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
'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
