“Wasn’t that fun?” Willow Bud asked joyously. White Fawn sat shaking her head.
Tall Elk and Rusty rode out of the north end of the valley and found the 3L Ranch on the open grasslands below. No more than 300 cattle surrounded the house. The ranch was composed of one unpainted house, two outbuildings, probably a granary and a bunkhouse, a barn, a single toilet, and a corral. It was a sorry outfit in any part of the country.
“There he goes,” Rusty pointed as the horse passed the corral and slid to a halt before the house. Several men came out and lowered the man, then carried him inside the house. A lone man took the horse and returned it to the corral. He stopped and searched the hills, before going back into the house.
“Now we know for sure,” Tall Elk said, taking a seat in the grass. They were far from the house and screened from view by a stand of bushes and trees. Tall Elk noted absently, that White Fawn’s blackberries grew abundantly on the side of the sunny, grass-covered hill. He stood and picked a handful, before throwing them into his mouth.
“What now?” Rusty asked.
Tall Elk looked around and found something interesting. If this end of the valley were blocked off, the valley would fill with water within a year, creating a great lake. The new lake would border 3L’s land, while wiping out most of Nancy’s. Very convenient.
“You know,” Rusty said, taking up a blade of grass and chewing it thoughtfully, “that the black stuff this man detests is what they make kerosene from. If he holds onto it he may become rich.”
“He has the same problem as Nancy,” Tall Elk said, clearing an area for a fire. He wanted coffee. “His cattle are dying off and he can’t hold the land without cattle. He’s too damned lazy to drill wells, so he wants the river. Until now it was easy to steal Nancy’s cattle and maintain his own dying herd,” Talk Elk said with a smile crinkling his eyes.
“Hey,” Rusty objected. “Nancy was afraid to let me track them. She thought they might kill me.”
“She’s probably right,” Tall Elk nodded toward the ranch. The ranch house was belching angry men.
“Now what?” Rusty was perturbed.
“Now I hold them where they are, while you ride around the ranch so they can’t sneak away. We will starve them into submission,” Tall Elk said, climbing to his feet and dusting off his pants. He pulled the rifled musket from the saddle and lifted the barrel. The rifle leaped in his hands and a chunk of fence post exploded beneath one man’s hand. He howled and shook his hand, while the others dove into the shit, mud, and dirt for shelter. By the way the man held his hand, Tall Elk knew it was full of splinters.
“Looks like fun,” Rusty said with a smile. He leaped to his saddle and pulled the nose of his horse around.
“Don’t kill unless you have too. We don’t want to bring Nancy too much grief. Besides, once you blow a man apart, it’s hard to put him back together again if you change your mind. Watch them closest after dark,” Tall Elk gave an additional warning as he reloaded the musket. “First they will investigate to see if you’re there, then they will swarm up the hill and kill you,” he said, shoving the ramrod back into it’s holder. “But they won’t do it until dark, so you can relax until then. They won’t want to draw attention to the south side of the ranch until they are ready to escape.”
“I will be careful,” Rusty smiled, kicking his horse into action. As Rusty disappeared back into the valley, Tall Elk was distracted by the sound of sheep. He started the coffee and watched as the sheep, a white dog, and one old Mexican appeared on the side of the hill. It wasn’t long before the sheep were on the outskirts of Tall Elk’s camp.
“Come and sit,” Tall Elk waved.
“I heard shooting,” the old man looked at the ranch suspiciously.
“Me too,” Tall Elk smiled. “Are you from the ranch?” Tall Elk nodded toward 3L.
“I need no ranch. I have a tent, a little food, and some cooking pots. When I move I pack everything onto my sheep and walk away. That is life. But I don’t have to tell you that. You are obviously an Indian.”
“Sioux,” Tall Elk nodded, while shaving chicory into the boiling water. “Now I work for a white lady on the Lazy N. Don’t you get lonely, old man?”
“During my first 20 years, when I was young, I got melancholy at times. I would seek out companionship and it always wound up getting me into trouble, sometimes for being a sheep herder, sometimes for being Mexican. Now I am content, I have my friends,” the old man waved his hand at the sheep.
“Do your friends keep you warm at night?” Tall Elk smiled.
“They do,” he nodded with a smile in his eyes. “If you can get used to the smell.”
“Do you fuck your sheep?” Tall Elk asked suspiciously.
“No,” the old man snorted. “Not since I was a young buck. No, I keep a favorite lamb, that’s enough for me.”
“What does your lamb do?” Tall Elk handed Rusty’s cup to the old man. The old man held up his hand for Tall Elk to retain the cup.
“Jamie,” the old man called, patting his leg. His pants were made from a combination of cloth and what looked like wolf skin. He unbuttoned the wolf skin and threw the flap back. Tall Elk was ashamed to see the old man’s penis laying between his legs. The lamb ran forward, nuzzled against the old man’s abdomen for a moment, then began eagerly sucking on his penis.
“If the white people only knew what their tasty lambs had been eating,” he smiled, taking the coffee from Tall Elk’s lifeless fingers. Tall Elk was both revolted and amazed by what he was seeing. He took a quick look at the ranch, then sat down to watch the lamb suck the old man’s cock.
“Does it hurt?” Tall Elk nodded toward the lamb.
“No, not at all. A lamb has the softest mouth of any animal, even a woman. Would you like to try it?” the old man asked.
“Maybe when you are finished,” Tall Elk said uncomfortably.
“I have another lamb,” the old man turned, facing his flock. “They grow up so fast, it’s convenient to train many. Angelo,” he called. A second lamb ran forward, it’s small tail flashing behind it. It stumbled against the old man’s leg. The old man pushed it away and looked at Tall Elk. “Call it,” he said eagerly.
“An . . . Angelo,” Tall Elk said uncertainly. The lamb turned toward the unfamiliar voice. It took a few stumbling steps and stood looking at Tall Elk uncertainly. “Angelo,” Tall Elk patted his leg. The lamb ran over to him, sniffing his face eagerly.
“Give him your penis quickly, or he will lose interest,” the old man said. He was obviously enjoying his blowjob very much. He leaned back on one arm, breathing faster as his face turned red. He petted the soft lamb’s head, as it sucked greedily. The old man had grown to an incredible size, but the lamb managed to get his entire penis in his mouth. There was white foam at the corners of the lamb’s mouth. It was happy and eager as it sucked the old man’s cock relentlessly.
“Will he bite?” Tall Elk asked as he pushed down his pants.
“No, of course not. If a lamb was stupid enough to bite, he would die of starvation. Sheep would never allow such nonsense. Some try to bunt if the milk does not flow fast enough, and of course ours does not. I keep an eye out and never use such lambs. These are the gentlest and the best, believe me.”
Before Tall Elk could decide to go through with it, the lamb forced it’s way between Tall Elk’s closed legs and sucked his penis into it’s mouth. With it’s nose firmly pressed against Tall Elk’s abdomen, the lamb began sucking contentedly. Tall Elk felt the suction right down to the roots of his cock, but it was in no way uncomfortable.
“You will grow,” the old man smiled. His face was covered with sweat.
“I am now,” Tall Elk nodded.
“No, the suction will make you bigger,” the old man said, pushing the lamb aside. He had a huge, throbbing penis almost as big as Tall Elk’s forearm.
“My god,” Tall Elk whispered in awe.
“It’s the suction. It makes you a little bigger each time. Have you ever seen a calf suck on a young cow’s tits, making them huge over the years?”
“I don’t have much to do with cows,” Tall Elk said, gritting his teeth against the pleasure. Fire was spreading from the head of his cock to his ass. He felt the ass muscles clenching in time with the lamb’s sucking lips. He was sure he could feel his juices being sucked from the end of his cock. It was the most exciting thing he had ever felt. Wait until he told Silver Quail.
“You will grow big enough to please a horse,” the old man smiled. He suddenly closed his eyes and rested with his face turned toward the sky. He rested on both arms, moving his crotch slightly to meet the eager lamb’s sucking mouth. It was making loud noises as is sucked and smacked. The old man grew more anxious. He twisted and turned his body, digging his heels into the grass. The lamb desperately followed his huge cock with an eager mouth. With a grunt the old man fell back to the grass and waited. He moaned again, like a low cry, and the lamb suddenly changed the way it was drinking. It was obvious that it was getting what it wanted. As it sucked the hot cream from the man’s penis, the old man shuddered in silence. Several minutes passed before the old man reluctantly shoved the lamb aside.
The lamb was using enormous force on Tall Elk’s cock, but the silken flesh of it’s mouth and tongue soothed his heated manhood. He could feel pleasure clear down to the bottom of his toes. There was no doubt now, the lamb was sucking his lubricants from the end of Tall Elk’s cock. At times it drew back and only sucked the head in order to get more lubricant, but only for a moment. Soon it’s nose would be tightly pressed against Tall Elk’s abdomen again.
“This is undescribable,” Tall Elk whispered. The old Mexican simply cackled with laughter, relaxing on the grass from across the fire. He leaned forward and refilled Rusty’s cup, sipping gently as he watched the rambunctious lamb suck Tall Elk’s cock. Tall Elk rolled his lower body back and forth, as if to escape the eager lamb’s working mouth. But he didn’t want to escape it. That was the last thing he wanted. The fire was building in his loins to an intolerable level. The familiar liquid fire which always preceded a massive orgasm. Tall Elk knew this was going to be a big one. The biggest of his life. The fire built even greater, then the whole world seemed to stand still. Tall Elk’s eyes widened as he waited, suddenly his cock began pulsing, pumping sweet cum into the lamb’s hot mouth. The lamb loved the sweetness and began drinking eagerly. Spurt after spurt of cum filled it’s mouth, then began slowing. It sucked harder to pull the last drops of sperm from Tall Elk’s balls, before Tall Elk quickly pushed it away. The lamb rushed back between his legs and sucked again. Tall Elk gasped, nearly screaming in pain and pleasure. He pushed the lamb aside again and jerked up his pants.
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