump of green bushes in the center of the bowl indicated water and they rode toward it. The Indian approached cautiously but, once he had assured himself that no one else was nearby he rode up boldly. He dismounted and filled the canteens he had taken from the wagon train; Gloria's stomach turned when she saw the green slime covering the pool of water in the center of the bushes. Once the canteens were full the Indian led the horses up and let them drink their fill.

"Pa-yah!" the Indian grunted, motioning to the big Morgan and jerking his hand further to the south.

Gloria sighed heavily at the signal but obediently climbed back into the saddle. She had taken advantage of the respite to squat in the shallow part of the pool, with her skirt hiked around her waist, and to splash up hand-fuls of water onto her pussy and thighs. The warm water eased the burning sensations somewhat, but as soon as they were mounted and riding again she found that the relief had only been temporary.

They rode until almost sundown. The Indian signalled her to a halt, gathered up the horses and mules and began hobbling them for the night. He twisted short lengths of rawhide around their forefeet with a few dexterous turns of his fingers and unsaddled his own animal. Gloria tugged at the saddle on the big Morgan, finally getting it off; the horse whinnied his pleasure at being relieved of the burden.

"Ko-may," the Indian grunted, reaching into a saddlebag and bringing out a greasy buckskin pouch.

He reached into it and brought out a strip of dried meat, covered with corn meal, then tossed the bag to Gloria. She nearly retched again when she beheld the greasy, filthy condition of their food sack, but her hunger was strong enough to overcome her repugnance. The meat was surprisingly good, though stringy and tough, and the meal, she found, was pinole-a mixture of corn meal, pinon nuts and sugar. Alternately chewing and sipping water from her canteen, she ate until the Indian reclaimed the food sack and put it away in his saddlebag.

"Doh-mit-ka!" the Indian muttered.

Gloria looked blankly at him but when he began unfastening the thong holding the flaps of his breechclout she understood the meaning of his words. He dropped the garment aside and seized his prick, working the foreskin back and forth over the turnip-shaped head. She shuddered, but one scowl from his evil face was enough to set her fingers to work unfastening the front of her blouse and the tastenings of her skirt. The Indian's face creased into something resembling a smile when she had disrobed and stood before him meekly.

He came toward her and nodded approvingly as he reached out to run a hand over her full, red-tipped breasts. Gloria shuddered and could not disguise the feeling of revulsion which swept over her at that moment, but he paid no attention. He continued to feel her breasts, cupping them and squeezing the big nipples; despite her disgust, the contact sent tiny darts of sensual feeling racing through her body. The Indian caught her right hand and moved it down, to his cock; he grinned and nodded happily when she grasped it.

The feeling of the man's cock in her hands worked a slow but definite change in Gloria. Even though she hated herself for feeling anything but disgust and hatred for the one who had killed her husband, or who had certainly helped to do so, his rapidly stiffening cock caused her pussy to grow warmer and wetter. It was almost as though she had no control at all over her body's responses in sexual matters. Perhaps, she thought, as she fingered the Indian's prick, Henry had taught her all too well! Perhaps he had unleashed forces in her animal nature which even she could not now control!

The Indian grunted out another guttural phrase and pointed to the pile of blankets. She understood what he meant and spread one upon the thick grass; as soon as she had done so she fell upon it and lay on her back. The Indian pounced upon her and hurried to stuff his cock into her pussy. Gloria closed her eyes and shuddered when she caught a whiff of his strong scent, but the feeling of sickness soon passed, leaving her with a definite hunger located between her spreading thighs. She grunted aloud with pleasure when she felt the man's thick cock scrape against the lips of her pussy.

"Oohh! My God, it can't be happening again!" she moaned.

It was happening again, there could be no doubt of that. The feel of the Indian's cock sent strong thrills of unearthly joy pulsing through her body and she tilted her hips upward as he burrowed into her cunt. His cock spread the tender orifice wide, forming it into a perfect circle; she quivered excitedly when he pushed inward and sent the head of his prick slithering into the opening of her cunt.

"Unngghh! You're tearing me apart!" she muttered.

Despite all she could do Gloria could not prevent her thighs from reaching out to grip the Indian's muscular flanks and gather him closer. She clawed at the blanket beneath her in an effort to keep her hands from encircling his back but nothing she could do was enough to prevent her pussy from throbbing joyously when his cock bored deep inside.

"Mmmm, not so deep!" she gasped when he tried to sheathe all his prick at the first stroke. "Omigod, you're fucking me too fast! Don't give it all to me at once! Unngghh, you're fucking me to death!"

The Indian continued to hump and drive his cock into her waiting cunt. He pressed her shoulders to the blanket and worked his prick further and further into her body. The suddenness of his climax took her by surprise; within a minute she felt his distended, swollen tool begin spurting a thick stream of hot sperm.

"Ooohh, don't come yet!" she wailed. "You can't come now; I want to make it last longer! Ooohh, don't let it come!"

Her words had no effect, of course; the Indian continued to pump his cock in and out of her cunt and to shoot his come into her body. Finally he tired of the sport and rolled off her. She was still highly aroused, however, and could not prevent her hands from reaching down over her pussy. Her fingers snaked into the brimming mouth of her cunt, hooked into the rim and spread the opening wide once more. She ignored the flood of sticky sperm which gushed out and concentrated on fin-gerfucking herself to completion.

"Mmmm! Ahhh!" she moaned, writhing and twisting as her fingers carried her closer to release. "Come! Come! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!"

The words seemed to help and she continued working her fingers in and out of her frothy cuntal opening. When she felt the orgasmic explosion surge outward from her womb she cried aloud with joy and lifted her hips high in the air. The Indian watched, amused by her frantic need, and chuckled heartily at her energetic gyrations. Gloria fucked herself through the climax until finally she fell back onto the blanket, whimpering and panting as the last flickers of sexual joy passed out through her cunt.

The Indian took her once more before going to sleep that night. This time he managed to bring her to an orgasm before his balls exploded with furious energy. Gloria could no more restrain her lustful impulses on this occasion than on the former ones, when the Indian had taken her so brutally, and she shrieked with pleasure as her cunt contracted with powerful spasms of sensual agony. When he rolled off her with a hearty grunt of approval she collapsed against the blanket. Overwhelmed by a sense of self-disgust after the shameful way she had allowed her body to welcome his brutal thrusts, she began to sob quietly. The Indian paid her no attention. Rolling into a blanket, he dropped off to sleep and ignored her. She did not dare to try leaving; the unknown terrors of the wilderness around their rude camp were even more frightening than her captivity.

They were riding again the next morning when the sun came up over the low range of hills to the east. The Indian halted several times during the morning's ride to look behind him. Gloria searched the terrain too but could see no sign of life or movement of any kind. The country they travelled was covered with a thick stand of buffalo grass, with a few low bushes growing here and there. The mountains in front of them grew larger and gradually she began to make out a notch between two of them. They appeared to be making for that notch.

After another hard day's ride they camped beside a low, swampy patch of ground just north of the notch, which had now taken on the appearance of a pass. When the Indian passed her his buckskin food pouch this time she paid less attention to its greasy condition; her attention was rivetted only upon the dried meat and pinole it contained. Her body ached all over, due to the new strains which riding astride had put upon her, and she could barely find the strength to chew the tough strands of meat.

As soon as the Indian had finished his meal he took back the sack and stuffed it away in his saddlebag. He motioned for her to unroll a blanket and spread it upon the ground. When she straightened up from this task he had removed his breech clout and was again fondling his heavy prick. He made another gesture with his hand, which she took to mean a command to undress; she haltingly lifted a hand to her blouse and he nodded happily. She took off her blouse and skirt and lay down on the blanket she had spread.

"Hah-Io-pay!" the Indian grunted, gesturing for her to rise.

Gloria struggled back to her knees, uncertain of his intention. He seized her by her long, matted hair and forced her face toward his cock. She struggled for a moment but found herself powerless in his grip. He had tremendous strength in his hands and arms and he easily brought her face until it brushed against his prick. She tried to turn away but could not; the stiffened length of hot meat brushed against her lips.

"Oh, no! You can't mean that!" she gasped in horror.

The Indian persisted and made his meaning perfectly clear: Gloria was to suck his cock! She stubbornly held her lips closed for-a moment, but a ringing blow from the Indian's rough hand dazed her. When she had recovered her senses she found that he had forced the head of his prick into her lips and was fucking her mouth.

"Mmmm! Glllbbb!" she grunted as she tried to force the tool from her lips.

The scent of sweat and grease was overpowering, but there was another scent which was even more effective. Gloria quickly recognized it as the same aroma which wafted up from between her own thighs after a night of lusty exercise with her husband: it was the scent of dried come and pussy juices! This discovery brought her near to retching but she managed to quell the impulse. Gradually the revulsion left her, to her surprise, and she found a different feeling taking its place. The scent ot sex, together with the salty, cunty flavor of his prick-it was not so very different from Henry's sperm, after it had dripped from her cunt-inflamed her brain with sexual desire and she began lapping him wildly. Her tongue curled around the big shaft, digging into the groove between the head and the shaft, and she began working her head back and forth along the tool.

"Hunnhh!' the Indian grunted. "Mah-kee-loh!"

His words were evidently exhortations to continue, judging from the way he grasped her head and began fucking himself in and out of her mouth. His cock speared deep into her throat as his passion mounted higher. Suddenly he stiffened his entire body and thrust deep, rising onto the balls of his feet as he did so. Gloria felt his cock swell suddenly and then expel a thick jet of scalding come. At first she wanted to spit the wad of salty gruel out but his prick was in the way; she could do nothing with the come but swallow it. To her surprise she found that the distinctive taste fired her own lusts even higher and she began drinking it eagerly. The Indian's balls quivered in their sack as they continued to pump out streams of sperm. Gloria sucked him to the last and would have continued except that he pulled his prick from her mouth and stepped back.

"No, you can't take it away!" she blurted out. "I want it; I need it! I've got to come too!"

The Indian ignored her pleas, which he did not understand, and left her alone. She fell back onto the blanket and clapped her hands to her pussy. Writhing in sexual anguish, she worked her fingers deep into her hot, juicy cunt and began fingerfucking at a speedy pace. She cupped one hand over her lovemound, bringing her palm down hard against her clitoris, and began humping with a quick, driving rhythm. Panting and moaning, she worked her way to the climax.

"Ahhhh! Ooohh! I'm coming again!" she wailed.

The Indian went to sleep shortly afterward. Gloria dozed for a while and then lay awake for an hour. She tried to comprehend all that had happened to her since they had crossed the Pecos but her dazed brain could not encompass all those drastic changes in situation. More than anything else she could not understand how she could have become such a depraved, whorish creature. To have knelt before a murderous, filthy savage, even if pressed to do so, and to have sucked his prick until his sperm was washing down her throat, was something she could hardly believe she had done. Yet there was the salty aftertaste of the man's come in her mouth; there was no getting around that harsh fact. And the way she had thrilled deep inside when he had spread his body over hers and shoved his cock deep into her cunt-that also mystified her.

I couldn't have done all that, she told herself. But I did! And what's more I came! I'll swear it was almost as good as when Henry did it to me! Oh, how could I have done such things!

She finally gave up trying to understand herself and her reactions to her captor. Turning onto her side, she pulled the blanket over her naked body and drifted off to sleep.

The Indian had them up and moving early the next morning. They worked their way through the broad pass and came out onto a broad, flat plain. Another range of mountains loomed up far to the south. The Indian gestured with his hand and nodded approvingly.

"Mejico!" he grunted.

Gloria's heart fell even lower within her breast. She had supposed that they were making for that country and she knew that many tribes habitually wandered back and forth between Mexico and the United States. A Mexican journey had not been part of her itinerary, however, and she emphatically did not want to go with this savage. Just as they were ready to gig their horses down the slope leading out onto the plain she heard a sharp, popping noise and then a thud. The Indian gurgled deep in his broad chest and clapped a hand to his throat, where a fountain of blood had magically appeared. The crack of a rifle followed hard upon the heels of the popping noise. Gloria sat rooted to her horse, unable to move for a moment. Before she could make up her mind what to do she heard a voice.

"Just sit there, ma'am, I'll be there in a minute!"

It took her more than a few seconds to realize that the voice had spoken in English -it had been almost three days since she had heard her native tongue spoken aloud. She continued to sit her horse and looked about. The Indian fell from his mount, tumbling to the ground in a limp heap without moving. Finally Gloria saw a movement in the rocks off to the left front. Straining her eyes, she saw a man moving down the rocks, rifle in hand.

Then she realized that she had been rescued, that her ordeal was finished.

"Howdy, ma'am," her savior said when he had ridden his horse up to where she sat. "Dick Logan's the name. I reckon you're from that wagon train that got hit back at the Horsehead Crossing, eh?"

"Y-y-yes, that's right," she said, fighting to keep back the tears of relief. "I… I'm Gloria Cramer."

"I come up on the wreck a while after it had all happened," Logan said. "It was pretty clear from the sign; I could tell that one of the Indians had taken a captive off to the south, probably a woman. I took time out to bury the ones I found and then I took out after you two. I'd have gotten you sooner but I had to ride around and get in front-pretty hard to sneak up on an Indian from the rear like that."

"And you were waiting here for us.'" she asked, scarcely comprehending all that he had said. "You knew we'd be coming through here.-'"

"Wasn't hardly no other way you could have come," the man said with a grin. "Unless you wanted a real hard ride and that didn't seem likely, since the Indian was in something of a hurry. I figured that if I lay out there about two hundred yards off the trail I'd get a pretty good shot. Nice I had this old Spencer along; it made it pretty easy."

Gloria noticed the short but heavy.56 caliber Army carbine he carried; it certainly had a lethal look about it. Gradually she began to realize that she had been rescued by an exceptionally handsome man, at least in comparison to her most recent travelling companion. Logan stood about six feet tall, she guessed, or somewhat taller than her late husband; he was powerfully built and exceptionally thick through the chest and shoulders. His dress was a mixture of frontier and army; the trousers were out of a stout gray material and the shirt was a dark blue cavalry flannel. He wore an army hat, considerably the worse for the wear, and a Navy Colt was holstered at his side, along with a heavy knife in a beaded sheath.

"We were on our way to Tombstone, Arizona," she said. "M-my husband was going out to join his brother there; they wanted to set up a freighting business. And then… and then the Indians came and…"

She finally dissolved into a crying spell, tumbling down from her horse and leaning against the big Morgan as she shook with relief. Logan dismounted and came around to her. He stood awkwardly beside her and patted her shoulder; he appeared to be a capable enough frontiersman but nothing in his rough career had prepared him to cope with an hysterical woman.

"I'll be all right," she finally said. "It's just such a relief to know that I'm going to be safe, that I can get back to civilization again! Tell me, how far are we from Fort Davis/ Can we get there today.-'"

"Uh, that s kind of a problem," Logan muttered. "We ain't going to Fort Davis, least not me."

"But I've got to get there!" Gloria exclaimed. "Can't I take a stage from there and get on out to Arizona/"

"Yes'm, you could do that," Logan admitted. "But I ain't going to Fort Davis. Fact is, I was just heading away frorn there when I came up on what was left of your wagon train."

"B-b-but I don't understand," she wailed incredulously. "Why can't we go to Fort Davis?"

"Well, I was working there, signed on to do a turn of scouting," Logan explained. "But me and this captain, we come to a parting of the ways. The argument got a little rough and… well, I decked him at the end. I ain't sure but what! might have broke his neck. Whichever way it is, I ain't about to go back there and pul! no stockade time!"

"But what am I going to do?"

"You said you were going on to Tombstone?"

"That's right; my brother-in-law is setting up a business there."

"Well, ma'am, I'd as soon go that way as any other," Logan drawled. "A little rather, in fact-less chance of running into some lawman that might want to send me back to Fort Davis. Why couldn't we just take over them horses and stuff that Indian plundered from your train and head off through Mexico.-' We could get a pretty good price for them animals down in Chihuahua and then strike out for Tombstone."

"How far is it to Fort Davis?" she asked.

"Oh, must be a hundred miles at least. Two, three days of good, hard riding, that's for sure, even if you knew the way and didn't get lost or run into Indians."

"Indians?"

"The Mescaleros travel through here a good bit," Logan said. "And the Lipans, there's still some of them that wander over from Mexico. You might run into a cavalry patrol along the way somewheres; that'd make it a lot easier for you. But then you might not."

"Suddenly your proposal sounds a lot better," she remarked with a wry grimace. "I don't suppose I could persuade you to take me close to the fort?"

"Ma'am, I'm just as close to that fort as I ever want to be,' Logan vowed. "They'll have patrols out looking for me and it's a risk I'm not gonna take. Tell you what -we can head down to the Rio Grande and ease along the south bank to Ojinaga. Maybe I could put you across the river there; Fort Leaton's only a couple miles upstream. That's about the best I can do for you."

"Well, it's certainly better than risking it on my own," she said. "All right, Mr. Logan, let's do it your way!"

They left the Indian where he had fallen, taking only the knife from his belt. Logan added the dead man's horse to the collection and drove them all before him. They went straight across the plain, travelling almost due south, and made an early camp on the side of a mountain.

"I figured I'd take the pack off that horse there and drive 'em all down to the sump off yonder," he said. "Might be that you'll be wanting some time to yourself or something."

Gloria was touched at his thoughtfulness but found that there was nothing to do. She stretched a blanket over a bush, making a hasty shelter from the sun, and sat down to ponder the fate which had brought her thus far. There could be no doubt that she was much better off with Logan than with the Indian. For one thing, Logan seemed to possess somewhat more of a cultivated air than most of the rough, brawling men she had seen on the frontier. And certainly he did not seem to expect to avail himself of her body, at least not openly.

"It's just as well he doesn't," she said to herself as she watched his herding the horses toward a small clump of greenery down on the valley floor. "The way he's built, he'd probably have a… a cock so big it would tear me in two! That Indian was bad enough, heavens knows!"

Even though she felt a definite sense of relief at knowing that she would not be raped again, she also became aware of a gnawing undercurrent of dissatisfaction. Was it possible, she wondered, that she had become accustomed to the rough, brutal treatment she had experienced at the Indian's hands.'' She grimaced expressively, remembering the way his prick had felt when he had thrust it into her mouth, the heady aroma and taste, and the savage thrill she had felt when he had begun to shoot his come deep into her throat. Gloria relived that moment but then, catching herself, upbraided herself for succumbing to lewd, lustful thoughts.

You've going to have to start acting like a widow, she sternly reminded herself. But oh! How are you going to do thatr' You didn't even have time to learn how to begin acting like a wife!

When Logan returned he hobbled the horses and turned them out to graze. He opened the pack the Indian had thrown together and began sorting out the various items.

"How about looking through this stuff''" he asked, giving her a tender smile. "We'll be down by Boquillas village tomorrow; probably we can trade off most of it for food and stuff. You ought to look through and keep whatever you want, or what belongs to you."

She came over to the pile and looked down at the collection.

"That nickel-plated pistol, that was my husband's," she said. "Maybe I ought to keep that."

He brought out the pistol and handed it to her, together with its belt and holster. Rummaging further, he found a.44 Henry repeater which he took up and set aside.

"Always wanted me one of these," he said. "My old Spencer, she'll reach out right smartly but she don't carry but one round. That little Henry there, you can load 'er up on Sunday and shoot all week!"

"This country where we're going, is it dangerous.''"

"Oh, it's about like anywhere else, I reckon: dangerous if you don't keep an eye peeled. There's some Indians and some bandidos, too, but generally you can ride around 'em if you know they're there. We won't have no trouble, I'm pretty sure of that."

"You sound as though you know what you're about."

"I've ridden over most of that country," Logan said. "One way or another, I've covered about all of it."

"What line of work are you in.' I mean, can a person be a scout all his life;*"

"Sure, except that scouts' lives generally ain't that long," he said with an easy chuckle. "I've done a turn or two at it but mostly I've been working with wagons and mules. Teamster, wagonboss, scouting, even done a little cowboying in my time. I've taken three wagon trains from El Paso to Chihuahua in my time."

He pulled out a foodsack from his saddlebag, apologizing for the lack of variety; his menu was the same as the Indian's-jerked meat and pinole. His foodsack was as greasy and filthy as the Indian's too, Gloria noticed, but her hunger was strong enough to overcome any repugnance.

"Once we get down to Boquillas village, I'll scout around and see if I can't find somebody to sell us a home cooked meal," he promised. "Be a nice change from this stuff."

"This is what the Indian had," she said through a mouthful of meat.

"Better get used to it," he advised. "Long as we're out of a town this is going to be it till we get to Tombstone. You won't starve but then again you likely won't put on much weight either!"

They curled up in their blankets as soon as the sun had set. Gloria found it only slightly difficult to get used to sleeping alone and was grateful that he had pitched his own bedroom a discreet distance from her own. He was already up and had his blankets rolled and cinched up when she awoke the next morning.

"I'll run the horses on down to the sump," he said. "I left the foodsack out there for you; you can eat and start getting ready."

They were on their way in less than an hour and spent all day riding over a level prairie. It was late afternoon when he pulled up beside her and indicated a line of mountains to the left and front of them.

"Sierra del Carmens," he said. "And right in the middle of them is the biggest canyon, almost, you ever saw. That's where the old Rio Grande cuts through. There on the other side, that's all Mexico. You just be sure and stick close to me now; we'll ride down to the river and cross. I know of a pretty little camp spot on the other side."

"We're not going to stay in… in that village you mentioned.''"

"Aw, it's just a few little adobes and huts," he said. "All of 'em so full of kids and goats and chickens you can't hardly get into 'em. We'd do better to keep to ourselves down the river a piece."

"Whatever you say," she agreed.

They came to the river, a broad but shallow stream, and crossed. Logan led the way up the bank on the south shore and came out into another grassy meadow.

"There's been many an Indian camped here," he told her. "Right nice spot. I'll gather in the stock and then I'm going in to the village. You'd better stay around here til! I see what's happening in there-might be some ban-didos about, though God only knows what they'd be doing around here!"

"Er, do you think you might ask around and see if there's any soap.''" Gloria asked. "I didn't have a chance to get any when… when we left the wagon train. Frankly, I'd love to have a bath in the river!"

"Sure, I expect I can rustle up a bar or two," he said. "And I'll see if I can't find some woman to cook us up a bait of something besides pinole and jerky!"

Gloria let herself down from her horse and unsaddled while he hobbled the animals. She spread her bedroll on a level spot and sat down to await his return. He did not take long and he had a broad grin on his face when he arrived.

"We must have been living right," he exclaimed. "A family up there's barbecuing a couple of goats. And here's you a bar of soap too."

He brought out a yellow slab of homemade laundry soap. Gloria inwardly winced at the thought of subjecting her skin to its harshness but laundry soap, she told herself, was far better than no soap. She accepted it and set off for the river, where she stripped and waded out into a kneedeep pool. She took her time and lathered herself thoroughly, even including her hair; when she emerged from the pool she felt immensely cleaner.

"I should have asked him if he couldn't find me a dress," she thought when she looked down at her skirt and blouse, now dusty and grimy from travel and hard usage. "Oh well, perhaps tomorrow."

"I'm going down and try some of that myself," he announced when she returned. "Ain't likely there'll be anybody to bother you so you can rest easy. I won't be gone too long."

Gloria lay back on her bedroll and tried to relax. She almost dropped off to sleep when a sound aroused her, bringing her quickly to her feet. Taking up the pistol she had put beside her bedroll, she looked about, but saw nothing. Far from being reassured, she became even more alarmed, and ran from the camp, heading toward the river. She made her way down the faint path she had earlier taken and approached the pool where she had bathed. Coming to a halt just before bursting out into the open, she peered through the willows.

Logan stood in the same pool, lathering himself briskly. His clothes lay in a pile near her. Startled to see him naked, she could not help taking in the beauty of his body. He was thickly muscled but the feature which most attracted her attention was the mammoth prick dangling from the base of his belly. It seemed that the tool stretched halfway to his knees, though she knew that this was absurd. Regardless, it was far and away the largest such instrument she had ever seen; it far surpassed Henry's cock, which had seemed enormous to her, and it also dwarfed the dead Indian's prick. As she watched, Logan took the prick in his hand and skinned it back, revealing the lavender-hued tip.

Gloria sucked in a quick breath of air; she could not help but remember doing the same thing to her late Henry and recalling the vast pleasure it had given them both. Logan lathered the prick thoroughly, rubbed the thick suds into the space behind the prick's head and worked more lather into the hair surrounding the huge tool. She saw that his balls were of a size to match the cock; she shuddered inwardly when she imagined the store of sperm they must contain.

"Oh, God, he's a stallion!" she murmured softly. "Mrnm, what a man!"

She dared not burst in upon his bath and, after pausing in place, decided that she could risk going back to the camp. The sight of Logan's cock had struck a deeply responsive chord in her own body, however, and she could feel her thighs rubbing against her sensitive pussy as she trudged up the path. Finally, when she could stand the pressure no longer, she stepped off the path and wandered into a small, open space.

"I can't be doing this!" she thought as her hands pressed in upon her pussy, rubbing the inflamed slit through the thick cloth. "Just seeing him, it's made me want it so badly! Oohh, that's good, so blessed good!"

Her fingers further aroused her and before she well knew what she was u:,g she had seated herself upon the grass and had pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her pussy was thus exposed-she still had no underclothing -and she attacked it with both hands. Her fingers pressed in upon the thick, puffy lips and squeezed them together, bringing a gasp of strangled delight to her throat. She spread the lips apart, rubbed the tip of one finger over her clitoris-it had already swollen up to an alarming size and had all the hard consistency of a pebble-and again sighed joyously.

"I don't know what's happening to me!" she thought. "Even with that dreadful savage I felt like this! And I know that if Logan were to point to his blankets I would share them with him! Mmm, that's so good, that's what I've been needing all day!"

She thrust two fingers into the mouth of her cunt, which was already coated with a thick, warm oil, and quivered strongly. The fingers probed deep and struck a responsive nerve; she arched her broad, powerful hips upward and groaned with delight. Again she pushed the fingers hard with a quick fucking motion; again her cunt answered with a powerful thrill of utter abandon.

"All right, come out of them bushes with your hands up!" she suddenly heard a gruff, masculine voice order. "Or I'll come in and throw enough lead to make you wish you'd never been born!"

Before she could pull her hands away from her pussy and bring her skirt back down to a respectable level Logan burst into the clearing, his pistol levelled before him.

"What the…!" he blurted out. "It's you!"

Gloria struggled up to a sitting position, blushing fiercely and averting her eyes.

"I… I couldn't help it," she whispered. "I thought I heard someone at the camp and… and I ran down to the river. I saw you bathing and… well, it just came over me! I didn't mean to spy on you, or to startle you, honest I didn't!"

"Why, that's all right, ma'am," he replied. "I heard a noise in the bushes and I thought that maybe somebody was nosing around and seeing what he could steal. So I just grabbed up my clothes and came arunning!"

Gloria realized that he had not bothered to dress; he held his clothes and boots in one hand and the pistol in the other. Otherwise he was as naked as he had been when she had seen him in the pool. He realized his nudity at the same instant and started to cover his prick with the bundle of clothes. Then, seeing something in her eyes-she was gazing at that huge tool with fascination-he put the clothes down beside him.

"You don't have to use your fingers, you know," he murmured. "I mean, I ain't going to force it on you but… well, if you're willing I sure am!"

He read the assent in her dark eyes and extended a hand after stuffing his pistol back into its holster. She took the hand, pulled herself up and followed him back up to the camp. He walked before her, barefooted and naked; she watched the action of his buttocks as he walked and felt her pussy growing hotter and more sensitive by the second. Even though she scolded herself for succumbing so easily to him, when her husband had not been dead a week, she knew that no power on earth could prevent her from taking him between her legs and stuffing that prick into her cunt.

"Please be gentle with me," she whispered as she removed her clothing and sat down on her bedroll. "I've never had a man as large as you-I don't know how much damage that thing will do to me but I can't help it, I've got to have you inside me!"

"It won't be no trouble," he assured her, running his eyes over her lush, voluptuously curved body with high interest. "You'll see; it'll go in as easy as pie!"

His cock quickly rose to the horizontal, becoming even larger as the sight of her nakedness aroused him. Logan knelt between her opened thighs and she reached down to grasp him; her fingers quickly exposed the head and pulled the foreskin back taut. She groaned with happiness when she felt his warm, hard cock but the groans turned into gasps of pleasure when she rubbed the shiny, purple tip over the lips of her pussy.

"Omigod, it's so good!" she gasped. "Ooohh, it's so good!''

"You just get it planted and then we'll see if it won't slip in easy enough," he murmured. "I bet you're gonna be surprised at how easy it is!"

As he had promised, she managed to get the mouth of her cunt around the huge shaft with surprising ease. She felt herself being stretched tremendously, to be sure, but the sensations were not painful. In truth, she felt only a tremendous joy surging through her overheated loins when his cock spread the cuntal opening wide and eased inside.

"Ooohh, I'm so full!" she gasped, locking her heels together behind his thighs and lifting her hips slightly to meet his gentle but persistent thrust. "You're filling me so full of it! Mmm, it's wonderful, I never knew it could be so good!"

"Sure, you're taking it just fine," he said, reaching down to massage her right breast. "A woman built like you, she could take any kind of a cock and get a lot of good out of it!"

"Mmm, it makes me feel good to hear you say that," Gloria muttered. "I want to make it good for you; I want it to be as good for you as it is for me!"

"You'll make it plenty good," he answered. "Just relax and let your ass do the talking for you!"

Logan had a peculiar way of fucking, she quickly discovered. Instead of leaping upon her and attempting to sink the whole of his prick into her cunt at once he kept himself slightly above her, supporting all his weight on his hands and knees. Their bellies touched lightly but she had plenty of room in which to swing her hips. She held back for a moment but when he did not attempt to drive his meaty rod home she lifted her hips up to him and forced more of her cunt around his prick.

"You…. you're making me do it to you!" she panted hoarsely. "You want me to do all the work!"

"It's the kind of work nobody minds doing," he replied. "There, don't you like to reach out and grab it? Yeah, that's some kind of hip action you've got down there!"

It was true, she quickly realized. He was offering her his cock but not forcing it upon her; by keeping his unusual position and maintaining his distance, he afforded her plenty of room in which to maneuver her hips and loins and to rub her pussy against the big tool. She soon discovered that she could press the head of his cock into every corner of her tender cunt and that doing so gave her more pleasure than she had ever known before with any man.

"Oh! It's all over me inside!" she gasped. "Mmmm! It's making me want to come! Unngghh, it's tearing me up!"

"Let it come," he grunted. "Do it, honey, let your cunt go!"

Gloria fucked even harder, bearing down with all her might and gripping him as tightly as she could. His hand continued to massage her breast, working its nipple between his fingers; she quivered with delight at the multiple sensations which surged over her body. When Logan bent down and touched his lips to the nipple she felt a powerful blast of emotion loose itself deep in her cunt and cascade throughout the rest of her body.

"Agghh! Owwww!" she howled, bucking up and down. "I'm coming! You're making me come! Ooohh! Aurrgghh!"

Logan concentrated on the nipple and still refused to shove his prick deep into her cunt. He sucked the ripe, red tip up into his mouth, caressed it with his tongue, gnashed it with his teeth; Gloria's sensual spasms multiplied rapidly. Every beat of her heart, it seemed, caused another blinding flash of sexual joy to roar outward from her cunt. She continued to work her hips up and down and to shake them from side to side; by doing so, she learned, she could make the orgasmic convulsions even stronger and more violent.

"Ooohh, you're fucking me to death!" she whimpered. "My tit, you're sucking my tit off! Mmm, don't stop, don't stop doing it; I want to come forever! I want to fuck forever!"

Her climax soon ran its course, however, and nothing she could do would prolong it beyond a certain point. When she finally fell back onto the blanket, gasping and panting feverishly, she had fucked herself through a tremendous climax and had very nearly exhausted herself in the process.

"Omigod, it was never so good!" she whispered in surprised delight.

"There's still a lot more," he told her, grinning happily. "I sure do like the way you throw that ass around; it's been a long time since I've had a woman like you!"

"I'm so awful!" she blurted out. "I don't know what's come over me, honest I don't! Here I am a widow for not even a week and I'm behaving like a… like a common whore!"

"Lady, I've run across a few of them in my time and there ain't nothing common about you," Logan grunted. "Hell, just because you're a widow that don't mean that you dry up inside, does it? I mean, you got to keep on living, keep on wanting the good things out of life."

"Mmm, this is one of the best things," she whispered happily, rubbing her cunt up and down the shaft of his prick. "And you didn't even come! Good heavens, what were you waiting for.'"

"I was just enjoying the way you did it," he told her. "I always like to feel a woman come; that's one of the best parts of it. And you sure did!"

"Oohh, did I ever!" she exclaimed. "I thought it would never end! But don't you want to come?"

"Of course I do," he assured her. "And I'm gonna do it in a little while, don't you worry none about that! Unless you want me to get off you, that is."

"No! Don't you dare!" she muttered, throwing her arms around him and holding him tightly. "I want to feel you come! I love to feel a man shooting his come into me; that's one of the best parts! Oh no, I want to feel it!"

"You're gonna feel it," he promised. "Just as soon as I get some more of my cock into you, I'm gonna drill that tight little cunt of yours out and irrigate you with come!"

"My God!" she exclaimed when she had reached between them and felt his prick. "There's at least a handful of your prick outside me! I've got all that much more of it to go!"

Logan lifted himself up slightly and looked between their bodies. As she had said, there were a good four or five inches of his cock still outside her cunt's grasp. The sight of the thick, pink rod spearing into the whiskered lips of her pussy filled her with new enthusiasm and she lifted her head up to get a better view.

"I never saw anything like that before in my life!" she muttered, licking her lips with excitement. "Oohh, it's so exciting to look down there and see that big thing going in me!"

"Here, lift your butt up higher and you can see it better," he told her. "Yeah, that's the way, just bring them knees back till they're right beside your titties-see there? How's that for a fine sight?"

By drawing her legs far back she managed to bring her pussy into clearer view. She saw the broad, flaring lips, now maroon and flushed with passion, encircling his cock. He worked the tool in and out of her for a moment, pulling it almost all the way out and then driving it deeper. She gasped with surprise when she saw the way the in-and-out action made the lips of her pussy sink and then pull out as they followed his prick's driving action.

"I always wondered what it would look like, a man going into me," she muttered. "And now I know! Mmm, it makes me hot all over!"

"I've got a mirror over in my saddlebags," he said. "Maybe sometime we can get it out so you can have a better look. I'm beginning to think you might really like that!"

"It makes me shiver all over," she whispered. "But not now, I want to keep you in me. Mmm, it feels a lot different this way!"

"Yeah, it seems to go in deeper," he agreed. 'And that's what you want, isn't it? To get all of it inside you?"

"That's exactly what I want! Hurry, give it all to me!"

She pulled him closer and grunted with savage, animal-like pleasure as he sank deeper into her hot, tight cunt.

"Oohh, God, it's good!" she moaned. "Am I really good for you? Do I do it right? Am I as good as other women?"

"You're as good as any woman I ever had," he told her. "And that cunt of yours, it's as tight as any I ever felt! Whooo-eee, it gets better all the time! It's not gonna be long, I can tell you that!"

"Just let it come!" she pleaded. "I'll come again when I feel your cock going off, I know I will! Mmm, that's what I want to feel, your big, hard cock shooting me full of hot come! I love it, I love it!"

Her mounting excitement transferred itself to Logan and soon he was fucking her at a furious pace. Each brutal thrust of his cock brought a whimper of agonized pleasure to her throat and an answering flurry of movement from her hips. His cock speared deep, sinking to the hilt and nosing into the mouth of her womb; she shrieked with joy when she felt the big tool nudge into the tenderest parts of her cunt. Logan pressed down upon her and ground the wiry, bristly fur surrounding the base of his prick into the lips of her pussy and her clitoris- she whipped and jerked about in agony at the contact and scraped her clitoris against the base of his belly.

"Ooohh! Owwww! Unngghhh! " she screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me harder! Oh, my cunt, my pussy! You're fucking me to death; I'll never be able to do it again! Ugghh! Owww! You're fucking me all the way! I'm coming, I'm coming again! Shove your cock in deep and come!"

She completely lost control of herself and let her primitive, animal nature speak. Gripped by emotions and forces far more powerful than any she had ever felt before, she gave herself completely to them and threw her loins up to Logan with total, uninhibited abandon. He accepted the gift gratefully and plowed deep into her tingling cunt. His balls, heavy and packed with hot sperm, rubbed against her asshole, delivering an additional morsel of pleasure.

"Yeah, you're gonna make me shoot my nuts off!" he grunted. "Get ready, honey! Uhhh! Ahhh!

The first spurt of scalding semen took her by surprise.

It gushed into her cunt and washed over the tender tissue. She gasped with delight and gripped him even harder in an effort to get his cock deeper into her cunt. The long, swelling gusts of passion spat into her cunt and filled her with joy of a sort she had not even known existed.

"There it is!" she panted hoarsely. "You're coming now, you're making me come even more! Ooohh, it's so good, so fucking good! Don't stop; I want it to go on forever!''

Even her most heartfelt pleas could not accomplish the impossible, of course, and eventually Logan's balls were emptied of sperm. He kept his cock in her, however, and continued to rock back and forth even though he had emptied his balls.

"Ooohh, what a wonderful fuck!" Gloria exclaimed breathlessly. "I thought you were going to come forever!"

"Getting into a cunt like yours, it makes me want to do it forever," he replied. "You can really work that thing!"

"Do you think I'm so terrible?" she asked after a moment. "I mean, behaving like this with you, enjoying it so much, saying all the terrible things I said, and I've not been a widow a week?"

"No, it's like I said before," he repeated, "your husband might be dead but that pussy of yours is still alive!"

' Mmm, is it ever! I'm afraid I got carried away there for a while. When I said some of the things I did, I mean."

"Huh.'"

"You know, talking like a common tramp, using all those words," she said.

"Hey, there ain't nothing wrong with saying what s on your mind," he told her. "I sort of like it, in fact. You ought not to feel sorry for wanting it. I've always sort of admired women who knew what they wanted and had the gall to reach out and grab it. There's no harm in that."

"Are you sure?" she persisted. "I know that a lot of people would think I was awful but when… when I get to feeling that certain way I can't help myself and the words just come tumbling out."

"Aw, a lot of women are that way," he said. "You know, most of the time they act like sugar wouldn't melt in their mouth, but when you get right down to business they get real excited when you start talking about 'cocks' and 'pussies' and stuff like that. I told you, I sort of like it. And I'd a lot rather you were like that than some stuckup preacher's wife!"

"Then I won't feel so badly about it," she answered. "And I'll have to admit that I get a real thrill deep down inside when I say words like 'prick' or 'cunt' to a man. Oh, this is so much better now that that Indian is gone!"

"It was pretty bad with him, I reckon."

"Ugh! It was awful! He made me… do some things I'd never even heard about before."

"Maybe he picked up some tricks from a white woman somewhere," Logan suggested. "Some of them have some pretty wild ideas, I've heard."

"Actually the one thing he made me do which was new was something I'd thought about," she went on, feeling a strange and very strong compulsion to tell him everything. "I mean… well, he made me do it with my mouth!"

"Hey, that's not so wild," he told her. "Lots of people do that!"

"Even… even white people?"

"Sure, and not just the common riffraff either," he said. "The first time I ever heard about it, well, it was with this lady that was a captain's wife at a little fort where I was setting up a wagon outfit. She took a shine to me and I'm here to tell you, she learned me a lot about the ways of men and women! A real, high class lady she was, from Pennsylvania. Been to finishing school and all, but she really had a fire for the men!"

"And… and she did it to you with her mouth.''" Gloria whispered, growing more excited by the minute.

"Sure did. And showed me how to do it to her too!"

"What.' You mean you… down there.' With your mouth.'"

"Yeah, didn't I just! I ate that little pussy of hers till she was fit to be tied! Hey, didn't you never have a man nu/zle around 'tween your legs.' Honey, that's a dish fit for a king!"

"I… I was thinking that I'd like to try that with you," she faltered. "Getting my mouth on your… your cock, I mean."

"Great! You just swing your ass around and get on top of me," he said, "and you can feed me some of that pussy of yours. We'll eat each other till we can't either one of us see straight!"

"But… but there's all that come in me," she muttered, even though her heart raced madly at the prospect of having his face against her pussy. "I'll be a perfect mess down there!"

"Aw, a little come never hurt nobody," he said. "I couldn't rightly expect you to suck me off if I balked at licking a wet pussy, could I now.' You just get squared around here, Gloria, and I'll show you what kind of a pussy muncher I am!"

"I'm dying to try it, I really am," she said as he got off her and pulled his mammoth prick from her cunt. "Nobody's ever done it to me before and I've never done it to anybody either, except for that Indian."

"Did you suck him all the way? Till he shot his nuts off, I mean?"

"Yes. At first I thought it was perfectly awful but… well, after a little while I've got to admit that I was finding it much more exciting! But I don't think it was nearly as good as this is going to be!"

Logan showed her how to arrange herself so as to bring her pussy to bear upon his face at the same time that she was devouring his cock. The rod was still hard and was thoroughly coated with a mixture of sperm and cunt juices. A heady, sensual, musky aroma wafted up from it and she trembled with eager haste as she bent over it. The first taste confirmed her expectations: she felt a thrill of lusty anticipation run through her body as the taste and smell of the ripe, well-fucked prick inflamed her senses.

Most of Logan's come had already dripped from her cunt when she got her body poised above him. The creamy gruel had coursed between her buttocks-she having been on her back when he had removed his prick -and as she had shifted positions the salty cream ran down her thighs. When she got into position a thin trickle of sperm was oozing from the lips of her pussy and snaking down into the rich brush of dark brown fur surrounding the apex of those lips. He lifted his face and extended his tongue, intercepting that rivulet of semen, and lapped it eagerly.

"Ooohh, that's marvellous!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "I never knew it could be so good!"

Logan said nothing, preferring to let his lips and tongue do his talking in their own way. He worked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris, down between the lips of her pussy and into the rim of her cunt. He scoured the big lips carefully, sucked them into his mouth and gently crushed them between his teeth, drawing another ecstatic groan from her. He even lifted up his mouth and darted his tongue toward her asshole, covering it and forcing the tip into that tiny, puckered opening.

"Unngghh! Mmmmm!" she moaned.

Gloria had not wasted much time in getting her mouth around Logan's cock. She found it a very decided mouthful and could barely open wide enough to encompass the massive head. Once it was inside, however, it nestled against her tongue and filled her mouth very comfortably. The feel and taste of his cock, together with the knowledge that she was using her mouth as she had only moments before used her cunt, were enough to send hot flashes of sexual feeling throughout her body. These, together with Logan's use of his tongue, were enough to heat her loins rapidly and soon she felt a familiar, delicious knot of tension begin taking shape deep inside her cunt.

She quickly learned how to intensify the sensations imparted by Logan's sucking and tonguing; she tightened her buttocks into hard knots of muscle and ground the lips of her pussy against his mouth. She learned how to lift her pussy upwards and rub it back and forth, how to bring her clitoris into his chin, how to do everything that heightened her feeling and brought her closer to the climax. Then it struck-a sudden lightning bolt of violent, agonizing joy that burst forth with almost no warning-and she was fucking herself into his mouth as hard as possible.

"Mmm! Nnngg! Gllbb!" she groaned, never taking her mouth off his prick and continuing to suck furiously.

She was not able to make him come again but the pleasure of having his cock in her mouth was almost as good. She continued to press her pussy against his face, to revel in the way his tongue slithered deep into her cunt, until finally she could stand it no longer.

"If I do it any more I'll die!" she panted as she rolled off him and turned to fasten her lips to his. "Mmm, you've got come all over your face-I want to kiss you now, when you're covered with your come and mine!"

When Gloria at last rolled off Logan, it was nearly time for them to visit the village and get the meal he had bargained for.

"I wouldn't have believed it yesterday," she said as she stood up and dressed, "but right now a hot meal doesn't sound all that good! I really think I'd almost as soon stay here and do all these things some more!"

"There'll be plenty of time for all this later on," he told her. "It's going to be a while before we get to where we're going. You'll be able to get most of that out of your system."

"I'll never get it out of my system!" she retorted. "I don't think I'll ever be able to look at you again without thinking about the way I felt when you ran that… that cock of yours up me! Or when I had it in my mouth, or the way you were doing me with your mouth and tongue!"

"That's good," he said. "I reckon you won't hardly see me but what you have a nice feeling, then."

"Tell me, Mr. Logan, or may I call you Dickr* I guess I can; we're certainly intimate enough! Tell me, Dick, surely you've been with… well, with women who take pay for doing all this?"

"Yep, I've spent more'n a little money on them fillies," he admitted. "Why?"

"I was just wondering about it," she said. "It's a different life and I know nothing about it. Will they… really do anything for money? Or let the man do anything for money.'"

"Sure as there's a sun," he said. "Anywhere that old tool'll fit, they'll put it there for the right fee."

"You've said something like that before," she mused as they caught up their horses and began to saddle them. "Anywhere it would fit, I mean. But haven't we pretty well covered the field? I mean, you've had it in my cunt and in my mouth; what else is there?"

"Well, you got another hole between your legs," he reminded her. "Some women, they take to having it there right well."

Gloria paused, stiffened into immobility by his words. A chill ran over her body when she considered having a man's prick in her asshole. She had never explored that opening's sensual potentialities, not even to the point of putting a finger into it, but Logan's words sent tremors running over her body.

"And there's some that likes to get the rod between their boobies," he continued. "I heard of one feller in San Antonio what liked to work it in and out of a woman's armpit. And then a girl can always jerk a guy off. You know, do it with her hand."

"Ahh, there's a whole world of lewdness waiting for me!" Gloria exclaimed. "I've thought of that; the hand part, I mean. There's something about the idea of a man's come shooting out onto my body, drenching me with that hot cream, that's always made me absolutely wild inside!"

"Ran across a girl like that up in the Tetons once," he grunted. "I was helping out with a hunting party; some wild Englishman. His wife was that way-she loved to hump along for a while and then when it was time for the finish she'd have you pull out and she'd end it with her hand. Really went wild when it was shooting all over her tits and belly!"

"Someday you're going to have to tell me about all the women you've fucked and sucked," Gloria said. "I love hearing about things like that!"

"Sounds like you might be cut from the same pattern as that English woman," Logan observed. "She was something! A countess, I think it was; some kind of title anyway. She had it fixed up with her maid so that they could take turn about with their men-one watching and the other under the gun, you might say. Seemed to make 'em both all the hotter!"

"What? You mean they both shared a lover?"

"Something like that," Logan said. "Lady Evans, that was her name, she'd get on me and ride a while and then she'd get off so that Kathleen, her maid, could have a lick and a suck. Or maybe it'd be the other way around. And when they wore me down they'd take in after each other! Ever time I'd pop one off in that Kathleen's cunt -and a right hot little thing she was!-that Lady Evans, she'd be right there to lick it out of her!"

"My God, licking a man's come from another woman's cunt!" Gloria whispered. "I wouldn't have believed that people could do such things!"

"I don't know that I'd recommend it for everybody," Logan said, "but they seemed to take to it well enough. They weren't a bit jealous about any of it."

Gloria silently mounted and followed him into the town. The description of Lady Evans's lascivious appetites stirred her powerfully and she tried to visualize them being worked out in practice.

"Do women very often do things like thatr¹" she asked. "To each other, I mean?"

"Oh, I reckon a fair number of 'em do." he replied. "The girls in the whorehouses, they're real bad about it. Kinda odd; they make their living by screwing men but like as not when they really want something good they 11 take another woman. Or maybe it's just the change of pace, I don't know. They'll get in there and suck each other off, or maybe use some little gadget shaped something like what a man's got between his legs. Either way, they'll fair ruffle the sheets!"

"I can see that I'm going to get an education if I stay with you very long," she said, giving him a warm smile. "And I guess that s going to be quite a while!"

"I don't know," he told her. "I've been thinking about that. Seems to me that we ought to be able to head right up the south bank of the river towards Presidio. That's a little town seventy, a hundred miles upriver. Fort Leaton's right across the river; I could drop you off there and you could get a stage up to Fort Davis or one of them towns up that way. That might be a lot safer and it'd sure be easier riding. The way we're going, it'll be straight across country and some of it's going to be rough."

"Well, whatever you think is best," she agreed. "But no matter how rough the country is, being with you will make up for almost any of it!"

They rode into Boquillas and found the adobe hut where Logan had bargained for a meal. The lady ladled them out big plates full of barbecued goat meat, beans and rice, handed them a platter of hot tortillas and gestured to a rude bench. Carrying their dishes over, they set to work and cleaned them in short order. Both accepted second helpings and again cleaned their plates. Logan settled his accounts with the lady, adding enough to cover a bottle of homemade mescal, and walked back to Gloria.

"This'11 be good for cold mornings," he said, brandishing the yellowish liquid. "Now, we'll go over and see that man that's getting the jerky and pinole together- he's supposed to be rustling up something that you could wear instead of that dress while you're riding."

They found the man and he said that he would not have collected enough meat and meal before the next morning. He did, however, bring out a shirt and a pair of rough miner's trousers which looked as though they might fit Gloria. She accepted them gratefully and they headed back to camp.

"All that for one of them old rifles I took off that Indian," he told her.

"You're a bargain hunter," she agreed.

When they got back to their camp, an hour before total darkness, only one thing was on their minds. They looked at each other, saw the excitement and quickly began undressing. Gloria flung off her blouse and skirt, bent down to unfasten her shoes and removed them, along with her stockings.

"Where's that mirror.''" she asked when she was completely naked. "Can we use it this time.' I'd love to be able to see all that happens down there!"

Logan grinned and went over to his saddlebags as soon as he had undressed. Gloria watched the big cock, already stiff and dark with lusty fever, swing to and fro as he walked; the sight made her pussy's lips moisten and swell until they seemed almost ready to drop off.

"How do we do it.'" she eagerly asked when he had brought out the mirror and had dusted it off. "How do you want me to be.'"

Uh, get down on the blanket and lay on your side, he told her. "Yeah, the left side, like that. Now pull your knees way up high, as far as you can. That s the way; now I'll just scoot here beside you and snuggle up close. Now open your legs up a little and hold that mirror down so you can get a sight of your pussy!"

Gloria did as she was told. Logan's cock, fully grown and burning with heat, nestled against her ass as she opened her thighs and held the mirror down. She gasped with surprised delight when she saw her own pussy. The thick-lipped slit, dark and angry with sensual arousal, glared at her, framed by a dark, curling beard. It was the first time she had ever looked at her pussy with sexual intent and the sight immediately set her blood boiling with desire. She fingered the opening with her free hand, working the lips this way and that, and shivered as her fingers delivered additional shocks of stimulation to her nervous system.

"Yeah, you like to look at it," Logan chortled. "And now, I'll just stick my old cock up there and you'll have something else to look at!"

He inserted his prick between her thighs and laid it along the slit she had been examining. Gloria immediately exclaimed delightedly and began pressing the tool against the lips of her pussy. She forced the skin off the head, peeling it all the way back, and rubbed the head over her tortured clitoris.

"Ahh. it's wonderful!" she sighed. "My God, this makes me want to do everything with you!"

"You feel like you've got a forest fire burning in your cunt," he muttered. "I guess I'm going to have to put a hose in and wet it down for you!"

"I was hoping that we could have some time to do each other with our mouths," she said, "but now I don't want to do anything but get that prick of yours up my cunt! Dick? Can you put it in me like this? I mean, so I could hold the mirror and see it going into my pussy? I think I'd nearly die with pleasure if I could see it happening at the same time that I was feeling it!"

"Sure, it'll go in this way," he told her. "You feel slick enough; it ought not to be any trouble."

"When I get like this," she said, "I simply gush that wet, slick stuff! It runs down my legs and ruins my underclothes if I'm dressed. Are all women that way?"

"No, just the best ones," he told her. "It's a sign that you're extra ready for a good fuck and that you're wanting it special!"

"Huh! I don't have to touch my pussy to know that!" she grunted.

Logan moved down the blanket slightly to give himself a better angle to penetrate her cuntal opening. He moved the massive rod up and down her well-oiled furrow a few times, generously lubricating the broad head; Gloria's heart pounded even faster when she saw the way the tool forced her pussy's lips apart and homed into the inner opening.

"Unngghh! I can already feel myself getting ready to come!" she moaned when he settled the head of the tool in the mouth of her cunt. "Oohh, hurry, darling, I knovV I can't wait long!"

"Do it to yourself!" he urged. "Reach down there and tickle your love-button a little; you can make yourself come while I'm right outside!"

Impelled by the demons working within her hot, hungry loins, she capitulated and brought her free hand down. The sight of Logan's cock nestled within the lips of her pussy inflamed her senses with sexual feeling and the warm, big presence of the tool aroused her even more. Her finger sought out the taut, swollen tip of her clitoris, closed upon it; she grunted audibly and quivered mightily when she touched the most tender part of her being.

"Agghh! Ooohh! It's here!" she cried out. "I can't help it; I can't stop it! Unngghh! I'm coming! Ooohh! Oww! Mmm, I'm coming all over!"

Fingering her clitoris and watching intently, she trembled and groaned as the climax burst within her cunt and poured out in long, spasmodic waves of sensual pleasure. The come oozed from her cunt, bathing the head of Logan's cock and the lips of her pussy with a clear, musky oil before it dribbled down onto her lower thigh. Once Logan nearly succumbed to temptation and started to thrust his immense, swollen prick into her waiting cunt. She sensed the move and hunched down with her hips, welcoming the stroke, but he gained control of his impulses and conquered the feeling. When Gloria's climax had ebbed away his cock was still poised in the mouth of her cunt.

"Mmm, why didn't you fuck it up me.'" she whispered when at last she could speak. "I was ready for it; I'd have come even more if only I'd had your cock going up me!"

"I guess you would," he admitted, "but I was holding back for something better. I got some more ideas about how you might like it and I wanted to try one of them."

"I can't wait!" she purred, twisting slightly and rubbing her cuntal opening against his waiting prick. "What kind of goodies do you have waiting for me.'"

"I thought I'd show you how we could have us a little combination," he said. "You know, a half-fuck and half-hand job. How's that sound to you?"

"It sounds like the sexiest thing in the world!" she murmured. "I can't imagine how we're going to do it but I'm certainly willing to try. And I guess you won't mind teaching me, will your¹"

"Not a bit," he said with a soft chuckle. "A woman with a cunt like yours, it's a pleasure to do anything!"

They lay together for a few minutes more, enjoying their closeness and allowing Gloria to gather her strength for the next session of sensuality. Logan continued to work his prick up and down her pussy and to bathe it in the warm, sweet oils which continued to pour from her cunt.

"I think I'm ready now," she said after another moment. "What do you want me to do.''"

"About what you're doing now," he said. "I'll run it up your pussy on one stroke and you can rub it all over, wherever you want to feel it. And on the next stroke, after I draw back, you can guide it in your hole and I'll fuck it up your cunt. How's that sound to you?"

"It sounds like nothing I'd ever heard about or imagined!" she muttered hoarsely. "It sounds like something that I'm going to remember for the rest of my life!"

"Then let's get to it," he said. "Here, I'll shove it up your cunt first and get it good 'n wet-that'll make it slide back and forth in your hands nice 'n easy. I think you're going to like this."

"I'm going to love it, I know it!" she corrected him. "But wait-let me get this mirror fixed just so; I want to see it going in me!"

She held the mirror at the proper angle and watched closely. She saw his huge prick settle into place, neatly framed by the big lips of her pussy; the sight was already bringing her to a high degree of sexual tension. When he tensed his muscles and started the inward drive she gasped with pleasure and trembled heavily.

"My God, it's incredible!" she greathed. "Mmm, it's forcing all of me inward; it's caving my pussy in! Ahh, I feel it going in, though, it's heading up my cunt! Unngghh, Dick, it's filling me up; it's making me want to come all over again!"

He thrust half his immense prick into her cunt and left it there for'a moment. Gloria's body quickly adjusted to its big presence and she thrilled at the sight of a man's cock stuck into her cunt. She trembled with awed delight when she felt the huge rod spreading the cuntal tunnel wider and forcing it into a perfect tubular pattern.

"Now for the second part," he muttered.

He withdrew his cock, taking it all the way out, and it emerged thickly coated with her cunt's abundant oils. The huge shaft glistened wetly in the fading sunlight. When the head had popped free from her cunt he surged forward; the well-oiled tool easily slipped along her pussy and rubbed against the lips and clitoris. Gloria immediately clapped a hand over it and held it against her body.

"Mmm, I love this!" she cried out. "It's like nothing I ever felt! Oohh, do it again, Dick; I love to feel it going into my cunt! You make it so good!"

The short interval during which he had run his cock up arid down her pussy's furrow had been enough to let her cunt recede to nearly the normal size and thus she felt him with acute pleasure when he again speared the big rod up into her body. This time he drove even deeper; Gloria's fingers roamed over her pussy and rubbed the tender, aching lips against the hard, unyielding shaft as it split her meat. When he pulled out this time she was waiting and, cupping her hand, made a little pocket so that the tool was caught between her fingers and pussy as he pressed it forward.

"Ooohh, I know what's going to happen!" she muttered tensely. "When you come you're going to shoot it all over my hands and my pussy! I'll be able to feel it shooting out! Ahh, I'm going to love this; it's going to make me want to come more than ever!"

Her agile fingers pressed firmly against the cunt-smeared prick as it slithered back and forth against her pussy, alternately spearing into her cunt and then scraping the lips and clitoris. Each lunging thrust up her cunt brought a gasp of anguished joy to her throat; Logan soon heightened these delightful sensations by reaching up to caress her right breast. She twisted around slightly, bringing her shoulders about, and shuddered as his strong fingers manipulated the full globe and scraped over her taut, dark nipple.

"Suck it!" she muttered feverishly. "Suck my nipple; it'll make me feel it all the more! It's making me feel it like never before! Ahh, fuck me, Dick, fuck me all the way! I love your cock! Mmm, come on me, come on my pussy! I want to feel it shooting over my pussy!"

"Rub it harder!" he gasped, taking his mouth off her nipple for a moment. "Jack me off! That's the way; you'll get the come outta my balls yet! I'm gonna shoot it up your cunt and over your pussy; you'll have come down to your knees! Ugghh! Your cunt's as hot as fire! Ahh, that's the way, honey; you've got it now! Just keep it up and you'll get the cream to spurting!"

Thus encouraged by his directions and exhortations, she fingered his prick all the harder. His constant prodding had enlarged the mouth of her cunt so that the thick rod easily slipped inside, guided by only a slight nudge from her fingers. On several occasions she slipped a finger inside the tender, sensitive opening at the same time that his cock drove into it-the extra dimension brought howls of agonized pleasure to her lips.

Logan was fucking faster now, since he could feel his balls tingling and tightening as they prepared a full, steaming load of sperm for her. He shoved the tool home, deep in her cunt, and withdrew to lunge forward and scour the deep, moist furrow between the lips of her pussy. The first orgasmic spasm clutched him at the zenith of one of his inward strokes; he immediately tried to plunge even deeper into her hot cunt.

"Ahh! Now!" he muttered deep in his throat. "Now I've got it; now I'm coming! Ahhh, get it, honey, work it with your fingers!"

"Ooohh, you're making me come too!" she cried out. "Give it to me, give it all to me! I want your prick, I want your come! Agghh, fuck me again, fuck me! Come!"

His dick was spurting thick streams of scalding semen when it emerged from her cunt. The creamy gruel shot over the lips of her pussy, deluging the tender flesh and her fingers with its liquid warmth. Gloria rubbed it frantically and pressed the huge, swollen rod against her clitoris. The sticky cream flowed over her fur and her fingers massaged it into every pore, matting the hair and bathing her clitoris in masculine oils. When Logan once more sheathed his cock in her cunt she received the full brunt of his climax and her ultra-sensitive cunt responded with a tremendous, clutching orgasm.

"Aiiieee! Owwww!" she gurgled ecstatically. "I feel it all over my body! You're coming all over me! I love it; I love to feel it! Mmm, I can't stop coming; your prick's killing me! You're fucking me crazy!"

They continued to hump and drive against each other until long after his balls had ceased to pump out the warm liquid which delighted her so much When at last Logan lay quiet, his prick was once again deep in her cunt and she was holding his balls in her hands. She cupped the big eggs, now drained of their venom, and rubbed them idly against the lips of her pussy. Her fingers, thickly coated with sperm, transferred that creamy gruel to the sack.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" she whispered. "I'm going to rub your come all over your balls! And then I'll go over them with my lips and tongue! I'll lick every drop of that precious cream off them; I'll get it off your cock too! Maybe after I've done that you'll be ready to give me another fuck-maybe not like the one we just had but another way.'' Mmm, feeling your balls makes me want to fuck all night! I don't think I'll ever want to stop fucking you! Fucking you. Fucking. Mmm, I even love to say the word!"

"That's the girl," he told her approvingly. "You're getting the taste for it, well enough; by the time I get you to a stage station you're going to have to find yourself a man."

"That's the truth," she agreed. "Oh, I can't imagine going even a single day without having more of this delicious feeling! But what if the man I chose were one of those straitlaced Baptists.'' The kind of man who didn't like for his woman to… well, to enjoy it as much as I do.' Whatever would I do?"

"You mean the kind of man your husband was?" Logan asked.

"That's not fair!" she instantly retorted. "Well, not quite fair, to say the least. All right, Henry didn't know all these wonderful, marvellous things that you know about. And I suppose that he wouldn't really have approved of all the things we're doing. But he was a fine man and I did love him, truly I did!"

"I didn't mean to say you didn't," he told her. "It's just that it sounds like he wasn't quite the man to do all the things that you wanted doing."

"You might be right," she had to admit. "But you never can tell. He liked to fuck well enough, that's for sure. We had a beautiful fuck the day before the attack, did you know that? I went up a little creek to bathe and he met me there. Oh, I came and came and came! I don't know what he'd have said, though, if he'd known that I'd already gotten into the habit of… well, of using my fingers to feel of my pussy after he'd fucked me. I'd run them up into my cunt and lick the come off them-delicious! But not as good as getting it straight from a man's cock, I'll bet! Oh, I know, I did it that way to that Indian but that was different-I'm talking about sucking it from your prick. Do you think we could do it that way soon? Mmm, I'm dying to try it that way! What do you call it, doing it like that?"

"Oh, some people call it going French," he told her. "Or when you're sucking each other at the same time, that's sixty-nine. Or cocksucking, or getting a blow job, any of those."

"Cocksucking, that's a nice word," she murmured thoughtfully. "Yes, I like the sound of it. Would you like me any the less if I were a cocksucker.' Would you like to make me into a cocksucker?"

"I'd like you just as well," he assured her. "Or, even better, in fact-I like a woman who's not afraid to lick a little prick now and then. Tell you what: suppose we try this straight fucking for just a while longer, so I can get my balls pumped back up" and then we'll switch around and try sucking each other off? A little sixty-nine.-¹ How'd that suit you?"

"It would suit me extravagantly well," she purred. "But heavens, I'm such a mess down there! I mean, I came so much I thought I was melting and running out my pussy, almost, and then you shot off a tremendous load too and I rubbed it all over. Are you sure you want to kiss and suck around on that kind of a pussy?"

"You'll find out," he promised her. "I'm sure not gonna back off, that's for sure! A little come scattered around, or even a lot, hell, that just makes it ail the tastier! It's a lot better eating than one of them pussies that's just fresh washed!"

"All right, you've convinced me," she said with a giggle of elation. "Now what;¹"

"Uh, you even been on a man.' Riding him from the top:*"

"Heavens, no! Always with Henry, he was the one who got on top," she said.

"All right, we'll show you how a woman can ride herself into a nice come, one that'll get you feeling it right smartly," he promised. "Just let me get my cock out of you and then you can mount up."

He extracted the big tool and rolled onto his back. Following his directions, Gloria squatted over him and guided his prick into the battered lips of her pussy.

"Sometimes doing it this way makes it a little harder to get it in," he mentioned.

"All the better!" she crowed, fingering his love-slick cock and holding it between the lips of her pussy. "I love the feeling when it goes in for the first time; it's almost like the first time I ever did it!"

The long, arduous fuck they had previously enjoyed, however, had considerably loosened Gloria's cuntai muscles and she easily took his massive cock. The well-greased rod slid up into her cunt, equally slick and highly receptive, with ease; she groaned with primitive delight when the thick muscle parted her cunt and slipped inside.

"Oohh, I can feel it so well!" she told him. "I know it's going to be marvellous this way; I love being able to fuck from side to side!"

She wasted little time in mastering the intricacies of the new position. Logan showed her how she could lean far back, reclining until her back was nearly resting on his shins; this forced his iron-stiff cock into the front wall of her cunt, the more sensitive portion of the hot, slick tunnel. When he reached out to glide a fingertip over her exposed clitoris she let out a howl of sensual joy.

"Oooohh! Ahhhh!" she moaned, thrashing from side to side. "You're fucking another come out of me! I can't stop coming!"

By lying far back she forced her taut, muscular cunt to put tremendous pressure on Logan's prick. The excitement of feeling her climax added to his arousal and, when she had resumed her upright position, he told her he was ready to come.

"Oh, that's what I've been waiting for," she purred happily. "Let me get squared around here and then we'll suck each other. That's what you want, isn't it? To shoot off your balls in my mouth? To have me drink the come out of your cock? Mmm, I'm dying to try it!"

She quickly uncunted his prick and switched positions, settling her pussy over his face. As she had said, her thighs and crotch were covered with his come, which had begun to dry; her own orgasmic effusions also coated the lips of her pussy and trickled down onto her thighs. The messiness of the sensual morsel made it all the more appealing to Logan's tastes and he began licking her thighs eagerly.

"Just pretend your mouth's a cunt," he advised her. "Suck hard and let your tongue do most of the work- it'll come out just fine. Meantime, I'm gonna have myself another little snack back here!"

He did so, licking her thoroughly. His big hands cupped the cheeks of her ass and spread them wide so that the lips of her pussy fell apart and exposed the inner flesh to his questing tongue. Gloria's mouth closed over his cock like a wild thing, sucking and caressing with abandon, and she took as much of the big rod as she could.

When Logan felt his balls preparing to loose another big load of sperm, he cautiously slid a finger into her cunt and wetted it thoroughly. He had already explored her asshole with his tongue and had noted that she twitched wildly whenever his tongue slid over that brown, puckered opening. Just before his prick began to spurt he jabbed his cunt-sickened finger into her asshole, shoving it up to the second knuckle; Gloria answered with a long, shuddering moan and convulsively clenched her sphincter around the probing finger.

"Anngghh! Owwww!" she howled. "It's killing me!"

When she lifted her mouth off his strained cock to speak, his come shot forth unexpectedly. The first jet took her squarely in the face; her fingers still held the rod and inadvertently aimed it toward her mouth. Feeling the deluge of hot, reeking sperm, she fell upon him with a gasping shudder and popped her mouth over the gushing head. The successive spurts went into her mouth and she greedily swallowed the thick cream, savoring the salty flavor and quivering with unearthly joy. Her hips pressed her pussy hard against Logan's face and her cunt pumped out massive waves of climactic pleasure. He lapped her come, running his tongue deep and sucking in the sweet, musky oils; his finger continued to pump in and out of her asshole. He fucked her mouth with quick, jerky strokes until he had shot the last of his come into her throat, then slowly relaxed and settled back onto the blankets. He continued, however, to run his tongue in and out of her cunt and over her twitching clitoris until at last she gave one last convulsive shake and rolled off him.

"Ohhh! I love cocksucking!" she whispered, lying on her back close beside him and looking up at the dark sky with wonder. "It's better than anything I'd ever imagined it would be! Oohh, Dick, I'm so glad you showed me how to do it! Mmm, my poor cunt-I thought sure you were going to suck it right out of my body! And that finger up my ass-it was the final touch, all I needed to turn me into a raving maniac!"

"I was wondering if you might not like that," he said. "Whenever I hit you there with my tongue you seemed to take to it right smartly, so I figured you might like a finger too!"

"I knew you were doing it with your tongue and I was hoping you'd keep it up," she murmured. "But I didn't dare ask you to do it-I thought it would be too much; I didn't want to seem like a total whore!"

"Bullshit, there ain't nothing whorish about it," he scoffed, "Lots of women like it up the ass, no reason why you shouldn't take to it too!"

"Are you going to do it with your prick some time?" she wondered aloud. "Are you really going to fuck me in the ass.' Shoot your come in there? Do it all to me? Oh, I hope so, Dick; I want to do everything! Every way that any woman has ever been fucked, I want to try it all!"

"We've got two or three days before we get to Presidio," he old her. "No reason in the world why we couldn't try it all out in that time. I'm sure gonna bust a gut trying!"

They were up early the next morning, despite their strenuous lovemaking the night before. Logan was too much of a frontiersman ever to sleep late, no matter what the provocation or cause, and he had them ready to ride out of Boquillas by seven o'clock. He watched humorously as Gloria made her first acquaintance with men's trousers: she stepped into them awkwardly but since they were cut extra large, easily got them up around her large, well-formed hips. She added the rough workshirt and donned the straw hat Logan had picked up for her.

"Yeah, you're not built quite like the last feller that wore them pants," he said with a chuckle, "but I'm damned if I don't think you look a lot better!"

"I'm just glad I don't have to wear this all the time," she said. "They're so tight around my pussy! I'm nearly raw down there, you know; you almost wore blisters on it last night!"

"Aw, you just need to work it a little more," he told her. "I reckon we can do that without much trouble!"

"I can see right now that they'll be a hindrance to lovemaking," she observed. "They're going to have to come all the way off!"

"Oh, that don't always have to be," he told her. "Hell, you could drop them down around your knees and bend over good, I could shove it up you from the rear. You know, just like the dogs and cows and horses do!"

"That would be fitting, to fuck like the animals," she said with a smile. "There are times, you know, when I think of that cock of yours and how it makes my pussy sing with joy and I think that I'm an animal myself!"

"Aw, hell, there's a little animal in all of us," he replied. "Ain't no harm in facing up to it!"

They loaded their gear onto a pair of pack horses and headed off. Logan carried the rifle he intended trading for the supplies he had bargained for, and they drove the horses through the village. He stopped off, exchanged the rifle for two stout sacks of jerky and pinole, and they were on their way. They rode slowly over the rough, barren country, following indistinct trails, and saw nothing the rest of the day. At noon, when they stopped to water the animals at a small pool beside the Rio Grande, Gloria looked at Logan in a knowing way. He returned the look and without a word they began undressing. Gloria did not remove her clothes completely; she acted upon his earlier suggestion and simply lowered her trousers to her knees and bent over at the waist.

"Ah, you want it dog fashion, do you?" he muttered, holding his rapidly stiffening cock and slowly masturbating as he looked at the whiskered eye of her pussy when it appeared between the backs of her thighs. "That's what you call it like this, you know, fucking dog fashion."

"Yes, fuck me dog fashion!" she muttered hoarsely, almost shaking with excitement. "I want to be your bitch! I've been thinking about it all morning, ever since you mentioned doing it this way!"

"If you've been thinking about it all morning then that pussy of yours must be ripe for eating," he said as he dropped to a knee behind her. "Here, let me lick it up for you-that'll make it all the better when I get the dick shoved up you!"

He did so and found her warm and extremely ripe. The prolonged period of sexual arousal had heated her cunt to a high degree and the juices, mixed with the remnants of his sperm, gave off a rich, succulent odor of sex. Logan's tongue sliced between the lips of her pussy, scouring the furrow, and roamed from cuntal opening to clitoris. Gloria gasped and moaned as he licked her into a semi-frenzy.

"Omigod, you're making me hot!" she whimpered. "So fucking hot! Mmm, I want it already; I want to feel your cock way up my cunt! Ahh, your tongue's making me want it more than ever! Ooohh, hurry and fuck me, hurry and give me your cock! I'm dying to feel you deep inside my cunt!"

Logan licked her pussy and tongued her cunt until she was near the breaking point. Finally he too was ready for stronger fare and he rose to his feet. His fly was already open and his cock jutted out alarmingly; he approached her rump and skinned the tool back as he settled into position behind her waiting buttocks. The head of his prick, as big as an eggplant and nearly as dark, glared menacingly at the target. He shoved the big, flaring head into the puffy, swollen lips and moved it up and down.

"Ahh, just right!" she moaned hungrily. "Just what I've been thinking about all morning! Oh, Dick, I want it so; I want to be fucked like a bitch dog in heat! Don't worry about making me come; just put it in and fuck!"

"All right, here it is!" he grunted.

With that he lurched toward her and broached the mouth of her cunt in one brutal stroke. She cried out in pained delight as the big tool spread the opening wide and then popped inside. Being bent far over at an extreme angle, the opening was relatively smaller than usual but Logan's powerful thrust sent his cock slithering deep at the first push. Four inches of stiff, hard prick sliced into her cunt and brought a wavering cry of joy from her throat.

"Anngghh! Owwww!" she called out as she leaned against him and quaked with erotic ecstasy. "My God, you're twice as big as you were before! You'll tear my cunt all apart! Ugghh' Again! Deeper! Ooohh, I love it, I love this fucking feeling! Do it to me, damn you, get it deep and make it come!"

Logan did exactly as he was told. Her quick, lewd acceptance of him firetl his balls with fury and stoked the fires within his loins. He fucked her almost as though she were an inanimate object, giving no thought to her pleasure, seeking on!) his own fulfillment. His prick glistened svt-rly vvhen he withdrew it-looking down J.u could easil) see the huge rod emerge from between the tightly clenched cheeks of her ass-and he leaned for-wsr-c¹ agasn. In eot! out he worked the massive tool until finally his balls could stand the torture no longer. In the process of fucking himself into an uproar, he naturally brought her to a frenzied state, and by the time his cock began shooting another flood of semen into her cunt she was aflame from head to foot with orgasmic delight.

"Yes, that's the way I want it!" she cried out when he was pistoning his prick in and out at the fastest rate she had ever felt. "Fuck me harder! All of it, fuck it all up me! Ugghh! Oh, you're killing me, you're fucking me to death! Ahhh, I can't stop coming! Oooohh, my cunt's melting; it's coming apart! You're killing me!"

"Keep on coming," he grunted harshly as he thrust into her for the last time. "That cunt of yours is milking my prick! Aurrgghh! You're sucking my balls off with your cunt!"

When he plunged into her for the last time, shoving every inch of the big tool up her sweating, love-slickened cunt, his balls flapped against her clitoris. Gloria reached between her own legs and grasped the huge sack and the two big eggs; she pressed them hard against her clitoris and rubbed them over the lips of her pussy. She clearly felt the balls twitch and jerk as they propelled massive jolts of hot, scalding come up into his prick; she felt the big rod give answering jerks as it squirted the load of sperm into her cunt. The steaming gruel spattered over the tenderest parts of the tunnel and sprayed up into her womb, eliciting savage cries of joy from her throat. She continued to massage the heavy eggs until long after they had emptied themselves. Finally, when Logan sighed and lowered himself-he had risen onto the balls of his feet at the height of his ecstasy-she released her grip upon the sack and slowly sank down to her knees. The flood of come soon gushed from her frothy slit, cascading down into the patch of hair covering the apex of the lips and then dribbling down both her thighs.

"Good God in heaven!" she muttered weakly. "I can't even move! You've fucked me into a dead faint!"

"I wouldn't have been able to do it so good if that cunt of yours wasn't the best I ever felt," he told her. "No lie, girl, I been inside some hot, tight, active little pussies but yours has em all beat nine ways to Sunday! I thought I'd fucked some high grade cunts in my time but I see now I've got to put in a new classification for you!"

"You can't imagine how good it makes me feel to hear you say that," she told him. "I guess there was a time when I'd have been outraged if anyone had dared say such things to me. Now, I can only feel happy about them!"

"That's because you're learning how to be a woman," he told her. "And a woman who's a real woman, she ain't ashamed of being able to fuck and do it well!"

"If I'm learning that it's because you're teaching me," she vowed. "And the lessons! Well, they're easily the best I've ever had! Mmm, I feel your come seeping out of my cunt, running down my legs. I'm going to let it get all over me until I'm covered with it. Then, tonight when we camp, I'll be ripe and smelly for you!"

"That's just the kind of eating I like best," he told her.

They pulled their clothing together and were soon on their way. They took their time, more intent upon enjoying the passage than in covering ground, and when they made camp that first evening they were no more than twenty miles from Boquillas village. Gloria thought constantly of the evening as she rode and of the joys that would be waiting for her. At the same time, she kept up a steady stream of conversation with the wonderful man she had found so unexpectedly. Naturally sex and lovemaking featured prominently in her talk.-

"If you really like your women to be forward and to speak their minds, perhaps you won't object if I propose something I'd like to do tonight," she said at one point in the afternoon.

"Ask away," he said. "If it's got to do with fucking or sucking, you won't find me afraid to give it a try."

"Well, you seem to be able to come almost whenever you want to," she told him. "So, I was wondering if perhaps you'd try this scheme I've been thinking about. I'd like, first, for you to get on me, between my legs, and fuck me into a really good come but to hold back your own come. Then, after you'd done that, after you'd fucked me until I was silly, then take it out of my cunt and let me try doing it to you with my hand. I know it's silly but I've got this terrible longing to hold a man's cock in my hand when he's coming, to see it shooting out and to feel it spraying over my naked body. Is that so awful a thing to want to do?"

"Huh, ain't nothing awful about that!" he told her. "In fact, it sounds like a damned good idea! Yeah, we'll do it that way if you want to."

They pitched their camp in late afternoon. Gloria unrolled their blankets, spreading them upon a tarpaulin Logan had supplied, and began undressing while he watered the horses and hobbled them. She revelled in the freedom of being naked; the sun played over her lush, ripe body and warmed her into a feverish state. Logan was watching her as she moved around the campsite, getting out their foodsacks and arranging canteens so they would remain cool; she liked knowing that he was watching her naked body and drawing excitement from her.

When he had finished his chores and moved toward her she could see the big, promising bulge in the front of his trousers. The outline of his prick stirred her deeply and she spread her thighs so that she could run her fingers over her hot-lipped pussy as she watched him undress. He moved around so he could watch her playing with herself and for the first time in her life she did not feel ashamed of masturbating.

"I believe you like to watch me do it to myself," she murmured wonderingly.

"Of course I do," he said, throwing off his clothes and standing between her feet as he toyed with his cock. "Don't you like to watch me doing it to myself'¹ Don't it make you hotter, seeing me fuck my fist?"

"Fistfucking, that's another good word," she whispered. Her eyes remained locked on his prick and she licked her lips hungrily as she saw him work the foreskin back and forth over the head of his prick. "You're making me so hot, just by doing that!"

"This is what your cunt does to my cock when I'm fucking you," he muttered. "It grabs me tight, like this, and when I push in hard it strips the skin off the head. And when I pull back, it pulls the skin back over the head!"

"I'm glad my cunt can do nice things to you," she whispered, licking her lips and watching even more intently. "Oohh, God, you're making me want to fuck so bad; I can't think of anything else but getting your cock shoved way up my cunt! I want it more than anything in the whole world!"

She continued to tease the lips of her pussy and to stroke her swollen, angry clitoris with the tips of her fingers. The feverish slit throbbed and ached with feeling; the tips of her nipples, flushed with excitement, tingled strongly as her body's tension mounted higher and higher. Logan masturbated for another minute and then got between her thighs. She held the lips of her pussy open for him and he guided his prong between them.

"Ugghh! In, all the way in!" she panted as she swung her legs up and gathered him closer. "Fuck me right down to the core! Quick, I can feel the come already! And then I'll jack you off, I'll make your come shoot all over my body! I want to fee! it shooting over my tits!"

"Here it is," Logan grunted. "'Now come, damn you!"

He surprised her by the sudden, brutal ferocity of his charge. He fucked her with a quick strength that she had never seen in him before but, under the circumstances, the change of pace was exactly what she needed in order to make her satisfaction more complete.

' Omigod, you're tearing me in two! she screamed with delight as she threw up her hips to meet his long, swooping stroke. "Anngghhh! Ooohh! It's so big! I'm so hot! Owwww, it's making me come! Agghh! Ugghh! Ooohh!"

She had begun to come almost as soon as the big rod had forced its way inside her hot, slick hole. Logan plunged deep, bringing frantic thrusts and wiggles to her butt; she lunged upward to crush her swollen nipples against his chest. Their lips met and he shot his tongue into her mouth; she met it with her own. They tongue-fucked each other's mouth as his cock continued to plunge in and out of her dripping cunt. Gloria's orgasmic tremors shook her entire body but Logan continued to fuck deep, driving in to the hilt and crushing the lips of her pussy against his pelvic bone. She ground her clitoris into the mass of wiry, bristling fur at the base of his belly and shuddered as the waves of pleasure cascaded from her cunt.

"Oooohh, that's the way a woman ought to be fucked!" she purred when he finally stopped shoving his prick into her body. "Oohh, Dick, you nearly ruined me that time! I thought for sure that I was going to faint! ()!i, how you can fuck that cunt of mine!"

"A cunt like yours, it's just going around begging to '"me," he said with a tender smile. "I didn't see any reason why it shouldn't have just what it wanted, so I gave it to you."

"Mmm, did you ever," she purred. "But I haven't forgotten what's coming next; I'm still going to jack you off and make you shoot your come all over my belly! I'm going to bathe in that sweet stuff! Just as soon as I get my strength back, then I'll give you a fistfucking you won't forget very soon!"

"You never gave a hand job to a feller?"

"Never! But I'm going to this time, you can count on it!"

He suggested that she lift her head and shoulders up somewhat in order to see the operation better and shoved his saddlebags under her back when she had elevated herself. She then settled back and looked down between their closely coupled bodies. Logan's pubic hair, almost the same shade as her own dark fur, was intertwined with hers; she could barely see the very base of his cock as it peeped from between the lips of her pussy.

"It'll be slick and wet," she whispered, licking her lips with anticipation. "I'll grab you hard and my hand will slide back and forth almost like you were still in my cunt! Oh, Dick, this is going to be so wonderful!"

He slowly pulled his cock from her cunt. As she had guessed, the tool emerged almost dripping with her cunt oils. She gasped with delight when she saw the thick rod and eagerly reached down to grasp it. Her strong, capable fingers closed over the juicy prong and she began pumping slowly. Logan came up her body slightly, bringing the tool closer until the head was only a few inches from her big breasts.

"You're sure doing it the right way," he muttered tensely. "You've got the touch, no doubt about that!"

"Am I doing it exactly right?" she whispered, intently watching her hand slide up and down the shaft of his cock. "I want it to be the best ever for you; I want it to be so good you'll come and come and come!"

"You've got it just right," he assured her. "You just keep stretching that skin back tight and working over the head-that's the tenderest part, the rim of the head- and it won't be very long. Damn, I was almost ready to shoot off a load when I was in your cunt! You were so hot, so tight, and when I felt you coming so strong I nearly let go with it!"

"Mmm, I'm so glad you didn't come then," she panted. "I love to feel your cock shooting the come into my cunt, you know, but just this once I wanted you to save it so I could have it this way. You're a dear, you really are, to keep it back just for me!"

"It wasn't just for you," he told her. "I thought I'd like for you to jack me off too! I'm gonna get some fun outta this too, don't forget!"

"I hope you are," she whispered. "I'll certainly try to see to it!"

She fistfucked him with one hand and masturbated with the other, using her left hand to dig two fingers into the juicy mouth of her cunt. Logan's knees were now outside her hips and she closed her thighs over her hand so that she could force her fingers even deeper and bring her clitoris into closer contact with the palm of her hand.

"I can't help it," she panted hoarsely. "I'm so hot, I've just got to do it to myself! Oh, Dick, I feel so excited; this is making me want to come all over again! Mmm, I love the feel of your big hot cock in my hand; it's almost as good as when it was in my cunt!"

"Just keep it up like that," he told her. "It won't be long, honey, and I'll be shooting come all over you!"

She fistfucked him faster now, feeling that his come was closer, and he grunted his approval. Her hips worked convulsively as her fingers dug and clawed within her cunt. Suddenly Logan stiffened his entire body and growled out an incoherent oath. Gloria's hand pumped even faster and suddenly it happened: the first jet of steaming sperm rocketed up and spattered high up on her throat, almost gushing into her face.

"You're coming!" she gasped in awed delight. "Ahh, you're shooting come now! It's shooting all over me; it's on my tits, my throat! Ooohh, shoot it, Dick, shoot it all! Empty your balls, give it all to me!"

"Aurrgghh! Fuck me!" he groaned. "Don't stop; keep on jacking me off! Your hand's pulling it out of me; it's making me come so much! Unngghh! Ooohh!"

She continued to work her fist up and down his prick and directed the steady flow of sperm over her body. Logan surged forward and she touched the head of his cock to her nipples whenever she could; the spurting semen bathed the burgundy-hued cones with creamy gruel. When the peak of his climax had passed she continued jacking him off and the last dribbles of come oozed out the tip of his cock and onto her knuckles. Some of the sticky goo went into her palm and she used it to lubricate the shaft and glans, which had dried off, so that she could continue pumping.

"Great Godamighty!" Logan groaned at last. "Girl, for somebody who never jerked a man off before, you've sure picked up the knack in a hurry!"

"Here, let me rub the head of your cock into your own come," she whispered. "I'll bathe your prick in that sweet stuff and then I'll suck you! I still haven't made myself come but I'll bet I can make it happen with your dick in my mouth! Especially if it's covered with your cream!"

Logan laughed indulgently but allowed her to do exactly as she wished. She touched his prick to her nippies, smearing the come over them and coating the tool's head with the sticky cream. Then she dipped it into the puddle which had formed at her navel. When she had thoroughly inundated the tool with semen Logan moved forward and shoved it into her mouth. Her left hand remained locked in place over her pussy and she humped herself into it harder than ever. The taste of Logan's cock gave her immense pleasure and she sucked at it tenderly, running her tongue over every part of the big tool as she continued masturbating. It was not long before she uttered a muffled groan and twisted about on the blanket, as if in the grip of a powerful emotion; she sucked even harder as her cunt churned out a long, fluttering orgasm.

"Ooohh, that was even better than I'd dare hope," she panted when at last he removed his cock from her mouth and fell back limply. "Tasting my cunt on it, that made it ever so much more tasty, and when you started letting go with your balls, well! Oh, Dick, I love to fuck; I wish we could stay here and fuck and suck each other forever!''

They lay together in the fading sunlight and munched on food from the sacks beside them. From time to time Gloria reached over to him and ran her fingers over the limp prick that lay sprawled across his belly, as if to reassure herself that it had not disappeared. Once, acting on Logan's whispered suggestion, she stuffed a piece of jerked venison into her pussy and left it there for several minutes.

'If anything can make that dried stuff tender and chewy, that cunt of yours'll do it," he said with a chuckle. "Hell. I'll bet it's gonna taste almost good by the time you let it set down there a while!"

"Are you going to help me eat it?" she asked, writhing with anticipation. "Mmm, the spices in it are acting up! They're making my pussy itch and burn! You're really going to have to fuck me after this; I won't be able to go to sleep without another long come!"

"You'll have it," he told her. "I'll get my prick in your cunt and a finger in your asshole-that'll make you lift right up off'n this blanket!"

"My God, the very thought's enough to make me start coming almost," she murmured. "And speaking of my asshole, when are you going to fuck me there? I've been thinking about it and the more I consider it, the more I like the idea of having your prick in my ass!"

"I figured I'd work on you a time or two more with my finger," he said. "You know, just to exercise it and loosen it up a little more, that's all. Lord knows, I'd love to shove it up you today!"

"I'll wait if you really think I should," she told him. "Frankly, I'm a little scared to try letting you put that big dick of yours in my ass-I don't know what it's going to do to me."

"It won't do nothing but make you feel real good," he assured her. "Here, let's try that piece of jerky now."

He pulled the long finger of dark, dried meat from her cunt. Upon testing it, they found that her cunt's abundant juices had given it an excellent musky flavor, but had done nothing whatever to soften it. The spices and seasoning with which it had been laced, however, had left her cunt fh a deplorable condition and Logan fell to work making it feel better. First he thoroughly tongued her, lapping deep and sucking the lips of her pussy up into his mouth. Gloria fucked herself against his face and tongue with avidity and succeeded in bringing herself to yet another climax. Even so, she was still in a very horny mood when he removed his face from between her thighs.

"By sucking my cunt you got yourself all hard again," she said, taking his stiff prick into her hands and rolling it between them. "Looks as though I'm going to have to give you another fucking!"

She did just that, mounting him and riding him to a furious orgasm. He heaved, strained and humped, finally shooting another generous load of come far into her cunt and making her howl with sensual ecstasy. She stayed in place, riding him until his prick had shrunk to such an extent that it would no longer stay in her cunt. Then she slipped off him and lay at his side, fingering her cunt and spreading the oozing semen over her pussy and lower belly. Just before dropping off to sleep she slipped her spermy fingers into her mouth and sighed with pleasure; Logan's come was as tasty as ever and gave her the final satisfaction of the day.

That day set the pattern for the next two, during which they covered the hundred miles to Presidio and its sister town on the Mexico side of the river, Ojinaga. They left early, taking advantage of the cool mornings to cover as much ground as possible, and then dawdled until making an early camp. Each time, when they stopped at noOn or thereabouts to water the horses, Gloria would lower her trousers and wait for Logan to penetrate her from the rear.

"Your bitch is needing some stud service," she would say, laughing at his eagerness to get his big cock into her, as well as at her own readiness to have it thrust deep.

The nights were erotic dreams and Gloria took him in every way possible. She became more insistent that he experiment with her asshole but he steadily refused to put his prick into the tiny opening, contenting himself with merely fingering the aperture. That alone was enough to bring the woman to a high degree of sensual pleasure; she was rapidly developing a taste for anal sex and became ever more impatient to have him in that manner.

"You're not ever going to fuck me in the ass!" she wailed on the evening of the third day. "You're just teasing me along with your finger!"

"Sure, I'm gonna give it to you back there," he promised. "But not till I'm sure you're good 'n ready for it!"

Nothing she could do would change his mind. Her impatience and frustration were not strong enough, to be sure, to interfere with her pleasure obtained in other ways, and she continued to love to have his prick deep in her throat and even deeper in her cunt. His orgasms, as strong as ever, gave her infinite pleasure and she became ever more pleased when he wanted to shoot off in her mouth.

"Ahhh!" she moaned one evening when he had deposited an especially big load of come in her mouth. "I could almost do without having you fuck my cunt any more, ever, if only you'd keep fucking my mouth like that! Mmm, I can't imagine any woman not wanting to suck her man off that way! It's the most marvellous way to fuck that I've ever dreamed of!"

"Well, there's them that likes it and them that don't," Logan observed. "I'm just mighty pleased that you're one of the kind that does."

They received a nasty shock on the morning of the fourth day. An hour after leaving their camp, which Logan had estimated was about ten miles from the river crossing on which the twin towns sat, they heard a sharp popping in the distance.

"Hey, that's gunfire!" he muttered, looking worriedly at her. "Ain't no reason for anything like that to be going on, not that I know of."

He drove the horses into a small canyon and posed Gloria at the mouth, telling her to keep her rifle handy and to stay out of sight as much as possible while he went to scout the situation. He rode off and followed a narrow track until he came to a small hut flanked by corn patches. Upon discussing the gunfire with the peasant, who was hoeing his corn, he learned that a band of rebels had seized the town of Ojinaga, or were trying to seize it-the peasant was not sure of the exact situation-and that steady firing had been heard for the last two days.

"So that's the way it is," he told Gloria when he had ridden back to the box canyon and outlined the report to her. "It sure sounds like one hell of a lot of shooting, so there must be plenty of them. Nothing that we need to ride into the middle of."

"What do we do now? Cross the river somewhere else?" she asked.

"Uh, it's twenty miles upstream to the nearest safe crossing that I know about," he said. "Time we make a circle around the town and fighting, it'll be forty, fifty miles from here. And I sure don't want to ride over into Texas-can't never tell but what I'd run up onto a troop from Fort Davis and then it'd be off to jail for sure!"

"We can't have that," Gloria said. "Well, suppose we do it the other way? Go on to Chihuahua, I mean?"

"I reckon that's about the easiest and safest way out," Logan admitted.

"And it has the further advantage of giving me more time to enjoy you!" she added. "That means a lot to me, believe me! And maybe now I'll be able to convince you that I really want to try getting your prick up my asshole!"

They agreed to try to make Chihuahua and swung off to the south, making a very wide loop around the fighting in and near Ojinaga. Late that afternoon they came upon a hacienda, where Logan bargained away another of their rifles for a night's hospitality and a couple of big meals, together with more sacks of jerky and pin'ole. The patron of the hacienda assumed that they were man and wife, nor did they attempt to correct his mispprehension. That night, when they had been shown to the small adobe house which was to serve as a guesthouse, Logan left her for a moment and dashed off to the hacienda's kitchen. He returned bearing a cup filled with something.

"That's what's going to make it easier to get into that asshole of yours!" he chortled when Gloria inquired about the cup's contents. "I seen that pitcher of fresh milk and I sweet-talked the cook into dipping me out a cup of cream right off the top. It's gonna slick up that prick of mine so it'll slide into your ass like a hot knife going into butter!"

Gloria gasped with delight upon hearing the good news. She quickly undressed and sponged off at the basin beside the bed, then hopped up onto the mattress.

"Dip your finger into your cunt," he directed her as he quickly pulled off his own clothes. "Get it slicked up good with pussy drip and then rub it into your asshole- that's to make this cock of mine slide in even easier."

She did so, gasping with pleasure as her finger rimmed the taut opening and then plunged inside, spreading the natural lubricant around the inner walls of her bowel.

"How are we going to do it.'" she asked as she continued wetting her finger and spreading the cunty juices over her asshole. "What position will we be using.'"

"Well, we could go dog fashion or you could just lie back like that and lift your legs way up," he told her, dipping his cock into the cup and spreading the rich, yellow cream over the head and shaft of the swollen tool. "It's damned good either way so I guess it's just whichever way you want it."

"Then I'll be on my back," she decided. "I want to see the expression on your face when you feel my asshole closing tight around the head of your cock. I want you to be able to see me when I feel it going in. I want to watch you when you begin to shoot that lovely come up me. I want us to be able to see everything!"

"That's the way it'll be," he agreed. "You about ready there?"

"Mmm, I'm almost making myself come," she purred happily. "I never realized that I could make myself feel so good! I may start fingerfucking this way all the time, I don't know."

Logan got between her knees and she lifted them higher, bringing her ass up to the mark. He aimed the cream-slick head of his prick down into the crack of her ass, bisecting the big, plump cheeks, and touched it to the brown, puckered eye marking the target.

"Ooohh! Unngghh!" Gloria moaned. "My God, I can feel it already and you're not even in yet! This is going to be wonderful, I know it is!"

"You just try to relax everything down there," he advised her. "If you get all tensed up and tight, it'll be a lot harder to get it in you."

She willed herself to relax and succeeded partially, enough to remove most of the pain when he surged forward and forced the head of his prick into the taut, tiny opening. Even so, she startled violently and would have screamed aloud with pain had she not clamped her strong white teeth down upon the edge of the pillow. Her eyes grew big and round as he forced more and more of his prick into her asshole. Finally, when he had sheathed a good four inches of the tool in her body, he eased off and waited.

"Yeah, you re taking it just fine," he murmured tenderly. "It'll hurt for a minute but after a time you'll find that the hurt ain't nothing, compared to the other things you're gonna be feeling."

"I feel them already," she gasped, writhing gently and looking up at him with passion-glazed eyes. "My God, I feel every bump, every wrinkle on your dick! The head feels like it's a foot across! Unngghh, Dick, it's the best ever; it's so good, so fucking good!"

More and more obscenities tumbled from her twisted, strained lips as her lusts mounted higher and higher. Logan guided her right hand down to her pussy and she began masturbating frantically. She drove two fingers deep into her cunt and flicked her thumb over her acorn-like clitoris, shuddering and grunting furiously as she did so. He began driving in and out with a slow, deliberate stroke that brought spasmodic convulsions rippling through her body. She clawed feverishly at her cunt and twisted her head and sh‹-"jlders from side to side as his cock speared deeper.

"Ooohh! Anngghhh!" she wailed. "My ass! Oohh, my fucking ass! You're like a hot sword, you're in so deep! Ooohh! I'm coming, I'm coming! Ohhh, shoot off, honey, shoot off now! Let me be your whore; I want your come in my ass! Aurrgghh! Don't stop fucking me like that!"

Her powerful convulsions were of course transmitted to her anal sphincter and the strong muscle clipped and bit at his prick in time with the climactic spasms. He withdrew his cock until 'only the head remained lodged in her ass, then lurched from side to side. Gloria gasped with additional delight as the twisting motions forced the head of his cock to dig deep into the walls of the anal canal; he skewered her with a slow, driving thrust that turned her gasps into incoherent grunts of pure animal joy.

"Hunnhh!" he grunted savagely. "Fuck yourself, honey, fuck your cunt and I'll fuck your asshole! Ugghh! I'll shoot come so far up you you'll taste it; you're building me up for a big one! Ahhh! You feel that, don't you? You feel it now; you like a cock up your asshole! You buttfucker, shake your ass! Milk my cock, milk it with your asshole! Oh, shit, honey, I'm coming too; I can't hold it back any more!"

His prick, swollen and bulging with passionate arousal, pumped furiously as his balls spat forth their entire load of sperm. Gloria stiffened from head to foot when she felt the huge rod begin spurting come into her bowel; the sensations were exquisitely acute and the hot sperm gushed over her tender membranes like liquid fire.

"Owww, do I ever feel it!" she muttered hoarsely. "My God, you're flooding me with come; you've never come this much before! Mmm, Dick, you're shooting hot come all over my asshole! Ahhh, it's heaven, it's heaven! Fuck me, darling, fuck me in the asshole some more! I'll never get enough of it!"

Neither of them could maintain that high peak of exertion for very long. Logan soon collapsed on her with a long sigh of exhaustion; Gloria locked her legs around him and, removing her hand from her cunt, rubbed her pussy and clitoris into his belly.

"Mmmm, darling, you've made a believer out of me," she moaned as the last waves of orgasmic pleasure ran through her loins. "I thought I'd been fucked before but that was child's play compared to this! Oooohh, I thought I would die when I felt your big dick begin shooting that hot cream up my ass! It wasn't like anything I'd ever felt, not ever in my whole life!"

"I figured you'd like it that way," he told her. "Damn, I've fucked some tight, hot little assholes in my time but I'll swear I never had anything like yours! Gloria, you're a caution, you are-you'll be the death of me yet!"

"Ooohh, it's getting soft," she cried out in despair. "It's slipping out of my asshole! Oh well, I guess a thing that good ought not to last very long or else I'd surely fuck myself to death with it!"

"There ain't many women that could whip my cock down from a stiff with just one fuck," he muttered as he pressed his loins into her waiting pussy, "but you sure did it. Honey, I don't think I'll ever be able to get it hard again! You just might have given me my last fuck!"

"I don't believe it," she scoffed. "We'll just curl up here and have ourselves a little nap and after a while, when we've both got all our strength back, then I'll bet we can get that love pole hard again! Oh, Dick, I'm so happy you showed me how to fuck this way! I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come along that day!''

She overestimated their recuperative powers, however, and they slept until sunrise the next morning. Gloria awoke with a very tender ass but had as compensation an exceedingly vivid and fond memory of the night before. Logan grinned happily when she reached out to caress his prick as they were getting dressed.

"There'll be some more of that for you tonight," he told her.

"Yes, but not in the ass, I'm afraid; it feels as though someone had branded me square on the asshole," she told him. "How long will it be before I've recovered enough to try it again like that/ You know, you just might have fucked my cunt for the last time!"

"I don't know how long it'll take to get you back in shape to try it again," he said, "but whenever you feel up to it we'll give it a good go."

They ate a hearty breakfast and gathered their horse herd before them. The next four days saw them angling across a barren, hot wasteland, heading always to the southwest and making fairly good time. Waterholes were few but they managed to get through without serious difficulty. On the fifth day they encountered a fellow American driving a big string of horses to the Chihuahua market. He had two vaqueros helping him control the big herd and a supply wagon; Logan and Gloria took advantage of his hospitality to have a cooked meal, which was salt pork and beans. Before leaving the horse dealer, they sold him all but two of their horses, which they intended keeping for pack animals, and all of the extra rifles left from the Indian's booty. When they left the horse trader they had an extra two hundred dollars.

"He rooked us a little," Logan said when they rode away from the horse herd. "We might have gotten closer to four-hundred dollars for all that stuff in Chihuahua. But we'd have had to ride there to get it, so I reckon we're ahead. Now we've got to do some figuring about what to do with you."

"I've been thinking about that too," Gloria said. "I know, I could wait at one of those way stations and get a stage to El Paso, or maybe take up with a wagon train. But why can't we simply head to the northwest and ride to Tombstone? If we've made it this far, aren't the chances pretty good that we could make it the rest of the way?"

"Yep, pretty good," he agreed. "But not real good.

See, out there, that's Apache country. They spend a lot of time ranging down south into the Sierra Madres and we just might run into something bad. But then again we might not. Let's head northwest for a few days and feel it out, see what the situation looks like. We don't have to make up our minds right away."

"And meanwhile we can keep on having each other to ourselves," she added. "I think my asshole is completely well now; I've been wondering if it isn't time I took you again that way!"

"We'll see about it when we make camp tonight," he promised. "But for right now, let's make some tracks!"

"Hey, the trail's going this way!" Logan called out as he rode up beside Gloria.

They had left the horse trader three hours before and Gloria had fallen into something approaching a trance, a deep study which completely absorbed her. The horse had sensed that her attention was wandering and had taken it upon himself to angle off toward a distant patch of grass that looked especially promising.

"What.'' Oh, I was daydreaming!" Gloria said when she realized that Logan had called out to her.

"It must have been powerful interesting to get you that wrapped up in it," he suggested.

"It was-I was thinking about you and me!"

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"Yes, I was thinking about how much I love feeling your lips and tongue on my pussy," she said, "and also how I love the feel of your cock sliding up my cunt. I was thinking, what a shame that I can't have both feelings at the same time! I'll bet that would be ai.ost unbearably good."

"Hey, you're wanting a two-on-one party!" Logan exclaimed. "We need to have somebody else here for that."

"One woman and two men," Gloria mused. "It seems… well, sort of extra lewd and sensual."

"Wouldn't have to be a second man," he told her. "A woman could do the sucking part of it just as well."

"I don't know what's coming over me," Gloria said, shaking her head in wonder. "Two weeks ago I'd have been shocked to hear myself saying the things I say all the time now but the very thought of doing anything with another woman, that would never have entered my mind!"

"And now, when you set down and think about it, you've decided that maybe it wouldn't be very bad at all," he suggested.

"You're right," she said with a rueful smile. "Tell me, Dick, am I really losing my mind:' Am I turning into some kind of monster.-¹ I honestly believe that I could make love with another woman! And the thought of having two men at once, that's positively hair raising! What all could one woman and two men do together;¹"

"All the things that we've done by ourselves," he said. "You think about it a while and see what kind of combinations you can come up with."

"I've already thought about it," she told him. "As soon as you mentioned a third person do you know what flashed into my mind.'' I saw myself-I felt myself! – getting fucked by one and sucking another one! I actually felt the prick in my cunt and another in my mouth!"

"Or you could get one feller in your cunt and another up your ass," he said, deliberately testing her and watching for her reaction. "How's that sound to you.¹' Or maybe you could get one in your ass and the other in your mouth; that'd work too. Or, if we had a woman with us, you might could suck my cock while she was eating your pussy. Or I could fuck your cunt, or your asshole, while you ate her pussy. How about that, Gloria.-' Think you might like to try licking out a ripe, hot pussy.' Feeling a woman come in your mouth.''"

"Oh, God, it's so exciting!" she groaned, shaking her head in despair. "Oh, Dick, let's get off the horses and fuck! I'm so hot, so worked up,' I think I'm going to come in my pants if I don't get your dick up my cunt!"

Logan was only too ready to satisfy that whirn. They dismounted, tied their horses and undressed. Gloria stripped completely; she explained, as she whipped off her clothing, that she wanted to ride him to a climax, that a dog fashion fuck, with her trousers dropped to her knees, would not give her the complete satisfaction she wanted that time.

"I want to feel your hands on my tits," she muttered as she waited for him to complete his undressing. "I'll finger my clitty myself and fuck myself on that wonderful cock of yours! Oohh, I want it so; I want it all the way up my cunt!"

Logan spread out on the thick grass and she knelt over him, guiding his stiff cock up into place. She groaned with pleasure when the burly tool pierced the lips of her pussy and settled into the mouth of her cunt. She leaned back on him and forced his prick up into the hot, wet tunnel leading deep into her body.

"Ahhh! Talking about all that stuff, it's made me want it more than ever!" she panted. "Prick! Cock! A fucking, that's what you've made me want! I want it deep in my cunt! I'll make you come, you stallion, I'll squeeze the come out of your cock and milk your balls!"

By this time she had mounted him often enough to have a complete and consummate mastery of the superior position. She snapped her hips back and forth with energy, knowing that this was the way her cunt delivered the most stimulation to Logan's prick; it was also the way in which she most effectively excited herself. She settled down until almost all the big rod was buried in her cunt and then she reached down between her thighs so that her hands could do their work too. She fingered the lips of her pussy and pressed them hard against the iron-stiff shaft of Logan's cock; she touched her swollen clitoris, shuddering with pleasure at the contact. He reached up to grasp her big breasts in his palms and to squeeze the ruby-like nipples between his fingers.

"You're sure doing it!" he muttered. "That cunt of yours, it fits me like a glove! Come on, honey, work that thing! Shake it, work it!"

"I'm trying!" she gasped. "Ooohh, it's incredible! It's so fucking good, so good to fuck! Unngghh, I… ahhh! Come! I'm coming! Oh, hurry up and shoot your come, Dick, I can't wait! Ahhhh!"

Her excitement had been even stronger than she had believed and she quickly reached a climax. Logan was not yet ready to come but he loyally fucked her for all she was worth. She came prodigiously but lacked the final satisfaction of feeling her lover's prick shoot come deep into her churning cunt. Her climax had hardly ended when she rolled off him and onto her back.

"Get between my legs and jack yourself off," she panted hoarsely. "I want to see you fuck yourself! And when you start coming, then you can start fucking me again and shoot off inside my cunt! Mmm, do it that way, Dick, I want to see it!"

Logan was nothing if not agreeable. He knelt between her widespread knees and grasped his prick; the tool was slippery with her pussy drip. His fist slipped up and down the shaft easily and he began masturbating at a frantic pace. Gloria leaned upward to watch; her dark eyes glittered with excitement as she watched him fistfuck.

"Mmm, just watching you is making me hot again," she cried out. "Ahh, sweet sex, I love it all! Ooohh, my pussy, it's getting tender again; I can feel another come getting ready inside my belly! Dick, I'll come again when you get inside me, I know I will!"

Her excitement and her words inflamed him with emotion and he soon had his balls tingling with anticipation. When he felt the preliminary warnings and knew that the orgasm was close at hand he guided his cock into the mouth of her cunt and shoved it home with a quick, slashing thrust. Over half the massive shaft sliced into her at once, bringing a howl of animal delight to her lips and a shudder of joy to her body.

"Aiiieee! Owwww!" she cried. "Omigod, you're ripping my cunt apart! Ooohh, get it all in, honey, fuck me deeper! Don't hold back, give it all to me, all the way in so I can feel your balls against my asshole!"

"You're getting it," he snarled, fucking as hard as he had ever fucked. "God damn, that cunt of yours is so tight it's like fucking a cherry all over again! Unngghh! I'll get it in you; you just get ready for my come!"

She did not have to wait long to get the load of scalding semen. It gushed forth like water from a powerful spring, hot and thick; she screamed wildly when the flood burst into her cunt and washed over every surface of that tender canal. Locking her legs around him and pulling him down to meet her lips, she heaved upward with her thighs and met his thrusts with corkscrew fucking movements which made her cunt grip him in a bewildering variety of ways. Logan panted and groaned as she worked her cunt around his prick and joined him in a long, shuddering orgasm.

"Now, just a little, short suck and I'll be ready to ride on," she said when they had recovered their breath. "Mmm, I can already taste that prick of yours, so wet with your come and mine! Dick, I can't imagine that I'm doing this and yet I can't conceive of ever doing anything else! Isn't that absurd of me/ And once I thought I was a nice, proper young lady!"

"You're still that," he said with a short laugh. "Except that now you've learned to like fucking and sucking."

"No, I've learned to love it," she corrected him.

Logan soon pulled his prick from her cunt and brought it up her body so that she could mouth it as she masturbated. This had become almost a ritual in their lovemaking; it was a rare thing when she did not suck him clean after a rousing fuck. And always, when she took his cock into her mouth, her hands made their way down to her pussy, unless he had appropriated that juicy, tasty slit himself.

They resumed their ride after a short interlude and continued to head northwest. In late afternoon, when Logan rode up to the top of a small hill to survey the country ahead, he noticed a small pack train coming toward them.

"It ain't Indians," he said. "Looks like two people, both whites, and a couple of pack horses. Looks like we might have some company for dinner tonight."

"I'd rather have you to myself," she said fondly.

"Yeah, I'd rather it be that way too," he agreed, "but if they've come from the country where we're going then we ought to have a talk so we can see what lies ahead."

They met the travellers but discovered that one was an Apache girl. Logan identified her from a distance, uttering a grunt of bewilderment; when they got closer to the travellers they saw that the girl's hands were bound with strips of rawhide and then fastened to the horn of her saddle.

"Santos Alba, a su servicio," the man with the girl said, grinning widely and doffing his hat.

Logan introduced himself and Gloria, speaking in Spanish; he passed Gloria off as his wife again. He explained that they were travelling to Tombstone and expressed a wish to confer about the difficulties of the trail ahead. Gloria watched the Indian girl while the men talked: she had never seen an Indian woman before and she was puzzled why the girl would have her hands tied. She looked to be seve'nteen or eighteen and, under the grime of travel and the big bruise on her left cheek, she might have been exceedingly beautiful. She wore a pair of leggings and a voluminous skirt which would have fallen to mid-thigh had she not been astride a horse. Her eyes, large and dark, measured Gloria with interest.

"Looks like we've got company for the night," Logan said after a short conversation with Alba. "They've come from Sonora, almost, and Senor Alba's gonna tell me all about the trail."

They made a dry camp there beside the track. Alba released the Indian girl's wrists and gestured toward the pack animals; she went over to unload the packs and hobble the animals.

"She's a little skittish yet, that's why I've got to keep her tied up while we're riding," Alba explained. "Found her up in the foothills of the Sierra Madres. I know a feller down in Monterrey who'd give a pretty sack of pesos for something like her, once she's all cleaned up and made to look decent. He's got a real sweet tooth for young Indian girls, that man has. He's going to like this little wildcat!"

They lay back against their saddles as they ate their jerky and pinole. Logan produced the remnants of the mescal he had traded for in Boquillas; he and Alba shared it with gusto. The Indian girl ate readily and once, when Gloria looked over, she glanced up with a glimmering of warmth in her dark, expressive eyes. Gloria smiled tentatively and the girl returned the smile.

After they had stowed away their foodsacks, Logan said something to the girl, switching into a soft, guttural language. The Indian looked up in surprise but spoke in return. Alba's dark eyes narrowed and a grimace of disgust creased his broad, whiskered face.

"You speak their language!" he grunted. "What does she have to say.'"

"I was just asking her where her tribe was, where she came from," Logan replied. "Her father's Nacho, a Chiricahua sub-chief. I've heard of that bunch; they're a tough lot."

"I found her wandering through the hills," Alba said. "No other Apaches within miles that I could see. I would appreciate it, Senor, if you would not speak to her except in Spanish. She understands that well enough."

"Can't see it was doing any harm," Logan mildly objected.

"Neither was it doing any good," Alba told him. "She is my property and I will not have it."

"I don't hold with one man owning another," Logan said. "I reckon I'll talk when I want and how I want!"

Alba snarled out an oath and reached under his coat, but Logan had anticipated the move. He drew his.44 and thumbed off a shot before Alba had even brought his own pistol into the open. Alba pitched over backward and lay crumpled, not making a sound. Gloria watched it all dumbly; it happened too quickly for her to comprehend the rapid sequence of events.

"H-h-he's dead!" she gasped.

"He'd better be," Logan drawled, punching out the empty shell and reloading. "I aimed for his gizzard and I reckon I got in a pretty good shot. But I reckon he'd have done the same to me if I hadn't got him first, so it's about even, I guess."

"But why?" she asked. "Why would he want to kill us?"

"Not us, me," Logan corrected her. "I've heard of him, it seems to me; he's been up to a good bit of mischief along the border for the past four or five years. He'd have shot me, then taken you and the Indian girl both down to Monterrey, the way I figure it. I guess he'd have gotten a real pretty price for the pair of you."

"You mean he'd have sold us? Like slaves?"

"That's about the size of it. It's just as well he made his move then. I sure wasn't liking the idea of sitting up all night and I'd sure never have closed an eye as long as he was around. And besides, I think we've just gotten ourselves a ticket to Tombstone, going first class all the way."

"Eh? What do you mean by that?" she demanded.

Logan ignored her question and directed a volley of Apache at the girl. She replied in kind, plainly grateful that Alba was now dead. Logan listened carefully. His face gradually broke out into a broad smile and when he turned back to Gloria, she could see the elation in his eyes.

"I couldn't have wished for anything better," he crowed happily. "Listen to this. Nacho's her daddy, like I said, and he's some kind of power amongst them Chiri-cahuas. But she got married last year, took up with a young buck named Bravo. Seems that Bravo and her, they fell in with a hunting party and headed off down into the Sierra Madres, down in Mexico. They met up with a band of Warm Springs Apaches there and settled down to winter.

"Well, this Bravo, he didn't prove to be quite the buck that Lita-which is her name, by the way-had expected and she wasn't getting nearly the amount of loving she wanted or needed. Instead of slipping off into the bushes with some other buck, the way a dissatisfied wife would generally do, she started making time with a young girl who'd been made a widow. Yeah, them two Indian girls was sucking each other to a faretheewell! So old Bravo, he waltzes into the midst of 'em one afternoon when they was sucking up a storm and it just about wrecked him to see his own wife eating another woman's pussy and getting her own slit tongued out at the same time!"

"Good heavens!" Gloria exclaimed. "I didn't know Indian women did that!"

"It's kinda rare amongst the Apaches," Logan said, "but I've heard of a case or two. Anyway, it put them Apaches up a stump. If a wife's caught screwing another man, they'll cut her nose off and turn her into a kind of slave. But they just flat didn't know what to do with a case like that, so they turned Lita out, sent her off and had done with her. She was trying to get back to Chirica-hua country when Alba surprised her one morning."

"But how is this going to be to our advantage?" Gloria asked.

"Easy. First, she already knows the country," Logan explained. "And you just can't beat an Apache, man or woman, for knowing the lay of the land. She can guide us to all the waterholes, help us avoid company we don't want. And the second thing is, should we stumble across some Apaches, she might could stand up for us and tell 'em how we kept her from being sold for a whore. I got a feeling that she just might be worth a whole lot to us. She can guide us toward Tombstone and then we'll give her a hand back to her own people."

"I see," Gloria said with a nod of approval. "In other words, we'll be doing her a favor and protecting ourselves as well!''

"That's about the size of it," Logan said. "Now I reckon I'd better see about burying our bad man here."

There were no shovels in their equipment so he had to be satisfied with dropping Alba's body in a gully and piling stones over the corpse. He rifled the man's pockets, finding a small bag of gold coins and another of gold dust, which he added to their collection of valuables and appropriated Alba's pistol and knife. When he rejoined the two women he presented Lita with the pistol and knife. She strapped the big Colt around her waist, settled the knife into the beaded sheath at her hip and smiled happily.

"She says she's a real pistolero now," Logan explained after she had made a short speech. "I think we've convinced her that we're going to help her. I'll tell her what's on our mind."

He explained their intent to the girl, who listened quietly and nodded happily when he had finished. She returned the volley of guttural Apache.

"She says she'll guide us and if we can get into Chiri-cahua country she'll make sure that Nacho treats us like kings," Logan explained. "We won't have to worry about her none!"

Neither Gloria nor Logan felt in the mood for sensual endeavors that night and they soon curied up in their blankets, Lita at their side. The sudden death, the explosion of violence, had altered their sensibilities and they were in no mood for levity, not even of the sensual kind they had grown to love so well. They set out early the next morning and added Alba's pack horses and saddle horses to their own.

"We meet up with some Apaches that don't want to fight, we could use them for trading or presents," Logan explained.

He began giving them both lessons in Spanish as they rode. Lita's command of the language was as limited as Gloria's, but they faithfully repeated the words he taught them. In midafternoon they came upon a small creek. Finding a deep pool in one portion, they decided to make camp there and avail themselves of the opportunity for a good wash. Lita threw off her smock without a trace of shame, displaying a pair of exquisitely sculpted breasts which Gloria found herself envying. They were small but as firm as apples; the nipples were dark brown cones sitting atop large maroon circles that covered nearly all the breast. The leggings came up almost to the tops of her thighs anJ looped over a thong circling her waist. A small patch of jet black hair, almost straight, covered her pussy.

"They jm't much for covering up," Logan said as he watched with frank interest. "Indians figure that nature made 'em that way so they shouldn't be ashamed of it."

Gloria undressed too and, strangely enough, found that she did not mind exhibiting her naked body in front of a stranger. Lita's eyes grew big and round with curiosity when she saw the big breasts swinging from Gloria's ribcage; she had never seen a white woman before and obviously she found the experience very interesting. When Gloria reached into a saddlebag and brought out the bar of laundry soap they had acquired in Boquillas, Lita's dark eyes glowed with appreciation. Logan also stripped and they walked down to the pool together.

"I think she's rather taken with that cock of yours,' Gloria told him as they waded into the pool. "So I guess she hasn't entirely given up the hope of making love with men!"

"She was giving you the eye pretty good too," Logan pointed out. "I'd bet that she'd be glad to head in between your legs without much encouragement!"

Gloria blushed at that, but she could not get the thought out of her mind. When she imagined the Indian girl's lips roaming over her belly and thighs, firing her cunt with rabid desire as Logan loved to do, and then proceeding to the highly inflamed slit and lapping up the moist oils from the juicy furrow, she quivered with delight. When she lathered her loins and ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy they responded with strong signals of readiness. The feeling of eagerness mounted even higher when she saw Lita squat in the shallows, lather her pussy into a rich foam, and then begin working the suds into the mouth of her cunt with two fingers. The girl washed herself thoroughly and then sank lower in the water, rinsing off the soap and allowing it to wash up into her cunt, which she held open with the two fingers. She looked up at Gloria and Logan and muttered a phrase in her native tongue. Logan chuckled appreciatively and turned to Gloria.

"She says she's trying to get rid of all of Alba's come," he said. "Seems he wanted to test her out before he got her down to Monterrey. She didn't like it a bit, even though it had been weeks since she'd had a fuck ith anything but her tamer."

"Her what?" Gloria asked.

"Oh, it's a little gadget a lot of Apache women use," he explained. "They call it the 'woman tamer.' It's just a strip or two of rawhide, braided together with a knot in the end. It looks sort of like a prick and they use it on themselves when they ain't getting enough from their men. Get one of them up you and you can have a wild time of it for sure!"

"My God, you make her sound almost as bad as me!" Gloria exclaimed. "I believe that you have a positive talent for finding the most depraved, immoral women in the whole world, Dick Logan!"

"If half of what she told me is true," he said, "then she might be in a class with you, I'll agree with that much of what you said!"

"Do you know, this might turn out to be a very interesting trip," Gloria murmured thoughtfully. "You remember when we were talking about a third party? Someone else to help us do all those things that made me so excited? I was assuming that the third person would be a man but now I'm beginning to alter my thinking! I wonder if she'd want to cooperate with us in making some of those dreams come true?"

"I know a good way to find out," he said, and he launched off into another harangue in Apache.

Gloria's barely suppressed excitement had transmitted itself to Logan and, as he talked to the girl, his prick began to lengthen and swell. Gloria watched the tool transform itself and gather sensual strength; her own pussy throbbed and ached unmercifully as she watched him get harder and bigger. Unable to restrain herself, she waded closer to him and began caressing the big tool. Her hand caught on the foreskin and she lathered him thoroughly, making it much easier to slide her fist up and down the prick's swelling shaft. Logan continued to talk with Lita while Gloria fistfucked him into a huge erection. Lita's black eyes were rivetted to his cock and it was plain to see that she too was becoming more and more affected by the display of blatant, raw sexuality. When she and Logan had finished their dialogue his cock stood out proudly and had reached its full, immense length and girth.

"She says that she's had plenty of fucks with men and that she's gotten real fond of eating pussy," Logan interpreted, "but never both at the same time. She's all for giving it a try, though; she says she'd really love to try sucking a white woman's pussy! So I guess you've got yourself a partner if you're really interested in trying it out!"

"My God, it's actually happening!" Gloria muttered. "All those things we talked about, they're coming true! Oh, Dick, I'm so excited I don't know what to do! Mmm, I want to fuck and suck and do everything all at once!''

"We've got lots of time," he told her. "And I think she's about like you-she's ready to try almost anything. Suppose we get all this soap off'n us and get up on the blankets.¹' We'll just spend the afternoon here and see what all kinds of mischief we can get into! "

Gloria felt a small tug at her heart when she realized that she would in effect be sharing her man with another woman. But then she told herself that Logan was not "her" man, that they were only travelling companions and had made no permanent arrangements.

"I can see that I'm going to have to share you," she said, "but curiously enough that doesn't bother me so much. Odd; I'd have been mad with jealousy if Henry had so much as looked at another woman! Now, on the other hand, I can imagine you fucking her, shooting come into her cunt, and I think I'd actually revel in sucking you after you'd taken your cock out of her! Mmm, or maybe if I were to lick your come out of her pussy! My God, Dick, 1 think I could do almost anything! Would you ask her if she'd like to suck my pussy.' I think I'd like that, especially if you were to fuck me in the mouth at the same time! Oohh, what a wild, wonderful idea!"

Logan put the question to Lita and got a decided grunt of approval from her. She added a few phrases in Apache and Logan laughed with delight.

'She says she'd love to suck you off," he said, 'and she'll show you how to use her tamer too. Looks like you ve made yourself a new friend!"

Gloria went over to Lita, tentative but determined; they embraced and kissed. Lita's trim, almost boyish figure was a dramatic contrast to Gloria's voluptuous opulence. She was short and the top of her head barely came up to Gloria's shoulder. By flexing her knees only slightly Lita was able to get her lips onto Gloria's nipples and she began kissing the fiery cones into even more fervent life.

"Omigod, she's really making me hot!" Gloria marvelled. 'Mmm, I can feel my pussy throbbing; when she starts sucking me I'll come right off, I know I'll come right away!"

She lowered herself to the blanket and Lita followed her down. The Indian girl slowly worked her lips from Gloria s breasts down to her belly, then lower still. She kissed her way around the patch of curly brown hair and covered Gloria's thighs with wet, smacking kisses. Gloria writhed about on the blanket, obviously ready to be eaten. Logan knelt at her head and offered her the head of his cock; she readily accepted it and began sucking at a furious pace. Lita looked up in surprise and uttered a question. Logan gave a short reply and laughed.

"She wanted to know if I was really going to fuck you in the mouth," he said. "She's never heard of doing it this way. I told her that you were, that you really liked the taste of come."

"Mmm-mrnm!" Gloria enthusastically grunted.

Lita watched her suck Logan's prick for a moment and then bent her face down between Gloria's thighs. She put her lips to the woman's pussy, already dripping wet and flame-hot with lusly fever, and sucked up the loose flesh. Her teeth closed over the lips of Gloria's pussy and gently bit the highly inflamed flaps, bringing convulsive grunts and explosive hip-movements to the woman's body.

"Agghh! She's sucking my cunt out!" Gloria cried out, temporarily releasing her grasp of Logan's cock and tossing her head from side to side as the feeling mounted higher in her loins. "She's tonguing me so deep I can't hold it back; I've got to come! Owwww! Aiiieee!"

Logan watched in wonder as Lita sucked the climax from her cunt. Gloria reached down to press the girl's head tighter against her pussy and she began humping her loins into the,girl's face with quick, jerky motions. She grunted loudly and clenched her thighs around Lita's head.

"Unngghh! Oooohh! She's fucking me with her tongue; she's got it in my cunt, in my asshole; she's all over me! Owww, she's biting my clitty! Ahhh! I'm coming, I'm coming now! I can't stop coming; she's making me come all over and I'll never stop coming!"

Gloria was flinging her head from side to side in her deep agony and Logan dared not try putting his cock back into her mouth under those conditions. He contented himself with watching Lita suck her into a long, howling climax. When the storms had at last worked their way out of her cunt she fell back with a hearty sigh. Lita, greedy and determined, continued to lick and suck at her exhausted pussy.

"Ooohh, stop, I can't take it any more," Gloria whimpered, reaching down to pull the girl's head up. "Lie next to me, darling; let me kiss my cunt and come off your lips! Mmm, you're covered with it!"

Lita's handsome face was indeed covered with her climactic juices and Gloria kissed her hungrily. They continued to kiss and rub their bodies against each other and gradually Gloria felt her desire awakening anew. She moved down slightly, enough to bring her lips to bear on the girl's breasts; Lita was only too willing to thrust one of the firm, hot-tipped mounds into her mouth. At the same time Gloria darted a hand between the girl's thighs and began manipulating the lips of her pussy.

"Wah-ki-toh!" Lita sighed, arching her back so as to press her pussy even harder against Gloria's hand.

'.'She says that's good," Logan muttered. "She likes the way you fingerfuck!"

"Mmm, I only hope I can eat pussy well enough to please her," Gloria panted. "But I suppose if I do to her what you do to me, that ought to do the trick, wouldn't you think?"

"I don't see why not," Logan said. "Why don't you bend over her and get started? I'll see if I can't work my cock into that cunt of yours! "

"Ahh, to be fucked while I'm getting my first taste of pussy," Gloria said with relish. "That's enough to guarantee that I'll love it! All right, Dick, as soon as I get between her legs you shove that cock up my cunt-we'll have it every way possible!"

He explained to Lita what he intended doing and the girl flashed him a lewd, excited grin. When Gloria knelt between her thighs, the Indian swung her legs high, lifting them and pulling them back until her knees were rubbing into her nipples. This elevated her rump and brought her pussy into full view. It was a small-lipped organ, exquisitely shaped and dark with lusty passion. Traces of wetness glinted in the small, petal-like lips. Gloria sniffed the slit, inhaling deeply, and found that the scent of fresh, hot pussy was extremely invigorating. When she bent forward and touched her lips to the hot gash she moaned with pleasure, just as did Lita.

"Looks like she's prime meat," Logan said as he got behind her and pointed the head of his cock up into her pussy. "I swear, I'm sure glad I don't have to make a choice between the two of you! It's nice being able to have both."

He shoved inward and easily pierced the ring of muscle guarding the entrance to Gloria's hot cunt. The sucking she had received from Lita had satisfied her temporarily but, since the Indian's tongue had not been able to penetrate very far, the canal's walls were somewhat swollen together. Logan grunted with pleasure at the extra tightness this imparted to her cunt and began fucking with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Gloria sobbed out an oath, muffled against Lita's pussy, and buried her head even more fervently against the hot, juicy slit nestled against her mouth.

Lita grasped the back of her knees and began rocking back and forth slightly, enough to move her pussy up and down against Gloria's mouth. Gloria shot her tongue deep into the girl's cunt, bringing a gasp of savage pleasure and a muttered phrase in Apache to the girl's lips.

She flicked her tongue over the proffered clitoris, evoking another volley of the guttural language, but when she altered the angle of her head a trifle and licked over the girl's asshole her effort brought a longer speech. Though it was all unintelligible to Gloria, the tone was unmistakable: Lita had a highly sensitive anus and loved having it stimulated!

"She says she always tried to get her girlfriends to lick her on the asshole but they wouldn't," Logan interpreted as he continued to fuck with the same deliberate pace. "And she's always wanted some man to fuck her in the ass, too, but the Apaches think that's bad medicine. Maybe I'll have to show her how wrong they really were! But that'll come after I've fucked this cunt of yours, honey; it's better fucking now than it's ever been!"

Gloria leaned back against him and answered with a grinding, twisting of her hips that brought the lips of her pussy up flush against his pubic area. She continued to suck Lita's pussy with complete dedication and considerable skill, considering that she had never given herself over to that work before. The Indian girl was coming; her cunt churned out a steady flow of sweet, musky oils, heated almost to the boiling point by her high degree of arousal, and Gloria sucked them up hungrily.

"Eeekk-lo-wahhh!" Lita moaned deliriously.

Logan set himself for one last surge and plunged deep into Gloria's hot, waiting cunt. He pounded his cock home and held her tightly against him as his balls finally released their pent-up sperm; the hot geyser burst deep inside her cunt and saturated her womb with his creamy spray. The squirting stream of come, powerful as ever and totally sensual, inspired Gloria's tongue and lips into one final flurry of activity. She finished up by lavishing hot kisses and long strokes of her tongue upon the Indian girl's pussy and cunt, a display that brought further shouts of abandoned joy to Lita's lips.

"I wouldn't have believed it," Gloria murmured. "If anyone had tried to tell me exactly how marvellous it was to do a thing like that, I simply would not have believed them. Oh, Dick, when I felt her pussy and cunt begin quivering and then you started shooting your balls off! The pure, simply joy of knowing that I was making two people come at once, that was incredibly satisfying!"

"Yep, I had a little feeling that you might take to pussy licking," Logan said with a satisfied smile. "It struck me that anybody who loved fucking and sucking as much as you, they'd just naturally warm up to a little muff diving."

They were lying side by side, Logan between the two women, on their blankets in the late afternoon sun. Gloria had her hands clapped to her pussy, of course, and was spreading the rich flow of semen over her pussy and thighs. Lita had given a hearty sigh of satisfaction when Gloria had removed her face from her loins; it was amply clear that she too had received great pleasure from Gloria's work.

Suddenly the Indian girl sat up and looked down to observe Gloria's fingers at work. She watched for a moment, then directed a question at Logan. He laughed and made a short reply.

"She can't believe what you're doing," he said to Gloria. "But she's got an idea that she thinks you might like."

"Ahh, tell her that I'm game for anything," Gloria purred. "After a come like the one I just had, I don't think I'd say no to any proposal, however indecent or immoral it might be!"

Lita moved around on the blankets until she was positioned between Gloria's knees. She motioned for her to draw her legs up, elevating her rump, and she did so, eager to see what the Indian girl had in mind. When she found out the girl's scheme, she giggled with delight.

Lita leaned over her loins-by adopting the unusual position she had brought her pussy into almost a horizontal position, between her thighs-and touched the tip of her right breast to the well-fucked furrow. She spread the lips of Gloria's pussy wide and dug her nipple into the inner flesh, smearing thick sperm over the proud, strawberry-shaped cone; Gloria's lips made an "oh!" of surprised delight. Lita removed her ^right breast and rubbed the left nipple through the furrow, coating it too with the same creamy soup. When she straightened up, both her nipples glistened brightly with his sperm.

"My God, what a wonderful sensation that was!" Gloria exclaimed. "I've got to lick it off her tit; that looks too good to pass up!"

Gloria straightened up and took the girl's left breast into her mouth, grunting with pleasure as she did so. Logan, not to be outdone, attacked the right breast and began licking his own come off Lita's stiff, hot nipple.

The Indian girl pressed their faces to her breasts and moved her torso about, grinding hard into their mouths. Lita exclaimed with pleasure and announced her total satisfaction at what they were doing to her.

"She can't believe that we both like the taste of come so much," Logan said when he had sucked her nipple clean and removed his face. "She says she's always wondered what come tastes like but never had the nerve to try it before."

"I guess she can tell from the way I sucked her that I like it well enough," Gloria replied. "Why don't you ask her if she wants to try it too.'' You could run your cock up my cunt and get it wet; there's still some of that delicious stuff deep inside me. God, you must have shot off a week's load that time! It felt like the biggest come you've ever given me!"

"I had a pretty good head of steam worked up," Logan admitted. "All right, I'll ask her if she wants to give it a try."

He put the question to the Indian girl and received an enthusiastic nod in reply. Gloria lay back, spreading her legs wide and offering him her pussy; he mounted her and shoved his cock deep. She groaned with delight at the new penetration.

"Ooohh, that's still so good!" she groaned. "Mmm, I almost hate for you to take it out!"

They were determined, however, to give Lita a full initiation into all the mysteries of human sexuality and Logan pulled his prick from her cunt. The tool emerged with a thick, wet coating of sperm; the rich cream clung to his flesh and a few ropy strands hung down from the head. Gloria looked at it hungrily but managed to forego the pleasure.

Lita touched the prick with her fingers in wonder. Her big, black eyes glittered with excitement as she beheld its full glory. She bent forward, sniffed at it experimentally, and then touched the very tip of her tongue to the head of his cock. The taste must have pleased her because she immediately plunged her mouth down over the head and began sucking furiously. Her tongue, so active when it had been playing over Gloria's pussy and p'robing her cunt, proved equally adept at loving a cock: she curled it around the shaft of his prick, worked it up and down "the thick shaft and swirled it around the head with long, tender strokes. She brought her mouth far down over the tool until it was probing the back of her throat. Unable to get all of the massive instrument into her mouth, she released it and applied her lips and tongue to the portions she could not engorge. Her lips and tongue worked over the base of his cock, dug into the semen-coated hair surrounding it, even dipped down to cover his balls. Logan grunted approvingly and gave himself over to full enjoyment of her enthusiastic caresses.

"Whooo-boy, she's really taking to it!" he muttered. "She might not have tried it before but I bet we've made a believer out of her for sure!"

"We've done just that," Gloria concurred. "Nobody would suck a prick like that unless they really loved it. My, I'd love to see the expression on her face when you fuck her in the mouth the first time! I'll bet that really makes her a convert! "

"It's too bad I can't let go with another wad right now," he said. "I'd do it, but damn it, Gloria, you just took it all out of me!"

"That's exactly what I wanted to do," she said with a pleased smile. "I know it's greedy of me but I wanted to have every bit of your come that time! My, I don't know what's happening to me, but I certainly love it!"

Lita sucked him until she had completely cleansed his prick and balls of every trace of sperm and cunt juice. When she finally released him, she looked up with satisfaction and delivered a short speech. Logan explained that she was expressing her pleasure at the new experience and added that she was all in favor of sucking him to a climax. She was also, he said, extremely grateful to Gloria for sharing her man and was willing now to introduce her to the use of the "woman tamer."

"Maybe you'd like to play games with her for a while," he proposed. "I saw some antelope around here; maybe I could go out and try shooting us some fresh meat while you two are making friends with one another, huh? And by the time I get back, maybe my balls will be back to normal and I can let her have what she wants too!"

"That sounds good to me," Gloria agreed. "I'm enthralled with the notion of trying her little gadget!"

Logan told Lita what he was going to do and she nodded. While he dressed, she went over to her saddle and fished around through the saddlebags. Upon returning, she held the tamer in her right hand. Logan grunted with pleasure upon seeing it; he had little doubt that the tool would be able to take the edge off Gloria's fierce sensual appetite. He completed dressing, took up his rifle and mounted his horse, riding off bareback.

The "woman tamer" was nothing more than three strips of rawhide, woven together to make a small handle. The hide had been formed when wet and pliable; upon drying it had settled into a stiff shape and now had a slight flexibility, so that it had almost the consistency of a man's sexual weapon. The edges of the rawhide straps, each of which were nearly an inch wide, curled and gave the gadget a dangerous look. The straps had been woven into a Turk's Head knot at one end so that it had a bulbous knob. The total effect was amazingly prick-like and Gloria felt her flesh crawl with anticipation when she saw it. The tool was perhaps six inches long and nearly two fingers thick.

Lita handed the tamer over and watched while Gloria familiarized herself with it. They sat tailor-fashion on the blanket, face to face. Gloria fondled the tool and felt her pussy grow warmer and more alive with feeling by the minute as her fingers caressed the sensual, obscene tool's surface. After a moment the Indian girl reached out to reclaim her toy.

Lying back on the blanket and spreading her thighs wide, she brought the tamer's head against the lips of her pussy. She rubbed the leather knob over her flesh and gradually worked it between the lips, bringing it up against the mouth of her cunt. Gloria's pussy throbbed harder as she watched the girl begin fucking herself; she unconsciously slipped a hand down between her own thighs and began rubbing the lips of her pussy.

Lita was sufficiently aro"sed for her pussy to have generated a generous flow of lubricant and the knobby tip of the gadget easily slipped into place, though she uttered a low moan of pleasure when it forced its way into her cunt. Gloria felt a surge of her sexuality upon seeing the tool shoved into place; her own cunt began throbbing sympathetically and she used her fingers more tellingly. Lita's hands worked the tool in and out slowly but gradually shoved it deeper and deeper.

Suddenly she eased the tamer out of her cunt and handed it to Gloria. The message was plain: they were to use it together! Gloria was quick to accept the gift, wet with the Indian girl's cunty oils: it was warm and sensual against her fingers. Lying back on the blanket, she held the gadget against her pussy lips. The touch had almost the sensual power of Logan's cock, she found, and she began teasing herself with it. Working the tool up and down her furrow, she quickly brought herself to a high pitch and convinced herself that it would do a very effective job of administering the satisfaction she wanted.

Before she could get the tool planted in the mouth of her cunt, however, Lita reached out and grasped her right hand, stopping her movement. She could understand that the Indian wanted her to wait for a moment and she did so, keeping the tamer clasped against the lips of her pussy as the girl went back to her saddlebags. This time she returned with a couple of long leather thongs. Taking the tamer, she worked the thongs into its base and then fastened them around her body. One of the thongs circled her waist and she passed the other between her thighs, cinching it to the waistband. When she had finished the tamer was now positioned over her love-mound and had more than a slight resemblance to a prick. Indeed, had it not been for the beautifully formed breasts adorning her chest, Lita might almost have passed for a boy. Gloria felt another surge of powerful emotion when she understood what the girl intended. Smiling broadly, she opened her thighs and extended her arms full length, gathering the girl to her body.

"Ahh, I see it now," she purred as Lita reached down to guide the tamer into position at the mouth of her cunt. "You want to pretend that you're a man! All right, my dear, I'm perfectly willing to play the whore for you as well as for Logan! And I adore the way your breasts rub against mine; that's the final touch!"

When Lita had placed the knobby head of the tool in Gloria's cunt and thrust it into place, bringing a moan of animal pleasure to her lips, she extended herself up Gloria's body. By stretching to the utmost she ivas able to press her own nipples to Gloria's; she found the unusual contact quite as exciting as Logan's chest and pressed hard against them. Lita could not maintain her extended position for long and soon slipped back down to a more comfortable spot on Gloria's body. This change brought her lips close to Gloria's big, swollen nipples and she began kissing them gently.

"Ahhh, let me get my legs around you!" Gloria purred delightedly. "Mmm, I'll give you a fuck; I'll work my cunt around that gadget and fuck myself silly, I svvear I will! Oooohh, I love the way you kiss my titties; you're making me want to come already!"

Gloria locked her legs behind the Indian girl's ass and began throwing her pussy up to meet the probing tamer. Getting the tool in and out of her cunt was not as easy as fucking herself on Logan's cock; the thongs did not hold the gardget tightly and it tended to slip slightly from side to side. Nevertheless she managed to get it well planted in her cunt and then she began rubbing her clitoris into the base of Lita's belly. The tool's rawhide straps were certainly rougher than the satiny surface of Logan's prick but she found that this only heightened the stimulation and increased her pleasure as she worked her pussy and cunt around the tool.

"Unngghhh! Owwww!" she groaned. "My God, you can fuck just like a man! Mmmm, I wish you could shoot come like Dick does; that's all it would take to make this complete! Ahh, Lita, fuck me, fuck me harder! I love the way you fuck my cunt! Oh, sweet Jesus, get that tool in me and fuck! Agghh! Ooohh! Deeper! Harder! I love it; I love to feel you fuck me! Aurrgghh!"

She dug her fingers into Lita's naked back and threw her loins up at the rawhide dildo. Despite the absence of the deep in-and-out thrusting at which Logan excelled, she found that she could achieve almost the same effects simply by rubbing her clitoris against Lita's belly and pressing the lips of her pussy into the girl's pussy hair. Gloria strained upward and tightened her thighs around the girl's hips; she contracted her abdominal muscles as much as possible. The added sensations provided her with exactly the spark she needed and she felt a violent spasm of sensual release burst within her loins.

"Anngghh! Aiiieeee!" she howled. "Omigod, I'm coming now, you're fucking the come out of my cunt! Unngghh! It's all over my cunt, it's melting me inside! Ooohh, fuck me, Lita, fuck me harder! Don't stop fucking, honey, keep on working it in my cunt! Ugghh!"

Lita recognized what was happening and did her best to make Gloria's first homosexual fuck a memorable one. She buried her face in the woman's big breast and mouthed the nipple savagely. She reached down to gather up her tightly clenched buttocks, holding her against her loins, and pressed hard with the dildo. The rawhide strap slipped even deeper and the wiry black hair surrounding her slit dug hard into Gloria's convulsively throbbing pussy. She continued fucking hard until Gloria gave a long, shuddering sigh of completion and fell back, limp. Then she eased the ferocity of her attack and lay upon her, caressing her flanks with her fingertips and murmuring soft, sibilant phrases in Apache.

When they separated themselves they smiled with a new friendship. Gloria felt strongly attracted to the girl and patted her shoulder affectionately. She thought at once of the ritual she had perfected with Logan, the act whereby she sucked his prick clean after he had fucked her, and wanted to apply the same rite with the Indian girl. Lita found it difficult to understand what she wanted but by dint of much grunting and some tugging and pulling she finally understood Gloria's intention. She then smiled delightedly and quickly moved up her body, pausing when the rawhide dildo was just infront of her lips.

"You know what I'm aiming for," Gloria murmured as she caressed the artificial prick with her fingers; it was very wet and a few blobs of Logan's semen dotted its surface. "I want to do everything with you that I do with him! Oohh, I'd even like for you to fuck me in the asshole with that tool, I really believe I would! But this will do for the moment, my dear, this will give me all the pleasure I can stand for,right now."

She opened her mouth and guided the gadget into place. It had a strong, cunty flavor-undoubtedly it had never been washed, and retained the taste of more than one cunt-but Gloria relished it all the more for that very reason. It was not as easy to suck as Logan's cock, because of the irregularity of the surface, but nevertheless it reminded her of the male organ. She clasped both hands over her pussy as she began to suck and she did not stop until she had worked herself into the grip of another small climax. When at last she fell back, gasping and moaning with delight, she had fully satisfied her desires, at least for the moment.

"I know,.I'm a perfect pig," Gloria muttered when Lita looked back and stared with surprise at the work her fingers were doing. "But darling, I've never wanted to come so badly! Or so often! I can't seem to stop; it's all I can think about lately. But now it's your turn, Lita, and I'll take your gadget and fuck you with it so that you'll come too!"

She demonstrated her intention by plucking at the dildo and pointing at the girl's pussy. Lita quickly caught on to what was expected of her and she unfastened the thongs holding the tool in place. Gloria considered trying to strap it around her own waist but quickly discarded the idea; for the style of pleasure she wanted to administer the tool would be more effective in her hand.

"You just lie back here, honey, and let me get over you," she said. "I may not know very much about making love with women but I've got a feeling that I can give you a nice come; I'll just do what I've thought about having you and Dick do to me!"

She lay beside the girl and guided the tip of the dildo into the lips of her pussy. The slit, thoroughly drenched with slippery cunt oils, easily opened to admit the tool. Gloria pressed gently and inserted the tip; Lita let out a sigh of pure pleasure. She then bent over the girl's loins and touched the tip of her tongue to the Indian's clitoris; the tiny cone of feeling was almost hidden by the pussy-lips but she found it by searching with her tongue. Feeling the hardness and heat of the small, pea-shaped knob, she licked carefully with her tongue and brought a grunt of delight from the girl's throat. Gloria began licking steadily and at the same time gradually worked more and more of the tool into the waiting cunt.

After a time, when most of the dildo had been thrust into Lita's hole, Gloria changed her tactics slightly. She ran the middle finger of her right hand up and down the juicy furrow, thoroughly coating it with pussy drip, and then aimed it into the rim of the girl's asshole! Lita tensed herself for a moment, muttered something in Apache, and then reached down to spread the cheeks of her ass with both hands. Gloria properly took this for a sign of encouragement and pressed the pussy-cuated finger into the girl's ass. Lita's anal sphincter grudgingly opened to admit the finger but the whimpers of pleasure which poured from her lips left no doubt as to her true feelings.

"Ahh, you love to be fucked in the asshole," she purred between licks of the swollen little clitoris. "Yes, you love it as much as I do! I'll loosen you up,*my dear, and prepare you for Logan's big cock! And one of these days, when we think your asshole's big enough, then we'll let him try fucking you in the asshole! You'll go wild, I know you will; you'll scream and cry out for joy when you feel his big cock tearing your asshole wide open and shooting hot come far up inside you! Mmm, come, damn you, I want to feel you come!"

She fucked Lita in both the asshole and the cunt, wielding the dildo with the same dexterity she showed in manipulating her finger, and continued to lick the girl's clitoris. No woman on earth could have long withstood that three pronged assault, and Lita, far more responsive than most women, had no intention of doing anything but allow her body to have its own way. She reached between Gloria's thighs, sank two of her fingers into her cunt and placed her other hand on the woman's head. Her trim, boyish little hips knotted into compact balls of hard muscle as she lifted herself off the blanket and humped into the tongue, dildo and finger; within minutes she was howling with delight and tossing about in a mad frenzy of erotic joy. Gloria sucked and fucked her to the completion and then stretched out beside her. They curled up in each other's arms, each murmuring endearments in her own language, and drifted off to sleep. They were still locked in a tight embrace and sound asleep when Logan rode up an hour later with the dressed carcass of an antelope flung over his mount's withers.

"Not too hard to see what those two have been doing," he said to himself as he slid down from the horse. "Looks like they've plumb fucked and sucked themselves right to sleep!"

He strung up the carcass of the antelope and cut off a generous portion of the ribs and front shoulders, dropping the meat into a small pot which he had found in Alba's pack. He then filled the pot with water from his canteen and began building a fire. When Gloria and Lita awoke a short time later, he had a stew well under way and was toasting a strip of antelope flank over the coals. The aroma of fresh meat cooking, a scent which none of them had smelled for several days, filled the air and brought them awake in a hurry.

"We'll have us a little snack here," Logan said, nodding toward the strip of cooking meat, "and then maybe Lita can show us some wild herbs and stuff to spice up the stew a little. Damn, I wish we had a potato and a carrot or two!"

They divided the meat between them and Lita readily agreed to help them search for wild plants with which to season the stew. The rawhide dildo was still in her cunt when she awoke and Logan laughed heartily when she pulled it out with a burst of Apache praise.

"She says you came close to killing her with all the stuff you was doing," he said, "You must have really worked her over!"

"I did," Gloria told him. "First she got that thing tied around her waist; it looked so much like a cock I couldn't believe my eyes. And then she fucked me with it! Yes, she got right between my legs and did she ever give me a ride! After that, I took it off her and used it on her. I was shoving it up her cunt with one hand and licking her clitty and fingerfucking her in the asshole all at the same time-everything I could think of. She seemed to enjoy it a lot!"

"She did," Logan agreed. "Told me that you done it to her at least as well as any other woman she'd ever had. a lot better than most."

Lita rose from the blanket after eating her portion of the meat and led them around the campsite in a search for wild plants with which to liven up Logan's pot of antelope stew. She and Gloria were both naked and Logan thought they made an exceptionally pretty sight as they wandered through the grass and bushes, both stark naked and lovelier than any pair of women he had ever seen. Watching them cavort through the grass had a predictable effect on him and by the time they had gathered back at the campfire his trousers were bulging with his erection.

Gloria and Lita quickly noticed his condition and pointed it out to each other, giggling with pleasure. Lita washed the plants she had selected and dropped in the proper parts. After she had thoroughly stirred them into the simmering mixture she joined Gloria in leading Logan over to the blanket. They pressed him down and began undressing him, each exclaiming lewdly in her own tongue. When they had removed his boots and trousers they jointly attacked his cock with their mouths.

"Mmm, I can kiss her and suck you at the same time!" Gloria delightly exclaimed. "This is better than ever!"

They slid their lips and tongues up and down the shaft of his cock, caressing him and each other simultaneously. They took turns in going down on the big, passion-inflamed rod. They fused their lips together around the tender head of his prick, swirling their tongues madly over its surface and bringing a fierce desire to a boil within his loins.

"What are you two planning.''" he asked when finally he could stand it no longer. "Are you both going to suck me off at the same time? You'd better make up your minds in a hurry; I can't stand much more of this!"

Gloria pulled back for a moment, considering all the many schemes which had been running through her inventive mind ever since she had discovered exactly how lewd and sensual the Indian girl really was. She considered a number of alternatives but one in particular stood out in her mind.

"No, I was thinking more along a different line," she told him. "I was thinking that perhaps we could both have you at the same time but in a somewhat different way."

"Any way you want it, that's the way you'll have it," he promised. "But let's not fart around all day making up our minds, huh? I'm about to pop my nuts right now!"

Gloria looked over at Lita, who had been watching curiously as they talked; she could see the lust burning in the girl's eyes and she knew that whatever she proposed Lita would accept.

"All right, suppose we put Lita next to you," she said. "With her back to your belly, so that you can put your cock between her legs and get it going up into her cunt. You know, the way you were doing it to me that time that you shot off into my hand and made me feel so wonderful. I'll bet I could almost come just by watching you put your prick in that sweet, hot little cunt of hers! And maybe I'll add some more flourishes of my own!"

Logan explained the proposal to Lita, who was only too ready to help put it into practice. She quickly got into the proper position and exclaimed loudly when she moved down and felt Logan's big cock rubbing against the lips of her pussy. She was fully aroused, of course, and the slit between her thighs was dark with passion.

"Let me play with both of you for a moment," Gloria panted, slipping down so that she was in excellent position for handling their organs and seeing their sensual interaction. "Mmm, I'm beginning to think now that pussies are every bit as exciting to look at as cocks! Oh, Dick, your balls are positively huge! You must have them filled with come!"

"I reckon I've got enough to douse you both pretty well," he grunted.

Gloria had deliberately not put the head of his prick into the girl's cunt. Instead she rubbed the head and shaft of the tool over her flesh, digging deep and touching it to every part of Lita's loins. When she could stand the suspense no longer she bent over them and brought her mouth into play; she kissed his cock and, by pressing hard, was able to bring her lips to bear on Lita's hot little pussy at the same time. Her tongue curled over his rod and snaked down to dig into the girl's slit, to roam over her clitoris, and even at times to tease the mouth of her cunt. Lita's cries of delight mounted higher and higher while Logan's sighs and grunts multiplied in intensity.

"All right, I'll let you have each other," she finally said, after she had worked them both into a state of extreme sexual tension. "But how about doing it like this.-' Suppose you start fucking her, Dick, and you alternate one thrust up into her cunt and the other into my mouthr¹ I'll guide you in and out and play with your balls at the same time-maybe I'll even get extra ambitious and finger-fuck you in the asshole!"

"Get to it!" he snapped. "Damn it to hell, you've got my balls into the worst uproar they've even been in! Ugghh! Shove it up her cunt; I'm dying to shoot come all over the place!"

Lita could tell what was about to happen and she tensed herself in preparation for the telling thrust. Gloria seized his prick, dripping wet with both her saliva and Lita's hot, musky pussy drip, and rammed it hard into the mouth of the girl's cunt. She widened her eyes with delight when she saw the way the big rod pierced the tiny opening; the flesh bulged inward as he drove the thick weapon home. Lita let out a gasping sob of joy and quivered from head to foot.

"Ooohh, fuck her!" Gloria muttered tensely. "My God, it's fantastic to see you fuck her! Your cock's spreading her pussy; it's in her, it's all the way in her! Ahh, I see the pussy drip on it now; she must really be hot and wet inside! Mmm, give it to her again, Dick, fuck her again!"

"She's hottern' a pistol," he grunted. "And tight too! It's all that horseback riding, it makes their cunts tighter than what most white women have!"

Lita's cries of abandoned joy left no doubt in anyone's mind as to her feelings in the matter. Even though Gloria understood not a word of Apache, she could tell that Logan's huge cock was giving her incredible pleasures and that she loved being fucked by the big tool. Logan shoved it into her cunt several times, going deeper at each stroke, and Gloria watched with mounting excitement. Finally she could stand it no longer.

"Now pull it out and fuck my mouth!" she cried, moving her lips down onto Lita's pussy. She ran her tongue over the girl's clitoris as she waited; she darted her tongue down to scrape it along Logan's cock as he pulled it from her cunt. "Mmm, I'm going to love sucking you now!"

Her hand caught his cock when it emerged from the girl's cunt and she directed it toward her waiting lips. Logan thrust forward again and she altered the angle just enough for the tool to miss the'opening. It slid up the furrow between the lips of Lita's pussy, scraped over her swollen little clitoris and then nosed into Gloria's waiting mouth. She greeted the wet, cunty prick with her tongue and curled it around the head, lavishing the most sensual caresses wi'fhin her power upon its wet, hot surface.

"Aurrgghh! You're sucking like a demon!" Logan groaned. "My God, you'll have me shooting off in a minute!"

He withdrew to direct another stallion-like thrust into her mouth but this time she directed his cock back into the mouth of Lita's cunt. The opening, somewhat enlarged by the prick's previous thrusts and jelly-slick with cunty oils, easily admitted the huge tool. Lita shrieked with frantic delight when he rammed a good six inches of the rod into her waiting cunt. Gloria intensified the sensations by sucking hard at her clitoris and pressing her tongue against the lips of her pussy as Logan shoved his bulging cock between them. They quickly fell into this exciting pattern: one thrust up Lita's hot, tingling cunt and another into Gloria's equally hot mouth. He fucked faster and faster, feeling his balls growing bigger every second. Lita's orgasm began soon after they had adopted this pattern and her lusty cries of wild joy made him even more intent upon shooting his come into her cunt.

"Anngghh!" he groaned as Gloria's tongue dug deep into the groove between the head and shaft of his cock. "I can't hold it back, I'm gonna shoot off! Ugghh! Work it harder; get me creaming!"

Gloria suddenly reached her hand around his balls and probed at the rim of his asshole. Her finger was amply moistened with her saliva and Lita's hot love-oils and it easily slipped into the opening. Logan lurched harder and Gloria guided his prick into the girl's cunt with her lips and tongue. He drove the hot tool home, lurching into her with a savage, humping drive, and Gloria's lips felt the big vein running up the base of his prick begin to pump. Knowing that he was beginning to expel the vast load of semen which his mighty balls had built up, she fucked harder with her finger and rubbed her palm over his sack. She attacked Lita's pussy with her lips and tongue and did everything in her power to make the girl's climax a more memorable one.

"Oooohh! Ahhhh!" Logan grunted as his cock spat forth a mighty gust of scalding sperm. "Unngghh, she's taking it all!"

Animated by the fierce sensations running through his prick and loins, he withdrew the rod to give the girl another thrust. Gloria caught it, however, and sucked the meaty geyser up into her own mouth. The prick was thoroughly drenched with sperm, naturally, and she took four mighty jets of smoking come into her mouth before he withdrew to direct another thrust. This time she forced his cock back into Lita s cunt; again the Indian girl trembled mightily and shrieked out her pleasure as the prick, shooting come madly, speared the opening and drove deep into her body. Gloria quickly swallowed the mouthful of come Logan had given her and began lavishing kisses upon Lita's pussy, which had also been drenched by a couple of stout spurts before she had gotten it pointed into the convulsively quivering opening.

Logan finished his orgasm inside Lita's cunt. His prick was rapidly losing its stiffness when he finally pulled it out of the tight little gap and only a weak dribble of sperm oozed from the slit in the head of the tool. Gloria was not about to deny herself any pleasure and of course she sucked up his prick into her mouth; she groaned with delight as she ran her lips and tongue over it and licked off the rich, exciting mixture of sperm and cunty oil which covered it. She felt a small twinge of regret when she felt the mighty tool going soft even as she cleansed it but, in compensation, realized that her efforts had helped both Logan and Lita to a truly memorable experience. She slowly withdrew her finger from his asshole and finished off the bout by kissing Lita's pussy and loins clean. When she finished her lewd work and lay back with a hearty sigh, there was not a trace of sperm or pussy drip on either Logan or Lita.

"Good God, you've sucked me dead!" Logan muttered weakly. "I'll never get my cock hard again; my balls have shrunk up to nothing!"

Lita also expressed her boundless gratitude for the long session of fierce lovemaking. According to Logan, she swore that no woman had ever felt the sensations which had wracked her body and she promised that she would do everyhing in her power, when she had recovered her strength, to see that Gloria had an equally satisfying and thrilling experience.

"I'll hold her to that promise," Gloria weakly murmured, "but not right away! God, I don't think I'll ever be able to move again! You were coming so strong, both of you, that I had one too, and I never even had to touch my pussy! Did you ever hear of a woman having a come without even so much as touching herself?"

"Oh, I've run across one or two that could do it," Logan told her. "But they weren't none of them half as pretty as you!''

Their sexual appetites temporarily assuaged, they lay together on the blanket. From time to time one of them would get up to add a chunk of wood to the fire or to throw another dash of water into the stew. Its rich aroma wafted across to them and helped keep their minds off one another's bodies for a time.

After they had emptied the pot and washed it Logan looked over to the girls expectantly. Neither, however, showed the slightest interest in lovemaking. He shrugged and lay back on his blankets. In truth, he was just as glad that they did not want further servicing; the strenuous way he had fucked Gloria and Lita simultaneously had seriously depleted his strength and he was only too ready to go to sleep.

They were in their saddles and riding by the time the sun had cleared the eastern horizon the next day and covered nearly thirty miles before coming to another suitable campsite. They had ridden slowly, taking plenty of time to spy out the trail ahead and to be on the lookout for signs of riders. They spent the entire day, however, without seeing any sign of a human being.

"Just because we didn't see anybody don't start to -Hunking that it'll always be that way," Logan advised Gloria. "We're probably pretty safe from Apaches; they wouldn't likely attack unless they were close and if they were that close they'd see Lita. But there's a fair number of bandits and tough nuts that hang out in these hills and we'd sure better not run into any of them; they'd chew us up n spit us out for the dogs!"

"What if we met the band that threw Lita out.-'" Gloria suggested.

"Well, now, that just might make the cheese a little more binding," he admitted. "Let's just hope they decide to stay up in the Sierra Madres!"

They dined that evening on cold strips of roasted antelope, left over from the night before, and pinole. Lita gathered some berries from bushes growing beside the creek running by their campsite. As soon as the meal was over, the girls looked at each other and then at Logan. He interpreted their look correctly and began undressing.

"Seems to me that you two haven't quite had your fill," he said with a grin. "Maybe you need something a little more substantial, huh.'"

"Since we gave the special treatment to Lita the last time," Gloria said, "I think it's my turn to have the goodies, don't you.''"

"That sounds good to me," Logan agreed. "What have you got in mind.'"

"Something I've been thinking about ever since noon," she told him. "I'd like to prove to Lita that a woman can take a man's prick in her asshole. But I'd also like for her to fuck me with that tamer of hers. I think I've figured out a way where I can have both at the same time. Are you willing to go along with that.'"

'Good Lord, you'll fuck yourself into a greasy spot!" Logan said with a low chuckle. "But if you think you can stand it, I'm game enough. Sure, let's try it out and see what happens. Have you figured out how you want to get, so we can both screw you at the same time:'"

"I've thought of a way," she said. "I'm not entirely sure it'll work but I'd certainly like to try it and find out."

Lita had been watching them during this conversation. She had already removed her smock and leggings and was fingering her pussy as they talked. When Logan explained Gloria's plan her dark eyes lighted up with an unholy glee and she scurried away to dig her woman tamer out of her saddlebag. She returned, threading the leather thongs into its base as she approached, and fitted it around her waist. When she had it cinched up tight even Logan had to admit that she had an amazingly masculine appearance.

"All except them titties of hers," he pointed out. "She is built a little like a skinny kid, you know, all except for them boobies-hot damn, they're just as cute as a set of twin puppies!"

"The first thing," Gloria explained, "is for us to get ourselves ready for the real thing-for putting your cock up my asshole. If I kneel over you, would you spread some of my pussy's drip over my ass/ You know, you could finger me a little while I'm getting your cock wet enough to slide in!"

"Haw, you just mount up there," Logan told her. "I'll do the rest, don't you worry your pretty little twat none about that!"

She knelt over his loins, facing his feet, and spread her thighs as wide as possible. Logan reached Under her and cupped his hand over her pussy. The slit, already as hot as fire and extremely wet, exuded a thin but steady flow of the clear, slippery substance which so facilitated his prick's path up her cunt. Lita squatted on the blanket at his feet, her finger under the thongs holding the dildo in place over her lovemound, and fingered her pussy as she watched them prepare for the beginning phase.

"You keep that pussy of yours on the boil," Logan said in Apache, "and as soon as I get her asshole fixed around my prick good, then you can start boring into her cunt. You 'n me together, Lita, we'll make her sing a song she'll never forget!"

The Indian girl excitedly muttered her agreement with this promise. Logan slipped his fingers into Gloria's cunt, thoroughly saturated them with the hot oils he found there and then spread the substance over her anus.

"Ahhh! That's already as good as anything ever was!" she gasped when his thick finger probed the mouth of her asshole and dipped inside. "Now let me get your prick up my cunt-I'll get it so slippery I won't even know when it goes up my ass!

She grasped his thick, swollen cock and guided it up into the mouth of her cunt. Lita gasped out an oath in Apache and fingered herself more diligently as she saw the enormous prick rise up and pierce the lips of Gloria's pussy. Gloria lowered herself upon the tool, impaling herself with hearty sighs and grunts of pleasure, and ran her cunt far down its length. When virtually all the big tool was buried inside her body she twisted her hips from side to side and ground her cunt around the big pole.

"God, I'm going to have to get you out of there in a hurry!" she gasped. "If you stay in there much longer I know I'll never be able to let you take it out! Ooohh, Dick, I've been wanting your prick all day, ever since we left camp this morning! Mmmm, I can almost taste your come, I want it so badly! Tell her to guide it up into my asshole, will you.'' I can't see down there to get it placed properly."

She reluctantly lifted herself off his cock and leaned far back. The prick fell onto Logan's belly with a wet plopping sound. She reached back with her hands, to support herself, and Lita came forward to insert his cock. Logan reached under her ass and took the big, plump cheeks into his hands; he spread them wide to expose the tiny, puckered eye. Lita aimed his prick directly into that eye. When he lifted his hips, the head of his cock touched the rim of Gloria's anus. She quivered uncontrollably at the contact.

"Oohh, Dick, I feel it against my asshole!" she moaned. "You're so hot, so hard! Mmmm, go ahead and put it in me; fuck me in the ass! I want to get it all the way in and then let her put her tool in my cunt; I want to fuck both of you at the same time!"

Logan responded with a driving thrust which breached the anal sphincter. The head and a couple of inches of the shaft of his dick speared her ass, bringing a wailing cry of joy to her lips; Lita exclaimed heartily upon seeing the big tool disappear into the girl's ass. Gloria held herself as still as possible as Logan shoved more of the hard rod into her body and soon nearly six inches of cock had been sheathed in her rectum.

"Omigod, you're bigger than ever!" she panted breathlessly. "You're filling me so full of cock I'll never get over it!"

"Sure you will," he told her. "Now you just lay back on my belly here; I can hold you easy, don't worry about that. We'll let that little asshole of yours get used to having my dick inside it and then we'll get Lita on you and she can start fucking your cunt. Don't you worry none, girl, we're both gonna fuck you silly!"

Lita was not content to sit back and watch as Logan worked his cock deeper into Gloria's asshole. She was fingerfucking her own hot little pussy but she wanted stronger stimulation than that. Scrambling over their intertwined bodies, she brought her lips down to Gloria's pussy and began kissing and sucking the hot slit. She moved her lips down and planted hot kisses on Logan's balls; he shuddered and surged further into Gloria's ass.

"Ugghh! She's licking my balls!" he grunted.

"And she's sucking my pussy!" Gloria answered. "My God, I feel like I'm getting ready to explode inside!"

"I reckon she'd better hurry up and get that tamer of her rammed up your cunt," Logan said. "Between the two of us, we're gonna give you a fucking you'll remember for a mighty long time!"

"Tell her to be careful," Gloria urged. "I feel as though I were already so full I couldn't even get a broomstraw up my cunt!"

Logan gave Lita the message and the Indian girl scrambled over their bodies. She reached down to guide the tip of her dildo into Gloria's waiting pussy. The slit was generously lubricated and the small knob of the rawhide gadget easily slipped between the lips. The actual entrance, the penetration of the mouth of Gloria's cunt, was somewhat more difficult, but Lita accomplished the feat and soon had her tool spearing up her friend's cunt. She gently inserted the tool as far as it would go and then looked down at Gloria with a tender, loving smile.

"We're fixed," Logan announced. "Now for the fucking! Get ready, honey; we're gonna give it all to you!"

Lita bent over and lavished a series of kisses on Gloria's nipples, which her awkward position had brought into prominent display. She jigged back and forth, making the dildo slip in and out of Gloria's cunt, and Logan began flexing his own hips and making his cock work back and forth in her asshole insofar as this was possible. By having Gloria's full weight resting on his torso his mobility had become somewhat restricted but still he could move his cock back and forth in her ass for a couple of inches.

That was sufficient, as the experiment soon proved. Gloria shuddered, a powerful wave of sensual feeling, and then exploded into a long paroxysm of sexual triumph. Heavy tremors ran outward from her asshole and cunt, spread over her entire body, and she moaned deep in her throat as the sensations rapidly mounted to a powerful climax.

"Unnngghhh! Aiiieee!" she wailed, pressing her breasts into Lita's mouth and moving her rump from side to side. "You're fucking me to death! Annngghh-owwwww! It's killing me; I'm coming in my ass! In my cunt! In my tits! Ahhh, I'm coming all over! Oooohh, she's fucking my cunt off; that thing is tearing me in two! Ugghh! Ahhhh!"

Lita worked hard at making her rawhide prick into the real article and fucked with quick, jerky little motions. One of the thongs holding the dildo in place caught against Gloria's clitoris, scraping it harshly, and she screamed aloud at the savage thrill which the leather string delivered. Logan fucked harder. He felt Lita's tool pressing against his cock-only a tissue-thin membrane separated the two passages which they were simultaneously fucking-and the massive sensual spasms which wracked Gloria's entire midsection were of course transmitted to his cock.

"I can't come yet," he gasped. "I'm gonna have to fuck it up you some more!"

"No, no! Please don't fuck me any more!" Gloria cried out deliriously. "You've already made me come too much; I can't stand it any more! Ahhh, Dick, I can't come any more!"

She had misjudged her own sensual capacities, however. Logan had the bit between his teeth and he was not to be headed away from his goal of shooting the contents of his balls up into her asshole. He ignored her frantic pleas and continued to fuck as hard as he could. Lita too was fully inflamed and determined to pound away at her cunt as long as possible, and she continued to work the dildo into Gloria's pussy. She sucked up Gloria's nipples and held them between her teeth as she caressed the fiery tips with her tongue.

Gloria felt her body being turned into an inferno. The first storm of orgasmic power passed, only to be replaced by another of even greater intensity. Even though she felt a vast, all-pervading limpness sweep over her body when the first climax had ebbed away, somewhere she found the strength to meet the second rising tide of sensuality and to convert it into an even more violent climax. She was somewhat more relaxed now and some of the tightness in her ass had dissipated, washed away in the floods of 'orgiastic feeling which had overwhelmed her. This new feeling of freedom allowed her to rub her pussy against Lita's lovemound and the penetrating dildo; the same movements caused Logan's prick to move about in her asshole and to deliver even more incredibly stimulating strokes to that tender tunnel.

"Ugghh! Ooohh!" she grunted. "I'm going to come again! I can't believe it; you're fucking another come out of me! Ooohh, shoot it, Dick, shoot the come up my ass! Ahh, Lita, you fuck like a dream! Unngghh, get that thing up my cunt; come, darling, let your come drip over my pussy! I want to feel everything; I want us all to come together!"

"It won't be long," Logan grated. "My God, that asshole of yours is gripping me like it was your hand! Aurrghhh! Shake it, honey, shake that ass and milk my cock down! I'll irrigate your ass with come!"

Knowing that his climax was not far away, he fucked her all the harder. His frantic efforts signalled to Lita and Gloria that he was near and they worked in near-perfect unison to hasten their own climaxes. Lita's lips flew from one of Gloria's taut nipples to the other, tonguing and caressing in a feverish display of erotic zeal, and Gloria strained against the leather prong spearing into her cunt.

"Ugghh! Fuck me, Lita, fuck me with your cock!" Gloria moaned. "Screw me in the cunt! Ahh, his cock's killing me; it's all over my asshole! I can't stop coming; I'm doing it again!"

"Eee-kah-tset!" Lita panted hoarsely.

Together they worked themselves into a frenzy of lusty joy. When Logan's big cock began spurting out another limitless stream of hot sperm Gloria felt it as she had never before felt a man's orgasm. It seemed that every nerve in her strong, lively body was perfectly attuned to his cock's action and she felt every drop of come as it burst forth into her bowel. Her wailing, incoherent cries of lusty satisfaction soon infected Lita with a similar response and the Indian girl pressed her loins even closer to her pussy, working the rawhide dildo a fraction deeper as she began to come.

"Anngjhh! You're both coming!" Gloria gasped as her own cunt began to unfold in a long series of dramatically pleasing contractions of pure joy. "I know you're coming, Lita; I feel the come dripping out of your pussy!

Ooohh, Dick, you're shooting it all over my asshole; I'll be dripping come for a month! Ahhh, my cunt! My pussy! Owwww!"

They continued to work against each other until they had exhausted every vestige of sensual feeling. When Lita finally lifted herself off Gloria's body neither of them had any sensitivity at all in their midsections. Gloria fell off Logan weakly; his prick, rapidly losing all its power, weakly slipped from her asshole and flopped against his thigh with a tired "smack!" She lay on her side and ignored the thick stream of sperm which leaked from her red, raw anus, dripping down over the cheek of her ass and falling onto the blanket. Lita lay on the other side of Logan and slept. After a time Logan reached down to pull a blanket over them and he too drifted off to sleep. They lay quietly, hardly moving, until dawn began to break the next morning.

"It couldn't have been much better even if she'd been a man," Gloria said when Logan asked her opinion of doublefucking. "Well, I guess it would have been a little better if she'd been able to shoot a big load of hot come up my cunt; that would have been nice, except I don't know if perhaps it wouldn't have been a bit too much. I might have fainted dead away and died on the spot."

"But you don't think that you're going to want to give up on that way of doing it, though?" Logan asked.

"Heavens no!" she blurted out. "Under no circumstances! Well, I probably couldn't manage to do it again like that this morning, for example; I'm sure I'd have to have a day or two to rest up. And my ass is really rather sore-your prick is so damned big, I'm not certain I'll ever get used to it. But one of these days I'm going to want to try something like that again, you may be sure of that!"

They trooped down to the pool in the creek and washed themselves thoroughly. Then they dressed and got their gear assembled for the day's ride. Later that morning, when they came in sight of a prominent and unusually eroded cliff, Lita pointed toward it and said something to Logan.

"Two days from Tinajas Alias," he said to Gloria. "That means we're about three or four days from Tombstone. It won't be long now. If we're going to see any Apaches, it'll probably be today or tomorrow-we're getting right into the middle of their territory."

They watched very closely for signs but could see no trace of any recent travellers. Lita led them to a lovely campsite, a high meadow watered by a small spring, and they dismounted with loud sighs of pleasure at midafter-noon. Logan had continued their education in Spanish and, as soon as he had watered and hobbled their horses, she marched up to Logan and displayed her command of the rudimentary Spanish he had taught her.

"I want suck-fuck," she boldly announced. "Want fuck in asshole!"

"By God, it looks like I've done learned her too much," he said with a broad grin. "What do you think of that, Gloria.''"

"I like it!" she responded. "When I got up this morning I thought sure I'd be three or four days before I wanted any more sex but I'm damned if I don't think I could almost repeat yesterday's performance!"

Lita's Spanish was not up to a full, detailed explanation of exactly how she wanted to "suck-fuck," but she made several gestures which, together with her elementary words, sufficed to demonstrate exactly how she wanted her pleasure.

"Ahh, she wants us to suck each other," Gloria said when she understood the girl's intentions. "And then you'll come over her from the rear and shove it up her ass! Mmm, that sounds marvellous to me!"

Lita had already begun undressing and was now lying flat on the blanket, fingering her pussy with uninhibited zeal as she watched Logan and Gloria disrobe. Logan's prick hung down at halfmast, not yet fully erect, and Lita signalled that she wanted to suck him up to a full hard-on. He willing acceded to that request and knelt over her, dangling his meaty rod in front of her lips. Gloria finished removing her clothing and lay beside the girl; she began covering Lita's thighs and lower belly with kisses and working her lips ever closer to the tiny patch of black hair framing the lusciously moist slit.

"She's turning into a real cocksucker!" Logan announced when the Indian girl's lips and tongue had succeeded in bringing his prick to the same consistency as the barrel of his pistol. "She's taking to it like a duck takes to water, damned if she ain't!"

"Any woman who's a woman at all would take to sucking that big cock of yours," Gloria told him. "Maybe I'd better get her on me-she might decide that she likes it so well she'd forego getting fucked in the ass!"

"Good idea," Logan agreed, pulling away from her. "Get down on your back and let her get astraddle of you -I'll get around to her ass and moisten my dick a little."

"I certainly won't have to suck her to get her pussy wet," Gloria announced. "I can see it now, and smell it too, and she's ready for a real fucking!"

Lita scrambled into place, lying over Gloria in a reversed position that placed her pussy directly above her. mouth. At the same time she pulled Gloria's thighs up and spread them wide, cupping her hands under the woman's full buttocks so that she could tease her asshole with a finger while she ran her hot little tongue up and down the full-lipped slit and probed her cunt.

"You know how to get her asshole ready for a fucking, don't you?" Logan asked, receiving a fervent nod of agreement for a reply. "Then go ahead and get her slick -I'll set back here and watch."

"I'm going to use my tongue first," Gloria announced. "Maybe that'll make her extra ready to feel your prick!"

She did exactly that, scraping the hot oils from Lita's pussy with her tongue and smearing them over the girl's asshole. Lita grunted excitedly and sucked even harder at Gloria's pussy. After a moment Gloria used her finger to run another dollop of the cunt-warmed lubricant into the interior of the girl's asshole; Lita grunted loudly and shoved her tongue far up Gloria's cunt in response.

"Now I'll just dip my wick into her cunt," Logan said, "and then we'll be ready. You want to run it up into the hole, honey.''"

"Mmm, do I ever!" Gloria murmured. "This is going to be the best part of it, almost!"

She seized Logan's cock when it came near and aimed it into the lips of Lita's pussy. She was using the fingers of one hand to spread the tiny flaps wide and to expose the small, crescent-shaped opening; her other hand guided the huge, swollen rod squarely into that slit. Logan surged forward and forced his way into her cunt. Lita let out a long, shuddering wail of joy upon feeling the thick meat penetrate her tenderest part. Gloria ran her fingers over the girl's clitoris while he plunged deeper and deeper; Lita's wails turned into cries of delighted pleasure as the prick speared the very mouth of her womb.

"Ahh, she's hot for you," Gloria heatedly exclaimed.

"She's so hot for a fuck, so ready for it! Ohh, take it out, darling, take it out and shove it up her asshole! She's going to love this, I know she will!"

Logan did not let his prick remain in the girl's pussy for very long. He knew that she might easily get so excited about a cuntal fuck that she would forget about her desire to have her asshole penetrated and that was something he did not want to happen. She muttered a short, sharp phrase in Apache when he pulled his cock out but he was not to be denied.

"Yeah, she'd just as soon settle for a straight cunt fuck," he grunted. "But once I get it going in her ass, you'll have a lot more room to lick on her pussy-you'll be able to make her come from both holes at once!"

"That's exactly what I want," Gloria muttered as she took his cock into her fingers and lifted it up to aim it into the tiny brown eye marking the entrance to the girl's ass. "I want to make her come so much she'll never forget it! I'll shove my tongue up that sweet little cunt of hers till she begs for mercy!"

Lita stopped sucking on Gloria's pussy when she felt Logan's prick being brought into contact with her asshole; she wanted to enjoy the feeling, to be fully aware of it, and so she temporarily gave up the pleasure of licking her friend's pussy. Logan reached down to grasp her flanks for the penetrating stroke. Her knew that her virginal ass would stoutly resist his cock, even though the opening had already been probed by his finger and Gloria's, and he wanted to be in as solid a position as possible.

"I'm going in," he muttered. "You keep it in place till it starts opening her ass up!"

"Give it to her!" Gloria gasped, almost overcome by the rampant sensuality of the moment. "Oh, fuck her in the ass, Dick; I want to see you shove it all the way home! Just like you did with me, darling, give her all of your lovely hot cock!"

She laid her head back and watched with pleasure. Logan pressed against the Indian's rump. His cock bowed slightly, though it had seemed iron-hard, as he increased the pressure. A low, keening gasp of agonized pleasure escaped fro'm Lita's lips as she felt her asshole being breached. Logan's cock, slippery and bright with her cuntal oils, continued to press against the exquisitely tender flesh. It slowly bulged the girl's anus into a larger opening and gradually the head penetrated the inner sanctum.

"Aiiieee!" Lita groaned, almost split in two by the tremendous rod. "Agghh-owwww!"

"It's going in!" Gloria breathlessly reported. "Omi-god, Dick, you're fucking her now; you've got your prick up her asshole! Ooohh, do it to her, honey, do it to her good! Fuck her hard and make sure she remembers how good it is to be fucked in the asshole!"

She reached up with her lips to plant them firmly upon the throbbing, scarlet slit running down the base of Lita's belly. The pussy, fiery hot and literally dripping with the oils of abandoned excitement, felt like a piece of boiling hot meat, but she extended her tongue to explore its inner caverns. At the same time Lita bent her own head down and attacked Gloria's frantically aching pussy. She sucked up the big lips, gnashed them with her teeth and then plunged her tongue deep into Glorias cunt. Her fingers tore at her asshole and slid inside, delivering additional powerful jolts of sexual energy to the woman's nervous system.

"Great day in the morning!" Logan grunted out. "She's got an ass like I never felt on anybody! Ugghh!

She's hotter'n fire and twice as good! Unngghh, suck her, honey, suck that little pussy and I'll fuck her like I never fucked before! Aurrgghh! I won't last long at this rate!"

He was overcome with his own lusty excitement and shoved his cock deep. The big tool, bulging with passionate life and hotter than it had ever been, sliced the girl's rectum and slid deep. Lita soon forgot about the sheet of searing, blinding pain which had swept through her midsection when he had first pierced her; she was only conscious of the delicious joy his prick was giving her and she did everything in her power to intensify those sensations. She tightened her abdominal muscles, making her bowel clutch even more strongly at his prick as he worked it back and forth in her ass.

Gloria tilted her lips upward and gave herself over completely to her enjoyment of Lita's hot, twitching pussy. She ran her tongue over the girl's clitoris, bringing an answering jerk from her loins, and then extended her tongue to lap at the tiny lips guarding the entrance to her cunt. Because of Logan's prick, spearing into the girl just above the cuntal mouth, she could not drive her tongue deep into that jellied opening but she found that she could lick its rim and probe deepei with her fingers. Once, leaning back for a breath of air, she felt Logan's heavy balls brush her forehead, and she twisted about to plant a hot, steamy kiss upon them. She loved the big, egg-filled sack with tongue-darting kisses and then returned to her work.

Lita, meanwhile, had gone wild with sensual glee. She had a finger shoved deep into Gloria's asshole and was licking her clitoris with long, curling strokes; alternately she bent down to send her hot, stiff tongue shooting deep into her friend's cunt. She clutched hard at Gloria's buttock with her free hand. Gloria heaved her loins upward and scrubbed her pussy over the girl's mouth, shuddering with delight as she pressed hard against the welcoming tongue.

Both Lita and Gloria were in the throes of forceful orgasmic tremors but neither slowed her activity for a moment. Gloria found that the more violently she kissed and sucked at the girl's pussy, the more her own loins hummed and vibrated with orgiastic fervor, and she intensified her attack. Logan could feel the Indian girl's asshole clutching spasmodically at his prick and knew that she too was coming. He worked harder, sending his massive prick shooting deep at every stroke; the taut rim of Lita's anus gripped him hard and even pressed the foreskin over the flange of his prick's head when he withdrew to the utmost.

"Hunnhh!" he snorted'as his balls suddenly twitched and began jerking about in their big, hairy sack. "Yeah, I feel it down there! I feel it now! Get ready, you two, I'm gonna shoot a stream of come so far up your ass it'll never get through dripping out!"

• His piston-like strokes multiplied until he was fucking like a madman. Lita howled and whimpered against Gloria's pussy as his prodigiously inflated tool whipped in and out of her asshole. Gloria attempted to keep her mouth over Lita's pussy but the force of Logan's thrusts made her rump rock back and forth; she could hardly maintain the sensual contact she loved so well. Suddenly Lita lifted her head from between Gloria's thighs and shrieked. Looking up, Gloria saw the big vein running the length of Logan's cock begin to swell with quick, rhythmic gusts.

"Ahhh, you're coming!" she exclaimed. "You're shooting the come up her now! Ooohh, shoot it in her, Logan, shoot that come up her asshole!"

Gloria lay there, transfixed with joy, and watched him empty his balls into Lita's ass. She could see the answering gasps of muscular contraction, forcing the girl's anus to grip his prick convulsively; she also heard the strangled, whimpering cries of joy bubbling from the girl's throat.

Logan kept up his pumping and lurching until he had utterly exhausted his balls. Then, gasping for breath, he leaned over Lita and rested on her back. She continued to work her ass in small circles, making her anus slide up and down his prick, but Gloria knew that she was only working out the last remnants of her pleasure; she was already fucked out, for all practical purposes. At last Logan disengaged himself and fell down beside her with a hearty grunt of pure pleasure. Lita stretched herself full length on Gloria's body and then slipped off her with catlike grace to curl up on her other side. Gloria reached between her thighs to catch the semen oozing from her ass; she dipped her fingers in the rich, creamy glue and began spreading it over the girl's pussy.

"Now that was some fucking!" Logan finally exclaimed.

"And it was pretty fine sucking too," Gloria added.

Lita began babbling in Apache; she was almost incoherent but Logan understood enough to understand that she was expressing her wonder and gratitude to them both for what she claimed was the most exhilarating and satisfying sexual encounter she had ever had.

"Maybe that was her problem," he said when he had finished interpeting for Gloria. "Maybe she just needed to have a man and a woman at the same time!"

"Ask her what she thinks about my idea," Gloria suggested. "You know, of having two men at once."

Logan put the question to the girl and found that she agreed with Gloria. The mere idea of having two men at once, she said, was nearly enough to make her faint with pleasure.

"I suppose that's your influence on me," Gloria said. "Ever since I mentioned that to you I haven't been able to think of much else. Would you think I was such a horrid, whorish creature if I said that I really wanted to try that? To have two men shooting come into me at once?"

"No, not as long as I was one of 'em," he said with a laugh.

"You wouldn't mind sharing me with someone?" she persisted. "Suppose the other man had me first-would you object to putting your prick into my cunt when I was dripping with another man's come?"

"Hell no!" he promply replied. "I've tried that before and it ain't no bad way to screw. You just find you that other man, honey, and I'll prove it to you!"

"Do you realize how long it's been since we've seen another man?" she asked. "It was that dreadful Alba creature, the one you shot back there. Not that I'd want to let him within a mile of me, you understand."

Lita, who had been following their words with blank incomprehension, spoke up and Logan explained what they had been talking about. She immediately broke into a broad smile and rattled off a long stream of Apache.

"Says she's done it with three men in a row," Logan explained when she had finished. "It was at one of their tulapai parties-you know, where they get together to drink up their home-made liquor. Real whingdings they are, sometimes. She says she went off into the bushes with three bucks and they all mounted her, one after the other."

"What did she think about it?" Gloria asked, intrigued by the prospect.

"Says it was damned good," Logan told her. "They were just drunk enough to be real loose and easy and so they could ride her through most any kind of a storm. Quick as one shot his nuts off, the next one would get into the saddle and start giving her a gallop. Says she really got a good workout that day."

"Three men in a row!" Gloria exclaimed. "My God, I know it's depraved and wicked of me to say it, but I can't help wondering what something like that would do to you! I can almost feel my pussy tingling now!"

She was much too exhausted, to be capable of responding immediately, no matter how strong the stimulus. She lay back on the blanket with a weak sigh. After a while they went down to the creek to wash the sperm and sweat off their bodies but none had any appetite for further displays of erotic investigation that evening.

It was a different story when they awoke the next morning. Lita squirmed about, stretching and murmuring softly as she worked her fingers over the lips of her pussy and massaged her asshole. She would willingly have accepted any kind of treatment Logan had been in the mood to give but he was set upon moving further that day. Gloria managed to persuade him to let her satisfy the girl with her mouth but he gave in only after considerable discussion. He gathered up the horses and put the packs together while they turned to each other with hungry desire. When he had completed his tasks, he stood beside them on the blanket and watched Gloria dive between the Indian girl's wide spread thighs, licking her from clitoris to asshole. Lita had her face held closely to Gloria's hot little slit as well and together they sucked each other to a roushing finish.

"Look at that!" Gloria exclaimed, raising her pussy-smeared face to his and smiling in delight. "Look at that harden you've raised up! Don't tell me you wouldn t like to sink that cock of yours into one of us!"

"Of course I'd like to," he admitted readily enough. "But damn it, I think we ought to get moving."

They recognized the determination in his voice and reluctantly gave in. They dressed quickly, exchanging fond glances, and mounted up. Lita brought out her own food sack and she and Gloria ate their breakfast, the regular standby of jerky and pinole, as they set out on the trail.

Lita halted them an hour after noon that day. She had ridden ahead to a low ridge looking down into a jumble of cliffs and canyons. Logan stiffened when he saw her hand signal and Gloria immediately knew that danger lay ahead.

"I think they're from Cochise's band," Lita said when she rode back to join them. "They don't look like a war party."

"What are you going to do.'" Logan asked.

"Make smoke," she said, dismounting and gathering firewood. "Cut some limbs off that juniper there; we need something green too."

Gloria felt more than a little worried about the advisability of signaling to any band of Apaches, no matter how well Lita might know them, but when she found Logan willingly complying with the girl's requests she feit somewhat better about the plan. They soon had a small fire built and Lita then added an armful of green wood. A billow of smoke rose up and the girl snatched off her saddle blanket. Manipulating it over the fire, she

sent up several balls of smoke, of differing sizes, and then kicked the fire apart, effectively quenching it-

"That will be enough to bring them to us," she explained to Logan, who in turn relayed the message to Gloria.

"I only hope she knows what she's doing," Gloria muttered prayerfully.

"She's pretty sure of it," Logan said. "Remember, there are some Apaches that wouldn't look very kindly on her anyway. This must be a group she knows and trusts pretty well."

His prediction proved to be very accurate. Lita rode out from their fire and soon returned, followed by half a dozen braves. They approached warily, even though Logan had ostentatiously hung his pistol belt from his saddle horn and moved some distance from it. Lita soon had them all at ease, however, and Gloria marvelled to find herself standing easily in the midst of a small group of warriors as fierce as any the southwest had ever known.

"They're from Cochise's band, all right," Logan explained to her. "They're out on a hunting party. Lita's giving them the lowdown on how we rescued her from a feller that was going to sell her off as a slave-that'll put them on our side for sure."

Again his prediction proved to be remarkably accurate. At length, when the girl had fully explained her predicament and how she had been rescued from it, the six braves grunted solemnly and filed forward to give Logan's right hand a prodigious pumping. They also stopped in front of Gloria and similarly mauled her hand, grunting and exclaiming all the while.

"Yep, they think we're some punkins," Logan said with a big grin. "I reckon we could have just about anything we wanted, that's how pleased they are!"

"I believe I'd settle just for a safe passage to Tombstone," Gloria said with a big sigh of relief. 'Wouldn't that be the best solution for us.'"

"I reckon it would," Logan agreed. "Might not do to get caught up in one of their celebrations-they're awful fond of stewed dog and that's a dish I just can't abide."

'Ugh! I'd sooner eat this jerky and pinole for another week!" Gloria exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

Logan began palavering with the braves and Gloria took advantage of the conversation to measure her first Apache braves. They were all short men, not one coming up to five and a half feet tall, but two of them had enormously broad shoulders and deep, powerful chests. Orve man had an ancient army carbine; the others carried bow and arrows.

"They say they'll ride along with us almost all the way," Logan finally told her. "I had to do some powerful arguing to keep us from being invited to a dog eating contest but they gave in after a while. They say we can get there late tonight if we ride real hard and don't meet up with any trouble, or we can take it easy and get there tomorrow morning."

They mounted and rode off, following their Apache escort. Gloria rode beside Lita, who seemed much happier now, and they exchanged coy glances as they jogged along. In late afternoon they came across the tracks of a recent cavalry patrol and that sighting effectively ended their chances of getting to Tombstone that night. They made camp in a deep canyon beside a small spring.

The evening was a chaste one; all the braves were married, Lita said, and to have attempted a sexual episode with any of them would have greatly damaged her chances of being taken back into the tribe. Under those circumstances Gloria felt that it would be unkind of her to avail herself of Logan's magnificent prick. Thus she curled up beside him but resolutely closed her mind to all thoughts of the joys she could have had. It was the most uncomfortable night she had spent since he had rescued her from the Comanche, so many miles away.

By the middle of the following morning they had reached a point where the Apache escort was obviously becoming nervous. They said something to Logan, who answered, and then turned to Gloria.

"This is as far as they go," he said. "Tombstone's about ten miles off in that direction."

"Would you tell Lita something for me, please?" Gloria said, looking over at the girl with affection. "Tell her that I'll always remember all the things that she showed me. And that if it's ever possible for her to visit me in town I would love to see her some time."

Logan relayed the message and got a fervent reply.

"She says she doesn't know how she'll arrange it," he said, "but she's going to make sure that we all get together again some time!"

"I'll look forward to that," Gloria said, eyeing the girl fondly and sighing as she remembered the exquisite thrills they had experienced together. "I really will!"

The Apaches wheeled their horses back, Lita with them, and disappeared into a thick patch of brush to the right. Logan and Gloria kicked their horses forward and began the last leg of their long trek. They arrived in Tombstone at three-twenty that afternoon. One of the first buildings she saw as they rode into the dusty, sunbaked town was a low, rambling adobe carrying a crudely painted sign which proclaimed, "Empire Mercantile amp; Freight Co., J. Cramer, Prop."

"That must be Jed's place!" she exclaimed. "Oh, what luck! Come on, Dick, let's see if it isn't the place we're looking for!"

They dismounted in front of the store, hitching their horses to the rail which ran the length of the building's front, and went inside. Gloria had to squint to pierce the gloom, which was all the darker in contrast to the brilliant sunshine outside, but she easily recognized her brother-in-law behind the counter. She went over to him and introduced himself. For a moment Cramer could not bring himself to believe her; he had received word via Army telegraph that the wagon train which she and her husband had accompanied had been completely wiped out by an Indian attack.

"It was just about wiped out," she said. "One of the Indians was left; he was carrying me off to Mexico when Logan here caught up with us and killed him."

She went on to give a capsule version of their travels from that point on. She omitted all mention of the exciting and gratifying sexual experiences she had shared with Logan, of course, and also glossed over the exact reasons he had not conducted her back through Texas.

"I can't believe it!" Cramer finally exclaimed. "We'd done given you up for dead and here you are, safe and sound!"

After a moment, though, he had regained his composure enough to invite them back into his living quarters. He and his wife, a thin, mousey little woman who looked to be much older than his thirty years, had an apartment behind the store and they insisted that Logan and Gloria avail themselves of their hospitality.

"What are we going to tell them?" Gloria asked Logan when they had a moment alone together. "I'm not going to sleep by myself for very long, not after all the things we've had together!"

"Why, I was sort of hoping that you 'n me might get hitched up and make a pair," he told her, bringing a gasp of happy delight to her lips. "I've got a little stake socked away in my saddlebags and them horses we brought through, they ought to help a little more. Maybe I could throw in with your brother-in-law; didn't you say once that your husband had been intending to go into the business with him.'"

"Yes, Jed had written inviting him to become a partner," she said. "He's been having a lot of trouble finding dependable people to boss the freight wagons. It seems that every man with a bit of gumption has decided to go into the hills and become a miner."

"Thanks, I'd rather stick to horses and mules," Logan said. "Seems to me that the chances of making a living are a lot better. I can't see digging in the ground for a living, unless maybe it's to farm. Yeah, maybe old Jed would like to have an experienced hand around. There'll be a fortune to be made here, shipping goods out to them prospectors and miners."

"And we'll tell them that we're planning to get married.'" she urged.

"Yep, just as soon as it's decent, we'll tie the knot," Logan confirmed.

Cramer greeted their news with much more equanimity than either of them had dared hope. He mourned his dead brother, naturally, but as he said to Gloria, the times were too tense to allow for the protracted period of mourning which eastern customs would dictate.

"You could wear black dresses and a long face for ten years," he told them, "and it wouldn't do a blessed thing toward bringing Henry back. And I know you miss him, so what's the point of all that mourning.'' It's a thing I never held much with anyway. No, I say find you a preacher as soon as you want. And Logan, if you've got even a tenth of the experience you say you have-not that I'm doubting your word for a minute, you understand-then you're just exactly the man I've been looking for. Tell you what: if you throw in them horses of yours with mine and buy one more wagon, then I'll make you a proposition which ought to have us both rolling in money inside of a year. I'm telling you, these hills around here are full of miners and there ain't a one of 'em that won't buy almost anything I can get from the east. Guns, ammunition, tools, food, supplies, clothes, you name it and we can get rid of it. At a handsome price too."

"That's the way with mining," Logan observed. "Every field I ever saw or heard tell of, there was a few that made money prospecting but a lot more that made money by selling things to them that was trying to prospect."

"That's it exactly," Cramer said. "And especially now -everybody's out looking for gold and we'll have the freight and mercantile business all to ourselves!"

The prospects were every bit as good as Cramer had depicted them, Logan soon learned. The miners around Tombstone had an unquenchable desire for manufactured goods and Cramer had all he could do to satisfy those wants. Logan and Gloria found themselves a minister and were married in short order but the pressing demands of the business were such that he had to go from the church straight to the small but comfortable house they had taken and change into his working clothes, then go back to the store and supervise the loading of a wagonload of mining supplies. Cramer had accumulated a massive backload of orders, during the period when he had been shorthanded, and Logan had to work frantically in order to catch up with the work. After the first month, however, they found themselves more in command of the situation.

"Want to take off tomorrow and go up into the hills for a couple or three days?" he said to Gloria one night when they sat down to a late dinner. "We could find a nice mountain valley, do some fishing and maybe some hunting. It'd be nice, all to ourselves and not a thing to worry about. And there just might be another little surprise waiting, too.'

"That sounds marvellous," she said. "I haven't seen nearly enough of you lately. But what kind of surprise do you mean.'' You've got that look in your eye; you're up to something!"

He refused to explain his meaning, no matter how she coaxed and pleaded. They packed up the next day, carrying an ample load of supplies, and rode out of town to the northeast. Logan led her over the rough roads with which he had lately become so familiar and, about ten miles out of town, cut off the dirt trail to head up into the mountains.

"I found this place about two weeks ago," he explained. "One of the prettiest little spots ever I saw. I think you'll really like it."

They rode through a narrow, rocky notch and came out into a small meadow framed by steeply rising cliffs. Halfway across the meadow, Gloria saw two scruffy little ponies grazing in the deep grass; they had ropes around their necks and looked to be picketed.

"Someone has already found the place!" she exclaimed in disappointment. "Look, they're already put up a ramada! And there's someone under it!"

When they got closer she could see that there were two figures under the brush-covered sunshade. She looked over at Logan anxiously; the thought of Indians at once sprang into her mind. Logan seemed totally unconcerned, however, and was boldly riding straight for the ramada.

"It's Lita!" Gloria cried out when she had gotten close enough to be able to see the features of the people. "As I live and breathe, it's Lita!"

"I thought you might like this," Logan said with an infectious grin. "I met them along the road a couple of days ago and we got this all fixed up. She's hooked up with another man; that's Lolo."

Gloria jumped down from her horse and ran over to Lita, who had come out from under the ramada and waved excitedly. They embraced fervently and loudly proclaimed their pleasure at seeing each other once again. Lola, a strongly built brave, very tall for an Apache, came out as well; he wore only a breech clout and greeted Logan with a broad smile and a ribald gesture. Logan unsaddled their horses quickly and stacked their gear beside the ramada.

"Is he… well, I mean, does he know about all the things Lita likes to do?" Gloria excitedly asked. "Is that why you got me up here? So that we could do all the things we'd talked about?"

"That's one of the reasons," Logan admitted. "You haven't changed your mind and gone respectable, have you?"

Gloria sucked in a deep breath and looked the three of them over carefully before answering.

"I was beginning to wonder if respectability might not have been forced upon me," she said. "But no, I haven't forgotten all those wonderful things we did; I still remember them. And I remember some of the other things we talked about too!"

Lita had been wearing only a brief smock, the top to her leggings, and she now began removing that. The bright, savage glint in her black eyes left little doubt of her readiness to begin their pleasure where they had left off. Lolo looked about, shrugged and pulled off his breech cloth, revealing a very handsomely proportioned prick and balls. Gloria frankly looked him over and saw that he had plenty of the right equipment.

"He's a stallion!" she exclaimed.

"Try out your Spanish," Logan said, reminding her that she had become much more proficient in that language since they had arrived in Tombstone. "Lita's gotten a lot better at it too-Lolo talks it real good."

"Yes, it is only fitting that we should all speak together if we are to do these other things together," Lolo said. "In my own band, as a child, we spoke as much Spanish as Apache. My mother was a Mexican, you see."

Lita had come over to him and had dropped her hand down over his prick; she began working the foreskin back and forth over the turnip-shaped head and soon had him fully aroused. Gloria undressed as quickly as she could. The sight of Lolo's magnificent body, together with the blatant sensuality of his cock and the excitement of seeing Lita pump it into erect life, had filled her loins with fierce sexual hungers. As soon as she had stripped off the last of her clothing she turned to Logan, who was also naked by that time, and took his massive cock in her hands.

"Lolo had known nothing of cocksucking until I showed him my skills," Lita proudly announced as she dropped to her knees in front of him. "Now, I am happy to say that he has become a true convert to this way of lovemaking!"

She took his swollen cock into her mouth and went down on it quickly, shoving almost the whole of the big tool into her throat. Gloria's pussy sprang into even more heated life when she saw that; she brought Logan over to a position where she could do the same to him and also watch Lita out of the corner of her eye. They both knelt before their men, loving them extravagantly, and exchanged sly, knowing looks.

"Let's fuck them both at the same time," Lita proposed, removing her mouth from Lolo's cock and rubbing it against her throat with fond appreciation. "We can do it so we'll both be able to see everything-how does that sound to you.''"

"It sounds like the most exciting proposal I've had since… since I don't know when!" Gloria muttered. "But how can we arrange it:'"

Their rampant desire soon uncovered a technique which allowed them to accomplish Lita's goal. Gloria lay on her back and took Logan between her thighs, fitting his stiff cock into her pussy with a grunt of satisfaction. Lita mounted Lolo, who lay with his head pointing toward Gloria's and Logan's feet; when the girl shifted her rump over her man Gloria saw her incomparably lovely pussy come into view.

"Ahh, it's beautiful!" she cried out. "Let me put his prick in your cunt, love; I want to send it home!"

"Do it!" Lita urged in a low, husky tone. "Put his cock in me! I want to feel your hand on my pussy!"

Gloria reached out and ran her fingers over the girl's hot little slit. The lips felt as hot and moist as ever. Lolo's prick throbbed with passionate warmth. She took it in her fist, skinned it back to expose the big, purple head-his prick was several shades darker than Logan's, she noticed-and pressed the tip between the lips of Lita's pussy. She rubbed the tool up and down the furrow for a moment, taking care to touch all the sensitive parts, and then held it in the mouth of the girl's cunt.

"There, he's ready now," she whispered. "Ugghh! His cock is coated with your pussy drip! It's the loveliest sight ever!"

"Ahhhh!" Lita moaned as the man sheathed half his cock with one bull-like thrust. "My God, he's big, he's hard, he's hot! Ooohh, lift your legs up, Gloria; let me see Logan's prick working in and out of your cunt!"

Gloria brought her legs up until her ankles were resting on Logan's shoulders. He lay over her, clearing her thighs and buttocks by several inches, and Lita could look into the open space and see his big, thick tool spearing into the hot-lipped orifice.

"Let's frig each other while they're fucking us!" Gloria exclaimed in a fit of overpowering passion. "Can you reach my pussy, darling.' Can you stroke my ciitty while he's boring my cunt out.'"

Lita's education had not extended to the word "frig" but she soon caught on to the meaning when Gloria reached out to drag the tips of her fingers over her pussy.

"Ahh, that's good!" Lita exclaimed heatedly. "We'll fingerfuck each other and screw our men at the same time! Ooohh, Gloria, what a wonderful mind you have! Ahhh, he's in so deep! Your fingers are making it better than ever! Ugghh! Oooohh!"

Lita's fingers traced exciting patterns over Gloria's pussy. She caught up the big, swollen lip and pressed them hard against the stiff shaft of Logan's cock, bringing squeals of pleasure to her friend's throat; she stroked the pea-sized clitoris with devilish skill and even ran her fingertip over the mouth of Gloria's asshole.

"Owww! You're making me want to come!" Gloria cried out. "Aiieee! I can't control it; it's bursting in me!

Logan felt her cunt clench up into a hard ball of sensual power and then explode with unparalleled ferocity. Recognizing that the moment for fast and uninhibited fucking had arrived, he began pounding his cock in and out of her cunt with long, sweeping strokes. Lita's fingers were more active than even and added immeasurably to her friend's vast pleasure. Gloria lifted her ass off the blanket on which they lay, pressing her pussy against Logan's loins and trapping Lita's hand between their bodies; she grabbed Lolo's big cock in a death grip and moved it around inside Lita's hot little cunt.

"Agghh! Fuck me, Dick, fuck me harder!" she cried out. "My God, you're up in my belly! Your cock's a foot long, I swear it is! Ooohh, don't stop fucking me, honey; I love to feel it going in so deep! Harder! Faster, damn you, fuck me faster!"

Her abandoned cries mounted higher and trailed off into gibberish as she strained to heighten the feelings of sexual joy which pulsed outward from her cunt. She tossed her buttocks from side to side, lifted them up and down, did everything in her power to make her cunt caress his pistoning cock from as many angles as possible. Despite her best efforts she could not make him come and while she berated him for holding back the seminal blast the deprivation did not seen to affect the strength of her response.

Lita was also experiencing the heights of sexual pleasure. Clenching her trim little buttocks into hard balls of muscle, she whipped back and forth on Lolo's thick cock and brought her clitoris down hard against his belly. Gloria's hand remained on her pussy and she rubbed herself against the fingers, muttering coarse phrases in Apache-due to the extent of her pleasure she had lapsed back into her native tongue-as she fucked back and forth. Gloria slipped her hand out and grasped the man's big balls; she brought them up and rubbed them over Lita's asshole.

"Ooohh, we really fucked ourselves then," Lita murmured when finally she could work no longer. "Gloria, I'm in love with this double fucking!"

"And I'm in love with it too," Gloria proclaimed. "Mmm, I loved feeling of Lolo's prick while it was going up into your cunt; he feels like a real man. He didn't come, did he?"

"No, he's just like Dick," the girl said. "When he doesn't want to you can't get the come out of his balls for anything!"

"Maybe Gloria would like to try working him off," Logan suggested. "He might like to try some white pussy for a change of pace!"

Gloria sucked in a quick, startled breath when she heard her husband's suggestion. The very thought of making love with Lolo when his cock was still hot and wet with her friend's come sent shivers of erotic delight flashing over her entire body.

"Yes, that might be a very good thing to try," Lita agreed. "I've already told Lolo about the way you and I used to fuck Dick; he agrees that it would be a fine thing for us all to fuck each other. Mmm, I'm dying to taste his cock after he's had it up your cunt and shot his balls off; I'll bet that would be something I'd remember for a long time!"