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
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,
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.
