Paul Longfellow - Can_t stop the sex

"That's it exactly," Cramer said. "And especially now -everybody's out looking for gold and we'll have the freight and mercantile business all to ourselves!"

The prospects were every bit as good as Cramer had depicted them, Logan soon learned. The miners around Tombstone had an unquenchable desire for manufactured goods and Cramer had all he could do to satisfy those wants. Logan and Gloria found themselves a minister and were married in short order but the pressing demands of the business were such that he had to go from the church straight to the small but comfortable house they had taken and change into his working clothes, then go back to the store and supervise the loading of a wagonload of mining supplies. Cramer had accumulated a massive backload of orders, during the period when he had been shorthanded, and Logan had to work frantically in order to catch up with the work. After the first month, however, they found themselves more in command of the situation.

"Want to take off tomorrow and go up into the hills for a couple or three days?" he said to Gloria one night when they sat down to a late dinner. "We could find a nice mountain valley, do some fishing and maybe some hunting. It'd be nice, all to ourselves and not a thing to worry about. And there just might be another little surprise waiting, too.'

"That sounds marvellous," she said. "I haven't seen nearly enough of you lately. But what kind of surprise do you mean.'' You've got that look in your eye; you're up to something!"

He refused to explain his meaning, no matter how she coaxed and pleaded. They packed up the next day, carrying an ample load of supplies, and rode out of town to the northeast. Logan led her over the rough roads with which he had lately become so familiar and, about ten miles out of town, cut off the dirt trail to head up into the mountains.

"I found this place about two weeks ago," he explained. "One of the prettiest little spots ever I saw. I think you'll really like it."

They rode through a narrow, rocky notch and came out into a small meadow framed by steeply rising cliffs. Halfway across the meadow, Gloria saw two scruffy little ponies grazing in the deep grass; they had ropes around their necks and looked to be picketed.

"Someone has already found the place!" she exclaimed in disappointment. "Look, they're already put up a ramada! And there's someone under it!"

When they got closer she could see that there were two figures under the brush-covered sunshade. She looked over at Logan anxiously; the thought of Indians at once sprang into her mind. Logan seemed totally unconcerned, however, and was boldly riding straight for the ramada.

"It's Lita!" Gloria cried out when she had gotten close enough to be able to see the features of the people. "As I live and breathe, it's Lita!"

"I thought you might like this," Logan said with an infectious grin. "I met them along the road a couple of days ago and we got this all fixed up. She's hooked up with another man; that's Lolo."

Gloria jumped down from her horse and ran over to Lita, who had come out from under the ramada and waved excitedly. They embraced fervently and loudly proclaimed their pleasure at seeing each other once again. Lola, a strongly built brave, very tall for an Apache, came out as well; he wore only a breech clout and greeted Logan with a broad smile and a ribald gesture. Logan unsaddled their horses quickly and stacked their gear beside the ramada.

"Is he… well, I mean, does he know about all the things Lita likes to do?" Gloria excitedly asked. "Is that why you got me up here? So that we could do all the things we'd talked about?"

"That's one of the reasons," Logan admitted. "You haven't changed your mind and gone respectable, have you?"

Gloria sucked in a deep breath and looked the three of them over carefully before answering.

"I was beginning to wonder if respectability might not have been forced upon me," she said. "But no, I haven't forgotten all those wonderful things we did; I still remember them. And I remember some of the other things we talked about too!"

Lita had been wearing only a brief smock, the top to her leggings, and she now began removing that. The bright, savage glint in her black eyes left little doubt of her readiness to begin their pleasure where they had left off. Lolo looked about, shrugged and pulled off his breech cloth, revealing a very handsomely proportioned prick and balls. Gloria frankly looked him over and saw that he had plenty of the right equipment.

"He's a stallion!" she exclaimed.

"Try out your Spanish," Logan said, reminding her that she had become much more proficient in that language since they had arrived in Tombstone. "Lita's gotten a lot better at it too-Lolo talks it real good."

"Yes, it is only fitting that we should all speak together if we are to do these other things together," Lolo said. "In my own band, as a child, we spoke as much Spanish as Apache. My mother was a Mexican, you see."

Lita had come over to him and had dropped her hand down over his prick; she began working the foreskin back and forth over the turnip-shaped head and soon had him fully aroused. Gloria undressed as quickly as she could. The sight of Lolo's magnificent body, together with the blatant sensuality of his cock and the excitement of seeing Lita pump it into erect life, had filled her loins with fierce sexual hungers. As soon as she had stripped off the last of her clothing she turned to Logan, who was also naked by that time, and took his massive cock in her hands.

"Lolo had known nothing of cocksucking until I showed him my skills," Lita proudly announced as she dropped to her knees in front of him. "Now, I am happy to say that he has become a true convert to this way of lovemaking!"

She took his swollen cock into her mouth and went down on it quickly, shoving almost the whole of the big tool into her throat. Gloria's pussy sprang into even more heated life when she saw that; she brought Logan over to a position where she could do the same to him and also watch Lita out of the corner of her eye. They both knelt before their men, loving them extravagantly, and exchanged sly, knowing looks.

"Let's fuck them both at the same time," Lita proposed, removing her mouth from Lolo's cock and rubbing it against her throat with fond appreciation. "We can do it so we'll both be able to see everything-how does that sound to you.''"

"It sounds like the most exciting proposal I've had since… since I don't know when!" Gloria muttered. "But how can we arrange it:'"

Their rampant desire soon uncovered a technique which allowed them to accomplish Lita's goal. Gloria lay on her back and took Logan between her thighs, fitting his stiff cock into her pussy with a grunt of satisfaction. Lita mounted Lolo, who lay with his head pointing toward Gloria's and Logan's feet; when the girl shifted her rump over her man Gloria saw her incomparably lovely pussy come into view.

"Ahh, it's beautiful!" she cried out. "Let me put his prick in your cunt, love; I want to send it home!"

"Do it!" Lita urged in a low, husky tone. "Put his cock in me! I want to feel your hand on my pussy!"

Gloria reached out and ran her fingers over the girl's hot little slit. The lips felt as hot and moist as ever. Lolo's prick throbbed with passionate warmth. She took it in her fist, skinned it back to expose the big, purple head-his prick was several shades darker than Logan's, she noticed-and pressed the tip between the lips of Lita's pussy. She rubbed the tool up and down the furrow for a moment, taking care to touch all the sensitive parts, and then held it in the mouth of the girl's cunt.

"There, he's ready now," she whispered. "Ugghh! His cock is coated with your pussy drip! It's the loveliest sight ever!"

"Ahhhh!" Lita moaned as the man sheathed half his cock with one bull-like thrust. "My God, he's big, he's hard, he's hot! Ooohh, lift your legs up, Gloria; let me see Logan's prick working in and out of your cunt!"