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Love On The Range
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

A cowboy stumbles on a run down ranch run by a woman 
and her three daughters. He learns there is a need for 
a good man on the ranch, but that they have no money to 
pay him. Mom has something to trade, though - her 
daughters. (Mfff, voy, reluc, 1st, mast, oral, orgy, 
preg)

***

Tawny Stafford crept silently up a slight rise covered 
in sagebrush and creosote bushes. She made no sound 
that the average man could hear and she was very alert. 
She didn't like the fact that she was upwind from the 
pond, but she couldn't chance going around approaching 
from down wind. 

In her fourteen year old hand she carried a Walker 
Colt, in .44 caliber and it took both of her hands to 
raise and shoot it. But she was good, and not much 
escaped when Tawny aimed at it. Very slowly she raised 
her head to see what was at the water hole. She'd found 
tracks. Stranger's tracks. And in this country 
strangers almost always meant danger to her and her 
family. Her eyes widened as she saw the stranger. It 
was a man... and he was naked. 

He was taking a bath. 

Her mouth hung open as she took in the scene. His horse 
was tied to a bush and balanced on the saddle were his 
clothes. "Well," she thought to herself "He's at least 
smart enough to guard against critters getting in his 
clothes." Her insides were in a turmoil. One part of 
her assessed the man as a potential enemy - his build, 
what his horse and tack looked like, the way he moved. 
A completely different part of her saw him as a man - a 
male. 

She had never seen a man naked before. That came from 
living in the badlands of Montana with her mother and 
two sisters. She'd had a father once, but she could 
barely remember what he looked like. He'd died in an 
Indian attack when she was just a baby. Of course she 
knew about things like sex and penises. She had watched 
their bull mate with the cows often enough, and their 
dogs and several other species of animals. She knew 
where her own sex was. 

She'd found it by accident while she was bathing in the 
very same pond the man was using for that purpose. Her 
mother had made some cactus soap and she was using the 
slippery stuff all over her body. Her hand had slipped 
between her legs and suddenly she had discovered a new 
hobby. "So that's what a cock looks like" she thought 
to herself. "Don't look like much to me. Hell, our 
bull's got a heck of a lot bigger one than that."

But back to business. What to do about the man. Other 
men had come before, and all of them had caused 
trouble. Her ma had shot one when he tried to force 
himself on her older sister. Two others had tried to 
steal cattle and had also been buried by the four 
women. 

A couple of others had stayed in the barn for a few 
days and had drifted on when they learned men weren't 
all that welcome on the Bar-double-O ranch. There was a 
trail across the property that went by this pond. It 
also went within sight of the house and she knew he'd 
see it when he moved on. She didn't dare go off to get 
Sandy or Beth to help her, and her ma was at the house. 
By the time she got to any of them he'd be done and on 
his way. A movement caught her eye.

The man was doing something with his hand. His back was 
to her now, so she couldn't see, but he was looking 
down. Then he turned and she almost gasped. That 
shriveled thing between his legs wasn't shriveled any 
more. Now it had grown to the point it was as long as 
both of her hands side by side. 

One of his own hands was wrapped around it and he was 
stroking it back and forth. Now it looked less brown 
than before, and more pink. Except for the tip. That 
was purple and looked almost like a wild plum. Now he 
was looking up, but his eyes were closed. His hand 
moved more quickly, almost a blur now and he grunted. 
Suddenly he froze, his hand back by the ball sack at 
the bottom of that now much more impressive cock and he 
leaned over backward a little. 

She did gasp when something shot out of the tip of his 
cock. It was a long white stream of something. It 
wasn't piss, because it was all the wrong color and too 
thick for that. And it had a beginning and end. One 
long spurt of something that glinted in the sunlight 
like it had silver in it. Then another one came out, a 
little smaller. That was followed by two more and his 
hand was pumping again. He sagged as his hand slowed 
down. It flashed through her mind that this must be 
what ma called semen. She knew bulls had semen inside 
their penises and that must be what this was. She felt 
flushed and there was a strange feeling in her belly as 
she thought about what that semen was for.

He was moving toward his horse now. She couldn't let 
him do that. She couldn't see his gun, but she knew he 
had to have one.

She stood up, lifted the Walker and said in as strong a 
voice as she could muster: "Get em up stranger."

He glanced her way, but kept walking toward his horse. 
She put a round right between his feet. The water 
splashed up, along with some mud from the bullet strike 
and streaked his legs. As the Walker bucked she rode it 
up and then let it back down, squarely on target with 
his chest. "I said get em up and I mean it.."

He had stopped. He looked toward his horse once, but 
then back at her, his hands out away from his 
shoulders. He sure had broad shoulders. "Looks like you 
got the drop on me little missy" he said in a drawl 
that said he came from the south somewhere.

"What are you doing on our land?" she said, all 
business.

"Well, I reckon I didn't know it WAS your land, little 
missy. I thought it was open range."

"Stop calling me little missy," she said, and then 
wondered why she'd said that at all. She didn't care 
what he called her.

"Yes Ma'am" he said. Hell, that was even worse. Nobody 
had ever called her ma'am in her whole life. That was 
something you called old ladies.

"You never answered my question, stranger."

"I'm just passin through, ma'am. I don't want no 
trouble at all." Damn he looked fine standing there 
with no clothes on. "Now that's strange" she thought to 
herself "Why would I like looking at him?" She still 
had that funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. It 
was making her nervous. The Walker was getting awful 
heavy too.

"Where's your gun?" she said, eyeing the horse.

"It's under my clothes. I wish I hadn't left it there, 
now." His voice was level. "You don't need that canon 
you got there, ma'am. I've no intent to harm you or 
anyone. Like I said, I'm just passin through."

"We'll let my pa decide on that." she said. She had 
always been taught to say she had a pa, especially to 
strangers, and to suggest that he was near. "Now, with 
your left hand, you put those clothes in your saddle 
bag. Then you drop your gun belt on top of your boots." 
His boots were under his horse, on the ground. "Then 
you mount up and move your horse off thataway." She 
motioned with the Walker. Damn it was getting heavy.

"Naked?" was his only reply.

"That's right, I want you to mount up naked. I'll fetch 
your gun and boots and then we're gonna go see my pa. 
He can decide what to do with you."

"Can I at least wear my hat?" 

She almost giggled, but forced it down. "Yeah, you can 
wear your hat."

And the amazing thing was that he did exactly as she 
told him to. As soon as he was mounted she dropped the 
Walker with a sigh. Then she whistled and her own horse 
cantered up the slope to where she was. As she walked 
to his boots and gun her horse followed her like a dog. 
The stranger was watching, interestedly. 

Keeping an eye on him she picked up his boots and put 
them in one saddle bag. The gun belt was beautiful. It 
was all oiled brown leather, well cared for. The pistol 
was a Colt and it too was beautiful. She looked at it 
longingly, and decided to drape the belt over her 
shoulder. Then she bounded up onto her horse and walked 
it over behind his.

"You ride pretty good for a girl" he said, his hands 
folded on the saddle horn. For the first time she got a 
look at his saddle and gear. She'd never seen anything 
as beautiful as his saddle. It was coal black, with 
silver conchos on it, and it was tooled. He had a 
lariat, and it was coiled like a cow man would do it. 
His bedroll and saddle bags were all that were left. 
And a rifle scabbard. It looked like it had a 
Winchester in it.

"You touch that Winchester and I'll plug you before you 
can get it clear of that scabbard." she said, trying to 
sound menacing.

"Oh, I won't touch my Winchester." He actually smiled 
at her. 

She looked around nervously. She hadn't had time to 
scout. "Anybody else with you?" she said.

"Nope. Just me." His horse edged closer to hers, 
leaning to snuffle at her mount.

Suddenly, like magic, he had a pistol in his hand. It 
was pointed right at her face. She knew it was a .44, 
but it looked like the barrel was five inches across. 
And her Walker was lying across her own saddle. 
"Stupid" she thought to herself. She thought about 
trying to raise the Walker. Like he knew what she was 
thinking his thumb cocked the pistol. 

"Now," he said. "Let's talk about you." He leaned over 
and plucked the Walker from her numb fingers. Then his 
gun belt was pulled off her shoulder and draped across 
his saddle horn. He edged his horse over next to hers 
and went through her saddle bags. All she had was a 
canteen and some jerky. He looked her up and down and 
she colored up as she realized how she was dressed. She 
had on leather pants that had been her sister's until a 
year ago. 

They were still a little big for her, but protected her 
legs from the brush. The shirt she wore had seen better 
days and was so thin that in the right light you could 
almost see right through it. Of course she had nothing 
on under it and her newly grown breasts poked out 
proudly. As he looked at her chest, where her nipples 
were obviously on display through the thin shirt her 
stomach got all warm and queasy. He just sat there, 
still naked, looking at her.

"You wanna tell me who you are?" he said. Damn that 
level voice. He didn't sound worried at all.

"You touch me and you'll hang for sure," she said 
sullenly.

He smiled again. Damn that smile made her mad. "I have 
no intention of touching you. Unless you want me to." 
his voice trailed off.

"Of course I don't want you to. Why would I want you 
to... do... " she suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Well, we never got to be properly introduced. My 
handle is Dusty. What do they call you round these 
parts?" His question, and the way he said it took her 
completely by surprise. Without thinking she said 
"Tawny. Tawny Stafford. This is the Bar-double-O."

"Well, Tawny Stafford, I suppose we'd better go see 
this pa of yours, before I start to burn." With that he 
handed her his gun belt and the Walker. 

Just like that. 

The other pistol disappeared over the side of his 
horse, down by the rifle scabbard.

"What in tarnation are you doing?" she asked, 
dumbfounded. She held his weapon and her own like they 
were scorpions.

"Well, the way I figure it, you caught me fair and 
square, and since I'm trespassing, I suppose your pa 
will want to talk to me about it."

Now she was completely confused. She didn't even know 
how to start thinking about what to do. She didn't have 
to. Without another word Dusty turned his horse and 
headed off down the trail that led to the house. She 
had to canter to catch up to him, but she brought her 
horse up next to his. He glanced over, looking 
ridiculous, naked, wearing a cowboy hat. She started to 
say something but he cut her off. 

"Look, Tawny, just take me in. It'll be our secret 
about that last little part, OK?" More confused now 
than ever Tawny dropped back and stared at his back as 
they rode toward the house. Goodness but his back was 
broad. And smooth and all muscled looking. Suddenly 
Tawny wanted to touch that back. She shook her head, 
wondering where in the world that came from.

There were two women standing on the porch as they 
approached. One had a double barreled shotgun in her 
hands, the other a lever action Winchester. Dusty's 
eyes took in the spread. It was run down, but not from 
neglect. What he could see was in pretty good repair, 
but it was old and had been used longer than most folks 
would do so. 

The woman with the shotgun was older. Probably in her 
late thirties. She was wind-burned, but had been 
handsome at one time. She held the shotgun like she 
knew what to do with it. The other one was completely 
different. She couldn't be a day over 18 and was any 
man's dream. Long blond hair, tied back under a cowboy 
hat. She was wearing homespun, but man, she made it 
look good. Large firm breasts, a thin waist and hips to 
make a man drool. 

His dick lurched and he was glad he'd jacked off 
recently, or he might be in serious trouble soon. He 
pushed thoughts of how beautiful the girl was out of 
his head. This was serious. He could see the 
resemblance between the two on the porch and Tawny. 
Same basic frame, same hair coloring and skin tones. 
They even stood the same way. 

Alert, ready to move at a moment's notice. Nothing like 
women he'd been around before. There was something odd 
going on here. He'd already decided there was no pa. He 
could tell she'd been bluffing about that. But where 
were the men folk? He'd banked on there being men folk 
who'd see him naked and believe he was no threat. Then 
he could negotiate. But if it was only women he could 
be in big big trouble. The one with the shotgun was 
frowning something terrible. Suddenly he wasn't worried 
about his dick any more. Not about it getting hard, 
anyway. He decided he had better play this very 
carefully.

When they got to the hitching post in front of the 
house he just sat there. He hoped the girl would 
remember to give him orders. The young one on the porch 
spoke.

"Well, ma, look what Tawny found."

He felt a surge of relief as Tawny spoke up. "I found 
him taking a bath in the pond north of here, ma. I 
figured I'd better bring him to you."

The older woman was looking him over pretty well. Like 
some men looked at a horse they were interested in, or 
a cow they were evaluating. "And he just let you bring 
him in... buck naked." the woman said. Her voice was 
surprisingly soft and musical. He looked more closely 
at her. Yes, there was a good looking woman in that 
body. It was just hard to see.

"Well, I got the drop on him. He was out in the pond 
and his guns and clothing were on his horse. I knew 
he'd see the house when he left, and what with all the 
trouble we had with the others..." Dusty didn't like 
the sound of that at all. The woman handed the shotgun 
to the looker and then walked over closer to him. She 
wasn't stupid. She reached out and found the pistol in 
it's hidden holster under the rifle scabbard. 

She looked at it, and then up at him. A long 
speculative look. Then she glanced past him to Tawny 
and eyed the gun belt slung over her shoulder. Her eyes 
went back to the saddle, bridle and the rest of his 
gear. Finally - and last - to Dusty's chagrin, her eyes 
went to his groin. They lingered there for a minute and 
she looked up into his eyes. The last thing she looked 
at was his horse. She got down off the porch and lifted 
a back leg, inspecting the shoe. The girls were 
watching her with wide, interested eyes. 

Finally she got back up on the porch, recovered the 
shotgun from the looker and said: "Take a light, 
mister. I reckon you'll want your duds back. You'll be 
staying for supper?" 

Dusty wasn't stupid either. "Yes Ma'am, it would be 
nice to have a hot meal. Thank you."

The woman nodded and turned to the looker. "Put your 
eyes back in your head, Beth, and see to the man's 
horse." Dusty took a chance. "Ma'am, if it's all the 
same to you, I'll take care of my horse." 

She looked at him again with those shrewd eyes, and 
then nodded. "Tawny, show him the barn." Then she 
turned and walked into the house like he was a visitor 
from town. Beth craned her neck one last time, trying 
to see what his hands now covered, and followed her 
mother into the house. He heard her plaintive voice 
"Ma, what in the world are you doing?" Then he turned 
his horse and looked at Tawny.

"Lead on sweet Princess."

She was looking at him like he was from another planet, 
her mouth open, shocked plain on her face. Then she 
jerked "Princess? I'm no... Oh... you're just funnin' 
me." She tried to look angry but couldn't do it. "Wow, 
I never saw my ma act like that before. Does she know 
you?" Dusty shook his head. "I've never laid eyes on 
her in my life Princess." And she took him to the barn.

Ten minutes later he was dressed again. Tawny had stood 
and watched every move as he covered his nakedness. As 
he stomped on his boots he looked at her. "You'd better 
get up to the house. Your ma might be worried."

"What for?" she asked.

He just smiled and said "She'll like it a lot more if 
she can see you right now." 

Tawny brushed her horse down hurriedly and ran to the 
house. She couldn't get the picture of his hard dick 
spurting its semen out of her head. For some odd reason 
she wondered what that semen felt like.

As he approached the house Dusty heard the women 
discussing him. Well, actually the looker was asking 
most of the questions and Tawny was telling them all 
that had happened. He didn't hear her mention the part 
where HE got the drop on HER, but that was OK. She also 
left out the part where he shot his wad in front of 
her. If her ma found out about that she'd send him 
packing just in case. 

He'd known there was a woman hiding and watching him. 
He'd caught the scent of perfume or flowers on the wind 
and knew it wasn't a man or Indian. He'd watched the 
area carefully and had seen just one movement at the 
top of the hill. Knowing a woman was watching he 
figured he'd give her a show. Never could tell when 
that would work. And besides, he'd needed the release. 

But now he had a feeling he might have gotten in over 
his head. At least three women and no men in sight. 
This was very odd. The mother wanted something from 
him. She'd never have let him stay otherwise. He looked 
around again before announcing himself. The place could 
sure use the touch of a man.

He hit the porch with his boot extra hard to let them 
know he was coming and heard the looker stop in mid 
sentence. She'd been saying something about him being 
naked. He took off his hat when he got inside and hung 
it on a peg on the wall. He was wearing his gun, but 
had the hammer loop on it so it was obvious he wasn't 
intending to use it any time soon. He stood awkwardly 
for a minute while the looker stared at him. The mother 
was cooking and ignored him. She must need something 
bad. He could tell she had breeding, but she hadn't 
even introduced herself or asked him his name. 

She was worried about something. That was it.

There was the sound of a running horse outside. In a 
flash the mother had the shotgun in her hand and was at 
the window. To his surprise the looker had her 
Winchester at another window. He hadn't even seen her 
pick it up. Tawny wasn't left out either. She was at 
the back door, the Walker in her hand, hammer cocked. 
These women knew trouble and they knew it well. The 
looker called out "It's Sandy's horse... and she's not 
on it." 

The mother looked stricken. "She was out west taking a 
look for strays in Clay Gulch." There was a stampede 
toward the barn and Dusty went with them. He'd left his 
bay saddled, not knowing if he'd have to make a quick 
getaway or not and he was in the saddle before any of 
the rest of them even got a bit on. He headed west and 
saw the running horse's tracks. Following them he rode 
two miles or more before he saw a splash of color in 
the tan landscape. It was another girl and she wasn't 
moving. 

He'd found the two tell-tale fang holes on her calf by 
the time the women got there and had already tied off 
the leg. She was unconscious, so the venom had had time 
enough to get into her bloodstream. He noticed briefly 
that there was an old navy breakdown revolver in her 
hand and as he cut into the skin between the fang marks 
he heard Tawny say "Here's the rattler. She shot it's 
head off." Blood welled from the wound and he bent to 
suck. He spat and sucked again, tasting the acrid taint 
of the venom. 

He hoped he wasn't too late. While he was down there he 
grasped the girl's waist and hauled her up, throwing 
her over his shoulder. He looked for the mother and saw 
she had presence of mind enough to have brought along 
the girl's horse. Smart woman. He lay the girl over the 
saddle and then pulled a hoof tie out of his saddle 
bags. He quick looped her wrists and ran the tie under 
the horse, tying it off on her boots so she couldn't 
fall off the horse. When he stood up the mother was 
watching him. She nodded.

They got back to the house and he carried the girl in. 
The woman said "Put her in my bed" and pointed toward a 
door in the wall. He lay her on the bed and for the 
first time got a look at her. 

She was completely different looking from her sisters 
and mother. She had dark hair, flowing loose. She 
looked to be about sixteen and was ripe with womanhood. 
Well fleshed, she had pale olive colored skin that she 
obviously took good care of. 

The only thing about her that didn't just scream WOMAN 
was her hands, which were calloused and hard. She had 
on a man's cloth pants - that was why the snake had 
been able to get to her calf - and another of those 
men's shirts that was worn plumb through. In her case 
there were holes in the front of the shirt and one pink 
nipple was peeking out through one of them. She wasn't 
dead. That nipple moved as she breathed. 

The mother said "I've got it from here," and shooed 
them all out.

The looker - was it Beth? - had a pan on the stove and 
was boiling water. She had bandages ready to boil too 
and Tawny was getting a clay crock down from a shelf 
that had some kind of salve in it. As she opened the 
crock he caught the distinctive smell of an old Indian 
remedy for snake bite he knew of. It worked. These 
women knew what they were doing. 

While they went in and tended their sister he took over 
the cooking. It was mostly done. All he had to do was 
put it back on the stove and stir some things. He saw a 
loaf of dough on the side board and put it in the oven 
of the old wood cook stove.

"So you can cook too." It was the mother. "You're a 
right handy man to have around." Here it came. Now she 
was going to make the pitch.

But she didn't. She just set the table and then pushed 
him away from the stove.

At dinner they grilled him, not only about himself and 
what he was doing, but also about what was going on in 
the outside world. He was on his way to the Oregon 
country, hoping to stake a claim to some land and begin 
raising beef. That wasn't actually true, but he thought 
they'd buy it, since his gear said he knew cows. And he 
did. He'd worked as a cowboy for five years after 
running away from home. He liked the work, but he hated 
being a hired hand. He was just drifting now, not 
really knowing what he wanted to do.

****

Maude Stafford took it all in, watching him eat. He had 
some education, based on his command of language. She'd 
bet half a beef he could read and write. He had decent 
gear and he took good care of it. He wasn't sloppy. Yet 
he'd ridden in here naked, in front of Tawny. 

When she'd seen the hideaway and found a pistol in it 
she knew immediately he'd let Tawny bring him in, 
regardless of what Tawny thought. And he'd let her do 
it on purpose - naked. She just couldn't get her brain 
wrapped around that. She knew men. She knew he'd looked 
over her eldest daughter, Beth, and that most men would 
have sported a hard-on instantly upon seeing her. But 
he hadn't. 

He could have gotten the drop on Tawny, but he hadn't. 

He'd probably saved Sandy's life by getting to her so 
quickly, and he hadn't had to. 

He knew by now there were no men around, but he hadn't 
reacted to that like most men would. Her brain churned. 
She needed a good man around the place. Things had run 
down and she was at the end of her rope. They had a 
good herd, but it was getting harder and harder to keep 
it. There had been too many losses to rustlers, though 
her girls had killed two and since then that had 
slacked off. 

Indians hadn't bothered them too much, but she gave 
them a beef every so often and they thought she was 
crazy, so they left her pretty much alone. Her girls 
weren't getting any younger. Beth and Sandy were 
already old maids by Western standards, but she wasn't 
about to give them up to the trash in these parts. 

But this man was a gentleman. She could sense it and 
she trusted her senses. She looked at him again. He was 
a good looking man too. She sighed as she thought she 
might be willing to give him a tumble herself. Damn Ben 
for getting himself killed all those years ago. He 
hadn't given a last name, but that wasn't odd out on 
the frontier. He didn't have the bearing of an outlaw. 
She made up her mind. "Dusty, I'd like to have a 
private word with you after supper." He just looked at 
her and nodded.

Maude chased Tawny and Beth off to bed in the loft, 
despite their loud complaints that they wanted to talk 
to Dusty some more. They obviously craved a man's 
influence too. She understood that better than they 
did. But she was firm, wanting to talk to Dusty alone. 
She had no idea how he'd react to what she was going to 
say. She wasn't sure how SHE was going to react. But 
she had to do something.

Dusty knew she was a troubled woman. And he knew she 
was going to ask him for something. He expected her to 
ask him to stay on for a while. She did. 

What he didn't expect what she said next.

"You've seen the place. You know what I need. But 
there's something else. And I don't know just how to 
say this. My girls are going to have to stay here to 
work the ranch. We'll lose it if they don't, and it's 
right on the edge of making some money."

She frowned. "But it's not fair to them. There's no... 
men around... for them. I mean they don't have any 
prospects for marriage, and I don't want them to die 
old maids. And we need a real family to make this 
operation work. That means children." She looked at him 
expectantly. 

He was stunned. "You want me to marry one of your 
daughters?" This couldn't be real.

"Well no. I mean if you were aimed at doing that, 
that'd be nice. But that's not quite what I meant." She 
looked at him again. He stared back at her, 
uncomprehending. "I want you to... to... be with... 
each of my daughters." The light was dim but he could 
see her flush. Suddenly it became clear. His mouth 
dropped open. "You mean..."

She rushed on, to get it over with. "Yes, I want you to 
father a child with each of my daughters."

The silence out on the high plains can be eerie, almost 
as if one is deaf. But if one listens very carefully, 
there is actually a lot of noise out there. Nocturnal 
animals, the wind, insects. Dusty listened to all of 
those while he thought. Maybe this woman WAS crazy. She 
wanted him to knock up all three of her daughters 
because she needed more family to work the ranch. And 
in exchange for letting him do that, all he had to do 
was work the ranch with her. He'd have all the 
privileges of marriage - with three nubile and good 
looking women - but wouldn't have to actually BE 
married. Hmmmmmmm.

"It occurs to me," said Dusty, "that the women we are 
speaking of might not appreciate this whole idea." 

Maude actually grinned. "I figured you'd say something 
like that. By golly I have good intuition about men. I 
surely do. But the fact is, mister Dusty with no last 
name, those girls will do whatever I tell them to do. 
And, though it's been a few years, I remember being 
quite happy about getting with child and trying to get 
with child when I wasn't pregnant. Have you ever been 
with a woman Dusty?"

Now it was his turn to blush. "Well of course I have." 

She grinned at him. "Then you know what I mean. It's 
not much of a chore, now is it?"

He grinned back. "No, ma'am, it's not at that." 

"And," said Maude "I reckon that if any of them are 
stupid enough to balk then you'll be gentleman enough 
to back off anyway."

He thought. She let him. It was quiet for quite a while 
before he slapped his thigh and said "Mrs. Stafford, 
you have a deal." He held out his hand and wasn't a bit 
surprised when she took it.

She stood up and said, "Welcome to the Bar-Double-O, 
Dusty. The first order of business is for me to inspect 
the goods. I want to know what you have to offer my 
girls. She pulled him up and into the house. She 
started toward the bedroom, and then remembered her 
daughter was in it. She let go his hand and checked on 
Sandy, finding her awake, but weak. She told her to go 
back to sleep, then turned, took Dusty's hand again and 
pulled him outside again. 

"The barn" she said tersely.

In the barn she lit a lantern and pulled a horse 
blanket down from the rack, spreading it on a bed of 
hay. She looked at him nervously, smoothing the front 
of her dress. "It's been a long time" she said softly. 

Dusty started removing his shirt. "I'll make sure it 
was worth the wait." 

They both finished undressing at the same time, and 
stood, looking at each other. From her viewpoint she 
saw the same things that Tawny had, and appreciated 
them just as much. He saw a woman who had born three 
children, but worked hard and was in pretty good shape. 
Though her breasts drooped, her stomach was flat and 
her hips were round without an inch of extra fat on 
them. 

She had a light brown bush that looked almost combed it 
was so smooth. Her nipples were large from babies 
suckling them and they were hard. He approached her and 
saw her gaze was riveted on his penis. He hadn't even 
felt it harden. "You, Mrs. Stafford, you are still a 
beautiful woman. He looked down at his rampant cock. 
And THAT proves it." She actually giggled.

Then they were all over each other. It HAD been a long 
time for Maude Stafford - near to ten years since she 
had felt the touch of a man. She'd assumed her pussy 
had dried up years ago, but suddenly it surged with 
juices as she pressed her breasts against this strange 
man's chest. His kisses were like fire and she almost 
felt like he was consuming her. 

His mouth found her nipples and she cried out from the 
pleasure of it. Then she pulled him down onto the 
blanket. Her legs flew wide as she pulled at him 
urgently. She wanted no foreplay. He sunk into her in a 
rush and they both gasped. She was actually tight, and 
his knobbed member caressed her all over inside. This 
was what she remembered. This was what she had missed 
so much. He settled down to ride her for a while and 
made up his mind to give her at least three orgasms 
before he spilled his seed. Her first was on her before 
even he was ready. 

"Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhh... OOOOOOHHHH!" she wailed as she 
sailed into it, writhing beneath him. He continued to 
saw in and out of her as she said, "From now on you can 
call me Maude." Finally she calmed and lay back, 
smiling up at him.

That was when they both heard the loud metallic click 
of a hammer being cocked.

"Mister, you get off my mother right now."

He turned his head to see Tawny standing there with 
that damn Walker Colt in her hands. It was pointed dead 
at his head, and it wasn't moving an inch. There was an 
ugly look on her face. Right behind her was Beth, and 
she wasn't smiling either. She had the shotgun.

"I said get off her. I don't want your stinkin' guts to 
get all over her when I blow you to hell." It was plain 
that she meant it. A chill went up his spine. His dick 
shriveled.

Maude felt him go soft. "DAMN!" she said, and pushed 
him up. She craned her head sideways to look around 
him. "TAWNY JEAN. YOU PUT THAT PISTOL DOWN THIS 
INSTANT! DO YOU HEAR ME GIRL? THIS INSTANT!"

To her credit, Tawny did just that. The pistol dropped 
and pointed to the floor. Now her ugly look was just 
puzzled. "YOU TOO BETH, PUT THAT SHOTGUN AWAY BEFORE 
YOU HURT SOMEBODY!" The look on Beth's face was of 
shock. 

Maude rolled Dusty over, so he sat beside her. She 
closed her legs and sat up. Even stark naked, sitting 
by a stark naked man in the barn she had a presence 
about her that was almost regal. She looked at her two 
daughters. "Thank you girls" she said in a normal 
voice. "I appreciate what you did here, but it's not 
what you think."

Tawny looked like she was about to cry. "But Mama, we 
heard you scream... and then we saw him... on top of 
you... DOING THAT... to you."

Maude stood up and went to her daughters. "I know, I 
know. I haven't handled this well at all. Dusty wasn't 
hurting me. I yelled, but it was because I felt so good 
I just had to yell. I'm sorry."

Tawny spoke again "But Mama, he HAD to be hurting you. 
He had his PENIS in you and it was real BIG and it was 
going inside you real HARD... it didn't hurt? she 
trailed off.

"No darling, it didn't hurt. It felt real good. In fact 
it felt wonderful. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted 
him to keep doing it for hours."

Meanwhile Beth had moved around and was standing in 
front of Dusty. She was staring at him. For lack of 
anything better to do he was staring back. She looked 
at his now shrunken penis. "What happened to it?" she 
asked, as if in a trance.

"This?" he picked up his limp member.

"Yeah... it was so big... and now..."

"Well it doesn't take kindly to being threatened with a 
gun," he said.

"BETH! You get over here." Maude said. Then she 
laughed. "What am I saying. Never mind Beth. Stay there 
and talk to Dusty." Beth looked confused. 

Dusty motioned beside him. "Sit down and I'll tell you 
all about it." She sat. "You see, when a man gets 
excited by a woman, his penis fills up with blood." 

"Like when the bull gets ready to mount a cow," said 
Beth.

"Exactly" said Dusty. He had an idea. "Maude? Shall we 
show them how it works?"

Maude caught on immediately. "Of course. They need to 
learn about these things." She came over and got to her 
knees. "I'm going to make it get all hard again girls, 
OK?" Both girls nodded eagerly, then watched in horror 
as Maude leaned down to take it in her mouth.

"MAMA, WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?" yelled both girls 
at once.

Maude sucked hard as she drug her mouth off his member. 
It exited with a, "pop." "I'm having my desert after 
supper." she said. "It tastes wonderful." She went back 
to her work. 

Dusty noticed for the first time that both girls were 
dressed only in a man's shirt. The thought of what was 
under those shirts sent a shot of stiff to his prick. 
Maude hummed and he rose to full height. She popped it 
out of her mouth again, and then circled it with her 
hand and jacked it gently up and down several times. 

"See girls? See how nice and hard it gets when the man 
is excited. And then he puts it in the woman's vagina, 
where it was made to go." She rolled over on the 
blanket again and spread her legs. "Get that thing back 
where it belongs Dusty." she ordered. He was only too 
happy to oblige. Performing in front of the two girls 
was an added bonus.

Again he sunk into Maude. This time the girls moved all 
around, looking at what was going on from different 
vantage points, as he plumbed Maud's depths. Soon she 
was moaning again.

"Are you SURE that doesn't hurt mama?" asked Tawny "It 
sure SOUNDS like it hurts."

"No baby" gasped Maude "It feels WONDERFUL... Ohhhhh... 
Ohhhhhhh... OOOOHHHHH... OOOOOOOooooooooo!" She slipped 
into another orgasm. She surely was a screamer, that 
one. She sounded almost like a coyote. This time Dusty 
figured he'd better end it. With the girls watching 
Maude might not want to go again. He increased his 
thrust until he felt the tell-tale tingle in his loins 
that meant he'd be spurting soon. 

"And then..." he gasped. "The man's penis," he puffed 
for air "Shoots semen... into the woman." He slammed in 
and stayed there as his cock jerked and he shot jet 
after jet of his sperm into Maude's depths.

Now it was Beth who asked the question, "But won't you 
get pregnant, Ma?"

Maude smiled up at her lovely daughter. "I hope so 
darling. That's what it's for. That's why we do this." 
Hearing that Dusty's dick gave another lusty spurt.

Tawny's mouth hung open. "You WANT to get pregnant?"

Maude smiled at her too. "That's right, honey, I hope 
Dusty is making a baby in me right now."

Beth's hand was hidden under her shirt between her legs 
and she had a glazed look in her eye. "Gee mama, I wish 
I could try that." She suddenly realized what she had 
said and jerked her hand from her pussy. "I mean... 
um..."

"It's Ok, sweetie, what you are feeling is normal. If 
you ask him real nice maybe Dusty would let you try 
it."

"REALLY? You mean it? Oh please, Dusty, can I try it 
too? Pleeeaase?"

Dusty rolled off of Maude, who lay with her legs still 
open. Both girls leaned in to peer at their mother's 
pussy, which now had puffy purple lips that gaped open. 
Between them was a pool of thick white fluid which 
began to spill over the edge. Maude clapped two fingers 
over her pussy, saying "Now we don't want to waste any, 
do we?"

Dusty didn't know if he could perform again right away. 
He'd jerked off in the pond, and now he'd blown a good 
nut in Maude. Beth was staring at him now, her eyes 
wide, waiting for him to answer her question. She was 
unconsciously rubbing her thighs together. Plus she was 
obviously a virgin - all the girls had to be - and he 
knew he'd need a steel hard dick to make that work 
right for Beth. He guessed her age at somewhere around 
20 years, maybe less. 

She seemed to sense his reluctance and began 
unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing. Under it was 
blond perfection. She had brushed her hair out for bed, 
and it hung past her shoulders, glowing in the lantern 
light. She had freckles on her chest, above two breasts 
the size of cantaloupes. 

Her nipples were cherry red and were stiff, sticking 
out from her flesh like two bullets. They looked 
delicious. Her mons was covered in fine straight hair 
the same color as her head and he could just barely see 
the two pink lips hidden in that hair. He saw a drip of 
clear fluid slide down the inside of one thigh and knew 
she was very wet. "Please?" she said very quietly.

Truth be told Dusty felt his dick lurch when he looked 
at this girl/woman, and he thought maybe he could do it 
one more time this night. But Tawny was there too, and 
he didn't want her feelings hurt. "What about your 
sister? If I teach you how to do it I won't have 
anything left for her." 

Beth just looked blankly at Tawny, whose eyes got big 
as she began backing up. "I don't want that monster 
thing sticking up inside MY belly." she said in a 
tremulous voice. "That would just KILL me, I know it 
would. No Sir, if Beth is stupid enough to try it, 
fine, but I want no part of it." 

Dusty bowed his head to her and said, "As the Princess 
commands, so shall I perform... er well, not perform in 
this case." She smiled back at him and he turned his 
attention to Beth. "Well, young lady, I guess I can 
give you a lesson, but we have to go at MY speed, which 
means there are some things to do BEFORE it actually 
goes inside you."

Beth squealed and ran to the hay bales. Dusty put up a 
hand and suggested that the first thing they do was go 
back into the house, where there was a bed that would 
be more comfortable. All agreed. Sandy was in Maude's 
bed, so they all went up into the loft where the girls 
normally shared a bed. Once there Maude sat in a chair 
in the corner, still holding Dusty's spend tightly 
inside her. 

Tawny may not have wanted to try sex, but she didn't 
mind watching it, so she took up station beside the 
bed. The first thing Dusty did was gently hug Beth, 
holding her breasts against his chest. He breathed in 
the scent of her hair and said "First, just feel my 
body with yours. Rub your skin against mine. 

He pushed his pelvis toward hers and let his semi-hard 
penis rub across her mons. At the same time he ensured 
that his chest scraped both of her erect nipples. She 
sighed as she rubbed up against him. Her hands came to 
his hips and her own abdomen pressed harder into his. 

"That IS nice" she murmured. He ran his hands up and 
down her back, roughly caressing and squeezing her 
sweet tight buns. She returned the favor, exploring his 
muscled back with her own hard, calloused hands. Then 
he lay her back on the bed. She spread her legs, like 
she had seen her mother do, and looked a little nervous 
as Dusty climbed between them. "Will this hurt?" she 
said meekly. 

"I won't lie to you," he said. "It will hurt some at 
first. And then, very soon after that it will feel very 
nice. But it still isn't time for that yet. He leaned 
down and licked one of her nipples. She jumped and then 
cooed that that felt good. He kissed her on the lips 
and then went back to her nipples. He alternated from 
one to the other, first licking them and then sucking 
gently.

"Ohhhhh that feels goood," she panted. He kissed his 
way down to her stomach and then rubbed his face in her 
pubic hair. Her head came up and she stared as he went 
lower. "What are you... Ohhhhhh... Ohhhh my... OHHHHHH 
MYYYYYY!" she went as his tongue began to lick her 
split. 

He centered on her little clitty and it began to grow 
erect. Her hips shivered as she couldn't make up her 
mind to pull away or push up into that wonderful 
feeling. She began to get that special feeling she got 
when she rubbed herself down there. She didn't know 
what to call it, but she knew it left her weak with 
pleasure when it happened. 

And now it was going to happen and she didn't have to 
do anything but lie there. She didn't know it, but her 
hips were learning what they would need to know later 
when they thrust up at his invading prick. Dusty knew 
she was close to coming and he sucked her clit into his 
mouth and nibbled on it, biting just enough to put real 
pressure on it. 

Beth went off like a firecracker on the 4th of July. 
"OOOHHHHWAAAAAAA!" she cried as the orgasm washed over 
her. Her hands flew to his head and she grabbed his 
hair, pulling him harder into her spasming pussy. 

She was ready. 

While she was still coming out of her orgasm Dusty 
scooted up and, with his hand around his penis, notched 
the tip in her swollen pussy mouth. He pushed his dick 
through his hand and into her young snatch just enough 
for the bulbous head to snap through her tight opening. 
Her eyes flew open and her head popped up as she stared 
at where they were now joined. 

He had hardened as he pleasured her with his mouth, and 
hadn't been as hard as he wanted to be when he first 
penetrated her. But as soon as the plumb sized knob at 
the end of his dick slid into her his dick went rock 
hard. She was tight and hot and wet and she was ready. 
Now he was too. Now he didn't need his hand to keep his 
dick from bending, but he left it there to make sure he 
didn't feed her too much too quickly. 

He pushed and felt his lance sink another inch into hot 
butter. Beth groaned as she was stretched. Dusty pulled 
back through his hand, making sure he came all the way 
out and fed her the two inches again, letting her pussy 
mouth stretch naturally. He knew a lot of the pain a 
virgin feels is in the initial stretching of her pussy 
mouth. He kept doing that until he felt her shove up at 
him. Then he took his hand away and said "Beth honey, 
I'm going to make you a woman now. The pain will go 
away, I promise." With that he leaned into her, fast 
enough to meet and shred her hymen, but not knifing 
into her. 

"Ohh owwwww" she moaned. Now her hips DID try to 
retreat as she dug her buttocks into the mattress in 
her attempt to unseat him. He followed her down and 
then pushed hard, finally seating himself balls deep in 
her. As she took a breath to complain he dropped his 
head and sucked a nipple hard, biting it enough to 
hurt. She forgot the pain in her pussy as he abused her 
nipple and pushed at him with both hands. "Uhhhh 
noooooo, I've changed my mind, oh please take it out." 

"OK, but I can't just jerk it out. That would hurt. I 
need to ease it out of you." Both he and her mother 
knew he was lying his ass off, but they also both knew 
that all she needed was time to adjust. Dusty went on 
loving her nipples switching to the other one, but 
suckled this one gently, flicking it with his tongue. 
He backed up, but only an inch or two and then slid 
right back in. He felt her vaginal walls relax a little 
and knew he was home free. 

"Mmmmm," she said and raised her head again. While she 
was watching he very slowly pulled his rock hard dick 
out, inch by inch. It was stained red. 

"That's your womanhood you see there, Beth. I can take 
it out, but this is when the good part begins." With 
that he sunk back in and rolled his hips in a small 
circle. His pubic bone mashed her clit and his cock 
head massaged her cervix.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she sighed. "It does feel better." He 
did it again, this time making two circles. "Ahhhh... 
lots better. Maybe it would be OK to go on." Now he 
pulled out and slid back in hard, banging his pelvis 
against hers. She grunted, but her hips lurched to meet 
his. He began to rut into her and her hips began to 
buck upwards every time. She was making noises now, 
almost constantly.

Tawny stood paralyzed beside the bed, her eyes the size 
of saucers, her mouth open. He was killing her. He had 
to be. When Beth had begged him to stop she had glanced 
at her mother, but Maude had just smiled and shook her 
head slightly, saying "Don't interfere." Tawny couldn't 
believe that monster between his legs hadn't just split 
her sister in half. 

Watching now it still looked huge every time it came 
out of Beth and then he just rammed it right back in. 
But Beth didn't sound like it felt that bad. Tawny had 
never heard Beth make any noises like the ones she was 
making now. And her face looked different too. It was 
almost glowing and she had this big goofy smile on it. 
She was gasping for air like she had run all the way to 
the north 40. Tawny suddenly realized her own hand was 
between her legs, and two fingers were rubbing her 
slippery slit. 

Because he had come so soon before, Dusty knew he could 
keep this up until Beth came. He was close enough to 
let himself come, but had enough control not to for 
quite a while longer. And Beth was close too. Her face 
was flushed and her pussy had suddenly found the 
muscles that were now squeezing his cock every time he 
pulled out of her. She was babbling now, making 
nonsense sounds and her hands had come to his hips and 
were now pulling him to her. Her eyes got wider and 
wider as she neared the end. Suddenly Dusty felt her 
pussy clamp down harder than ever on his cock. 

She was there. 

He slammed in and started making circles again, one 
after another after another. He felt a rush of warmth 
as her juices let loose and she wailed a long high 
sound that turned into a keening that almost hurt his 
ears. Another screamer. She must have got it from her 
mother. 

As her pussy muscles spasmed and milked him, he let 
himself go and felt the relief of a long rope of thick 
sperm as it jetted into her belly. He came harder than 
he had thought he would, staring at this beautiful 
woman whose pussy was sucking the cum out of him. He 
let his weight down on her, knowing that some women 
liked to be pinned down as they came. Her hands slid up 
and down his back as her labored breathing repeated 
"Ohh yes... oh yes... oh yes... oooooohhhhh yesssss." 
He pushed back up on his aching arms to let her 
breathe.

Tawny felt a drool of spit leave her mouth and snapped 
it shut. Beth looked dead! She was lying there, all 
limp, her arms flopped out to the sides. But she wasn't 
dead. Now her smile didn't look goofy. She just 
looked... happy. "Beth?" she said softly. 

Beth's head rolled to the side and she opened her eyes, 
staring at her little sister. "Tawny... you just HAVE 
to try this." 

But Dusty was done for that night. When they climbed 
down from the loft they found Sandy, unconscious, half 
out of the bed. She'd heard her sister screaming and 
had tried to come help.

****

The next day Dusty was making some repairs to one of 
the few fenced in sections on the ranch. His shirt was 
off and he was sweating when Tawny rode up. He looked 
up at her as she sat and stared at him and then went 
back to work. 

"Sandy's better," she said. 

"That's good," he said back. 

Tawny went on "She heard Beth yelling last night, but 
was too weak to get up. She wore herself out trying to 
get out of bed. Said it sounded like someone was 
killing her sister. She was trying to be quiet so she 
could get to a gun when I guess she passed out." 

"Ummm," he said as he nailed in a staple.

"She wants to see you."

"And why's that?" he said.

"Well, we didn't tell her... everything. Just that you 
showed up and were helping out. Momma went and said you 
were a nice man and now she knows something's up. She 
just doesn't know what." He was staring at her. "Momma 
doesn't usually say many nice things about men." she 
said, as if that explained everything. "Are you going 
to... you know... with... me?"

"I thought you didn't want any part of that," he said, 
tightening another wire.

"Well, I don't. I think. I mean when I was watching you 
and Beth last night I got this funny feeling in my 
belly and I got sort of itchy between my legs. But it 
looks so huge. I just know it would hurt something 
terrible. But Beth said it didn't hurt. Well she said 
it did, but it was sure worth it. She says she can't 
wait to do it again. Is there any other way to do it? I 
mean that doesn't hurt? How about what you did with 
your mouth? I don't think I'd mind that so much."

He stood up. "Tawny, I won't ever do anything to you 
that you don't want me to, OK? Now if you're wanting to 
know what it feels like, without it hurting too much, I 
know of a way. But it's up to you." She was squirming 
in the saddle now. She nodded breathlessly.

So he took his blanket roll and spread it on the 
ground. Tawny stripped off her clothing joyfully and 
was soon naked, standing on the blanket. He hadn't 
taken anything else off. She looked at him 
questioningly. He smiled and said "If I'm not going to 
use it, why take it out?" Then he lay her down and went 
to work on her. 

First he ran his fingertips all over her, telling her 
how beautiful she was and what a woman she was, and how 
he could hardly control himself. She beamed under his 
praise and began to pant as his fingers toyed with her 
little nipples. When he sucked them in she squealed her 
approval. He sucked as he snaked his right hand down, 
over her sparse hair, and into her open pussy. He used 
one thick finger, sliding it between her slick vulva, 
scraping his rough skin across her clitty and she began 
to buck and moan. Then, when he thought she was ready, 
he slid that finger into her, curling it like a hook. 

Her cherry was long gone to horse riding, as it 
sometimes was in Western girls. He went on in, as deep 
as he could and felt her strain up. She was making 
guttural sounds, almost like a growl. He kept at her 
nipples and fucked her with his finger, sliding it in 
and out, going deep to rim her cervix with the tip, 
curving it like a hook and pulling hard enough to move 
her across the blanket. He was doing that when he felt 
her pussy clamp down on his finger and she started to 
come. Quickly he slicked that finger out and then, 
using three fingers, he strummed and patted her clit as 
she flopped like a rag doll on the ground. 

He found he was hard. Very hard.

She was panting on the ground, floating in a hazy world 
of happiness when she saw him stand up and drop his 
pants. There, above her was his thick, long prick - the 
prick she had seen him stuffing into Beth, and which 
Beth had said was wonderful. It was huge and it scared 
her. She closed her legs automatically. 

"Don't worry," he said. "I'm just going to jack off. 
You got to me pretty good, little Missy." 

She sat up like a bolt. "Don't' call me... .." then she 
giggled as she realized he was playing with her. Her 
pussy felt so nice and yummy. She looked at the finger 
he'd used on her. It was one of those holding his dick 
and it was less than half as big around as his organ. 

He was talking again. "I'd like to jack off and let it 
touch you when I come." 

She thought about that. It didn't sound too bad. "OK," 
she said. 

He told her to spread her legs again, and she did so, 
pulling her heels up so her knees were bent and hanging 
wide. Then he got down on his knees between her own. He 
stayed up on his knees while he slowly stroked himself. 
He talked to her again, telling her how excited she had 
gotten him, and how beautiful she was, how perfect her 
breasts were, how sweet her nipples tasted. He said her 
hips were perfect for carrying babies. 

She began to get hot again. She stared as something 
white drooled from the tip of his penis. When he saw it 
he leaned over her before she could react and swabbed 
the tip of his big prick between her pussy lips. 

She started to yell, but then he was back up on his 
knees, staring at her. She realized how nice it had 
felt after all. His knob was hot and slick and smooth, 
not like his finger. That knob had slipped effortlessly 
between her lips. 

"That's what I'm going to do when I come," he said. 
"I'm going to rub it around in your pussy when I 
shoot." Now she felt that heat in her belly and instead 
of being afraid she was looking forward to that 
feeling. She hoped it would feel even half as good as 
what he had done before. 

He was huffing now, panting like he'd been running. He 
fell to one hand and brought his angry looking prick up 
next to her hole. "I'm about ready Tawny, are you?" 

She nodded, wide eyed and raised her head so she could 
see what was happening between her legs. Suddenly he 
stiffened and froze. His hand was about halfway down 
his organ and she saw it swell below his hand as he 
squeezed tightly. Then he touched the tip into her hole 
and let go with his hand. 

Immediately she felt a hot splash and saw thick white 
cum shoot out into her open pussy. It looked just like 
what he had shot in the pond. She saw his prick jerk 
and he leaned further. Now the tip was pressing against 
her hard and she felt the next spurt go up inside of 
her. Her hips acted like they had a mind of their own 
and raised up off the ground, forcing her pussy harder 
against the tip of his cock. 

She felt pressure and another spurt go up her split. 
Now he pushed a little harder at the same time her hips 
bucked again and, eyes wide, she saw the tip disappear 
inside her body. He held it there and she felt four 
more long squirts of his stuff enter her body. It 
didn't hurt. She was stretched, and could feel the 
pressure, but it didn't hurt. And his white stuff felt 
good inside her too. He groaned and pulled out, leaning 
back as one last spurt arced up into the air. It 
hovered over her and then, the thick white rope fell 
and landed square on her chest, across one breast.

He stood up and staggered backward. She raised up to 
her elbows. "Why'd you jerk it out like that?" she 
said. "I was almost getting used to it."

He stood there. "I wasn't lying Princess, you got me 
going and it was everything I could do to keep my 
promise to you and not just cram you full of my cock. I 
wanted to shoot that way up inside you and I had to 
pull out before I lost control."

She lay back down, luxuriating in the feel of his hot 
spend soaking into her pussy. "I've about decided it 
might not be so terrible" she said softly.

"Maybe next time," he smiled.

They cleaned up and got dressed. Then they rode back to 
the house. He dusted off his clothes, hung his hat on a 
peg, and walked into the room where Sandy was lying in 
bed. She was awake.

"Howdy, ma'am," he said.

She examined him from head to toe. Then she looked at 
her little sister, who had a silly grin on her face. 
Then back to him. She realized that Tawny was standing 
close to this stranger, almost touching him. Like she 
had known him a long time instead of only a day. "My ma 
says you saved my life." she said neutrally.

He grinned and some part of her liked that grin a lot. 
"Well, ma'am," he said. "You didn't look all that 
comfortable lying there in the dirt and I just thought 
you might prefer to be in a nice soft bed. So I brought 
you home."

Just then Beth came into the room. She saw Dusty and 
her face pinked up. "DUSTY!" she squealed. "You're 
back!" And then, while Sandy frowned in disbelief, her 
sourpuss elder sister flung herself against the 
stranger, hugging him like he was her long lost best 
friend. This was very strange. She had a sneaking 
suspicion that this man had something to do with Beth 
screaming the night before. She watched as the man 
hugged her sister back.

"Mama tells me you're going to be staying for a while" 
she said, her voice level. "We don't have any cash 
money around the place. We won't be able to pay you for 
a while." Sandy was the practical one of the sisters. 
She also wanted to see what his reaction was. She was 
surprised.

"I'm aware of that. Your ma and I talked that over 
before I decided to stay." he said, disengaging himself 
from Beth. "I'm not here for the money." 

"Then why ARE you here, mister?" she said.

He looked down at her. He really looked, staring at 
her. She felt like he could see right into where her 
heart had started speeding up. "I suppose your ma 
should be the one to tell you that." he said in a quiet 
voice. She was astonished when Beth turned her head and 
said "You'll be glad when you find out. I promise you 
that." She was even more astonished when Tawny chimed 
in "She's right, Sandy."

Now she was consumed with curiosity. But none of them 
would tell her any more. They just asked her how she 
felt, and if she was comfortable and if there was 
anything else she needed. Then they left, leaving her 
alone with her curiosity. She called for her mother, 
who came right away. "What's going on mama?" she asked. 
"Why is that man here? Why does Beth hug him and Tawny 
stand so close to him?" 

Maude knew that, of all her daughters, Sandy would be 
the most trouble, when it came to her plan. Sandy was 
the most practical and hard headed of the girls. 
Sometimes it seemed like she tried to be a man. So, 
rather than trying to trick her, or hope that nature 
would take it's course, Maude decided to just explain 
what she'd done and why. When she was done Sandy's 
mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide.

"You mean you let that man... have his way with you?" 
she exclaimed incredulously.

Maude smiled. "No dear. It wasn't like that at all. In 
fact, I'd have to say it was the other way around. I 
basically took him out to the barn, ordered him to get 
naked, and then I had MY way with HIM."

"But... but... but... Beth was SCREAMING last night 
mama," Sandy said in a horrified whisper. "You LET him 
do that to poor Beth?"

"You still don't understand, honey," said her mother. 
"What you heard Beth doing was not the result of pain. 
Well, she's not a virgin any more, and there was a 
little bit of pain at first, but when you heard her and 
tried to get out of bed, there was no pain involved at 
all, baby."

Sandy thought back to how Beth had responded upon 
seeing the man who had made her scream like that. No, 
it was pretty obvious that he hadn't hurt her. Not if 
she acted like that. And Tawny, standing so close.

"What about Tawny? She's just fourteen. Did he... do 
that... to her too?"

"I don't think so. Not yet, anyway. But he will soon."

Sandy was not happy. "I don't think this is a good idea 
at all mama," she said heatedly. "I think you should 
run him off. He's got you to thinking crazy thoughts."

Maude put on a stern face. "Now you listen to me, girl. 
Tawny is plenty old enough to be husband hunting, if 
there were any decent men around to hunt. So are you, 
and Beth is way past the age when she should have been 
married and had a couple of young ones hanging onto her 
skirt. I'm not gonna lose this ranch because I don't 
have enough people to make it work. There's predators 
out there, and some of them walk on two legs. We NEED a 
man around here, and you girls need to start raising 
families so that when I get old and die you'll be able 
to stay on here. 

"I just wish he had a friend or two that were half as 
good as he is. I'd get them here in a minute and get 
you girls married off right quick. But he's the first 
really decent man I've seen for quite a while. Now I've 
made up my mind. You don't have to do anything you 
don't want to, but I'm gonna get his baby in me and I 
suspect your two sisters are gonna do exactly the same 
thing."

Sandy was still not happy, but she knew her mother well 
enough to know that arguing would only make things 
worse. She rolled over to go to sleep.

It was dark when Sandy woke up again. She felt much 
better, and sat up in her mother's bed. She heard 
noises in the loft above. She cocked her head and heard 
Tawny say "Hey, it's my turn. You probably already got 
his baby growing inside you by now Beth." Then there 
was a deep voice - the man - what was his name? Dusty. 
Yes, Dusty. She heard Dusty speak. "I thought you 
didn't want to go all the way yet little missy."

She got out of bed. She realized she was dressed in one 
of here father's old shirts, naked underneath, but 
didn't care. She wanted to see what they were doing up 
there. She stole to the ladder and began to climb, 
carefully and slowly. She peeked her head up over the 
top rung and could see in the light of the oil lantern 
that her mother, two sisters and this Dusty person were 
all up there. And all of them were buck naked. Her 
mother was lying back on a pile of gunny sacks, her 
knees tucked up by her bottom and she was rubbing 
between her legs like some whore in heat. 

Beth was lying on her back in the bed, her knees up and 
spread, with this cowboy between them. A second lamp 
showed her what was going on in that bed. She could see 
a thick column of man flesh sliding in and out of 
Beth's vagina as Beth frantically humped up at it like 
some kind of common wench. Tawny was standing at the 
edge of the bed, hopping from foot to foot, one hand on 
the cowboy's butt as it rose and fell. Despite herself, 
Sandy felt a flush of heat in her own loins and she 
suddenly felt the old shirt scraping across the hard 
nipples of her breasts.

"Take it out!" she heard Tawny yell.

"Nooooooooo," moaned Beth. She was bucking now, 
writhing around like she was trying to push the cowboy 
off of her. Sandy took in a breath to shout, to tell 
the cowboy to leave her alone. But just as she put her 
foot on the next ladder rung, she saw Beth's hands slap 
onto Dusty's butt and her fingers dug in, PULLING him 
into her - NOT pushing him away. Her legs too rose and 
wrapped over his. She OBVIOUSLY wanted him to keep 
doing it to her.

"Come on, Dusty," complained Tawny. "If you keep going 
you'll squirt in Beth. You already did it in mama, and 
you'll be too tired to do it with me, just like last 
night." she was complaining.

Dusty turned his head toward the young girl. "Don't you 
worry little missy. I'm saving some for you."

Beth started making sounds, low at first, and then 
louder until she was keening and wailing loud enough to 
wake the dead. Dusty pounded her with his big thick 
bull dick and she just humped her crotch up for more. 
Sandy had always thought that mating like an animal 
would be distasteful, painful, and ugly. She was 
actually glad there weren't any men around for her 
mother to shove her off on. Or had been. Now she wasn't 
so sure. If Beth liked it that much, and it was only 
her second or third time, it must not be as bad as 
she'd believed.

Finally Beth fell limp, saying, "Oh Dusty... oh 
dusty... oh dusty," over and over again. He pulled that 
monster club of his out of her slowly. There was a plop 
as it came clear. It was shiny, slick looking and there 
was a drip of something that made a thin line between 
his thing and her sister's vulva. He rolled and landed 
on his back, beside Beth. 

His penis stuck straight up in the air. She shuddered, 
looking at it. It looked like someone had hacked off a 
sapling, and the stump was growing out from between his 
legs. He looked at Tawny and said "C'mere, young lady." 
He motioned up, towards his lap. "You climb up here and 
be on top. That way you can control how much of it goes 
into you. You can stop any time you want, OK?"

"Yipee!" squealed Tawny and vaulted up, putting one of 
her feet on either side of his hips. She squatted and 
he stopped her. 

"You need me to lick you up some, to make you slick?" 
Now what in the hell was he talking about? 

But Tawny batted his hands away. "No, I'm all wet 
already. Watching you do mama and Beth made me all 
squishy inside." She then reached down, grasped the 
trunk of the hacked off sapling, and brought it to her 
tender pink vulva. 

Sandy held her breath as Tawny began to sag, her face 
scrunched up with tension. The fat purple head of the 
cowboy's penis suddenly disappeared inside Tawny and 
her eyes went big. Sandy expected her to yell and jump 
right off again. Instead of standing up and pulling off 
that thick wedge of meat, though, she went "Ahhhhhhhh."

Dusty was pulling her head down toward his. He started 
kissing her, and then, to her surprise, he stuck his 
tongue out and licked Tawny's lips and stuck his tongue 
inside her mouth! Sandy couldn't believe what she was 
seeing. Then he kissed her some more and moved his face 
to her young breasts. He started sucking on her nipples 
like a baby and Tawny squealed with happiness. She 
raised her butt just enough to get some force and 
slammed her pussy down onto his penis. It went halfway 
in and both of them groaned. Tawny then pulled up, 
taking everything except the head out of her and 
slammed back down again. This time she got three 
quarters in her. 

"It feels so big," she whined, but all the time she was 
wiggling and trying to sink down further onto it, 
rather than getting off. 

The cowboy spoke, "I can't ever call you little missy 
again, Tawny." He moved his hands to her waist. "You've 
got a woman's pussy there and in just a second you're 
gonna be ALL woman." He then helped her wiggle and 
shove until at last her pussy lips meshed with the soft 
brown hair growing around his log. Tawny jerked her 
pussy toward his head and then moved it back toward his 
feet slowly. Then she jerked it again and again until 
she was hammering it forward, like she was trying to 
rip his thing right off his body. Now SHE was panting 
"Ohhh Dusty... ohhh Dusty" and he reached up and 
pinched both of her pink nipples, rolling them between 
his fingers. 

Tawny changed to "Ahhhhhh," on her forward thrusts 
until she froze and went "AAAHHHHHHEEEEHHHH." She bent 
over, almost backwards and he had to hold her waist to 
keep her from falling off. Then he pulled her down to 
his chest, humped his hips up and sideways until he had 
room, and rolled over, putting Tawny under him. Her 
legs splayed, one of them lying on top of Beth, who was 
still laying dreamily beside them, watching.

Sandy would always describe what happened next as 
animal sex. Dusty began sawing his cock in and out of 
Tawny and pounding it into her so hard that she 
actually moved up in the bed, her head getting closer 
and closer to the wall. It looked like he was trying to 
kill her, as far as Sandy was concerned. Then, at last, 
he gave a grunt and a shudder and he froze, with his 
thing deep inside her sister. 

He groaned "Here it is Tawny, all for you." His butt 
jumped and Tawny squealed again.

"Oh Dusty, I can feel it. It's all warm and mushy 
feeling. OH please make a baby in me Dusty, I want a 
babeeeee." she ended as she started having another 
orgasm.

Sandy felt weak in the knees. She realized that her own 
pussy was hot, itchy and wet. She'd thought that animal 
sex must be horrible, but both Beth and Tawny had loved 
it. She glanced at her mother who was now still, with 
three fingers covering her sex. She wouldn't know until 
later that Maude was holding in Dusty's sperm, giving 
it the best chance of soaking into her womb.

Dusty began to pull out of Tawny. His member had 
thinned a little, and didn't look as hard as it had. 
This time, when it dragged clear of Tawny's nether 
lips, there was no sound. But that thin line of 
sticky... something had been replaced with a thick rope 
of silvery white stuff that Sandy instinctively knew 
was semen. It broke and dropped back down into Tawny's 
open pussy lips, like she was sucking it there. 

Then Tawny put her own three fingers over the hole, 
closing it, shoving all that creamy spend inside of her 
where she wanted it.

Sandy crept back down the ladder. She had a hard time 
getting to sleep. She had an itch between her legs she 
didn't know how to scratch.

Sandy was up the next day, doing light work around the 
house. She spied on them that night and watched Tawny 
and Beth get their pussies filled with his seed again. 
Then her mother fell asleep in his arms, while they 
kissed and caressed each other lightly. The next day 
she was able to mount her horse and she rode slowly out 
to where Dusty was repairing fence.

Her momma was right. He DID do good work. They spoke 
briefly about farm chores and she left. That nasty itch 
was back. She announced she was plenty well enough to 
sleep in her old bed, but she found herself sleeping 
alone. She peeked down between the cracks in the floor 
of the loft and watched as Dusty mounted her mother, 
squirting her full. Then it was Beth's turn and he shot 
off in her too. Then he feasted on Tawny's little pussy 
until she'd had three earsplitting orgasms. To all 
their surprise he was ready again, and Tawny got some 
in her pussy too that night.

It was quite obvious to Sandy that she'd had stupid 
fears and unfounded beliefs. She decided to give them 
up the next day. She'd speak to Dusty and discuss 
how... things could be corrected. 

Except that the next day, when she got up, Dusty was 
gone. His horse was gone, his clothes were gone too. 
Even his sleeping roll was gone. Sandy felt rage 
growing in her stomach. "THAT BASTARD!" she yelled, 
pulling a Winchester down off the wall. "I'll hunt him 
down and kill him like the dog he is!" She was headed 
for the door with her hat on when her mother came in 
with a load of clothes from the clothes line.

"Don't you worry mama, I'm taking out after that sorry 
bastard and I'll make him sorry he ever saw this 
place." she told her mother. She was a little confused 
when she felt a jerk and found she was no longer 
holding the rifle.

"What in the world has gotten into you?" said Maude.

"Dusty up and ran off" she said. "That's what's wrong. 
He got what he wanted and then lit out, the rat 
bastard."

Her mother laughed! "My, my... such language. Sit down, 
dear. We need to talk again." They sat on the porch. 
"Dusty DID ride out this morning." she said. "But he'll 
be back." Sandy didn't believe that and it showed on 
her face. "He went to go fetch some men he's worked 
with before. Men who do good work. Men who are steady." 

Sandy still didn't believe it. "Sure, that's where he 
SAID he was going." she said "But he got all the pussy 
he wanted and I bet he don't come back."

Maude frowned. "Doesn't come back, Sandy, not don't 
come back. Speak proper English dear." Then she went 
on. "I reckon he WILL come back Sandy. He asked me if 
he could work to acquire part of this ranch." She 
looked at her daughter significantly. "AFTER he got all 
the pussy he wanted."

"But I never got to..." Sandy's face blazed red as she 
realized what she'd almost said.

Maude laughed. "That's the other reason he went, dear. 
We know you've been spying on us, watching him make 
babies." She was guessing, but it was a good guess.

"But why would he leave just because I was watching?" 
Sandy said, without realizing she had just confirmed 
her guess.

"Well, dear, if you were watching, you might have 
noticed that it takes a hell of a man to keep three 
women happy, much less four. We thought you might be 
joining in, sooner or later, and he reckoned there was 
no way he could service all four of us. 

So he thought about this one place he'd worked, where 
there were some good men - men who worked for the love 
of building something, instead of the pay. That place 
has gotten so big, he says, that those men are probably 
looking to move on, to build somewhere else. He thinks 
they might be willing to come here."

"But we can't pay them ANYTHING," said Sandy. "Not 
until the fall cattle drive to Abilene."

"And are WE going to be able to drive our herd to 
Kansas, Sandy? Just the four of us? Since Dusty's been 
here the rustling's almost stopped. I think there's a 
new grave down at Hoskins point, where he caught some 
of them and ran them off. I saw blood trail down there 
myself - at least two wounded riders. And we have a new 
horse that he says "wandered" onto our land. I think we 
need these men, Sandy. And if any of them are the 
marrying kind, then they'll be paid with the most 
precious thing I have... my daughters."

"But the way you've been carrying on with Dusty every 
night, all three of you are probably already with 
child!" whined Sandy.

"Maybe, maybe not. It took your daddy and me over six 
months to get Beth planted in my belly. If we are, then 
that probably won't matter anyway. This is a fine 
ranch, Sandy, and if those men deserve it, they'll know 
it and take what's offered. They can make something 
here. Besides, by the time any of them get in any of 
our pants, we'll know for sure. We ain't gonna spread 
our legs for these men like we did for Dusty. I was 
desperate then, but not so much any more. Not if we can 
be normal and make it work"

"Aren't going to spread our legs, momma. We speak 
English here, remember?" joked Sandy. 

The women worked the ranch while Dusty was gone. Maude 
turned out to be the only one who was pregnant for 
sure, as she missed three monthlies by the time Dusty 
got back. Once again, it was Tawny who spied the 
strangers out on the plain. There were four of them, 
and one of them was riding Dusty's roan gelding. Tawny 
could recognize that horse easily. She beat a path to 
the house and by the time the men rode up Maude was 
standing on the porch, shotgun in hand. Dusty glanced 
at the barn and saw the barrel of the Winchester poking 
out of the hay loft door. He knew Tawny was somewhere 
with her Walker pointed at them too. Dusty split his 
face with a grin. "Afternoon, Maude. You're a sight for 
sore eyes." 

She smiled, but was looking over the other men in the 
group. "These the fellers you were talking about 
Dusty?" One was about his age, one older, and one much 
younger, probably not more than seventeen. 

Dusty got down. "Yes ma'am. This is George, and this 
old cuss here is Rupert and the kid is... well, we just 
call him Kid."

"Have them take care of their horses. Supper's on the 
stove. We can talk after the men have had a chance to 
rest up some. How was your ride?"

Dusty grinned from ear to ear. "It was all I could hope 
for. On the way here Rupert got in a card game, and he 
sort of cleaned up. There's a wagon coming behind us 
about two days, out of Silver Springs. It's loaded with 
lumber, nails and a few other things we thought might 
come in handy around here. We figure to build a 
bunkhouse first off. Until then the men can bunk in the 
barn."

Supper was a strange and interesting meal that night. 
The girls had never been around so many men at one 
time. Tawny and the Kid had eyes only for each other 
all night, and when Tawny asked if she could go for a 
walk with him, Maude glanced at Dusty. When he nodded 
she said yes. 

George and Beth seemed to connect too, but did nothing 
other than chat. Rupert ate his food, talked politely 
and then said he was tired and left for the barn. 
George mentioned he'd like to take a bath, and asked if 
they had a watering trough around the place. Beth said 
she'd show him the pond they all bathed in and the two 
of them disappeared. That left Maud, Dusty and Sandy at 
the table alone.

Sandy looked nervous. "Will my sisters be OK with those 
men?" she asked, her voice level as she stared at 
Dusty. 

"Sandy, they're safer with those men than they would be 
in the middle of town." he said. They don't know the 
whole story" he glanced at Maude "They know that the 
girls had had some experience with men, but they aren't 
to do anything that the girls don't expressly ask them 
to do. In other words, those girls are going to have to 
ASK to get any sexual attention from the men. That was 
the first ground rule we talked about."

"What about me?" she said, looking at Dusty.

"What ABOUT you?" he shot back.

"I'm the only one that's not... experienced." she said, 
as if that explained everything.

"That's right" he said. It was maddening.

"But it's not fair," she said, without thinking. He 
made her so uncomfortable that she couldn't think 
straight. "There's no one left for me." she said 
miserably. "That Rupert fellow went off to the barn 
like I wasn't even here!" a tear started to build up in 
her eye.

"Maybe it's not YOU he's interested in," said Dusty in 
a soft voice. He looked over at Maude. She mouthed "I 
caught" and patted her stomach. He winked. "Maybe 
Rupert is interested in a woman closer to his own age. 
One who has some experience. He's a widower, lost his 
wife in a blizzard. Maybe he doesn't want a young hot 
blooded, hard headed virgin." 

Maud's eyes got wide. She stood up. "I believe I'll 
just mosey down to the barn, to make sure that Mr. 
Rupert is getting settled in comfortably. I, ahhh don't 
know how long I'll be gone. Might take a while... 
moving hay around... cleaning out a stall... you know. 
Dusty, can you keep my daughter company while I'm 
gone?" she said formally.

Sandy looked up, her own eyes wide, now. She looked at 
Dusty and then, at his lap. He laughed. "Yes ma'am, I'd 
be honored to keep your daughter's company for a spell.

It was quiet for a while after her mother left. Sandy 
sat and thought. She glanced at Dusty, but he seemed to 
be very interested in some frayed edges on his shirt 
sleeve. "I can fix that for you." she blurted. He stood 
up and took the shirt off. Sandy's breath caught. She'd 
never been this close to that muscled torso before. He 
smelled of sweat and leather and... man. He handed her 
the shirt and she held it in her limp hand. She closed 
her eyes. When she had control of her breathing again 
she said "Do you really think I'm hard headed?"

"I'd have to say I do," he said softly.

She closed her eyes again. "And hot blooded?"

"I surely do hope so," he said.

When she opened her eyes his face was right in front of 
hers. He was going to kiss her! 

She let him. 

Then she let him do a lot of other things. 

It went in a whirl of emotion and feeling, most of 
which she couldn't remember, or describe if she could 
remember. He played her like an instrument, making her 
rise, and fall. When she got too loud he covered her 
mouth with his. She remembered specific things. Being 
naked with him for the first time. The feel of her 
nipple being sucked. The feeling of being stretched to 
the breaking point between her legs, but somehow 
wanting more and not less of that thing that was 
stretching her. 

There was a time when she thought the top of her head 
would come off, and her whole body felt like it was 
flying. Then there was the feeling of sudden warm 
wetness inside her, a wetness she knew was his offering 
to her, a wetness she wanted to feel over and over and 
over again. She finally came back to herself when she 
woke up and found herself embraced in his warm arms, 
cuddled in bed with him. She never wanted to get out of 
that bed.

Work started the next day. The men worked long and 
hard, and the women right alongside them. It was 
determined that the bunkhouse would be built in such a 
way that it could be converted into two dwellings, side 
by side at a later date... if needed. Initially, it 
wasn't a sure thing that they WOULD be needed. Dusty 
found out later that Maude had impressed on her 
daughters that tramps seldom found husbands. 

The girls, despite having been initiated into the joys 
of good sex, took that advice to heart. The whole bunch 
usually gathered in the big house in the evening, to 
play cards, sing songs, manufacture crafts and just 
spend time together not working. Couples seemed to 
drift off pretty regularly, but there was no sign of 
hanky panky. 

Well, not until one night late in the fall, when the 
nights were cool after a hot day in the sun. It was 
dark out, and Tawny and the Kid (whose name turned out 
to be Murgatroid, but who was still, mercifully called 
the Kid) had slipped out to take a walk, as they 
usually did. Suddenly, there came the cry of a lonesome 
coyote. 

The men, other than Dusty, paid little attention. 
Coyotes were common and no real threat to the herd. But 
the women and Dusty recognized instantly that this was 
no coyote howling. This was the sound of a Stafford 
woman having a penis-induced orgasm, a sound all of 
them had heard, or made, quite regularly in the past. 
It was coming from the barn.

"You'd think she'd have the sense to get further away 
from the house." Maude said darkly. 

Beth was standing now, her hands twitching at the dress 
she had somehow come up with when the men had arrived. 
She wore it evenings. She was breathing pretty deeply. 
"George?" she said. He looked up from the poker game he 
was in. "I believe I'd like to take the evening air. 
Would you like to go with me?" He grinned and stood up, 
the cards forgotten, face down on the floor. "I'd like 
that a lot, Miss Beth." he said. She glanced over her 
shoulder "Bring a blanket, it might be too cool." They 
went out the door holding hands.

Maude went over and picked up his cards. "Well, that 
tears it." she said, sighing.

"You gonna play his cards?" asked Rupert.

She looked down at him, over her noticeably swelling 
belly and said "You'd better hope not, and if I do 
you'd better not bet the farm." She laid the cards 
down. It was a full house, Aces over Kings. Rupert and 
Dusty stared. 

"He left a hand like that?" sighed Rupert, who loved 
dearly to play cards. "You want me to go after them 
Maude?" he said, starting to get up. 

She smiled and said "Bring a blanket. We'll go together 
and see if we can find something interesting." Dusty 
just grinned and looked at Sandy, who was blushing 
furiously.

Fifteen minutes later, while Dusty was sliding his 
stiff erection in and out of a very appreciative 
Sandy's gushing pussy, they heard, far off on the wind, 
the sound of another coyote that wasn't a coyote. 

Dusty stopped. "Your mom, or Beth?" He nudged his cock 
into her, massaging her cervix with the tip. 

"That was Beth," she sighed happily. "And I'm not far 
behind her." Her hips lurched up at him. "I'm so sorry 
I waited so long for this Dusty" she sighed.

"You know you're gonna have to marry me" he said. 

"Not unless I miss a monthly period pretty soon." she 
shot back. "I want a man that can put babies in my 
belly, like my mama." Then, as she remembered just WHO 
it was that had impregnated her mother, she laughed. 
"Yes, I'll marry you Mr. Dusty with no last name. Now, 
lets get to the baby making."

"It's Trayles, ma'am," he said, shoving it deep and 
feeling his semen begin to flow into Sandy's womb. 
"Dusty Trayles."

A traveler in those parts would have kept a pistol 
close at hand that night, and for many nights after 
that. There seemed to be a coyote problem thereabouts, 
based on all the howls that drifted across the plains.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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