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.

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   Love on The Range

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   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 to approach 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 laying 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.  "Lets 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,
shock 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.

  
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   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 hardon 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 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.

   "Ohhhhhhhhh.....Ohhhhh....OOOHHHH......OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO"
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. 
"OOOHHHHWAAAAAAAAAAA" 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, unconcious, half out of the bed.  She'd heard her sister
screaming and had tried to come help.

  
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*****

   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, 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 "AAAHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH".  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 babeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." 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.


   
