Chapter 4

They left the Indian where he had fallen, taking only the knife from his belt. Logan added the dead man's horse to the collection and drove them all before him. They went straight across the plain, traveling almost due south, and made an early camp on the side of a mountain.

"I figured I'd take the pack off that horse there and drive 'em all down to the sump off yonder," he said. "Might be that you'll be wanting some time to yourself or something."

Gloria was touched at his thoughtfulness but found that there was nothing to do. She stretched a blanket over a bush, making a hasty shelter from the sun, and sat down to ponder the fate which had brought her thus far. There could be no doubt that she was much better off with Logan than with the Indian. For one thing, Logan seemed to possess somewhat more of a cultivated air than most of the rough, brawling men she had seen on the frontier. And certainly he did not seem to expect to avail himself of her body, at least not openly.

"It's just as well he doesn't," shc said to herself as she watched his herding the horses toward a small clump of greenery down on the valley floor. "The way he's built, he'd probably have a ... a cock so big it would tear me in two! That Indian was bad enough, heavens knows!"

Even though she felt a definite sense of relief at knowing that she would not be raped again, she also became aware of a gnawing undercurrent of dissatisfaction. Was it possible, she wondered, that she had become accustomed to the rough, brutal treatment she had experienced at the Indian's hands? She grimaced expressively, remembering the way his prick had felt when he had thrust it into her mouth, the heady aroma and taste, and the savage thrill she had felt when he had begun to shoot his come deep into her throat. Gloria relived that moment but then, catching herself, upbraided herself for succumbing to lewd, lustful thoughts.

You've going to have to start acting like a widow, she sternly reminded herself. But oh! How are you going to do that? You didn't even have time to learn how to begin acting like a wife!

When Logan returned he hobbled the horses and turned them out to graze. He opened the pack the Indian had thrown together and began sorting out the various items.

"How about looking through this stuff?" he asked, giving her a tender smile. "We'll be down by Boquillas village tomorrow; probably we can trade off most of it for food and stuff. You ought to look through and keep whatever you want, or what belongs to you."

She came over to the pile and looked down at the collection.

"That nickel-plated pistol, that was my husband's," she said. "Maybe I ought to keep that."

He brought out the pistol and handed it to her, together with its belt and holster. Rummaging further, he found a .44 Henry repeater which he took up and set aside.

"Always wanted me one of these," he said. "My old Spencer, she'll reach out right smartly but she don't carry but one round. That little Henry there, you can load 'er up on Sunday and shoot all week!"

"This country where we're going, is it dangerous?"

"Oh, it's about like anywhere else, I reckon: dangerous if you don't keep an eye peeled. There's some Indians and some bandidos, too, but generally you can ride around 'em if you know they're there. We won't have no trouble, I'm pretty sure of that."

"You sound as though you know what you're about."

"I've ridden over most of that country," Logan said. "One way or another, I've covered about all of it."

"What line of work are you in? I mean, can a person be a scout all his life?"

"Sure, except that scouts' lives generally ain't that long," he said with an easy chuckle. "I've done a turn or two at it but mostly I've been working with wagons and mules. Teamster, wagonboss, scouting, even done a little cowboying in my time. I've taken three wagon trains from El Paso to Chihuahua in my time.

He pulled out a food sack from his saddlebag, apologizing for the lack of variety; his menu was the same as the Indian's -- jerked meat and pinole. His food sack was as greasy and filthy as the Indian's too, Gloria noticed, but her hunger was strong enough to overcome any repugnance.

"Once we get down to Boquillas village, I'll scout around and see if I can't find somebody to sell us a home cooked meal," he promised. "Be a nice change from this stuff."

"This is what the Indian had," she said through a mouthful of meat.

"Better get used to it," he advised. "Long as we're out of a town this is going to be it till we get to Tombstone. You won't starve but then again you likely won't put on much weight either!"

They curled up in their blankets as soon as the sun had set. Gloria found it only slightly difficult to get used to sleeping alone and was grateful that he had pitched his own bedroom a discreet distance from her own. He was already up and had his blankets rolled and cinched up when she awoke the next morning.

"I'll run the horses on down to the sump," he said. "I left the food sack out there for you; you can eat and start getting ready."

They were on their way in less than an hour and spent all day riding over a level prairie. It was late afternoon when he pulled up beside her and indicated a line of mountains to the left and front of them.

"Sierra del Carmens," he said. "And right in the middle of them is the biggest canyon, almost, you ever saw. That's where the old Rio Grande cuts through. There on the other side, that's all Mexico. You just be sure and stick close to me now; we'll ride down to the river and cross. I know of a pretty little camp spot on the other side."

"We're not going to stay in ... in that village you mentioned?"

"Aw, it's just a few little adobes and huts," he said. "All of 'em so full of kids and goats and chickens you can't hardly get into 'em. We'd do better to keep to ourselves down the river a piece."

"Whatever you say," she agreed.

They came to the river, a broad but shallow stream, and crossed. Logan led the way up the bank on the south shore and came out into another grassy meadow.

"There's been many an Indian camped here," he told her. "Right nice spot. I'll gather in the stock and then I'm going in to the village. You'd better stay around here till I see what's happening in there -- might be some bandidos about, though God only knows what they'd be doing around here!"

"Er, do you think you might ask around and see if there's any soap?" Gloria asked. "I didn't have a chance to get any when ... when we left the wagon train. Frankly, I'd love to have a bath in the river!"

"Sure, I expect I can rustle up a bar or two, he said. "And I'll see if I can't find some woman to cook us up a bait of something besides pinole and jerky!"

Gloria let herself down from her horse and unsaddled while he hobbled the animals. She spread her bedroll on a level spot and sat down to await his return. He did not take long and he had a broad grin on his face when he arrived.

"We must have been living right," he exclaimed. "A family up there's barbecuing a couple of goats. And here's you a bar of soap too.

He brought out a yellow slab of homemade laundry soap. Gloria inwardly winced at the thought of subjecting her skin to its harshness but laundry soap, she told herself, was far better than no soap. She accepted it and set off for the river, where she stripped and waded out into a knee deep pool. She took her time and lathered herself thoroughly, even including her hair; when she emerged from the pool she felt immensely cleaner.

"I should have asked him if he couldn't find me a dress," she thought when she looked down at her skirt and blouse, now dusty and grimy from travel and hard usage. "Oh well, perhaps tomorrow."

"I'm going down and try some of that myself," he announced when she returned. "Ain't likely there'll be anybody to bother you so you can rest easy. I won't be gone too long."

Gloria lay back on her bedroll and tried to relax. She almost dropped off to sleep when a sound aroused her, bringing her quickly to her feet. Taking up the pistol she had put beside her bedroll, she looked about, but saw nothing. Far from being reassured, she became even more alarmed, and ran from the camp, heading toward the river. She made her way down the faint path she had earlier taken and approached the pool where she had bathed. Coming to a halt just before bursting out into the open, she peered through the willows.

Logan stood in the same pool, lathering himself briskly. His clothes lay in a pile near her. Startled to see him naked, she could not help taking in the beauty of his body. He was thickly muscled but the feature which most attracted her attention was the mammoth prick dangling from the base of his belly. It seemed that the tool stretched halfway to his knees, though she knew that this was absurd. Regardless, it was far and away the largest such instrument she had ever seen; it far surpassed Henry's cock, which had seemed enormous to her, and it also dwarfed the dead Indian's prick. As she watched, Logan took the prick in his hand and skinned it back, revealing the lavender-hued tip.

Gloria sucked in a quick breath of air; she could not help but remember doing the same thing to her late Henry and recalling the vast pleasure it had given them both. Logan lathered the prick thoroughly, rubbed the thick suds into the space behind the prick's head and worked more lather into the hair surrounding the huge tool. She saw that his balls were of a size to match the cock; she shuddered inwardly when she imagined the store of sperm they must contain.

"Oh, God, he's a stallion!" she murmured softly. "Mmm, what a man!"

She dared not burst in upon his bath and, after pausing in place, decided that she could risk going back to the camp. The sight of Logan's cock had struck a deeply responsive chord in her own body, however, and she could feel her thighs rubbing against her sensitive pussy as she trudged up the path. Finally, when she could stand the pressure no longer, she stepped off the path and wandered into a small, open space.

"I can't be doing this!" she thought as her hands pressed in upon her pussy, rubbing the inflamed slit through the thick cloth. "Just seeing him, it's made me want it so badly! Oohh, that's good, so blessed good!"

Her fingers further aroused her and before she well knew what she was doing she had seated herself upon the grass and had pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her pussy was thus exposed -- she still had no underclothing -- and she attacked it with both hands. Her fingers pressed in upon the thick, puffy lips and squeezed them together, bringing a gasp of strangled delight to her throat. She spread the lips apart, rubbed the tip of one finger over her clitoris -- it had already swollen up to an alarming size and had all the hard consistency of a pebble -- and again sighed joyously.

"I don't know what's happening to me!" she thought. "Even with that dreadful savage I felt like this! And I know that if Logan were to point to his blankets I would share them with him! Mmm, that's so good, that's what I've been needing all day!"

She thrust two fingers into the mouth of her cunt, which was already coated with a thick, warm oil, and quivered strongly. The fingers probed deep and struck a responsive nerve; she arched her broad, powerful hips upward and groaned with delight. Again she pushed the fingers hard with a quick fucking motion; again her cunt answered with a powerful thrill of utter abandon.

"All right, come out of them bushes with your hands up!" she suddenly heard a gruff, masculine voice order. "Or I'll come in and throw enough lead to make you wish you'd never been born!"

Before she could pull her hands away from her pussy and bring her skirt back down to a respectable level Logan burst into the clearing, his pistol leveled before him.

"What the ... !" he blurted out. "It's you!"

Gloria struggled up to a sitting position, blushing fiercely and averting her eyes.

"I ... I couldn't help it," she whispered. "I thought I heard someone at the camp and ... and I ran down to the river. I saw you bathing and ... well, it just came over me! I didn't mean to spy on you, or to startle you, honest I didn't!"

"Why, that's all right, ma'am," he replied. "I heard a noise in the bushes and I thought that maybe somebody was nosing around and seeing what he could steal. So I just grabbed up my clothes and came arunning!"

Gloria realized that he had not bothered to dress; he held his clothes and boots in one hand and the pistol in the other. Otherwise he was as naked as he had been when she had seen him in the pool. He realized his nudity at the same instant and started to cover his prick with the bundle of clothes. Then, seeing something in her eyes -- she was gazing at that huge tool with fascination -- he put the clothes down beside him.

"You don't have to use your fingers, you know," he murmured. "I mean, I ain't going to force it on you but ... well, if you're willing I sure am!"

He read the assent in her dark eyes and extended a hand after stuffing his pistol back into its holster. She took the hand, pulled herself up and followed him back up to the camp. He walked before her, barefooted and naked; she watched the action of his buttocks as he walked and felt her pussy growing hotter and more sensitive by the second. Even though she scolded herself for succumbing so easily to him, when her husband had not been dead a week, she knew that no power on earth could prevent her from taking him between her legs and stuffing that prick into her cunt.

"Please be gentle with me," she whispered as she removed her clothing and sat down on her bedroll. "I've never had a man as large as you -- I don't know how much damage that thing will do to me but I can't help it, I've got to have you inside me!"

"It won't be no trouble," he assured her, running his eyes over her lush, voluptuously curved body with high interest. "You'll see; it'll go in as easy as pie!"

His cock quickly rose to the horizontal, becoming even larger as the sight of her nakedness aroused him. Logan knelt between her opened thighs and she reached down to grasp him; her fingers quickly exposed the head and pulled the foreskin back taut. She groaned with happiness when she felt his warm, hard cock but the groans turned into gasps of pleasure when she rubbed the shiny, purple tip over the lips of her pussy.

"Omigod, it's so good!" she gasped. "Ooohh, it's so good!"

"You just get it planted and then we'll see if it won't slip in easy enough," he murmured. "I bet you're gonna be surprised at how easy it is!"

As he had promised, she managed to get the mouth of her cunt around the huge shaft with surprising ease. She felt herself being stretched tremendously, to be sure, but the sensations were not painful. In truth, she felt only a tremendous joy surging through her overheated loins when his cock spread the cuntal opening wide and eased inside.

"Ooohh, I'm so full!" she gasped, locking her heels together behind his thighs and lifting her hips slightly to meet his gentle but persistent thrust. "You're filling me so full of it! Mmm, it's wonderful, I never knew it could be so good!"

"Sure, you're taking it just fine," he said, reaching down to massage her right breast. "A woman built like you, she could take any kind of a cock and get a lot of good out of it!"

"Mmm, it makes me feel good to hear you say that," Gloria muttered. "I want to make it good for you; I want it to be as good for you as it is for me!"

"You'll make it plenty good," he answered. "Just relax and let your ass do the talking for you!"

Logan had a peculiar way of fucking, she quickly discovered. Instead of leaping upon her and attempting to sink the whole of his prick into her cunt at once he kept himself slightly above her, supporting all his weight on his hands and knees. Their bellies touched lightly but she had plenty of room in which to swing her hips. She held back for a moment but when he did not attempt to drive his meaty rod home she lifted her hips up to him and forced more of her cunt around his prick.

"You ... you're making me do it to you!" she panted hoarsely. "You want me to do all the work!"

"It's the kind of work nobody minds doing," he replied. "There, don't you like to reach out and grab it? Yeah, that's some kind of hip action you've got down there!"

It was true, she quickly realized. He was offering her his cock but not forcing it upon her; by keeping his unusual position and maintaining his distance, he afforded her plenty of room in which to maneuver her hips and loins and to rub her pussy against the big tool. She soon discovered that she could press the head of his cock into every corner of her tender cunt and that doing so gave her more pleasure than she had ever known before with any man.

"Oh! It's all over me inside!" she gasped. "Mmmm! It's making me want to come! Unngghh, it's tearing me up!"

"Let it come," he grunted. "Do it, honey, let your cunt go!"

Gloria fucked even harder, bearing down with all her might and gripping him as tightly as she could. His hand continued to massage her breast, working its nipple between his fingers; she quivered with delight at the multiple sensations which surged over her body. When Logan bent down and touched his lips to the nipple she felt a powerful blast of emotion loose itself deep in her cunt and cascade throughout the rest of her body.

"Agghh! Owwww!" she howled, bucking up and down. "I'm coming! You're making me come! Ooohh! Aurrgghh!"

Logan concentrated on the nipple and still refused to shove his prick deep into her cunt. He sucked the ripe, red tip up into his mouth, caressed it with his tongue, gnashed it with his teeth; Gloria's sensual spasms multiplied rapidly. Every beat of her heart, it seemed, caused another blinding flash of sexual joy to roar outward from her cunt. She continued to work her hips up and down and to shake them from side to side; by doing so, she learned, she could make the orgasmic convulsions even stronger and more violent.

"Ooohh, you're fucking me to death!" she whimpered. "My tit, you're sucking my tit off! Mmm, don't stop, don't stop doing it; I want to come forever! I want to fuck forever!"

Her climax soon ran its course, however, and nothing she could do would prolong it beyond a certain point. When she finally fell back onto the blanket, gasping and panting feverishly, she had fucked herself through a tremendous climax and had very nearly exhausted herself in the process.

"Omigod, it was never so good!" she whispered in surprised delight.

"There's still a lot more," he told her, grinning happily. "I sure do like the way you throw that ass around; it's been a long time since I've had a woman like you!"

"I'm so awful!" she blurted out. "I don't know what's come over me, honest I don't! Here I am a widow for not even a week and I'm behaving like a ... like a common whore!"

"Lady, I've run across a few of them in my time and there ain't nothing common about you," Logan grunted. "Hell, just because you're a widow that don't mean that you dry up inside, does it? I mean, you got to keep on living, keep on wanting the good things out of life."

"Mmm, this is one of the best things," she whispered happily, rubbing her cunt up and down the shaft of his prick. "And you didn't even come! Good heavens, what were you waiting for?"

"I was just enjoying the way you did it," he told her. "I always like to feel a woman come; that's one of the best parts of it. And you sure did!"

"Oohh, did I ever!" she exclaimed. "I thought it would never end! But don't you want to come?"

"Of course I do," he assured her. "And I'm gonna do it in a little while, don't you worry none about that! Unless you want me to get off you, that is."

"No! Don't you dare!" she muttered, throwing her arms around him and holding him tightly. "I want to feel you come! I love to feel a man shooting his come into me; that's one of the best parts! Oh no, I want to feel it!"

"You're gonna feel it," he promised. "Just as soon as I get some more of my cock into you, I'm gonna drill that tight little cunt of yours out and irrigate you with come!"

"My God!" she exclaimed when she had reached between them and felt his prick. "There's at least a handful of your prick outside me! I've got all that much more of it to go!"

Logan lifted himself up slightly and looked between their bodies. As she had said, there were a good four or five inches of his cock still outside her cunt's grasp. The sight of the thick, pink rod spearing into the whiskered lips of her pussy filled her with new enthusiasm and she lifted her head up to get a better view.

"I never saw anything like that before in my life!" she muttered, licking her lips with excitement. "Oohh, it's so exciting to look down there and see that big thing going in me!"

"Here, lift your butt up higher and you can see it better," he told her. "Yeah, that's the way, just bring them knees back till they're right beside your titties -- see there? How's that for a fine sight?"

By drawing her legs far back she managed to bring her pussy into clearer view. She saw the broad, flaring lips, now maroon and flushed with passion, encircling his cock. He worked the tool in and out of her for a moment, pulling it almost all the way out and then driving it deeper. She gasped with surprise when she saw the way the in-and-out action made the lips of her pussy sink and then pull out as they followed his prick's driving action.

"I always wondered what it would look like, a man going into me," she muttered. "And now I know! Mmm, it makes me hot all over!"

"I've got a mirror over in my saddlebags," he said. "Maybe sometime we can get it out so you can have a better look. I'm beginning to think you might really like that!"

"It makes me shiver all over," she whispered. "But not now, I want to keep you in me. Mmm, it feels a lot different this way!"

"Yeah, it seems to go in deeper," he agreed. And that's what you want, isn't it? To get all of it inside you?"

"That's exactly what I want! Hurry, give it all to me!"

She pulled him closer and grunted with savage, animal-like pleasure as he sank deeper into her hot, tight cunt.

"Oohh, God, it's good!" she moaned. "Am I really good for you? Do I do it right? Am I as good as other women?"

"You're as good as any woman I ever had," he told her. "And that cunt of yours, it's as tight as any I ever felt! Whooo-eee, it gets better all the time! It's not gonna be long, I can tell you that!"

"Just let it come!" she pleaded. "I'll come again when I feel your cock going off, I know I will! Mmm, that's what I want to feel, your big, hard cock shooting me full of hot come! I love it, I love it!"

Her mounting excitement transferred itself to Logan and soon he was fucking her at a furious pace. Each brutal thrust of his cock brought a whimper of agonized pleasure to her throat and an answering flurry of movement from her hips. His cock speared deep, sinking to the hilt and nosing into the mouth of her womb; she shrieked with joy when she felt the big tool nudge into the tenderest parts of her cunt. Logan pressed down upon her and ground the wiry, bristly fur surrounding the base of his prick into the lips of her pussy and her clitoris -- she whipped and jerked about in agony at the contact and scraped her clitoris against the base of his belly.

"Ooohh! Owwww! Unngghhh!" she screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me harder! Oh, my cunt, my pussy! You're fucking me to death; I'll never be able to do it again! Ugghh! Owww! You're fucking me all the way! I'm coming, I'm coming again! Shove your cock in deep and come!"

She completely lost control of herself and let her primitive, animal nature speak. Gripped by emotions and forces far more powerful than any she had ever felt before, she gave herself completely to them and threw her loins up to Logan with total, uninhibited abandon. He accepted the gift gratefully and plowed deep into her tingling cunt. His balls, heavy and packed with hot sperm, rubbed against her asshole, delivering an additional morsel of pleasure.

"Yeah, you're gonna make me shoot my nuts off!" he grunted. "Get ready, honey! Uhhh! Ahhh!"

The first spurt of scalding semen took her by surprise. It gushed into her cunt and washed over the tender tissue. She gasped with delight and gripped him even harder in an effort to get his cock deeper into her cunt. The long, swelling gusts of passion spat into her cunt and filled her with joy of a sort she had not even known existed.

"There it is!" she panted hoarsely. "You're coming now, you're making me come even more! Ooohh, it's so good, so fucking good! Don't stop; I want it to go on forever!"

Even her most heartfelt pleas could not accomplish the impossible, of course, and eventually Logan's balls were emptied of sperm. He kept his cock in her, however, and continued to rock back and forth even though he had emptied his balls.

"Ooohh, what a wonderful fuck! " Gloria exclaimed breathlessly. "I thought you were going to come forever!"

"Getting into a cunt like yours, it makes me want to do it forever," he replied. "You can really work that thing!"

"Do you think I'm so terrible?" she asked after a moment. "I mean, behaving like this with you, enjoying it so much, saying all the terrible things I said, and I've not been a widow a week?"

No, it's like I said before," he repeated, "your husband might be dead but that pussy of yours is still alive!"

"Mmm, is it ever! I'm afraid I got carried away there for a while. When I said some of the things I did, I mean.

"Huh?"

"You know, talking like a common tramp, using all those words," she said.

"Hey, there ain't nothing wrong with saying what's on your mind," he told her. "I sort of like it, in fact. You ought not to feel sorry for wanting it. I've always sort of admired women who knew what they wanted and had the gall to reach out and grab it. There's no harm in that."

"Are you sure?" she persisted. "I know that a lot of people would think I was awful but when ... when I get to feeling that certain way I can't help myself and the words just come tumbling out.

"Aw, a lot of women are that way," he said. "You know, most of the time they act like sugar wouldn't melt in their mouth, but when you get right down to business they get real excited when you start talking about 'cocks' and 'pussies' and stuff like that. I told you, I sort of like it. And I'd a lot rather you were like that than some stuckup preacher's wife!"

"Then I won't feel so badly about it," she answered. "And I'll have to admit that I get a real thrill deep down inside when I say words like 'prick' or 'cunt' to a man. Oh, this is so much better now that that Indian is gone!"

"It was pretty bad with him, I reckon."

"Ugh! It was awful! He made me ... do some things I'd never even heard about before."

"Maybe he picked up some tricks from a white woman somewhere," Logan suggested. "Some of them have some pretty wild ideas, I've heard."

"Actually the one thing he made me do which was new was something I'd thought about," she went on, feeling a strange and very strong compulsion to tell him everything. "I mean ... well, he made me do it with my mouth!"

"Hey, that's not so wild," he told her. "Lots of people do that!"

"Even ... even white people?" "Sure, and not just the common riffraff either," he said. "The first time I ever heard about it, well, it was with this lady that was a captain's wife at a little fort where I was setting up a wagon outfit. She took a shine to me and I'm here to tell you, she learned me a lot about the ways of men and women! A real, high class lady she was, from Pennsylvania. Been to finishing school and all, but she really had a fire for the men!"

"And ... and she did it to you with her mouth?" Gloria whispered, growing more excited by the minute.

"Sure did. And showed me how to do it to her too!"

"What? You mean you ... down there? With your mouth?"

"Yeah, didn't I just! I ate that little pussy of hers till she was fit to be tied! Hey, didn't you never have a man nuzzle around 'tween your legs? Honey, that's a dish fit for a king!"

"I ... I was thinking that I'd like to try that with you," she faltered. "Getting my mouth on your ... your cock, I mean."

"Great! You just swing your ass around and get on top of me," he said, "and you can feed me some of that pussy of yours. We'll eat each other till we can't either one of us see straight!"

But ... but there's all that come in me," she muttered, even though her heart raced madly at the prospect of having his face against her pussy. "I'll be a perfect mess down there!"

"Aw, a little come never hurt nobody," he said. "I couldn't rightly expect you to suck me off if I balked at licking a wet pussy, could I now? You just get squared around here, Gloria, and I'll show you what kind of a pussy muncher I am!"

"I'm dying to try it, I really am," she said as he got off her and pulled his mammoth prick from her cunt. "Nobody's ever done it to me before and I've never done it to anybody either, except for that Indian."

"Did you suck him all the way? Till he shot his nuts off, I mean?"

"Yes. At first I thought it was perfectly awful but ... well, after a little while I've got to admit that I was finding it much more exciting! But I don't think it was nearly as good as this is going to be!"

Logan showed her how to arrange herself so as to bring her pussy to bear upon his face at the same time that she was devouring his cock. The rod was still hard and was thoroughly coated with a mixture of sperm and cunt juices. A heady, sensual, musky aroma wafted up from it and she trembled with eager haste as she bent over it. The first taste confirmed her expectations: she felt a thrill of lusty anticipation run through her body as the taste and smell of the ripe, well-fucked prick inflamed her senses.

Most of Logan's come had already dripped from her cunt when she got her body poised above him. The creamy gruel had coursed between her buttocks -- she having been on her back when he had removed his prick -- and as she had shifted positions the salty cream ran down her thighs. When she got into position a thin trickle of sperm was oozing from the lips of her pussy and snaking down into the rich brush of dark brown fur surrounding the apex of those lips. He lifted his face and extended his tongue, intercepting that rivulet of semen, and lapped it eagerly.

"Ooohh, that's marvellous!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "I never knew it could be so good!"

Logan said nothing, preferring to let his lips and tongue do his talking in their own way. He worked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris, down between the lips of her pussy and into the rim of her cunt. He scoured the big lips carefully, sucked them into his mouth and gently crushed them between his teeth, drawing another ecstatic groan from her. He even lifted up his mouth and darted his tongue toward her asshole, covering it and forcing the tip into that tiny, puckered opening.

"Unngghh! Mmmmm!" she moaned.

Gloria had not wasted much time in getting her mouth around Logan's cock. She found it a very decided mouthful and 'could barely open wide enough to encompass the massive head. Once it was inside, however, it nestled against her tongue and filled her mouth very comfortably. The feel and taste of his cock, together with the knowledge that she was using her mouth as she had only moments before used her cunt, were enough to send hot flashes of sexual feeling throughout her body. These, together with Logan's use of his tongue, were enough to heat her loins rapidly and soon she felt a familiar, delicious knot of tension begin taking shape deep inside her cunt.

She quickly learned how to intensify the sensations imparted by Logan's sucking and tonguing; she tightened her buttocks into hard knots of muscle and ground the lips of her pussy against his mouth. She learned how to lift her pussy upwards and rub it back and forth, how to bring her clitoris into his chin, how to do everything that heightened her feeling and brought her closer to the climax. Then it struck -- a sudden lightning bolt of violent, agonizing joy that burst forth with almost no warning -- and she was fucking herself into his mouth as hard as possible.

"Mmm! Nnngg! Gllbb!" she groaned, never taking her mouth off his prick and continuing to suck furiously.

She was not able to make him come again but the pleasure of having his cock in her mouth was almost as good. She continued to press her pussy against his face, to revel in the way his tongue slithered deep into her cunt, until finally she could stand it no longer.

"If I do it any more I'll die!" she panted as she rolled off him and turned to fasten her lips to his. "Mmm, you've got come all over your face -- I want to kiss you now, when you're covered with your come and mine!"