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
callused 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 was 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 sank 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......OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOO
OOOOOO" 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 now a little older than
before, maybe up to twenty years.

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,
callused 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, 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 hthat 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 thereand 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.

The End 
