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|Introduction: A bounty hunter chases an old nemesis.|
A Dirty Western 4 – Jack Stanton TAKES a wife
A bounty hunter chases an old nemesis.
Taggert rode silently on the mustang without worrying where he was going. The trail that Comanche Joe had left was so obvious even the bounty hunter’s mount needed no prodding to follow it. It had to be the most boring three days of his entire life with nothing to do but plod along slowly and follow the trader and his mules.
To make matters worse, Joe had tried to lose the big man on several occasions, making the trip even longer. It wasn’t as if Taggert couldn’t find the trail without a problem, but with Lomasi with him, he didn’t have to try. Had it not been for her alleviating his boredom, there may have been a dead trader along the road and a new plan to get Tom Davis.
Lomasi would disappear from view for a while before returning to walk beside his horse without a sound. He knew she was scouting the area around them but so far there hadn’t been anything of interest to relay back. During the slow ride up the trail he had been distracted by her still bare ass, since he had cut up her pants as a means to tie her when they first met.
He never seemed to tire of looking at her bare butt and if she realized what was going on, Lomasi never said a word. With only her moccasins and see through chest plate of bones and feathers, Taggert had plenty to look at and time to stop on occasion to enjoy her as well.
She spoke Hopi, Comanche, Apache, and Comanche Joe had taught her English when she was with him. Taggert was impressed with her ability to learn and was becoming more intrigued with her as they continued on their way.
He had become so accustomed to Lomasi’s coming and going that he almost missed the bird call that was meant to warn him. Trying not to tip his hand, Taggert surveyed his surrounding as the mare plodded along the trail. Due south he made out a wisp of dust that seemed continuous, an indication that someone was headed his way. It took almost an hour before the ragged figure on a weary horse, picked their way across the rocky terrain to within shouting distance.
“Hello!” the thin man croaked. Taggert held his rifle low and out of sight, but the hammer was already cocked and his finger on the trigger.
“Hello yourself,” he called back. The stranger kicked his horse lightly in the ribs and began moving closer to Taggert’s position. The mustang pricked her ears, but stood quietly as they were approached. It wasn’t until there was less than thirty feet between them that Taggert saw the badge pinned on the dusty vest the man was wearing.
“Sorry to ride up on you like this,” the man said. His leathery face hinted at the time he had been in the sun. He looked worn down to the point that it would take more than one good night’s sleep to get the color back in his face. “I’m Sheriff Randall from Victoria.”
“Victoria?” Taggert mused, “you’re way hell and gone from that area.”
“Yep,” the lawman pulled his canteen from the saddle and took a long swig. “Been chasing an outlaw for over a week now. He kidnapped a married woman in town and took off with her.”
“You aim to take him on all by yourself?” Taggert queried.
“Had a posse when I started out,” Randall said, “but they’re working men and had to go back to town after the first few days. I’m all that’s left, and I think I lost his trail.”
Taggert nodded but offered no reply.
“You haven’t seen a big fella riding a grulla mare have you? He has a woman, handsome like, with blonde hair. He goes by the name Jack Stanton.”
“No,” Taggert replied shortly, “haven’t seen anyone like that out here.” The sheriff looked carefully at the big man as if gauging his reaction.
“Been riding this area long?” the lawman asked. His instincts had kicked in, and he felt something was amiss with this stranger.
Taggert’s smile became deadly, and he sat silently staring into the eyes of the other man. He wanted no trouble, especially with the law, but he had seen his share of crooked sheriffs. Finally, Randall looked away and turned his horse north.
“Guess I’ll keep tracking a few days until I either pick the trail up or lose hope of finding it. There is a reward if you happen to see him.”
“Reward?” Taggert’s head snapped around as the sheriff now had his full attention. “What kind of reward?”
Randall pulled his horse up short and smiled. He had read the bigger man correctly as a bounty hunter. “$1000 for the return of the woman alive and unharmed.”
“What do you mean by unharmed?” Taggert asked.
“All her fingers and toes,” the sheriff replied flatly, “no one expects she hasn’t been well fucked by now.”
“What about Stanton?”
“Dead or alive he’s worth $400,” the sheriff said, “We don’t care how he comes back.”
“I’ll keep my eyes open,” Taggert said.
“I’m sure you will,” Randall smiled. He gave the horse its head, and it slowly plodded toward the empty horizon to the north.
It was over an hour before Lomasi showed up at his side again. She had no doubt watched to make sure the sheriff didn’t double back on them for some reason. Since it was almost dark they stopped for the night and made camp.
Once the horse was hobbled, they settled down to a dinner of jerky and stale biscuits. Lomasi was quiet, as if contemplating something. Finally, she broke the silence.
“Are you a warrior?” she quizzed.
He was surprised by the question. “No,” he replied, “I’m more of a hunter.”
“What do you hunt?” she seemed very interested in the answer to this question.
“I hunt men,” Taggert told her. She had a blank look on her face for a few seconds before looking down at the jerky in her hands. Her eyes opened wide, and she looked up to find him smiling at her.
“Not hunting for food,” he laughed, “I hunt men for the law.” Lomasi continued to stare at him blankly. “I catch bad men and take them back to town for trial.”
“Why?” Lomasi asked, still confused with the concept.
“I find them and take them back so they can pay their debt for the wrongs they have done. The sheriff gives me money to find them”
Slowly, understanding began to show in her features, and she seemed satisfied with that answer. She finished her jerky and sat across the fire from Taggert in contemplation before finally shrugging to herself as if to give up on figuring it out completely.
Lomasi moved over to the bounty hunter, knelt beside him and fumbled with clasp on his pants. She pulled his britches down and quickly grasped his cock in both hands before guiding it into her mouth. The young Indian had become quite the cock sucker over the past few days, and she seemed intent on swallowing the large shaft whole. She hadn’t succeeded yet, but Taggert didn’t seem to mind that she wanted to practice several times a day.
She slowly slid down his shaft as far as it would go before choking, and then willed herself to go a bit further. The large phallus jerked in her mouth, and she smiled at his response to her actions. There were only a few inches left, and she was determined to get the entire cock into her mouth.
Taggert shifted to allow her a better angle and his member finally slid all the way down her throat. He groaned loudly, and Lomasi began to move up and down his entire length while stroking his balls at the same time. It didn’t take much of this treatment before his cock began to swell, and he was shooting a huge load of cum into her mouth.
Lomasi swallowed as fast as she could until he was completely drained. When he was finished, she gently tucked his cock back into his pants and snuggled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowly returned to normal.
“Why take them back?” she asked suddenly.
“What?” Taggert didn’t understand the question.
“Why take the bad men back to town? Why not just kill them?”
Taggert smiled at her logic. Truthfully, he had thought the same on many occasions. “Because the sheriff won’t pay me if they are not the ones the pass judgment on the bad men.” She seemed to accept this answer, so they lay quietly until drifting off to sleep.
The next day they were up before daylight and on the trail as the sun peeked over the horizon. The cool air was just beginning to warm as they followed the obvious signs of Comanche Joe's mules.
“Why are we hunting Joe?” Lomasi asked as she walked next to Taggert’s mustang.
“We’re not. We are hunting the man he is going to meet.” Taggert replied. Lomasi stopped short.
“I know where he will meet the man. I can take you there,” she said.
Taggert smiled broadly at the thought of not having to follow the slow mules another day. “Lead the way,” he told Lomasi. She immediately changed course and headed Northwest, and he followed with only a moment's hesitation. He thought about the fact that she could be wrong, but his instincts told him to trust her.
They moved at a much faster pace now and by the end of the day they had covered a lot of ground. The rocky terrain began to flatten somewhat, and they were moving along rolling hills covered with grass. They saw plenty of deer and when Lomasi told him it would be another days ride to the rendezvous point; he shot one for them.
He had waited until late in the day to down the buck, so they would have time to clean it. Lomasi went to work, and it was soon apparent that he wasn’t needed for this task. He spent his time setting up camp and building a fire. It was the first camp they had made where they hadn’t taken pains to hide their fire and conceal themselves completely.
Within an hour, Lomasi had cleaned the deer, had some of the meat cooking, and was working on scraping the hide clean. Taggert sat watching as she worked at cleaning the hide for what he assumed would be a new pair of pants. Obviously, Lomasi had done this before as she seemed confident in her task and moved with certainty only experience could provide.
Taggert relaxed, taking in the night sky and listening to the soft rustle of Lomasi as she worked. He was not worried about finding Stanton, but he had the feeling that trouble was coming his way and that bothered him. He had learned to trust his instincts and as a reflex he pulled his revolvers and began cleaning them.
Sunrise found the pair back on the trail with Lomasi leading the way. They made good time, but she was unable to scout around because of the pace they were moving. For lunch, they ate some of the deer meat without stopping, and by nightfall, Lomasi informed Taggert that they were almost to the area she felt Comanche Joe would meet with Stanton.
A large line of trees loomed before them, and Taggert thought it would be smarter to camp for the night just inside the cover of the forest and continue in the morning. He had scarcely finished unsaddling the mare when they heard a woman’s screams coming from deeper within the woods.
Taggert grabbed his rifle and immediately headed in the direction of the sound. Lomasi moved off to his right a few hundred feet, and together they carefully picked their way through the trees. The brush was thick and thorny so it took some effort to move quietly, but the sound of the woman was covering their movements, so they went as fast as possible.
Within minutes, Taggert could see the smoke from a small fire and then the clearing that it lit up. Near the fire was a young woman with her hands pulled over her head by a rope that disappeared over a branch of the tree she was under. Her naked back and ass were ablaze with angry red welts from a belt, and holding the instrument of torture was a stark-naked male giant.
Jack Stanton stood over 6’4” tall and was built like a bear. His large barrel chest glistened with sweat and there didn’t appear to be an ounce of fat on his massive body. He twirled the belt in one huge hand and said something to the woman that Taggert couldn’t hear, but her moans indicated that it wasn’t good. Stanton took a step back, swung the belt at the defenseless woman, and was rewarded with a loud ‘crack’ as it landed on her ass, instantly creating another red welt that overlapped the ones already there.
Lomasi appeared suddenly at Taggert’s shoulder, and she seemed mesmerized by the scene before her. They watched in silence for a few seconds as the belt hit its target repeatedly before the huge man stopped and began talking to his victim again.
“Move around to the other side,” Taggert told Lomasi. “Grab the rifle next to the fire when I get his attention.” He indicated the weapon leaned against the base of a tree, and she nodded her understanding. She disappeared into the darkness, and he turned back to see what Stanton was going to do next.
The giant was now behind the woman, and his huge paws were on her waist. He pulled her to him, and Taggert could just make out the silhouette of what appeared to be a very large cock in the glow of the fire. From the angle Stanton was moving, Taggert could see that the woman was about to get fucked in the ass.
Stanton slid his hands down to the woman’s now red butt and used his thumbs to spread her cheeks apart to reveal her small hole. She gasped as his cock touched her entrance, and then he slowly began to push the head against her sphincter until it finally gave way and the enormous girth popped into her.
The woman screamed with renewed vigor at the intrusion and Stanton began to pump in and out of her now stretched ass. He pulled at her hips as he fucked her, and as he gained speed her feet were lifted completely off the ground, suspending her between the rope and his powerful hands.
Stanton groaned as he pounded into her and the woman moaned loudly as her body bounced around like a rag doll while he pummeled her ass relentlessly. Finally, he gave a loud bellow and his entire body tensed as he came deep inside her. Taggert picked this moment to step into the clearing.
“Stanton!” he called out, “Are you busy?”
The giant dropped the woman, letting her sag almost unconscious in her bonds and wheeled around to face the intruder. Taggert had positioned himself for a clean shot once the man stepped back from the woman, but Stanton surprised him by moving to the left a few steps, putting him directly in between the limp woman and Taggert's firing line. Now the bounty hunter couldn’t risk a shot without taking the chance of hitting the captive.
Stanton turned to grab his rifle but found it missing from the tree where he had placed it. Lomasi had used Taggert's distraction to get in and grab it without being seen or heard. It took a second to register that he had been disarmed, but now Stanton immediately charged toward Taggert.
As the huge naked man sprinted for him, his erection leading way, Taggert flashed back to a bar in Missouri and remembered his friend Irish Pat. The small man had been drinking when he got into an altercation that somehow escalated into a larger man wanting to fight with him. Immediately, the Irishman began to undress and was all the way down to his long johns before his adversary walked away in disgust. “Nobody wants to fight the naked guy,” Pat had told Taggert later.
It wasn’t until this very moment that Taggert completely understood Pat’s statement. As Stanton closed in on him, he flipped the rifle over and grasped it by the barrel so he could swing it like a club. The charging man saw this and raised his arms to protect his head, only to be shocked when Taggert swung low, catching the end of his swelled penis with the rifle stock.
The big man immediately dropped his hands to his wounded crotch and completely forgot about trying to grab Taggert. His momentum took him past the bounty hunter and his hunched over position gave his adversary a clear shoot of his apple sized balls hanging between his legs. Without hesitation, Taggert kicked the big man’s nuts as hard as he could, eliciting a cry of pain, and knocking him to the ground.
“That was not fun,” Taggert said dryly. He knew there would be no way to control this man on the four-day ride back to town, so he leveled his rifle at Stanton’s head and cocked it.
“Nooooooo,” came the woman’s voice from behind him. Lomasi had just let her down from the tree, and she was running toward Taggert with part of the rope still attached to her wrist. She ran past him and straight to where the larger man had fallen, dropped to her knees and began hugging him protectively. “Don’t hurt my husband!”
Both Taggert and Lomasi stood dumbfounded as the naked woman hugged the moaning, writhing Stanton as he lay on the ground.
“But," Taggert started, “isn’t that Jack Stanton?”
“Of course it is,” the woman huffed.
“Aren’t you the woman he kidnapped in Victoria?” Her head snapped around and she glared icily at Taggert.
“My name is Virginia,” she said with venom practically dripping off her words, “and I was not kidnapped. It was my idea to leave, and Jack and I got married the next day.”
“Weren’t you already married?” Taggert asked unconsciously holding the rifle a little higher, perhaps in case she decided to charge him as well.
“I was,” she admitted, “but he was a low-life ass hole who never cared about anything but whiskey and cards. He gambled away everything, and we had to live in a wagon because of it. I thought I would end up freezing to death in an alley, until Jack showed up.” She turned back to her charge and brushed the hair out of his eyes.
“I thought he was raping you.” Taggert said flatly, “It makes no difference. You two are going back to town, so I can collect the reward.” He pulled at Virginia’s arm until she was on her feet and then pushed her toward Lomasi, who was staring at him wide eyed.
“Tie her up,” he said. Lomasi seemed reluctant to follow his order but complied. Taggert turned back to the big man on the ground.
“Mister, I got no reason to leave you alive for another chance at me, so listen good. If you make a wrong move, any move, I will put as many holes in you as I can.” Stanton blinked up at Taggert before painfully getting to his feet and slowly leading the way back to the fire. He sat quietly while his hands were being tied behind his back, only wincing occasionally from the pain in his still throbbing genitals.
“Watch them closely,” Taggert told Lomasi as he handed her one of his pistols, “I will go get the horse.” He moved away from the light of the fire and back into the now dark tree line. It took quite a bit longer to pick his way back through the brush and find the horse. By the time he had saddled the mare, the moon had risen high enough to provide light for him to find a game trail. It was narrow and winding but it led almost directly to the small clearing.
He could hear Jack and Virginia before he could make out the campfire. The unmistakable noise of someone having sex was coming from the small clearing and within minutes Taggert could see what was going on.
Virginia, hands still firmly tied behind her back, was sitting on Stanton’s lap while facing him. She was bouncing up and down on his cock as he lay back against a tree, letting her do all the work. Lomasi was squatting near the fire, gun in hand, watching in amusement as the woman fucked herself on Stanton’s giant cock.
“What’s going on?” Taggert asked. Lomasi shrugged without looking away from the scene before her.
“She is horny,” Lomasi said simply. Taggert began unsaddling the mare and the two continued to rut in front of them like no one was there. They were still going at it when he had finished taking care of the horse and found a place next to the fire.
Stanton’s cock seemed to be an impossible fit for Virginia’s tight pussy and Taggert couldn’t believe that he had recovered from the blow from the rifle butt so quickly. For her part, Virginia seemed insatiable and undeterred by the audience that was watching her. She began moving faster and moaned loudly as Stanton arched his back to help get the full length inside her. Finally, she slammed down onto his lap, fully impaled by his cock, and shuddered in release as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She slumped forward onto Stanton’s chest trying to catch her breath, as cum leaked out around his cock and onto the ground beneath them.
“She is horny,” Lomasi said again to no one in particular. Taggert tended to agree with her assessment of the situation. It was obvious that Virginia had not been kidnapped, but was with Jack because she wanted to be.
It turned out to be a long night as Taggert and Lomasi took turns watching the pair. Throughout the night, Virginia would wake up and coax Stanton into a position that would allow her to use his cock again, and to his credit, he rose to the occasion repeatedly. By morning, Taggert and Lomasi were exhausted while Stanton and Virginia looked refreshed and relaxed.
Taggert had begun saddling the horses just before daylight when Lomasi approached him. “What are we going to do?” she asked.
“We’re going to get them dressed and head back to town,” he replied.
“But we can not. They are together.”
Taggert stopped for a few seconds as he tried to understand what she was telling him. She could tell he didn’t comprehend, so she told him in Cherokee, to no avail.
“They are together,” she said again. She put her hands up in front of him and intertwined her fingers, locking them tightly, “together.”
Taggert finally got her meaning. Indians believed that some people were joined by spirit and to separate them would be bad luck for the person that caused the split. Obviously, she felt this couple was somehow linked that way.
This caused a dilemma for Taggert. Lomasi would not help him take the two into town and he knew they would be a handful on his own. He wondered if Lomasi would go back to Cherokee Joe if he decided to go on without her. He continued saddling the horses and thought about the limited options.
Finishing his task, Taggert headed back to the small clearing. “Where is Tom Davis?” he asked Stanton abruptly. Jack looked as if he had been slapped.
“Is that what this is all about?” Stanton asked. “I have the stuff ready except for the fuses. The guy was supposed to be here a few days ago but hasn’t shown up yet. You can tell Tom I did my part and I’m through.”
“I don’t work for Davis,” Taggert snarled.
“Then who the hell are you?”
My name is Taggert.”
“Taggert? The bounty hunter?” Stanton seemed surprised, “I thought you was dead!”
“Not hardly.” Taggert said, “Where can I find Davis?”
“I don’t know,” Jack replied, “I was supposed to make up the sticks and give them to the trader. He was supposed to take them to Tom.”
Taggert rolled his eyes at this new information. Following Comanche Joe and his slow as molasses mules would take forever. He didn’t think he could take many more days of that. “What is he planning?”
“I’m not sure,” Jack said, “he wanted the charges lighter than I usually make them, so my guess would be a safe. He didn’t tell me anything about what he was doing.”
“I’m about one step away from shooting you and taking her back for the reward,” Taggert growled, “you better come up with something or I’m about to be on my way without you.” He pulled a revolver from its holster and held it by his side. Virginia shrieked and tried to shield the giant by moving in front of him the best she could with her hands tied behind her back.
“Wait a minute!” Jack exclaimed. He began talking very quickly, “I know he has to get horses from someone named Garcia in Culver’s Canyon. When he was talking to me about the sticks, a guy sat down with us and Davis told him to buy 18 horses and that Garcia was to have them ready by the end of the month. That’s all I know, I swear!”
Taggert slipped the gun back into its holster and thought about what Stanton had said. He believed he was telling the truth, and that meant there was a chance he could mess up Tom’s plan by stopping this Garcia person from delivering the horses. Maybe Garcia knew where Tom was hiding. The more he thought about it, the better it sounded to go after the horses rather than chase Comanche Joe. The problem was, there were only five days until the end of the month, not enough time to take Jack back to town.
“Ok,” Taggert said finally, “we’re going to wait for Joe to get here with the mules and then I’m going to drag your ass back to town for my reward.” He was bluffing, but he wanted to make sure Stanton had told him everything.
“Wait, wait a minute.” Jack said, “I have money. How much is the reward?”
“It’s $1400 for the pair of you,” Taggert told him, “and it doesn’t matter if you are dead or alive.”
“I can pay you almost that much,” Stanton said, “I still have the money Davis gave me.”
“I have $800,” Stanton said, “cut me loose and I’ll get it for you.” Taggert smiled at the obvious ploy.
“How about you tell me where it is and I go get it.”
Stanton realized he had no choice. He would have to take the chance that Taggert would release them after he had their money. “It’s in the bottom of my saddle bags. Look for the peach jar wrapped in a rag.”
Taggert moved over to the big Grulla mare and checked the saddle bags. In the bottom of one he found the rag wrapped tightly around a jar with the money. Counting it out, he tallied just over $800 in bills.
“That’s our money for a new start.” Virginia grimaced, “What are we to live on?”
“Don’t worry Baby,” Jack calmed her, “where we’re going, we won’t need much money… or cloths.” Virginia giggled at this and then they both turned back to Taggert expectantly.
“I can get $1400 if I take you to town,” he said slowly, “but I might be able to make a deal that will work for both of us. You help me get the mules from Comanche Joe and give me the bay mare. Once we have the mules and the dynamite, I will let you go.”
“Deal!” both Jack and Virginia answered in unison.
It was late the next evening and almost completely dark before Comanche Joe showed up with the mules. Lomasi had been scouting the area looking for him, and had reported back in plenty of time for them to hide in the brush until Joe arrived.
The rat faced man looked haggard and worn out when his horse finally stepped into the clearing. He sat on his mount at the edge of the open space and warily surveyed the area before moving over to the fire and stepping out of the saddle. Taggert waited until he was away from the horse before moving out of the shadows and behind Joe.
“What the hell? YOU!” exclaimed the small man as he whirled around to see who was behind him.
“Miss me?” Taggert smiled.
“You been dogging me for a week and I thought I lost you two days ago. How did you find me?”
Taggert nodded toward Lomasi, who was just stepping out of the shadows and into view. Joe grunted in disapproval, “Never thought she would stay with you. I thought she would be back with me in a day or two.”
“You got the string?” Jack asked.
“What? Oh, the fuse stuff. Yeah, I got it. It’s in my pack.”
“Where are you supposed to meet Davis?” Taggert asked dryly. Joe shuffled nervously and looked between Jack and Taggert a few times before answering.
“I’m supposed to take the supplies two days south of here and set up camp next to a water hole, the one that’s in the rocks of Calico point. I don’t know if Davis is going to be there or if someone else is going to meet me.”
“I’ll be needing those mules,” Taggert said. Joe stiffened at the comment and started to burst into a tyrant before catching himself.
“Those are my mules,” Joe said as calmly as he could manage, “and Davis hasn’t paid me for the supplies yet, so you’re stealing from me, not Tom Davis.”
“Fair enough,” Taggert replied, “then I’ll buy the mules and the supplies from you.” Joe’s entire demeanor suddenly changed. Bargaining was his livelihood and he considered himself good at it.
“Well now,” he started, “the mules are good stock and they cost me almost $50 each and the supplies…”
“I’ll give you $80 for all of it,” Taggert growled, “and I won’t beat you to a pulp.”
“A fair counter offer,” Joe stammered. He was becoming more nervous but his instinct to negotiate was still in full gear. “I paid more than that for the mules, and since we’re out in the middle of nowhere,” he made a sweeping gesture at the dark, “the supplies are scarce and therefore more valuable. How about $300 for the whole lot?”
“The mules,” Taggert said through gritted teeth, “where $10 a piece at the stables where I had my horse in Waco. I’ve bought supplies before, and there isn’t more than $50 worth between the two packs. You are right though, we are in the middle of nowhere.” He let the implied threat hang, and Joe picked up on it.
“I don’t like the way you negotiate mister,” Joe mumbled. “Fine, you can have the damn mules as long as you let me sell the fuse stock to Mr. Stanton here.” He looked over at the giant who had been watching the exchange quietly, “that will be $10 for the fuse cord sir.”
Jack nodded to Taggert as he now held all the money. The bounty hunter pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and counted out $90 to hand over to the trader.
“Thank you kindly,” Joe said as he took the cash, “now I will be on my way before you decide to steal something else from me… like my virginity.” He quickly mounted his horse and navigated out of the clearing, disappearing into the darkness.
Taggert and Lomasi plodded slowly along the trail with the two mules bringing up the rear. They had both slept restlessly at the clearing for another night, since it was too dark to ride safely. Virginia and Jack, now excited about their freedom, celebrated by fucking all night long. Even Lomasi, fascinated by the strangers’ unabashed coupling, tired of watching the two hump like rabbits. She took first watch but was ready to turn in just after midnight, letting Taggert take over guard duty.
At dawn they had quietly packed up and were ready to go before the two love birds had awakened. They snuggled by the fire’s embers, and Taggert said their good byes from the back of the mare before leading the way out of the clearing. They weren’t 50 feet away when the sounds of sex permeated the brush from behind them.
“She is horny,” Lomasi said matter-of-factly. Taggert could only nod in agreement. Virginia definitely was horny.
They made decent time toward their goal of Culver’s Canyon, even with the burden of the mules. Still, they would be cutting it close to find Garcia before the horses were passed off to Davis’ men. Taggert thought of just letting the mules go, but there was the possibility of Comanche Joe finding them again and Davis would have his supplies. It appeared he would have to keep them for the moment.
That night, after camp was set up, Lomasi came too him and went directly for his belt. They hadn’t had sex since being in camp with the others, so she seemed eager to make up for lost time. She pulled off his pants and went to work sucking his cock like she was starving for it.
Within a few minutes, she had settled into a rhythm of sliding it all the way down her throat and then back up to where only the tip was still between her lips. Then she began licking his dick from the top to bottom before spitting on the head. It soon became apparent why she was preparing his cock this way, as she stood up and squatted over him, positioning the head at her small anus.
“Are you sure?” Taggert asked as he realized what she was about to do.
“Yes,” she whispered half heartedly. The size of his cock compared to her small ass made it seem impossible that it would fit. She grasped the shaft with one hand and began to slowly drop herself onto his erection.
It took a few tries, but she finally managed to relax enough that the head popped past her tight ring, eliciting an uncharacteristic high pitched squeal. Lomasi gritted her teeth and pushed herself down, groaning as the massive tool stretched her farther than she thought possible. She opened her eyes to find Taggert smiling, and it renewed her determination to get his dick all the way inside, like Virginia had done for Jack.
From his vantage point, Taggert was enjoying the show. The small woman had impaled herself on his cock, which as now harder than he could ever remember it being. He loved the tight feel as Lomasi worked it further in, inch by inch, and he could see the tiny beads of sweat that were forming on her forehead from her efforts.
Finally, she managed to get half of his length inside her and began to slowly pump up and down. She spit in her hand on the up strokes and used it to lube up his rod some more before slowly sinking onto it, moving down a bit further each time. Ten minutes later, she sat all the way on Taggert’s lap with his large cock seated as deeply as it would go in her ass.
The beads of sweat on her forehead had grown to droplets that flowed freely from most of the pores on her body, but she seemed pleased with her accomplishment. Taggert, no longer able to control his lust began to thrust upwards, bouncing her just off his lap, and then letting gravity slam her back onto his cock.
Lomasi groaned as she became more accustomed to the feeling of fullness and helped him pump her ass faster and faster. Finally, Taggert began to tense as his balls tightened, signaling that he was about to orgasm. Lomasi followed suit and they both moaned in unison as Taggert filled her ass to overflowing.
She lay on top of him as they came down from their high, her head on his shoulder as their breathing began to return to normal. Lomasi gingerly moved forward, letting the large cock pop from her ass before moving to his side and curled up next to him.
“I was horny,” she said. Taggert laughed and pulled her closer to him. They would both sleep soundly tonight.
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