Chapter 7

That night, when we returned, I wrote Pete about my stay so far and especially about my dispatching that doctor do-gooder's son.

The next day after breakfast, Four Lips said she would ride with me to the general store to mail the letter. Four Lips was closer to my age and somewhat easier to talk to than her sister was. "In two days it will be night of full moon. My father says you will learn of our old ways," she said, as we walked our mounts up the trail.

My rear was still a little sore from Silver Sam's big whang, and yesterday's bout with that college kid didn't help matters any! I was glad she wasn't in a galloping mood. "Yes, that's what he says." I replied.

"My sister Minnie Ha Ha, says you really like sex! Did she take you to meet her pet wolf, Likki."

"Uhhuh, he sure is nice."

"And fast, too!"

"I know how you like oral sex, did you ever have it with an animal?" I asked, thinking of her sister and Likki.

"Many times! After we mail your letter, we'll ride over to High Mesa Pass. I keep a wild burro over there." She said, smiling.

I wondered what pets Moon Flower and the others must have? Ben, I knew, had to use a mare for that long rod of his. Maybe Arizona, she seemed docile enough.

We mailed the letter and set out at a canter. The air was still cool and fresh, and to the far north, a scattering of clouds drifted lazily. "The air smell like rain." Four Lips said.

"Rain? There isn't a dark cloud in the sky!"

"I know, but I smell it. It will rain today." She insisted.

I hoped she was wrong. I hated to be caught out in the elements with no place to go. I wasn't dressed for any ride in the rain. This High Mesa Pass was a long way from home and I soon found out it was high.

We sat atop the flat mesa and looked back the way we had come. There were so many hills, trees, and huge rocks that it made me feel like I was in another world. "Sweet Boy stays over there near those old cliff dwellings. Come, when I whistle he will show himself." Four Lips said.

I followed her lead, and sure enough, a small, gray burro trotted out from between some desert bushes. He saw us and brayed loudly. "He's cute!" I said.

"Sweet Boy only-likes girls. He won't come out if a man is with me."

"How does he get any water, way up here?" I asked.

"He goes down to a spring that is on the other side of this cliff. Come on, we'll ride over to the old house he is staying in." Four Lips said.

The old rock dwellings had once been part of an Indian village. We dismounted, and almost at once Sweet Boy nuzzled my valley. "He-likes your smell! See his tail swish!" Four lips said, laughing.

"I hope he doesn't like it too good, he's got some mighty big teeth!" I said, watching his lips closely. He was cute, but as he sniffed, his super, king-sized organ slid out of its protective sheath. All at once I remembered another place, and a friend walking a full-grown horse into me. I shuddered!

"What's the matter? You don't like to have sex with my Sweet Boy?"

"Not especially. I had a horse once, and it damned near killed me! Dogs, wolves, and the lesser animals are OK, but these big hung ones are too much for me! I'll grant you it looks good, but hell, your old man is almost more than I can handle!"

"Oh, Sweet Boy doesn't screw me! I have oral love with him! That is how he got his name; he is one sweet boy!"

"Oh, really? Sweeter than Ben?"

"Lots sweeter!" She said, reaching under his belly and fondling him.

This was one time I wished I had brought my camera along. Pete probably wouldn't believe me, even if he had seen Flora take on Duke that way. Duke was only a dog.

When Sweet Bov had his organ all the way out and brick hard, she dropped to her knees and crawled under him. I watched in utter fascination! What Pete always said was true: 'people will do anvthing!' But not me. I draw the line on oral copulation with animals. Hell, there's too many good men around to have to do that!

After she had finished with her pet, we rode back, and reached the house by noon. Laughing Waters was glad to see us and had us sit right down to lunch. I was starved, but I could not see how Four Lips could be; Sweet Boy must have come a gallon! After eating a lunch of fried ham, mashed potatoes, turnips, green peas, green beans, boiled chunko root, creamed owl, and fresh hoe cakes, I was stuffed! I could just see myself gaining pounds upon pounds! Would Pete like me fat? I'd have to exercise like hell to lose it all when I returned to Carmel.

I sat out on the shady porch, drinking my coffee and smoking a cigarette. Boy, these Indians sure did eat! No wonder all of their squaws are so fat. Four Lips, Moon Flower, Minnie Ha Ha and Laughing Waters came out and joined me.

"See, it's starting to rain!" Four Lips said, and sure enough a few light drops were falling.

The sky had gotten darker while we were eating. "Good thing we returned when we did." I commented. I felt like taking a nap, so I excused myself and said, "Laughing Waters, your wonderful meal and this warm rain, is putting me to sleep. If you girls don't mind, I think I'll take a nap."

"Thank you." Laughing Waters said, beaming at my compliment.

"By the way, where is the Chief?" I asked.

"He around. He talk to man from movie company." Laughing Waters answered.

"Movie company?" I said.

"Yes, Daddy is going to let them make a special movie of the fertility rites." Moon Flower replied.

"Oh, great! And I'm to be in that?"

"We all are! Daddy, too!" Minnie Ha Ha said, smiling.

"Well, I'll talk about it later. Right now, I need that nap." I said, and left.

In my room, I peeled off my shorts and blouse and stretched out naked on the cool sheet. I dropped off almost at once. I thought I had slept a long time, because of the darkness of the room, but by the dial of my travel alarm clock I had only been asleep for a half an hour. I wondered why I awoke? I do that sometimes if someone is looking at me, but I was alone in my room.

"Ha!" I said, aloud to myself. I had forgotten about those mirrors. After that first day, when I had felt eyes on me, I had intended to ferret out the spot behind them, but I had forgotten it. Now, again, someone was staring at me. .

Slowly I slid from the bed, stretching. I undulated to the dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a thin, black lace garter belt. Facing the mirrors, I wriggled into it. I selected a small spray can of Mon Cheri Cologne and shot a fine mist over my black-haired mons, under my arms, and through the crack between my buttocks; then casually I opened a vanity drawer and took out some dark, fine mesh hose. I sat on the accompanying stool and pulled them on seductively. I knew someone was getting quite a show! Maybe this was my 'screen test.'

After hooking my hose up and smoothing them out, I pulled out an up-lift bra. Actually it didn't cover anything; my big boobs just lay on its shelf-like supports. I stood up, viewed myself in the mirror; my big boobs stuck out in front, my rear jutted the other way. So round, so firm, so fully packed!

I wondered what Pete would say about my being in a sex-packed movie? No doubt, I'd be the star attraction. The idea gave me a pang of sexual gratification, just thinking about all of the men who would be ogling my naked antics and pulling on their hard organs, their tongues lolling!

I looked over my dresses; four to be exact. Ben had been in such a hurry, that I did not take any more. I had wondered where he got his money. I hadn't believed his tale about his people renting Yosemite to the government. Maybe he thought I was a descendant of the guy who bought the Brooklyn Bridge. Before I went to work for Pete, I might have believed him, but now, though I looked and acted like a dumb chick, I wasn't!

Those eyes burned right through me as the thought ran through my mind, that maybe Ben had made many a movie of his sexy family and friends. "Hey!" I blurted aloud, as the immediate thought struck me. That was probably the reason he had wanted me in the first place! His asking for Pete was only a front! I racked my brain over the things that had been talked of when I was posing for those lurid shutter fiends in Southern California, but could not recall any mention of an Indian Chief who was in the pornography racket. Of course, the bovs could have talked to him anytime I wasn't around, or even after I had left to go north. Being in a strictly pornographic movie was no big thrill, I had already been down that road, but being a star of a grade 'B' or 'C, with a plot to it, no matter how mediocre would be a thrill.

What would Ben receive for that? No wonder he could afford to pay me for having a good time! And we pale-faces thought the Indians had stopped scalping people! I could still feel those hot eyes on me; I knew someone was getting their kicks!

With no further ado, I pulled on a mini-sheath of sky-blue nylon. This particularly snug number, left almost nothing to the imagination. Looking in the mirror, I could see my nipple lumps; they were real, not rubber!

No one was in the living room, so I strode on out to the porch. No one was there either. The rain was still coming down at a steady drizzle. I sat down on the rustic looking, but well-padded chaise lounge and leaned back.

I had no sooner lit up a cigarette, then Ben and a stranger walked out of the house. I never bothered to lower my bent-up, left leg, so I knew that both of them could see the tannish underside of my thigh and one black garter strap as it bit into the flesh. "Why, hello, Ben." I said, in as seductive a voice as I knew how.

He and the tall, gray-haired stranger swallowed hard. And speaking of hard, so were their flys. "Uh ... Doctor ... uh, Miss Kitty ... uh, this Ken Mann, from Flyby Knight Movie Company. He to make movie of Fertility Rite." Ben said, sitting down on my left and scooting his chair around so that he faced me at the best angle for seeing into my skirt.

"Glad to know you, I'm sure." I said to Ken, in the voice of a dumb blonde.

He gulped, smiled, and did as Ben did, only on my right. His big blue eyes were staring hard at my slightly exposed valley hair. My whole right leg was exposed. I knew, that no matter how many women these men had seen, I was definitely giving them a hard! "Same to you, I'm sure!" Ken blurted, licking his fat, pudgy lips. He was a big, broad man of at least fifty years.

"So, you're gonna make a movie. Who's the hero and heroine?" I asked, dropping my left leg and raising my right. Now it was Ben's turn to stare.

"Well, the Chief here, will play the lead, and you ... we thought, could be billed as Princess Biedron-ka of the warring Yakk Indians. It's a tribe far to the south. These Yakks are all dead now, but at one time they were big believers in snake lore ... uh, you ain't afraid of snakes, are you?" Ken asked.

"Uh, well, I'm no connoisseur of the things, but I'm not actually afraid of them. Let's just say, they go their way and I go mine? Why?" I replied, and lifted both legs now. I felt the cool draft on my exposed, hot, valley lips and they both took in the view.

"Uh, well ... this princess in the script is supposed to carry an over-grown Rose Boa around as a pet ... and by the way, Biedronka is Polish for Lady Bird, but not ten people in a hundred know Polish. It goes good with the script ... and ... well, I wrote the script. My whole name is Mannawin-kowski. Its Polish."

"Hmmmmmm, a Polock writing Westerns. Sounds like a good combination, like me trying to write Roman history!"

"Aw, come on! I'm a good writer! You ain't heard the rest of it yet," he said as he gazed longingly at my breasts and thighs.

"I'm not too sure I want to ... but I do want to hear how much this all pays ... hummmmmm, Ben?" L said, and swung my up-raised, bent legs his way. You could have knocked his eyes off with a stick!

"Uh ... you ... one paleface that drive hard bargain!" He blurted, staring open-mouthed at my inviting vulva lips.

"Really?" I said, then swiveled Ken's way. He gulped, his mouth popped open, and I thought he'd lose his false teeth. "Watch them China clippers, honey!" I said, smiling. "My, you shouldn't be so astonished at seeing this, after staring at me while I dressed." I added, and swung a leg down on both sides of the long chair. My whole pussy stuck out now and was slightly open. If he would have said: 'Duhh!' I wouldn't have batted an eye.

"She's not so dumb, Ben ... not as dumb as that last one was." Ken wheezed. He spoke directly at me, because my one winking, pink eye had him mesmerized.

"This I know, but Doctor Sexanna have much better body!"

"Yeh. and a finger lickin' good snatch, too!" Ken said, still in his trance.

"Really? Kiss it, Kenny boy ... put your mouth where your eyes are ... give me some action! I like a doer, not a talker!" I breathed heavily, leaning back and lifting my feet to just rest my heels on the lounge edge, my spread knees bent out.

"Oh god!" Mamma Maria! May the saints preserve me! This I just gotta do!" He cried, falling to his knees and crawling up the lounge. His long tie and immaculate suit were forgotten. He gathered up my hot, buttock cheeks at the same time he buried his head in my beckoning slit.

"Ummmmmm!" I cooed, lifting to help him. His stiff tongue lapped me inside, while his fat lips pulled on my erect, throbbing clitoris! "Kenny baby ... oh, Kenny baby . , . eat it up, love! Eat it up!" I cried, now gripping his gray head and holding him in to me. Jesus, but it felt good! I couldn't keep from squirming. I lifted my legs up and rested them on his shoulders. His big hands caressed the backs of my thighs. If he was like some men, the raspy nylon feel against his head was driving him mad, too! I know his tongue and lips were setting me off! "Oh, oh, oh!" I gasped, raising up just as I came. "Kenny baby, stop! Leave some for Ben!" I cried. Reluctantly, he complied.

"Goddamn, I could eat that sweet thing all day and all night, too!" He sighed, licking off his big, red lips, as he backed out and off of the lounge.

"Ready, Benny honey?" I cooed.

"Not now! Me got to think."

"Think? Of what?"

"Money!"

"My money?"

"Yes!"

"What's there to think' of? You told me you'd pay me to come up here and learn your ways. So, I'm learning. My standard fee for a house call is a hundred, but that only takes an hour or so."

"Me know. I already give you three ... how you like five more? OK?"

"Say seven and it's a deal. Don't forget, a thousand is only ten patients for me, and not over five days play ... uh, work." I said, smiling sweetly.

"Please, Doc honey ... close your legs ... I can't think." Ken said, still looking at the spot he had just vacated.

"Sorry 'bout that!" I replied, and closed my legs.

"OK ... you win! Paleface always win!" Ben said.

I laughed. "Yes, for now; but tonight ... well, we'll see."