Chapter 7
"Hey, the trail's going this way!" Logan called out as he rode up beside Gloria.
They had left the horse trader three hours before and Gloria had fallen into something approaching a trance, a deep study which completely absorbed her. The horse had sensed that her attention was wandering and had taken it upon himself to angle off toward a distant patch of grass that looked especially promising.
"What? Oh, I was daydreaming!" Gloria said when she realized that Logan had called out to her.
"It must have been powerful interesting to get you that wrapped up in it," he suggested.
"It was -- I was thinking about you and me!"
"Oh?"
"Yes, I was thinking about how much I love feeling your lips and tongue on my pussy," she said, "and also how I love the feel of your cock sliding up my cunt. I was thinking, what a shame that I can't have both feelings at the same time! I'll bet that would be almost unbearably good."
"Hey, you're wanting a two-on-one party!" Logan exclaimed. "We need to have somebody else here for that."
"One woman and two men," Gloria mused. "It seems ... well, sort of extra lewd and sensual."
"Wouldn't have to be a second man," he told her. "A woman could do the sucking part of it just as well."
"I don't know what's coming over me," Gloria said, shaking her head in wonder. "Two weeks ago I'd have been shocked to hear myself saying the things I say all the time now but the very thought of doing anything with another woman, that would never have entered my mind!"
"And now, when you set down and think about it, you've decided that maybe it wouldn't be very bad at all," he suggested.
"You're right," she said with a rueful smile. "Tell me, Dick, am I really losing my mind? Am I turning into some kind of monster? I honestly believe that I could make love with another woman! And the thought of having two men at once, that's positively hair raising! What all could one woman and two men do together?"
"All the things that we've done by ourselves," he said. "You think about it a while and see what kind of combinations you can come up with."
"I've already thought about it," she told him. "As soon as you mentioned a third person do you know what flashed into my mind? I saw myself -- I felt myself! -- getting fucked by one and sucking another one! I actually felt the prick in my cunt and another in my mouth!"
"Or you could get one feller in your cunt and another up your ass," he said, deliberately testing her and watching for her reaction. "How's that sound to you? Or maybe you could get one in your ass and the other in your mouth; that'd work too. Or, if we had a woman with us, you might could suck my cock while she was eating your pussy. Or I could fuck your cunt, or your ass-hole, while you ate her pussy. How about that, Gloria? Think you might like to try licking out a ripe, hot pussy? Feeling a woman come in your mouth?"
"Oh, God, it's so exciting!" she groaned, shaking her head in despair. "Oh, Dick, let's get off the horses and fuck! I'm so hot, so worked up,' I think I'm going to come in my pants if I don't get your dick up my cunt!"
Logan was only too ready to satisfy that whim. They dismounted, tied their horses and undressed. Gloria stripped completely; she explained, as she whipped off her clothing, that she wanted to ride him to a climax, that a dog fashion fuck, with her trousers dropped to her knees, would not give her the complete satisfaction she wanted that time.
"I want to feel your hands on my tits," she muttered as she waited for him to complete his undressing. "I'll finger my ditty myself and fuck myself on that wonderful cock of yours! Oohh, I want it so; I want it all the way up my cunt!"
Logan spread out on the thick grass and she knelt over him, guiding his stiff cock up into place. She groaned with pleasure when the burly tool pierced the lips of her pussy and settled into the mouth of her cunt. She leaned back on him and forced his prick up into the hot, wet tunnel leading deep into her body.
"Ahhh! Talking about all that stuff, it's made me want it more than ever!" she panted. "Prick! Cock! A fucking, that's what you've made me want! I want it deep in my cunt! I'll make you come, you stallion, I'll squeeze the come out of your cock and milk your balls!"
By this time she had mounted him often enough to have a complete and consummate mastery of the superior position. She snapped her hips back and forth with energy, knowing that this was the way her cunt delivered the most stimulation to Logan's prick; it was also the way in which she most effectively excited herself. She settled down until almost all the big rod was buried in her cunt and then she reached down between her thighs so that her hands could do their work too. She fingered the lips of her pussy and pressed them hard against the iron-stiff shaft of Logan's cock; she touched her swollen clitoris, shuddering with pleasure at the contact. He reached up to grasp her big breasts in his palms and to squeeze the ruby-like nipples between his fingers.
"You're sure doing it!" he muttered. "That cunt of yours, it fits me like a glove! Come on, honey, work that thing! Shake it, work it!"
"I'm trying!" she gasped. "Ooohh, it's incredible! It's so fucking good, so good to fuck! Unngghh, I ... ahhh! Come! I'm coming! Oh, hurry up and shoot your come, Dick, I can't wait! Ahhhh!"
Her excitement had been even stronger than she had believed and she quickly reached a climax. Logan was not yet ready to come but he loyally fucked her for all she was worth. She came prodigiously but lacked the final satisfaction of feeling her lover's prick shoot come deep into her churning cunt. Her climax had hardly ended when she rolled off him and onto her back.
"Get between my legs and jack yourself off," she panted hoarsely. "I want to see you fuck yourself! And when you start coming, then you can start fucking me again and shoot off inside my cunt! Mmm, do it that way, Dick, I want to see it!"
Logan was nothing if not agreeable. He knelt between her widespread knees and grasped his prick; the tool was slippery with her pussy drip. His fist slipped up and down the shaft easily and he began masturbating at a frantic pace. Gloria leaned upward to watch; her dark eyes glittered with excitement as she watched him fistfuck.
"Mmm, just watching you is making me hot again," she cried out. "Ahh, sweet sex, I love it all! Ooohh, my pussy, it's getting tender again; I can feel another come getting ready inside my belly! Dick, I'll come again when you get inside me, I know I will!"
Her excitement and her words inflamed him with emotion and he soon had his balls tingling with anticipation. When he felt the preliminary warnings and knew that the orgasm was close at hand he guided his cock into the mouth of her cunt and shoved it home with a quick, slashing thrust. Over half the massive shaft sliced into her at once, bringing a howl of animal delight to her lips and a shudder of joy to her body.
"Aiiieee! Owwww!" she cried. "Omigod, you're ripping my cunt apart! Ooohh, get it all in, honey, fuck me deeper! Don't hold back, give it all to me, all the way in so I can feel your balls against my asshole!"
"You're getting it," he snarled, fucking as hard as he had ever fucked. "God damn, that cunt of yours is so tight it's like fucking a cherry all over again! Unngghh! I'll get it in you; you just get ready for my come!"
She did not have to wait long to get the load of scalding semen. It gushed forth like water from a powerful spring, hot and thick; she screamed wildly when the flood burst into her cunt and washed over every surface of that tender canal. Locking her legs around him and pulling him down to meet her lips, she heaved upward with her thighs and met his thrusts with corkscrew fucking movements which made her cunt grip him in a bewildering variety of ways. Logan panted and groaned as she worked her cunt around his prick and joined him in a long, shuddering orgasm.
"Now, just a little, short suck and I'll be ready to ride on," she said when they had recovered their breath. "Mmm, I can already taste that prick of yours, so wet with your come and mine! Dick, I can't imagine that I'm doing this and yet I can't conceive of ever doing anything else! Isn't that absurd of me? And once I thought I was a nice, proper young lady!"
"You're still that," he said with a short laugh. "Except that now you've learned to like fucking and sucking."
"No, I've learned to love it," she corrected him.
Logan soon pulled his prick from her cunt and brought it up her body so that she could mouth it as she masturbated. This had become almost a ritual in their lovemaking; it was a rare thing when she did not suck him clean after a rousing fuck. And always, when she took his cock into her mouth, her hands made their way down to her pussy, unless he had appropriated that juicy, tasty slit himself.
They resumed their ride after a short interlude and continued to head northwest. In late afternoon, when Logan rode up to the top of a small hill to survey the country ahead, he noticed a small pack train coming toward them.
"It ain't Indians," he said. "Looks like two people, both whites, and a couple of pack horses. Looks like we might have some company for dinner tonight."
"I'd rather have you to myself," she said fondly.
"Yeah, I'd rather it be that way too," he agreed, "but if they've come from the country where we're going then we ought to have a talk so we can see what lies ahead."
They met the travelers but discovered that one was an Apache girl. Logan identified her from a distance, uttering a grunt of bewilderment; when they got closer to the travelers they saw that the girl's hands were bound with strips of rawhide and then fastened to the horn of her saddle.
"Santos Alba, a su servicio," the man with the girl said, grinning widely and doffing his hat.
Logan introduced himself and Gloria, speaking in Spanish; he passed Gloria off as his wife again. He explained that they were traveling to Tombstone and expressed a wish to confer about the difficulties of the trail ahead. Gloria watched the Indian girl while the men talked: she had never seen an Indian woman before and she was puzzled why the girl would have her hands tied. She looked to be seventeen or eighteen and, under the grime of travel and the big bruise on her left cheek, she might have been exceedingly beautiful. She wore a pair of leggings and a voluminous skirt which would have fallen to mid-thigh had she not been astride a horse. Her eyes, large and dark, measured Gloria with interest.
"Looks like we've got company for the night," Logan said after a short conversation with Alba. "They've come from Sonora, almost, and Senor Alba's gonna tell me all about the trail."
They made a dry camp there beside the track. Alba released the Indian girl's wrists and gestured toward the pack animals; she went over to unload the packs and hobble the animals.
"She's a little skittish yet, that's why I've got to keep her tied up while we're riding," Alba explained. "Found her up in the foothills of the Sierra Madres. I know a feller down in Monterrey who'd give a pretty sack of pesos for something like her, once she's all cleaned up and made to look decent. He's got a real sweet tooth for young Indian girls, that man has. He's going to like this little wildcat!"
They lay back against their saddles as they ate their jerky and pinole. Logan produced the remnants of the mescal he had traded for in Boquillas; he and Alba shared it with gusto. The Indian girl ate readily and once, when Gloria looked over, she glanced up with a glimmering of warmth in her dark, expressive eyes. Gloria smiled tentatively and the girl returned the smile.
After they had stowed away their foodsacks, Logan said something to the girl, switching into a soft, guttural language. The Indian looked up in surprise but spoke in return. Alba's dark eyes narrowed and a grimace of disgust creased his broad, whiskered face.
"You speak their language!" he grunted. "What does she have to say?"
"I was just asking her where her tribe was, where she came from," Logan replied. "Her father's Nacho, a Chiricahua sub-chief. I've heard of that bunch; they're a tough lot."
"I found her wandering through the hills," Alba said. "No other Apaches within miles that I could see. I would appreciate it, Senor, if you would not speak to her except in Spanish. She understands that well enough."
"Can't see it was doing any harm," Logan mildly objected.
"Neither was it doing any good," Alba told him. "She is my property and I will not have it."
"I don't hold with one man owning another," Logan said. "I reckon I'll talk when I want and how I want!"
Alba snarled out an oath and reached under his coat, but Logan had anticipated the move. He drew his .44 and thumbed off a shot before Alba had even brought his own pistol into the open. Alba pitched over backward and lay crumpled, not making a sound. Gloria watched it all dumbly; it happened too quickly for her to comprehend the rapid sequence of events.
"H-h-he's dead!" she gasped.
"He'd better be," Logan drawled, punching out the empty shell and reloading. "I aimed for his gizzard and I reckon I got in a pretty good shot. But I reckon he'd have done the same to me if I hadn't got him first, so it's about even, I guess.
"But why?" she asked. "Why would he want to kill us?"
"Not us, me," Logan corrected her. "I've heard of him, it seems to me; he's been up to a good bit of mischief along the border for the past four or five years. He'd have shot me, then taken you and the Indian girl both down to Monterrey, the way I figure it. I guess he'd have gotten a real pretty price for the pair of you."
"You mean he'd have sold us? Like slaves?"
"That's about the size of it. It's just as well he made his move then. I sure wasn't liking the idea of sitting up all night and I'd sure never have closed an eye as long as he was around. And besides, I think we've just gotten ourselves a ticket to Tombstone, going first class all the way.
"Eh? What do you mean by that?" she demanded.
Logan ignored her question and directed a volley of Apache at the girl. She replied in kind, plainly grateful that Alba was now dead. Logan listened carefully. His face gradually broke out into a broad smile and when he turned back to Gloria, she could see the elation in his eyes.
"I couldn't have wished for anything better," he crowed happily. "Listen to this. Nacho's her daddy, like I said, and he's some kind of power amongst them Chin-cahuas. But she got married last year, took up with a young buck named Bravo. Seems that Bravo and her, they fell in with a hunting party and headed off down into the Sierra Madres, down in Mexico. They met up with a band of Warm Springs Apaches there and settled down to winter.
"Well, this Bravo, he didn't prove to be quite the buck that Lita -- which is her name, by the way -- had expected and she wasn't getting nearly the amount of loving she wanted or needed. Instead of slipping off into the bushes with some other buck, the way a dissatisfied wife would generally do, she started making time with a young girl who'd been made a widow. Yeah, them two Indian girls was sucking each other to a faretheewell' So old Bravo, he waltzes into the midst of 'em one afternoon when they was sucking up a storm and it just about wrecked him to see his own wife eating another woman's pussy and getting her own slit tongued. out at the same time!"
"Good heavens!" Gloria exclaimed. "I didn't know Indian women did that!"
"It's kinda rare amongst the Apaches," Logan said, "but I've heard of a case or two. Anyway, it put them Apaches up a stump. If a wife's caught screwing another man, they'll cut her nose off and turn her into a kind of slave. But they just flat didn't know what to do with a case like that, so they turned Lita out, sent her off and had done with her. She was trying to get back to Chiricahua country when Alba surprised her one morning."
"But how is this going to be to our advantage?" Gloria asked.
"Easy. First, she already knows the country," Logan explained. "And you just can't beat an Apache, man or woman, for knowing the lay of the land. She can guide us to all the waterholes, help us avoid company we don't want. And the second thing is, should we stumble across some Apaches, she might could stand up for us and tell em how we kept her from being sold for a whore. I got a feeling that she just might be worth a whole lot to us. She can guide us toward Tombstone and then we'll give her a hand back to her own people."
"I see," Gloria said with a nod of approval. "In other words, we'll be doing her a favor and protecting ourselves as well!"
"That's about the size of it," Logan said. "Now I reckon I'd better see about burying our bad man here."
There were no shovels in their equipment so he had to be satisfied with dropping Alba's body in a gully and piling stones over the corpse. He rifled the man's pockets, finding a small bag of gold coins and another of gold dust, which he added to their collection of valuables and appropriated Alba's pistol and knife. When he rejoined the two women he presented Lita with the pistol and knife. She strapped the big Colt around her waist, settled the knife into the beaded sheath at her hip and smiled happily.
"She says she's a real pistolero now," Logan explained after she had made a short speech. "I think we've convinced her that we're going to help her. I'll tell her what's on our mind."
He explained their intent to the girl, who listened quietly and nodded happily when he had finished. She returned the volley of guttural Apache.
"She says she'll guide us and if we can get into Chincahua country she'll make sure that Nacho treats us like kings," Logan explained. "We won't have to worry about her none!"
Neither Gloria nor Logan felt in the mood for sensual endeavors that night and they soon curled up in their blankets, Lita at their side. The sudden death, the explosion of violence, had altered their sensibilities and they were in no mood for levity, not even of the sensual kind they had grown to love so well. They set out early the next morning and added Alba's pack horses and saddle horses to their own.
"We meet up with some Apaches that don't want to fight, we could use them for trading or presents," Logan explained.
He began giving them both lessons in Spanish as they rode. Lita's command of the language was as limited as Gloria's, but they faithfully repeated the words he taught them. In midafternoon they came upon a small creek. Finding a deep pool in one portion, they decided to make camp there and avail themselves of the opportunity for a good wash. Lita threw off her smock without a trace of shame, displaying a pair of exquisitely sculpted breasts which Gloria found herself envying. They were small but as firm as apples; the nipples were dark brown cones sitting atop large maroon circles that covered nearly all the breast. The leggings came up almost to the tops of her thighs and looped over a thong circling her waist. A small patch of jet black hair, almost straight, covered her pussy.
"They ain't much for covering up," Logan said as he watched with frank interest. "Indians figure that nature made 'em that way so they shouldn't be ashamed of it."
Gloria undressed too and, strangely enough, found that she did not mind exhibiting her naked body in front of a stranger. Lita's eyes grew big and round with curiosity when she saw the big breasts swinging from Gloria's ribcage; she had never seen a white woman before and obviously she found the experience very interesting. When Gloria reached into a saddlebag and brought out the bar of laundry soap they had acquired in Boquillas, Lita's dark eyes glowed with appreciation. Logan also stripped and they walked down to the pool together.
"I think she's rather taken with that cock of yours, Gloria told him as they waded into the pool. "So I guess she hasn't entirely given up the hope of making love with men!"
"She was giving you the eye pretty good too," Logan pointed out. "I'd bet that she'd be glad to head in between your legs without much encouragement!"
Gloria blushed at that, but she could not get the thought out of her mind. When she imagined the Indian girl's lips roaming over her belly and thighs, firing her cunt with rabid desire as Logan loved to do, and then proceeding to the highly inflamed slit and lapping up the moist oils from the juicy furrow, she quivered with delight. When she lathered her loins and ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy they responded with strong signals of readiness. The feeling of eagerness mounted even higher when she saw Lita squat in the shallows, lather her pussy into a rich foam, and then begin working the suds into the mouth of her cunt with two fingers. The girl washed herself thoroughly and then sank lower in the water, rinsing off the soap and allowing it to wash up into her cunt, which she held open with the two fingers. She looked up at Gloria and Logan and muttered a phrase in her native tongue. Logan chuckled appreciatively and turned to Gloria.
"She says she's trying to get rid of all of Alba's come," he said. "Seems he wanted to test her out before he got her down to Monterrey. She didn't like it a bit, even though it had been weeks since she'd had a fuck with anything but her tamer.
"Her what?" Gloria asked.
"Oh, it's a little gadget a lot of Apache women use, he explained. "They call it the 'woman tamer.' It's just a strip or two of rawhide, braided together with a knot in the end. It looks sort of like a prick and they use it on themselves when they ain't getting enough from their men. Get one of them up you and you can have a wild time of it for sure!"
"My God, you make her sound almost as bad as me!" Gloria exclaimed. "I believe that you have a positive talent for finding the most depraved, immoral women in the whole world, Dick Logan!"
"If half of what she told me is true," he said, "then she might be in a class with you, I'll agree with that much of what you said!"
"Do you know, this might turn out to be a very interesting trip," Gloria murmured thoughtfully. "You're member when we were talking about a third party? Someone else to help us do all those things that made me so excited? I was assuming that the third person would be a man but now I'm beginning to alter my thinking! I wonder if she'd want to cooperate with us in making some of those dreams come true?"
"I know a good way to find out," he said, and he launched off into another harangue in Apache.
Gloria's barely suppressed excitement had transmitted itself to Logan and, as he talked to the girl, his prick began to lengthen and swell. Gloria watched the tool transform itself and gather sensual strength; her own pussy throbbed and ached unmercifully as she watched him get harder and bigger. Unable to restrain herself, she waded closer to him and began caressing the big tool. Her hand caught on the foreskin and she lathered him thoroughly, making it much easier to slide her fist up and down the prick's swelling shaft. Logan continued to talk with Lita while Gloria fistfucked him into a huge erection. Lita's black eyes were riveted to his cock and it was plain to see that she too was becoming more and more affected by the display of blatant, raw sexuality. When she and Logan had finished their dialogue his cock stood out proudly and had reached its full, immense length and girth.
"She says that she's had plenty of fucks with men and that she's gotten real fond of eating pussy," Logan interpreted, "but never both at the same time. She's all for giving it a try, though; she says she'd really love to try sucking a white woman's pussy! So I guess you've got yourself a partner if you're really interested in trying it out!"
"My God, it's actually happening!" Gloria muttered.
All those things we talked about, they're coming true! Oh, Dick, I'm so excited I don't know what to do! Mmm, I want to fuck and suck and do everything all at once!"
"We've got lots of time," he told her. "And I think she's about like you -- she's ready to try almost anything. Suppose we get all this soap off'n us and get up on the blankets? We'll just spend the afternoon here and see what all kinds of mischief we can get into!"
Gloria felt a small tug at her heart when she realized that she would in effect be sharing her man with another woman. But then she told herself that Logan was not "her" man, that they were only traveling companions and had made no permanent arrangements.
"I can see that I'm going to have to share you," she said, "but curiously enough that doesn't bother me so much. Odd; I'd have been mad with jealousy if Henry had so much as looked at another woman! Now, on the other hand, I can imagine you fucking her, shooting come into her cunt, and I think I'd actually' revel in sucking you after you'd taken your cock out of her! Mmm, or maybe if I were to lick your come out of her pussy! My God, Dick, I think I could do almost anything! Would you ask her if she'd like to suck my pussy? I think I'd like that, especially if you were to fuck me in the mouth at the same time! Oohh, what a wild, wonderful idea!"
Logan put the question to Lita and got a decided grunt of approval from her. She added a few phrases in Apache and Logan laughed with delight.
She says she'd love to suck you off," he said, "and shell show you how to use her tamer too. Looks like you've made yourself a new friend!"
Gloria went over to Lita, tentative but determined; they embraced and kissed. Lita's trim, almost boyish figure was a dramatic contrast to Gloria's voluptuous opulence. She was short and the top of her head barely came up to Gloria's shoulder. By flexing her knees only slightly Lita was able to get her lips onto Gloria's nipples and she began kissing the fiery cones into even more fervent life.
"Omigod, she's really making me hot!" Gloria marveled. "Mmm, I can feel my pussy throbbing; when she starts sucking me I'll come right off, I know I'll come right away!"
She lowered herself to the blanket and Lita followed her down. The Indian girl slowly worked her lips from Gloria's breasts down to her belly, then lower still. She kissed her way around the patch of curly brown hair and covered Gloria's thighs with wet, smacking kisses. Gloria writhed about on the blanket, obviously ready to be eaten. Logan knelt at her head and offered her the head of his cock; she readily accepted it and began sucking at a furious pace. Lita looked up in surprise and uttered a question. Logan gave a short reply and laughed.
"She wanted to know if I was really going to fuck you in the mouth," he said. "She's never heard of doing it this way. I told her that you were, that you really liked the taste of come.
"Mmm-mmm!" Gloria enthusiastically grunted.
Lita watched her suck Logan's prick for a moment and then bent her face down between Gloria's thighs. She put her lips to the woman's pussy, already dripping wet and flame-hot with lusty fever, and sucked up the loose flesh. Her teeth closed over the lips of Gloria's pussy and gently bit the highly inflamed flaps, bringing convulsive grunts and explosive hip movements to the woman's body.
"Agghh! She's sucking my cunt out!" Gloria cried out, temporarily releasing her grasp of Logan's cock and tossing her head from side to side as the feeling mounted higher in her loins. "She's tonguing me so deep I can't hold it back; I've got to come! Owwww! Aiiieee!"
Logan watched in wonder as Lita sucked the climax from her cunt. Gloria reached down to press the girl's head tighter against her pussy and she began humping her loins into the girl's face with quick, jerky motions. She grunted loudly and clenched her thighs around Lita's head.
"Unngghh! Oooohh! She's fucking me with her tongue; she's got it in my cunt, in my asshole; she's all over me! Owww, she's biting my clitty! Ahhh! I'm coming, I'm coming now! I can't stop coming; she's making me come all over and Ill never stop coming!"
Gloria was flinging her head from side to side in her deep agony and Logan dared not try putting his cock back into her mouth under those conditions. He contented himself with watching Lita suck her into a long, howling climax. When the storms had at last worked their way out of her cunt she fell back with a hearty sigh. Lita, greedy and determined, continued to lick and suck at her exhausted pussy.
"Ooohh, stop, I can't take it any more," Gloria whimpered, reaching down to pull the girl's head up. "Lie next to me, darling; let me kiss my cunt and come off your lips! Mmm, you're covered with it!"
Lita's handsome face was indeed covered with her climactic juices and Gloria kissed her hungrily. They continued to kiss and rub their bodies against each other and gradually Gloria felt her desire awakening anew. She moved down slightly, enough to bring her lips to bear on the girl's breasts; Lita was only too willing to thrust one of the firm, hot-tipped mounds into her mouth. At the same time Gloria darted a hand between the girl's thighs and began manipulating the lips of her pussy.
"Wah-ki-toh!" Lita sighed, arching her back so as to press her pussy even harder against Gloria's hand.
"She says that's good," Logan muttered. "She likes the way you fingerfuck!"
"Mmm, I only hope I can eat pussy well enough to please her," Gloria panted. "But I suppose if I do to her what you do to me, that ought to do the trick, wouldn't you think?"
"I don't see why not," Logan said. "Why don't you bend over her and get started? I'll see if I can't work my cock into that cunt of yours!"
"Ahh, to be fucked while I'm getting my first taste of pussy," Gloria said with relish. "That's enough to guarantee that I'll love it! All right, Dick, as soon as I get between her legs you shove that cock up my cunt -- we'll have it every way possible!"
He explained to Lita what he intended doing and the girl flashed him a lewd, excited grin. When Gloria knelt between her thighs, the Indian swung her legs high, lifting them and pulling them back until her knees were rubbing into her nipples. This elevated her rump and brought her pussy into full view. It was a small-lipped organ, exquisitely shaped and dark with lusty passion. Traces of wetness glinted in the small, petal-like lips. Gloria sniffed the slit, inhaling deeply, and found that the scent of fresh, hot pussy was extremely invigorating. When she bent forward and touched her lips to the hot gash she moaned with pleasure, just as did Lita.
"Looks like she's prime meat," Logan said as he got behind her and pointed the head of his cock up into her pussy. "I swear, I'm sure glad I don't have to make a choice between the two of you! It's nice being able to have both."
He shoved inward and easily pierced the ring of muscle guarding the entrance to Gloria's hot cunt. The sucking she had received from Lita had satisfied her temporarily but, since the Indian's tongue had not been able to penetrate very far, the canal's walls were somewhat swollen together. Logan grunted with pleasure at the extra tightness this imparted to her cunt and began fucking with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Gloria sobbed out an oath, muffled against Lita's pussy, and buried her head even more fervently against the hot, juicy slit nestled against her mouth.
Lita grasped the back of her knees and began rocking back and forth slightly, enough to move her pussy up and down against Gloria's mouth. Gloria shot her tongue deep into the girl's cunt, bringing a gasp of savage pleasure and a muttered phrase in Apache to the girl's lips.
She flicked her tongue over the proffered clitoris, evoking another volley of the guttural language, but when she altered the angle of her head a trifle and licked over the girl's asshole her effort brought a longer speech. Though it was all unintelligible to Gloria, the tone was unmistakable: Lita had a highly sensitive anus and loved having it stimulated!
"She says she always tried to get her girlfriends to lick her on the asshole but they wouldn't," Logan interpreted as he continued to fuck with the same deliberate pace. "And she's always wanted some man to fuck her in the ass, too, but the Apaches think that's bad medicine. Maybe I'll have to show her how wrong they really were! But that'll come after I've fucked this cunt of yours, honey; it's better fucking now than it's ever been!"
Gloria leaned back against him and answered with a grinding, twisting of her hips that brought the lips of her pussy up flush against his pubic area. She continued to suck Lita's pussy with complete dedication and considerable skill, considering that she had never given herself over to that work before. The Indian girl was coming; her cunt churned out a steady flow of sweet, musky oils, heated almost to the boiling point by her high degree of arousal, and Gloria sucked them up hungrily.
"Eeekk-lo-wahhh!" Lita moaned deliriously.
Logan set himself for one last surge and plunged deep into Gloria's hot, waiting cunt. He pounded his cock home and held her tightly against him as his balls finally released their pent-up sperm; the hot geyser burst deep inside her cunt and saturated her womb with his creamy spray. The squirting stream of come, powerful as ever and totally sensual, inspired Gloria's tongue and lips into one final flurry of activity. She finished up by lavishing hot kisses and long strokes of her tongue upon the Indian girl's pussy and cunt, a display that brought further shouts of abandoned joy to Lita's lips.