“Uh, uh, oh lord,” Nancy wailed as the man fucked her from behind. They were both on hands and knees in the middle of her bed. A second man entered the room and unbuttoned his pants. He took his penis out of his longjohns and offered it to Nancy. She took it in one hand and eagerly slid it into her mouth. She sucked and moaned as the slap of flesh against flesh intensified behind her. The flat faced man entered the room and growled in disgust. He returned to the kitchen and started the cook stove burning.
The man behind Nancy grew tired and rolled Nancy over on her side. He fell to the bed behind her and began fucking her in the new position. Nancy gasped in relief. She sucked the second man’s cock into her mouth and flailed her hand on it’s base. The man held the back of her head with his right hand and grimaced in pleasure. Nancy was the best looking woman he had ever seen, outside of books. She had a perfect figure and a good clean pussy, something rare in a western community where few people bathed. She was sexy and willing to be fucked. But even as she sucked his dick, his mind went over that tiny little tanned ass which ran for the barn. What a fuck that little girl would be.
“Oh hell,” Nancy moaned, putting one hand on her lover’s ass and pulling him into her willing pussy. The man groaned in astonished pleasure. This woman really wanted to be fucked. She appeared to be very hard up. What in the world was such a beautiful woman doing out on a ranch alone? She needed a man. She needed him.
He groaned as his cock began burning with a familiar liquid fire. He felt the muscles in his loins clenching. He slapped his pelvis against her luscious ass three more times, then stiffened with a whine. He shuddered. His throbbing cock emptied its contents into her inviting pussy. He felt the wall of her pussy milking his cock and he strained to provide more sperm, but he was spent. He fell panting, while he watched Jeremy getting his dick sucked.
“Fuck me,” Nancy begged around Jeremy’s cock. He nodded agreeably and pulled his cock out of her mouth. He pushed the other man aside and took his place. Her pussy was very hot and wet as he slid inside her. He shuddered and moaned, as the incredible heat enfolded his manhood. He began pumping his cock inside her, knowing she would have to cum fast, or he too would cum without her. Within five minutes he stiffened and whined. Nancy pushed back against his impaling cock and rotated her pussy until she too had an orgasm. They both lay panting on the bed and relaxed. The first man chuckled and ran his hands over Nancy’s luscious body.
“What a woman!” he crowed.
“You’re not just a kidding,” Jeremy drawled.
“You two get in here,” the leader yelled from the kitchen.
“Now what?” Jeremy asked. “I’d just as soon shoot that flat-faced bastard.”
“There’s time,” the second man said, buttoning his pants.
Nancy watched both men leave and looked at the open window. She knelt and grabbed her dress, then silently slid through the window. She ran on bare feet to the river, quickly washed, then turned left and sprinted along the muddy bank until she reached an area behind the barn. With the barn covering her advance, she crept forward and she listened at the barn, then opened the door. White Fawn smiled at her from the haymow. She had been looking at the house through the tiny haymow door with the pistol in her hand. She wore a cut burlap bag as a loincloth.
“It took you long enough.”
“I was having sex,” Nancy laughed, pulling on her dress.
“Aren’t you afraid of getting some disease? Oops,” White Fawn said, flipping up the gun and firing. The fire and smoke filled the doorway momentarily, then drifted away on the breeze.
“Not from them. I bet the two of them hasn’t had sex more than three times in their entire lives.”
“It’ll be even harder for one of them, he only has one arm now.”
“Ouch,” Nancy said as she straightened her dress. She froze as she saw the horses filling the bottom of her barn. Her hands went over the horses in wonder, then she found the full saddle bags and unused rifles.
“We have their horses and their food,” Nancy said with a smile.
“And they have an empty house with nothing to eat,” White Fawn giggled.
“Shall we deal?”
“Go ahead,” White Fawn nodded.
Nancy stepped to the door. “Hey assholes,” she yelled.
Willow Bud was no rancher, but she was an excellent horseman. It was no problem at all for the four of them to herd the cattle into the valley within a week. Tall Elk glanced at the stump where they had practiced roping. That seemed like a very long time ago. They saw the river first and the cattle broke and ran. They were thirsty. Willow Bud held the horses steady at the end of their ropes. They paused and watered the horses, then went on toward the ranch. The cattle would not move, now that they had found food and water.
A shot rang out and Tall Elk slapped his horse into a gallop. Rusty was right on his heels. They rode for the barn below and galloped around it. White Fawn and Nancy stood looking at them in surprise. Nancy had a pistol in her hands. White Fawn had been speaking over her shoulder, pointing at a fence post.
“Oh hi, daddy,” she called brightly.
“Practicing?” Tall Elk asked casually.
“Nancy is. We had some trouble last week and she wanted to know how to use a gun. Did you have fun?”
“We sure did,” Rusty said enthusiastically. “We got 147 cattle, eight horses and a woman. How about you?”
“We got along,” White Fawn shrugged.
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