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Date: Sat, 1 Feb 2025 23:51:47 -0700
From: Josh McCoy <yoshmccoy@gmail.com>
Subject: The Drifter

THE DRIFTER

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The drifter chewed thoughtfully on a piece of jerky, squinting his eyes
against the glare of the sun.  He had been observing the homestead for a
couple of hours, and was curious about the lack of a man on the place.  He
had seen a lanky boy of about 12, a girl of about 14, and a rather lissome
woman who was obviously their mother.  The place looked well kept, with a
garden, some chickens and a few cattle in the distance.  There was a small
bunkhouse, and several horses in the corral, and the horses looked well
cared for.

From his station on the crest of the hill, sitting beneath a small tree, he
pondered whether the people he had seen had built the place with their own
hands, without a man.  The house was well built, strong, looking like it
would be warm in the winter and cooler in the summer, and sited with
windows looking out over the river below.  The man could have gone to town
for supplies, or he could be out on the range checking conditions or
cattle.  The drifter finally figured there was one way to find out, and he
shimmied back over the ridge to where his horse was calmly eating grass.

Tightening the girth, the drifter climbed into the saddle and began to
slowly pick his way down off the ridge.  He approached the home from a side
of the house that had no windows, and then stopped to look the scene over
one more time.  Satisfied, the drifter slowly rode his way toward the home
until he finally came around the corner near the front door.  He
immediately spotted the girl, going out to the chicken house with a basket,
likely gathering eggs.  The boy stepped through the doorway, gasped, then
ran back in yelling, "Ma! There's a man out there!"

The drifter stopped where he was, and a woman stepped to the doorway,
facing him openly.  "How may I help you, sir?" she asked him.

"Name's Miller.  I just need a rest for m'horse and some water, ma'am.  I
won't be any trouble," he replied.

"I'm Ellie Robinson, these are my children, Margrit and Clayton.  You're
welcome to put your horse up, and there's always cold water from the well.
We're just about to eat.  I'll send Clayton for you when the meal is
ready."

Miller tipped his hat to her.  "Obliged."

Miller walked his tired horse over to the stable where he took some time
removing the saddle and hanging things up before brushing the horse down
carefully and ending the whole thing with a bait of grain.  He examined the
workmanship of the stable, finding it strongly built.  This was no slipshod
outfit.  Whoever had put this together knew what he was doing.  Miller
wondered where the man of the house was.

Miller went to the well, drawing a bucket full of water.  At first he drank
straight from the bucket, then washed his face and doused his head.  He
dumped the bucket out and refilled it with fresh, clear water.  He dipped a
ladle full and slowly drank that, shook the ladle off and hung it back up.

Miller turned and surveyed the area from this vantage, admiring the view of
the valley below.  The builder had obviously been a lover of beauty.
Miller noted that the kitchen window faced out toward the valley, with a
view of the rough trail wending its way up to the homestead.  Thoughtfully
built for the woman of the house, Miller thought.

Miller walked around the homestead, noting several things in need of minor
repair.  He made himself useful repairing a broken corral rail, and built a
simple latching mechanism for the gate.

As Miller was finishing with the gate, Clayton walked up and told him that
dinner was ready.  Miller's rough face brightened in a smile.  "I reckon
your ma can put together quite a meal," he said to Clayton.  Clayton was
surprised by the smile, and automatically smiled back, replying, "She's a
good cook."  Miller clapped Clayton on the back and together they walked
toward the house.

The two washed their hands in the basin sitting near the front door, dried
their hands on a rough cloth hanging on the washstand and walked into the
house.  Miller removed his battered hat as he ducked through the doorway,
his eyes quickly scanning the room, catching the smell of fresh baked
bread.  He noted the table, chairs and cookstove.  An alcove in the back
was curtained off, likely for Ellie.  A small loft held two beds.

The table held a loaf of bread, and Margrit was bringing a plate of thick
sliced beef.  "Please sit, Mr. Miller.  It's not much, but it is filling,"
Ellie invited.

"Riches to a hungry man, ma'am," replied Miller.

"Ellie, please, Mr. Miller," said Ellie.

"Yes, ma'am."

A little smile showed on Ellie's face as she sat down.  The group was quiet
as they ate their fill, and Margrit cleared the table after everyone had
finished.  Miller had noted there were exactly four chairs in the small
house, just enough for the family and one more.

With some hesitation, Miller inquired, "Not to pry, ma'am, but where is the
man of the house?"

Ellie's face grew still.  "He rode off checking the range several months
ago and never returned," Ellie replied.  "We searched the hills but never
turned up any sign of him."  The kids looked solemn while Ellie spoke.

Miller slowly shook his head.  "There's thousands of square miles of
country out there, he could be anywhere."

"We hope and pray every day that he returns to us, Mr. Miller."

Miller pushed his chair back and stood.  "I reckon I can stay on and help
around the place, Mrs. Robinson.  I was just drifting when I pulled in
here, and I'm mindful of what needs doing on a spread like this."

"You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like, Mr. Miller, but I can't
afford to pay you anything.  We're getting by on our little truck garden
and what game Clayton is able to bring home.  We had to kill a cow not long
ago, since the game has seemed to move away from the area lately," Ellie
stated.

Miller nodded brusquely.  "No need to pay me anything, ma'am.  You treated
me kindly when I showed up, and there's no reason I can't return that
kindness.  I can sort of help the young man around the place, I'm sure he
can teach me a lot about your operation"

"Ellie, please," Mrs. Robinson blushed.

"Yes ma'am," Miller replied with just a hint of a twinkle in his eye.

Miller turned and stepped outside, scanning the countryside as he left the
doorway.  He paused several steps outside, waiting for Clayton to catch up
to him.  "Where are the water holes, young feller?" Miller asked.  Clayton
gave him directions to several nearby sources of water, including a creek
that ran year round less than a mile away.

"Do you know the extent of your range?" Miller asked.

"Sure!" Clayton responded enthusiastically.  "Pa and I rode out together
lots checking on cattle and such."

Miller scanned the horses in the corral, seeing several likely looking cow
ponies there.  "Is one of those horses yours?" he asked Clayton.  Clayton
pointed out a stocky bay that he said was the horse he usually used.
Miller liked the look of the horse, expecting it would do just fine.

Miller checked the sun.  "I reckon we'll ride around a bit tomorrow, just
so I can familiarize myself with the country.  It's getting a bit late to
go gallivanting off now.  You can show me anything you think needs
showing."  Clayton fairly puffed up with importance, and walked with a
little more spring in his step.

"I'll get set up in the bunkhouse," Miller said.  "It will be the best
sleep I've had in weeks.  You just come out and make sure I'm up in time
for breakfast and we'll get our day started."  Clayton agreed and turned
back to the house.

Miller went to the bunkhouse and got his bedroll off of his saddle,
bringing it and his saddlebags into the bunkhouse.  Miller opened the door,
stepped inside and surveyed the interior of the small bunkhouse.  Directly
ahead of him were two bunks, two more on the wall to the right.  To the
left was a wood stove, with a rustic shelf holding several plates, a coffee
pot and two cups.  Miller nudged the door shut with one foot, then stepped
over to the bunks on the right hand side, dropping his saddlebags at the
head of the lower bunk.  Miller removed his gunbelt and then his boots.  He
took the revolver out and checked it for dust before returning it to its
holster.  He rolled it up where the butt would be handy to his hand if he
needed it quickly, then settled in.

Miller slept soundly, more soundly than he had in weeks, and when he awoke
it was slowly.  He found himself fondling his cock and decided to massage
his morning wood.  I was lackadaisically stroking himself, feeling his rod
slowly inflate to about half full when he heard a quiet gasp.  He saw
Clayton in the doorway, eyes wide as he looked at Miller's large prong.  He
seemed to be in a trance, watching Miller's hand stroking back and forth.
Miller's heart skipped a beat and his cock throbbed to full size in
seconds.

Miller kept stroking while Clayton watched, the thought of the boy watching
him titillating him and spinning him up more quickly than normal.  Suddenly
Miller's hips lurched upward, and his cock spouted a large gout of cum onto
the floor next to him.

Clayton was amazed.  He had never seen a cock as big as Miller's, and the
amount of the discharge was tremendous.  He suddenly realized his own cock
was throbbing stiffly, then his eyes met Miller's.  Embarrassed to be
caught watching, Clayton didn't know what do to.

"Come on over here, boy," Miller ordered.  "You can't start your day like
that."

Clayton slowly walked over and stood in front of Miller, his hard cock
tenting his pants, his eyes going back and forth between Miller's face and
cock, which was slowly shrinking, some cum still leaking out the end.

"Trot that thing out here, boy.  We've got to take care of that."

Clayton undid his single galoose and his trousers fell until they caught on
his hard prick, then he lifted them over, exposing his stiff young cock to
Miller's gaze.  Miller reached out and grasped Clayton's nicely formed
dick, causing Clayton to gasp.  Miller wrapped his hand around it and
stroked it several times before taking Clayton's cock into his mouth.

Clayton moaned, and pushed into Miller's mouth.  Clayton had never felt
anything so wonderful.  Miller began sucking on Clayton's young cock,
fondling the young set of nearly hairless balls, slipping one finger
between Clayton's legs to tickle his tight little asshole.  After several
minutes, Clayton pushed hard and groaned out as his cock spewed a nice load
of sweet young cum into Miller's mouth, Miller continuing to suck and drink
until Clayton finished cumming.

Miller let Clayton's still hard dick go and said, "Best way to start the
say is to get that out.  Makes the rest of it go better, somehow.  Of
course," he continued with a twinkle, "there's nothing saying you can't do
it more often during the day, that's just the best way to start."

Clayton was flushed.  "Wow, I never felt anything like that before.  Can we
do that again, sometime?"

Miller grinned.  "I figger we'll have lots of opportunity to do it again,
yes."

Miller rousted himself out of his soogan while Clayton busied himself
putting himself back into his trousers.  Once Miller was dressed Clayton
said, "Ma said I was to come get you for breakfast."

"Well," Miller said, "I had a start, I reckon I'd best go get the rest of
it."  He smiled and put his hand on Clayton's shoulder, guiding him to the
doorway.


After breakfast, Miller and Clayton saddled a couple of horses and began a
survey of the range.  Clayton gave Miller an outline of the more prominent
terrain features that defined the Robinson holdings, while Miller led a
meandering trail.  Miller's eyes never stopped scanning, and the
conversation was limited to Miller pointing out various things to Clayton.
Clayton was amazed at Miller's eyesight � it seemed like he missed
nothing, from the tracks of a whitetail to the slithering of a rattlesnake.

They saw a number of cattle with the Robinson brand, and Miller catalogued
them by age and condition.  Most were in very good condition, the range was
holding out fine for the number of cattle running on it.  Miller inquired
of Clayton, "How many head does your pa run?"

Clayton considered that for a moment, then answered, "Seems to me he said
it was something like 400 or so head."

Miller nodded thoughtfully.  Robinson was smart, not overloading the range
with too many cattle.  He had noted that there were a few that were ready
for market, and thought that maybe Robinson had been doing a tally for a
drive to town when something happened and he had not returned.  He couldn't
see a man with a family just up and leaving.  Nothing about this setup gave
the appearance Robinson was that sort of man.

The two took a break under a stand of cottonwood trees, with a small seep
of water where they watered the horses after taking their fill themselves.
Miller took advantage of the time to give Clayton a lesson on the
importance of constantly looking for signs of activity, stating that it was
always better to see something before it saw you.  After a break in the
conversation, Clayton asked hesitantly, "Could we do that thing again?
Where you suck me?"  Miller gave him a quick smile.  "Sure, bring it on
out."

Clayton quickly dropped his trousers and stepped over to where Miller sat,
his young cock already rock hard.  Miller began gently stroking, enjoying
the feel of the soft skin, fondling the small set of balls, then grasped
the shaft and began licking around the head.  Clayton groaned and closed
his eyes, reveling in the marvelous feelings coursing through his body.

Miller slathered the cock with his tongue, then took it into his mouth and
began bobbing his head slowly up and down the length of the stiff rod.  He
had always enjoyed the young ones the best.  He bobbed and sucked, then let
the hard helm pop out from between his lips to lick down to the balls and
suck them into his mouth too, rolling them around with his tongue.

One finger slowly slipped between Clayton's legs and tickled the tight
young anus.  Clayton gasped and shifted his feet apart, making it easier
for Miller's calloused finger to rub the sensitive asshole.  Clayton had
never imagined he'd get those feelings from that area, and he was enjoying
the discovery immensely.

Miller went back to bobbing, and soon he felt the jerking and throbbing of
the cock that indicated a coming eruption.  Soon enough the young rod began
to spew, delivering another dose of delicious young semen into Miller's
hungry mouth.  Miller's tongue continued to slip and slide on the sensitive
underpart of the hard penis, until finally Clayton was spent.

Miller let the still hard cock slip out from between his lips, and Clayton,
suddenly dizzy, staggered back a step.  One of Miller's strong hands
grabbed Clayton's ass to keep him from falling, then gave a couple of hard
squeezes.  Clayton smiled down appreciatively, then blurted, "Wow!  I'd
like to do that all the time!"

Miller chuckled and said, "Well, it gets sensitive after that and you have
to give it a break.  You could probably use it on a woman again right after
that, though.  See, you're still stiff.  Youngsters are like that � they
just stay hard in between � but the head gets really sensitive for being
suckled."  He reached out and gently stroked the stiff prong, then tickled
the balls.  "You've got an admirable cock there, boy.  The gals will love
you."

Clayton smiled proudly, not knowing exactly what Miller meant, but
understanding there was something he would do with a woman.

Clayton pulled his pants back up and hitched his galoose over his shoulder.
The two gathered the reins of the horses and mounted back up, then began to
drift over the countryside again.  As they were approaching the crest of a
ridge, Miller suddenly pulled up, his eyes on the ground.  Clayton scanned
around, trying to figure out what caused Miller to stop, when he spotted
the tracks of a couple of horses.  Miller looked at the tracks with a small
frown, considering, then his head rose and he examined the countryside
again.

Clayton finally asked, "What is it?"

Miller spent some time before answering, "I recognize one of the sets of
tracks, and not with any good feelings.  I don't want to get you into
anything that might cause you to get hurt, so I'm figuring the options."

Miller reined his horse to track along the ridge instead of cresting it,
using it to shield them from the riders that had gone over.  The two rode a
twisting trail, keeping to the brush and gullies so as not to be seen,
until the came out near a creek lined with cottonwoods.  Miller led the way
into a thicket, then dismounted.  "Stay here," he curtly said to Clayton.

Miller proceeded forward on foot, stealthy as a panther.  Clayton lost
sight of him almost immediately.  Clayton held still, listening.  After a
couple of minutes he heard the sound of hooves, and muttered conversation.
The conversation ended with the cocking of a hammer.  "Don't move," he
heard Miller's voice say.  "Red, I told you I never wanted to see you in
this country again.  What are you doing here?"

"Miller!  I . . . I had no idea you was anywhere around!"  Clayton figured
that must be Red's voice.

"I told you to get clean out of the country, head off to Montana or Oregon
or someplace," said Miller.  "Now I run into you again.  Seems to me you
didn't take me seriously."

"No!  I'll leave, just give me a chance!"

"You had your chance.  Now carefully reach down and unholster that sidearm.
Now toss it off there."

Clayton heard a thud.

"Who's your partner?  He's awfully twitchy, like he thinks he can get his
gun out before I blow a hole clean through him."

A new voice.  "Name's Burton.  I'm from south of here."

"Anton Burton?  I've heard of you," Miller said with scorn in his voice.
"You gunned down a couple of drunken townfolks and think you're quite a
hardcase.  You can just unlimber your sidearm too.  Toss it over by the
other one."

Clayton heard another thud.

"Now, the two of you dismount, and keep your hands where I can see `em!"
Miller said.  "Good, get over there nigh that cottonwood."

"Red?  Who is this guy" asked Burton.

"That's Len Miller, don't you do anything that'll get us killed!"

"Len Miller?" Burton echoed in a small voice.  "I ain't got no truck with
you."

That was the first time Clayton had heard Miller's first name.

"Not now you don't, but I'm going to want you to head for another climate,
too." Miller replied.

Clayton heard a shuddering groan.  "No, not again," Red blurted.

"You had your chance, Red.  It'll be worse this time," Miller threatened.

Clayton dismounted and was inching his way forward, curious as to what was
happening.  He came to a break in the brush where he could see the drama
playing out.  Miller had two men at gunpoint, one with bright red hair and
a younger, dandy looking character who Clayton figured must be Burton.
Both had their hands held over their heads.

Miller stepped forward on cat feet, suddenly lashing out and hitting Burton
on the side of the head with the gun barrel.  Burton dropped like he had
been poleaxed.  "Alright, Red.  You ain't gonna give me any trouble, are
you?"

"No," Red replied mournfully.

Miller holstered his handgun, then pulled a piggin string out of a pocket
in his chaps.  He quickly tied Miller's hands together, then stepped over
and did the same for Burton while Burton was on the ground groaning.

Miller turned and saw Clayton standing there.  "Go get my rope, boy."

Clayton turned and ran back to the horses, getting the rope coiled over
Miller's saddlehorn and hurrying back with it.  Miller took it from him and
said, "Stand back over there and don't say nothing."

Clayton turned and walked back to the edge of the small clearing.

Miller threw the rope over a strong cottonwood branch, then tied a loop
onto Miller's tightly tied hands.  Miller lifted Burton to his feet and
held him until he could stand swaying on his own.  He looped the rope
through Burton's hands and began to pull.  He pulled the rope tight until
both men stood with their hands high over their heads, with just enough
slack that they could stand.  Miller tied the rope off onto another tree.

Miller stepped back and surveyed what he had done.  Apparently satisfied,
he approached both men and removed their holsters, tossing them into the
dirt near the revolvers.  Miller then pulled his knife out and lifted it
toward Burton.  He cut the straps of the suspenders holding Burton's pants
up, causing them to immediately fall down around his ankles.  Repeating the
process for Red, Miller then put the knife back in its sheath.

Clayton was puzzled.  He had no idea what Miller was up to, having deduced
that hanging was not what Miller had in mind.  When Miller removed his own
holster and placed it on the ground, Clayton was even more puzzled.

Miller removed his suspenders and stepped up behind Burton's bare bottom.
He dropped his trousers and grabbed his already stiffening cock.  Clayton's
eyes grew wide.  He had forgotten how large Miller's cock was, and it was
getting larger while he watched.  Miller stepped forward and rubbed it
several times up the crack of Burton's ass.

"What are you doing?  Are you crazy?" Burton yelled.  Red's eyes rolled
over toward Burton, seeing Miller's large member menacingly pointing toward
Burton's rear end.  Red knew what was coming, and mentally felt sorry for
Burton.

Miller's strong hands spread Burton's ass cheeks and the tip of his cock
touched Burton's asshole.  "Hey!  What do you think . . ."  Burton's voice
ended in a scream as Miller viciously shoved the head of his cock into
Burton's anus.  Miller shoved and twisted, driving his hard cock deeper
into Burton's puckered butthole while Burton screamed in pain.  Miller
slowly stretched Burton's asshole enough to fit, then began a slow fucking
motion.  After a couple of minutes, Burton stopped screaming and was
reduced to sobs.

Miller fucked steadily, and Clayton noticed that Burton's cock began to
grow.  It was nowhere near the size of Miller's, but it was standing
straight out, bobbing with the rhythm of Miller's fucking.  Miller began to
fuck more vigorously, his hard stomach slapping into Burton's ass cheeks.
Burton was groaning, then suddenly he tightened up.

Clayton gaped as Burton began to spew cum onto the grass.  Clayton suddenly
noticed his own cock was almost painfully hard, and he shifted it in his
pants.

Burton's spasming asshole was enough for Miller, and Miller began to cum in
Burton's asshole.  He thrust hard, then held while his cock was shooting,
then thrust and held again.  A few more short thrusts and he was done.
Miller slowly withdrew his cock from Burton's twitching asshole, a gush of
cum following the head and running down Burton's balls and legs.

Miller reached over for his knife, then sliced through the piggin string
holding Burton's hands together.  Burton fell forward onto his hands and
knees, sobbing and gasping.  Miller grabbed the back of Burton's neck in an
iron grip, dragging him over in front of Red.  "Kneel up!" Miller demanded.
Burton swayed to his knees.

"Now, suck his cock!"  Burton looked wild-eyed up at Miller, who stood
glaring down at him, his large cock still hanging out.

Miller grabbed Burton by the neck again, forcing him over to Red's cock.
"Suck it, I said!"  Burton sobbed again and took Red's cock in his mouth.

Miller stepped behind Red and asked ominously, "Ready, Red?"  Red just
closed his eyes.

Miller stroked his cock a little, rubbing it against Red's butthole.
Miller began to stiffen again, and shortly was hard enough that he shoved
it in.  Red only grunted in pain, reliving a past humiliation.  Miller
began to fuck Red, while Burton sucked on Red's now stiff cock.  Miller
fucked hard and fast until Red shot his load into Burton's mouth.  Burton
coughed and cum dribbled down his chin, then he sat back on his heels, eyes
glazed.  Miller once again took advantage of a spasming anus and shot a
second, smaller load into Red's behind.

Once Miller was finished he withdrew, again followed by a dribble of cum.
He shook off his cock and pulled his pants up.  Taking up the knife again,
Miller cut the piggin string holding Red's hands together.  Red stepped to
the side, head down, defeated.

Miller slung his gunbelt around his hips, took their rifles out of their
saddle scabbards, then gently asked, "Do you both understand me?  I want
you out of this country.  Canada is nice this time of year, perhaps you
should visit it.  If I see either of you again, you'll get the same thing.
Now git!"

Red slowly pulled his pants up, then shuffled over to help Burton to his
feet, leading him to his horse.  The two mounted and Red slowly led them
away, pointing north.  Miller gathered up their revolvers and stashed them
in his saddlebags, the rifles being tied behind his saddle.


As Clayton and Miller drifted in a big circle back toward the ranch,
Clayton's eyes kept looking over to Miller.  Miller seemed relaxed,
unconcerned with what had happened.  Clayton went over what had happened
and finally asked quietly, "Why did Burton shoot juice when you screwed
him?"

"Cum.  We call it cum, boy."  Miller replied.  "I guess his body enjoyed it
more than he figured it would.  When you rub a certain spot in your ass, it
can feel good, even to the point of making you cum."

Clayton considered that for a while, then said, "When he did that, I got
really hard."

Miller smiled at him in understanding.  "Maybe you'd like me to show you
that spot?"

Clayton looked at Miller hopefully.  "Could you?"

"I think we could make that happen," Miller answered with satisfaction.

When they crossed a small creek, Miller suggested they clean themselves
before going on to the ranch.  They rode down the creek until they reached
a small pool, which would give them room enough to bathe.  The pair
dismounted and removed their clothes then waded into the cool water.  They
were a disparate couple: the tall, muscular man, browned by the sun and
hardened by nature, and the young man, slender and still to be shaped by
time.

After dousing themselves and cleaning off, Miller had Clayton lean over,
hands on his knees.  Miller spread Clayton's butt cheeks and admired the
tight little asshole.  He leaned in and swiped it with his tongue.  Clayton
let out a surprised, "Oh!" and Miller licked it again.  Miller began to
tongue Clayton's tiny anus, Clayton's prick hard and throbbing.  Miller
reached between Clayton's legs and gently stroked the stiff rod while he
continued to tongue.  When it felt like Clayton was about to go off,
Clayton stopped the stroking, but continued tonguing.

Before long, Miller was forcing his tongue into Clayton's ass.  Clayton was
pushing back against Miller's tongue.  Miller then began to slip a finger
into the tight rectum.  Clayton was quietly moaning, and gasped when the
finger finally made it through the tight rectum.  Miller gently pushed and
twisted his digit into the boy's body, loosening the tight ring.  Finally,
Miller rubbed Clayton's prostate, working the hardened fingertip against
the surface of the internal nut.

Clayton's moaning became a little louder, and Miller moved around to the
front of the boy while continuing to finger his ass.  Miller then took
Clayton's hard cock deeply into his mouth, giving a few vigorous rubs while
sucking, causing Clayton's prick to explode into Miller's mouth, gushing a
spout of creamy cum into Miller's mouth.  Miller sucked and rubbed, and
Clayton's body jerked and thrust his cock into Miller's face until he was
spent.

Clayton gasped as he finally popped himself out of Miller's mouth, standing
knee-deep in the water and regaining his senses.  He looked down at Miller
in a sort of awe.  "Holy cow!  Was that the spot you were telling me
about?" he asked.  Miller nodded with a smile, "Yep.  Liked that, did you?"

"I sure did!  I wonder what that would feel like if you were screwing me?"
Clayton wondered.

"Well, maybe we can find that out tonight," Miller opined.  "See if your ma
will let you sleep out in the bunkhouse tonight and perhaps we can make
something happen."

Clayton brightened.  "Sure!"

When Miller stood, Clayton saw Miller's huge, erect cock.  It occurred to
him that Miller hadn't cum yet, and he felt sorry for him.  A thought
struck him.

"Could I suck you the way you did with me?" he asked Miller.

Miller looked thoughtful.  "I don't know if you can get me into your mouth,
but if you want to try that would be fine."

Clayton reached out and gently touched Miller's stiff prick, then wrapped
his fingers around it.  He remembered what Miller had done, and licked the
purple helmet, then the sensitive skin on the underside.  For his part,
Miller enjoyed the feeling of the small hand and soft tongue on his hard
rod, doing his best to maintain control and not cum too quickly.

Clayton licked several more times, then opened widely and put the tip of
Miller's cock into his mouth.  He tried to bob deeper, but was only able to
get a little of it into his mouth, leaving him somewhat disappointed.  On
the other hand, he had never handled someone else's penis before, and was
enjoying playing with it.  Miller suggested that Clayton stroke him while
sucking the tip.  Clayton commenced stroking, then reached his other hand
down and fondled Miller's large ball sack.

This continued on for several more minutes, with Clayton never able to get
more than a few inches of Miller's cock into his mouth, no matter how far
he tried to open it.  Miller finally told Clayton he was getting ready to
cum, and Clayton stroked with renewed enthusiasm, using both hands.  Miller
finally blew off, ejecting a large stream of thick, creamy cum into
Clayton's mouth.  Clayton swallowed as quickly as he could to keep up with
the stream, then as Miller slowed down, Clayton ran the semen around inside
of his mouth.

Clayton tasted the spunk critically, finally deciding that he liked it.
When Miller was finished cumming, he gently removed himself from Clayton's
mouth.

"How'd I do?" Clayton asked.

"Just perfect," Miller replied.  He helped Clayton to his feet, then the
two went to the bank and dried off using their shirts.  They dressed and
mounted their horses, turning their heads for home.


Ellie saw the two when they rode out of a draw some distance off.  She
watched them approach the ranch and ride over to the corral.  She smiled as
she noted the relaxed familiarity between them, glad they were getting
along.  She had hoped that Clayton wouldn't be a bother, and it appeared
that he hadn't.  The pair unsaddled the horses, brushed them down, then
turned them into the corral with the other stock.  Each picked up a saddle
and they disappeared into the barn.

When Miller stepped through the doorway, he smelled the fresh brewed
coffee, and as they sat down Ellie poured him a cup, steaming hot.  He
gently tested it, then set the mug down.

"Range looks good," Miller began.  "We saw some stock that's ready for
market, you could probably stand to do a roundup and sort them out.  Based
on what we saw, you may be able to sell 80 or so head.  It would get you
some capital, make it easier to keep yourselves in supplies."

"Thank you so much for doing that, Mr. Miller," Ellie smiled at him.  "I'm
afraid you'd only have yourself and Clayton for hands for a roundup.  We
don't have any other saddles for Margrit and I."

Miller looked thoughtful.  "I could ride to town, maybe pick up a couple of
hands for the job," he suggested.  "You could make their pay dependent upon
any sale of the cattle, so you wouldn't need to have the cash up front."

Miller shifted in his chair, leaning back and stretching his legs out under
the table.  "Fact is," he continued, "I need to make a trip to town.  I
want to get some supplies for myself, and I could ask around while I'm
there.  Reminds me, I came across a couple of rifles down the trail, I'll
bring them up here.  I think it's best they stay with the house."

Ellie nodded her head and said, "That would be fine, Mr. Miller.  See what
you can do."

Miller said, "I could take the buckboard, maybe get you some supplies too.
The boy could handle the team and I'd ride along beside.  That way I could
scout for game and such."

Clayton was excited.  "Could I, ma?  I can handle the team, you know I
can!"

Amused by his excitement, Ellie agreed.  "Yes, I know you can handle the
team.  OK, you can go with Mr. Miller."

Miller stood up, and pushed his chair back under the table.  "I reckon
we'll be gone a couple, maybe three days, but I'll try to return with some
hands," he said.  Miller and Clayton went out and began getting the
buckboard ready for tomorrow's trip.  Miller made sure the wheels were
greased and the harness was fit for use.  He found the harness to be well
cared for and in good shape, another point in Robinson's favor.


That evening after dinner, Miller and Clayton took care of the livestock,
then went on to the bunkhouse.  Miller helped Clayton get his bed set up.
As it grew darker, Miller lit the single coal oil lamp.  Clayton's cock was
hard with anticipation of whatever might come next, a fact not missed by
Miller.  Miller took a side of bacon out of his saddlebags and laid it on a
small stand next to his bed.  He looked at Clayton.

"You ready boy?" he asked, pointedly looking at Clayton's groin.  Clayton
nodded vigorously, "Sure am!"  Miller flashed a smile.  "Good!  Let's get
undressed and see what we can do."

The two stripped out of their clothing.  Miller had Clayton kneel on the
lower bunk, spreading his knees wide.  After an admiring glance at the
slender rear, Miller sliced off a little bacon fat and rubbed it against
Clayton's puckered opening.  For his part, Clayton closed his eyes and just
enjoyed the feelings running through his body.  Miller greased up Clayton's
butthole, then using one finger, began to prod Clayton's rear.  Miller
pushed and twisted, moving his finger from side to side, slowly working in
and out.

After some minutes of that, Miller slowly inserted another finger,
stretching the rubbery ring even further.  This continued on until Miller
had four fingers sliding in and out of Clayton's anus.  When Miller figured
Clayton was stretched enough, he pulled his hand out, wiping the grease off
on a rag.

Miller had Clayton stand, then Miller lay down on the bunk, his large cock
hard and ready.  "OK, boy.  You sit astraddle of me and slowly back up to
my dick.  Put it against your hole and push back until you feel it going
in."

Clayton did as directed, backing up until he felt the tip of Miller's hard
prick touch is sensitive anus.  Clayton reached behind himself, taking
Miller's cock in hand and holding it in place while he pushed back.  The
thick cock was still having some problems getting in, so Clayton pushed
harder.  "Just take your time, boy.  It will eventually go in.  Push as
hard as you feel you can, but when it starts to hurt, just stop until the
pain goes down."

Clayton pushed, the tip slipped a little further in, and Clayton pushed
again.  A pang of pain hit Clayton, causing him to stop, and he held still
while the pain pulsed, throbbing with the beat of his heart, but slowly
subsiding.  Clayton pushed again, and felt the large cock slowly slide into
his tight butt.

Miller was in heaven.  He hadn't had one this young before, and this was
nirvana to him.  The slender, hairless body sitting on his cock made him as
horny as he had ever been.  Clayton began to lift and drop, slowly sinking
ever deeper onto the stiff rod.  When Clayton finally hit bottom, he felt
like he had reached a milestone.  He felt wonderful, and finally opened his
eyes, smiling at Miller.

Miller smiled back encouragingly.  "That's good, boy.  Now you can just
slide up and down as fast or as slow as you want."  Clayton began slowly
lifting and dropping, gaining speed as he became more comfortable with the
thick dick in his ass.  Miller reached out for Clayton's hard prick,
causing Clayton to surge forward in Miller's hand.  Miller stroked several
times while Clayton bounced, then reached lower for the ball sack, fondling
it briefly before going back to stroking.

It was long before Clayton's movements became jerky, and he began to fall
down harder on Miller's prick.  Miller knew the moment was at hand, and
stroked a little faster.  Clayton slammed himself down on Miller's cock
several more times, then shot a wad that went over Miller's head, the last
part of the stream leaving a track on Miller's torso.  The next few shots
were smaller, landing on Miller's belly, and Clayton's movements became
uneven, quivering, while the last of his spunk was ejected onto Miller.

When Clayton had finally spent himself, he opened his eyes, slowly focusing
on Miller's smile.  "Well, how was that?" Miller asked.

Clayton smiled broadly.  "That was terrific!  Wow!"

Miller nodded.  "It feels pretty good, I reckon.  Now, how about we go
until I shoot?"

Clayton nodded enthusiastically.  "Go ahead, I'm ready!"

Miller began to fuck up into Clayton's tight butthole.  Clayton immediately
understood his part and fucked back against Miller.  Miller was pounding
into the tight ass, enjoying the boy's internal heat, and fucked hard until
he shot into the boy's ass.  Clayton felt the heat of the steamy cum, and
was already hard again.  Miller finished cumming, feeling like he hadn't
felt in years.  He had Clayton slide up so he could suck the cum out of
Clayton's little booty.  As Clayton slid back down, Miller noticed the
boy's hard penis and had another thought.

"How about you give it a go with me?" he asked Clayton.  Clayton looked at
Miller, puzzled.  "What do you mean?" Clayton asked.

"Now you can screw me," Miller said.  Clayton's eyes widened in
understanding.

"I can do it with you?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yep," Miller replied.  "It will feel just as good for me as it does for
you."

"Sure!" Clayton answered.

"OK, you get off of me and we'll swap places," Miller said.

Clayton got down off the bunk, letting Miller stand up.  Clayton's cum was
running down Miller's body.  Miller had Clayton lay down and then straddled
him.  Miller wiped the cum with one hand, using it to lubricate his own
asshole, then Clayton's cock.  Miller slipped down onto Clayton's cock,
Clayton groaning and pushing up into the hot receptacle.

Miller had to do very little while Clayton frantically fucked Miller's ass,
finally shooting a wad of spunk into Miller's waiting hole.  Miller slid
off of Clayton and stood, then helped the boy to his feet.  The two
embraced gently, their cocks rubbing each other's bodies.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Margrit had watched the whole thing.


Margrit watched wide-eyed, never having seen a man's parts before.  The
things the two were doing made her feel a yearning in her belly.  She
wanted to feel what Clayton was feeling, what Miller was feeling.  She
wanted it so badly just then, she almost walked through the door to request
it, then came to her senses.  She had no business spying on the guys like
this, she was only supposed to make sure the chickens were all up.  She
turned and walked back to the house, her pussy moist and her small breasts
tingling.

Ellie noticed that Margrit was quieter than normal the rest of that
evening, and wondered what was bothering her.  She decided to not ask,
leaving it up to Margrit to come to her with any problems.  Margrit was
playing the scenes over and over in her mind, seeing stiff cocks being
plunged into hot holes, imagining her hole being stuffed in the same way.

When Margrit went to bed that night, she fingered herself, discovering more
and more about her pussy than she had before now, picturing Miller's hard
prong entering her, finally blasting into a powerful orgasm.  Her dreams
that night were filled with fucking and sucking stiff dicks, both Clayton's
and Miller's.


The guys spent the night in and out of sleep, snuggling, one or the other
of them waking with a stiff dick, and doing something about it.  By
morning, Clayton had been fucked another three times, and had his dick
sucked twice, while fucking Miller five times.  Miller was content, but
also knew this couldn't continue when there were hired hands living in the
bunkhouse with him.  He considered that at moments when he was awake.

The guys got up in the morning, and sucked each other off before dressing.
They fed the livestock and went up to the house, washing their hands and
faces before entering the house.  Ellie and Margrit were busy fixing
breakfast as Miller and Clayton sat down at the table.  Ellie greeted the
boys with a smile as they came in.  Margrit looked up briefly at them,
avoiding their eyes.  Miller poured himself a cup of hot coffee and sat
back, stretching his feet out below the table.  He sipped the coffee while
surreptitiously watching the women.

Ellie was slender, with light brown hair put up in a bun.  She had curves
in the right places, and moved with an understated grace around the
kitchen.  Margrit took after her mother, slim, with long, light brown hair.
The dress she wore didn't show much of a figure, but Miller figured it was
there sure enough.  They were both very pretty women.

When breakfast was served, Ellie said a blessing over the food before they
dug in.  Miller, whose eyes missed very little, noticed Margrit watching
him and Clayton, and fidgeting a bit in her chair.  Ellie carried on
conversation while the meal was being eaten, Miller responding where
appropriate.  Clayton was animated, which Miller thought must be fairly
normal, based on Ellie's lack of any reaction to Clayton's behavior.

When the meal was finished, Miller poured another cup of coffee and sat
back.  Margrit cleared the table, and as she reached past his shoulder for
his plate, she rubbed a breast against him.  Miller felt it clearly, like a
soft rock within the dress.  He glanced at Margrit, who held his gaze
steadily for a moment before continuing around the table.  Miller chatted
with Ellie about the plans for the day while he finished his coffee, then
got up.  Clayton was itching to get going, and beat him to the door.

Miller and Clayton hitched the team up to the buckboard, Clayton climbed up
and took the reins, and the two were off, slowly wending their way down the
rocky trail.  Margrit stood in the doorway watching them out of sight.

Miller rode back and forth on the flanks, paralleling the trail to one side
or the other much of the time.  They took few breaks, steadily eating the
distance, making better time when the trail allowed it.  At each break,
however, they took turns sucking each other off.  They finally reached the
town of Easton just before nightfall, driving directly to the livery
stable.  Easton was a small town with a single short main street, with a
store, two bars, a blacksmith shop and a single church.  Homes were built
on each side of the street on the edges of town, with a few others and
small shacks scattered randomly behind the business buildings.

Clayton stumbled when he dropped down from the buckboard, then helped
Miller unharness and water the team, then lead them into the corral.
Miller unsaddled his horse, watering it and rubbing it down, then releasing
it into the corral with the other horses with a slap on the haunch.  He
walked to the small office built into the stables, only to find a small
sign that said the hostler was out for the night.

Miller and Clayton walked down to the hotel, where Miller rented them a
room.  They dumped their gear and walked down to a building with a sign
that said, "Eats" over the doorway.  They enjoyed a dinner of beef stew,
then walked out to the boardwalk.  Miller scanned the town while picking
his teeth, then spoke to Clayton.  "You go on back to our room, Clay.  I'm
going to check the bars to see if I can find us some hands.  A bar ain't no
place for a youngster."

"Yes, sir," said Clayton.

Miller walked to the nearest bar and stepped through the batwing doors,
pausing inside to look about the interior.  A long bar stood in front of
him, with five tables scattered apparently randomly throughout the room,
several chairs around each one.  Two men played a lazy game of cards at
one, while one man stood at the bar along, conversing with the bartender.
All looked toward Miller when he entered, seeing only the dark silhouette
of a large man in the doorway.  After several seconds Miller stepped
further inside, moving toward the end of the bar away from the others.
Their curiosity satisfied, the others returned to what they were doing.

The bartended lifted his chin at Miller with eyebrows raised as if asking,
"What'll you have?"  Miller said, "Rye, if you've got it," lifting a gold
piece out of one pocket.  The bartended reached down with his right left
hand and came up with a bottle and glass, his right hand never leaving the
bar.  He thumbed the cork out and poured the drink, recorking the bottle
and walking the glass down to Miller.  Miller took a taste, deemed it
acceptable, and tapped the gold piece on the bar.  "There's the price of
the drink in here, and maybe a little more if a guy can find a couple of
good hands."

The bartender eyed the gold piece suspiciously then looked into Miller's
eyes.  "What sort of hands are you needful of?" he asked.  "I need two
hands to help round up some scattered cattle, maybe several weeks of work
before a drive to the railhead.  They need to ride and rope and fight if
need be."

The bartended motioned toward the single rider standing at the bar.
"Stinson can ride and fight and rope if need be, if roping wasn't needed so
much.  Those other two can mostly hold their own around the campfire, you
won't find them far off when chuck is being served."

Stinson laughed quietly at the last comment, which drew hoots and hollers
directed at the bartender.  "Now, Broaderick, why you gotta go giving the
man that impression of us?  We're hard working folks, just a little down on
our luck right now.  If you'd join in and give us a shot at some of your
riches every now and then, we'd be much better off."  Miller looked at
Stinson.  "You looking for work?  I need a couple of hands for a month or
so.  Thirty a month and found, paid upon delivery of some cattle."

Stinson shrugged and said, "I could use something to do.  I know one more
man who could join, if we can find him."

Miller nodded.  "I figure one more ought to be about right.  Where would we
find your man if we were looking for him?"

Stinson looked dubious.  "Well, he might be down at the Crown, or holed up
in one of those shacks with some lady.  We could go look."  The two went
out the door into the fading daylight and started across the street toward
the Crown.  Miller glanced over at Stinson and introduced himself.  "Name's
Miller, I'm helping out on a little spread west of here."  Stinson stuck
out his hand, "Stinson, pleased to meet you."  The two shook.  "That
wouldn't be the Robinson outfit, would it?"

Miller nodded.  "You know it?"

Stinson shook his head.  "Just know about it.  Word is that Robinson hasn't
been around for a while, nobody's seen him.  Some of us has been worried
about the ladies out there."

"They're doing fine, but there are some cattle ready for market," Miller
replied.  "I'm just helping to get them sold and the money back to
Mrs. Robinson.  They'll need every penny they can get right about now."

Stinson shook his head again.  "Hard, hard.  I'll be happy to help."

Stinson led the way through the doorway, scanned the room, apparently not
seeing who he was looking for.  He spoke out to the bartender, "You seen
Peak?  Got a riding job for him."

The bartender nodded, saying, "He was in earlier.  Left out about an hour
ago with Loretta.  Most likely find him at her place."

Stinson thanked him and the two turned to leave.  Stinson led off, speaking
over his shoulder to Miller.  "Loretta is one of our ladies.  She has a
little house at the south end of town."

Stinson knocked loudly on the door a small, well-kept little house.
"Peak!" he yelled while pounding.  "You in there?"

A muffled shout came from inside.  "Yes, you idiot!  Quit that noise and
come on in!"

Stinson opened the door and stepped in, Miller one step behind him.  A
naked couple were reclining in a bed across the room.  The man was built
strongly, medium height with rusty red hair.  The lady was young, with pert
breasts, long dark hair spilling down over her shoulders.  Her eyes lit up
with interest at the sight of Miller.  "My, my.  Byron, introduce me to
your friend."  She looked Miller up and down.

"Name's Miller, ma'am.  I'm looking for a rider," Miller said.

"Well, now," the lady batted her lashes at him.  "I imagine I could give
you a pretty good ride."

Peak nudged her with his elbow.  "Quit that, Loretta."  He looked back at
Miller.  "What are you needing?" he asked.

"Working for Mrs. Robinson out west of here.  We've got to get some cattle
to market.  Maybe a month's work, thirty dollars and found, paid on
delivery," Miller replied brusquely.

Peak stood up and reached for his clothes.  "I'm your guy," he said before
getting dressed.  Loretta pretended to pout, telling Miller, "You owe me
for this, big guy."

A slow smile grew on Miller's face and Loretta lost her pout, her eyes
widening.  "I always pay my debts, ma'am," Miller said quietly.

"I reckon you do," Loretta replied in a small voice.  Her voice returned to
its earlier teasing tone.  "Well, you know where I live.  Stop by anytime,"
she said coyly.

Peak jammed his hat down on his head.  "I'm ready, let's go."

The three men walked back to the Crown, where Miller bought a round and led
them to a table.  He gave a rundown of what work he intended, and picked
their brains for their knowledge of the country.  The two offered several
suggestions based on the topography of the Robinson holding, and Miller
incorporated them into the plan.  "I'm buying some supplies now, and we'll
leave at daylight."

Miller walked over to the general store, where he laid down a list of
beans, flour, sugar, coffee and bacon, then on a whim he bought a bolt of
colorful linen for the Robinson ladies. He paid the storekeeper out of his
own pocket, promising to pick everything up in the morning.  The
storekeeper got busy gathering up everything Miller had ordered, and Miller
went across to the hotel and up to his room.

Miller stepped into the room to see Clayton laying on the bed, staring at
the ceiling.  Clayton quickly stood up, saying, "It's about time you got
back.  Did you get some hands?"  Miller removed his hat and gunbelt, laying
them on the nightstand.

"Yep, got two.  We'll see how well they work out," he replied.

"Now what?" Clayton asked.

Miller looked at Clayton.  "Now we relax.  Let's get out of these clothes."

Clayton smiled broadly.  "That's what I was hoping."  His cock was already
getting hard.

Shortly the two stood naked, looking at each other.  Clayton walked to
Miller and reached out for Miller's stiffening rod.  Clayton slowly stroked
it, bringing it to full hardness.  Clayton's heart was beating rapidly,
thinking of how it would feel to have the stiff prick inside of him.  One
hand slid down to fondle Miller's large ball sack, then he leaned over to
lick the swollen purple crown.

After licking it several times, he put the glans in his mouth, swirling his
tongue around it briefly before sucking on it.  He only wanted to get
Miller ready to go, not have him cumming in his mouth.  He stroked the
veiny member with both hands while sucking, feeling it throb as he played
with it.

He finally released Miller, almost reluctantly letting it go before turning
around and presenting his ass to Miller.  Miller got onto his knees and
spread Clayton's cheeks, exposing the puckered anus.  Miller leaned in and
began to lick on Clayton's asshole, slavering his tongue all over it, a
hand reaching between Clayton's legs to briefly stroke Clayton's twitching
cock.

Miller finally stood, taking Clayton by the hips and putting the tip of his
hard prick to Clayton's little butthole.  With one hand Miller rubbed it
across the tight sphincter, causing Clayton to moan a little in
anticipation.  Finally, Miller began to push, Clayton leaning back against
him, wanting to feel the stiff prick sliding inside of him.  Slowly Miller
worked his way in, swiveling his hips to stretch the rubbery ring as he
sunk ever deeper.  When Miller was finally all the way in, Clayton gave a
little shudder.

"That feels so good," he said, almost to himself.

Miller smiled as he began to slowly screw the boy.  Shortly, Clayton began
to push back against Miller, signaling that he was ready to take it harder.
Miller was happy to oblige.  For several minutes all that could be heard
was soft grunting and the slapping of their bodies contacting each other.

Finally Clayton gave a groan, his anus twitching and clutching Miller's
throbbing cock, then shooting a load of his young spunk out onto the floor.
The feel of Clayton's butthole squeezing his cock set Miller off, and his
prick began to spew a large quantity of hot cum inside of Clayton's waiting
bowels.  Clayton groaned again, loving the feeling of the sizzling cream
filling his insides.

Miller finally gave a last hard push, then slowly began to withdraw.  As
his cock slipped out, he dropped back to his knees to catch the cum that
was leaking out of Clayton's collapsing sphincter.  Miller licked the
tender asshole, Clayton pushing cum out of his bowels while Miller slurped
it up.  When there was no more, Miller stood, pulling Clayton upright
against his hard body, his semi-flaccid penis laying between Clayton's butt
cheeks.  His hands roamed the boy's body, one reaching down to play with
the cock and balls.  Clayton's cock was still hard, and Miller stroked it
gently.

Miller turned Clayton and led him over to the bed, where he gently lay the
boy back, his legs falling to the floor from the knees down.  Clayton's
hard cock rested against his belly, and Miller took it in hand, admiring
the perfect proportions and silky texture before swiping it with his tongue
from ball sack to tip.

Miller took the tip into his mouth, wetting it briefly, before taking the
length into his mouth.  Clayton thrust back up against him, loving the feel
of Miller's mouth around his cock.  Miller sucked Clayton until Clayton
finally gave up another, smaller, load of cum into Miller's waiting mouth.
After Clayton was spent, Miller lifted the boy's legs the rest of the way
onto the bed, turning him full length, then crawled over and lay down next
to him, pulling the boy against him, spooning.  The two fell asleep like
that.


Miller awoke gradually, grateful to see it was still dark outside.  He held
the boy snuggled to his chest, one arm wrapped possessively around him.  He
let his hand slide down to Clayton's penis, which grew almost instantly
hard.  Within several strokes he was feeling Clayton moving against him,
and knew the boy was awake.  Miller moved up on his elbow, letting Clayton
roll onto his back, then Miller straddled him.

A quick movement and he had Clayton's hard prick stuffed in his ass, and
began to move up and down.  Clayton energetically fucked back up, his hands
going to Miller's stiff prong and massaging it in rhythm with the fucking.
Perfect, thought Miller.  Clayton fucked for a few minutes, then shot off
into Miller's ass.

As Clayton finished, Miller moved forward, the tip of his cock touching
Clayton's lips.  Clayton immediately took the head into his mouth,
continuing to stroke the fat dick.  Before long Miller, too, had shot his
morning wad, and Clayton eagerly drank it down.  The two then got up and
hastily dressed, eager to get going on their return trip to home.

The pair walked to the stable, where they harnessed the team and hitched it
to the buckboard.  Clayton drove the buckboard around to the back of the
general store, where the storekeeper had piled their goods for pickup.
Miller rousted the stable keeper out of bed and paid him for their keep,
then saddled his own horse and rode it to the general store, where he tied
it to the hitching post and walked around back to help load the supplies.

They were just finishing loading when their two new hands rode around the
corner.  They helped pitch the last few items up to Clayton, then the group
hit the road for home.

Miller scouted one flank while Peak handled the other side, the two often
riding off more than a mile from the buckboard.  Stinson rode alongside
with Clayton and the two got to know each other.  The trip back took
longer, as the team was more heavily laden, and they made camp ten miles
short of home.

An early start the next saw them pulling into the ranch yard about noon,
where Ellie and Margrit came out to greet them.  Miller introduced the two
new hands to Ellie, who welcomed them and thanked them for riding all the
way out.  Ellie was surprised at the quantity of supplies brought back, as
she thought that Miller was only buying for himself.

"I wasn't expecting quite that much, Mr. Miller," Ellie said.

Miller looked slightly uncomfortable.  "Well," he replied, "I had some cash
just laying around, and I figured this bunch would eat a lot of chow, so I
thought I'd at least get us started off on the right foot."

Ellie graciously thanked him.  The ladies helped with the unloading and
soon the buckboard was empty.  Clayton drove it back to the barn and
unhitched the team.  Miller led Stinson and Peak down to the bunkhouse and
they chose their beds.  "I'll see you back up at the house after you get
settled in," Miller said.  "We've got to formulate a plan.  We're starting
tomorrow."  Peak and Stinson nodded and Miller walked back up to the house.

Miller stopped and knocked at the door, waiting until Ellie told him to
come in before entering.  He removed his hat when he entered the room, and
Ellie poured him a cup of coffee.

"I'd like to thank you for the linen, Mr. Miller," Ellie said as she
finished pouring.

Embarrassed, Miller gruffly responded, "Figured you could find some use for
it."

"We will certainly make good use of it," Ellie replied.  She smiled to
herself at his brusque response.  He was a sentimentalist, and tried hard
to hide it, she thought.

"The boys will be up shortly so we can go over the plans for the roundup,"
Miller began.  "We'll have to hit it hard to start, get as many marketable
cattle together as quick as we can.  The trail to the railhead is a week's
drive, and I'd to be able to kick these guys loose."  He glanced up at her.
"Unless you figger you can use another hand."

Left unsaid was that Robinson was still unaccounted for.

Ellie understood what Miller meant, and considered the suggestion.  "I
guess we'll see how they work out," she replied.  "We may be able to keep
one of them on."

Miller nodded.  "I'll keep an eye on them.  Maybe I can make a suggestion."

Just then the two riders came to the door, knocking before entering.

"Come in, gentlemen," Ellie invited.  "I've got the coffee on."

The two came in and sat at the table, and the four discussed the plan for
the roundup.  The three men would fan out in different directions, scouring
the draws for cattle and push them onto a flat a half mile from the ranch.
Clayton would hold the herd until the evening, and then the men would
rotate through a watch schedule until daylight.  The routine would continue
until most of the cattle were being held, then they'd sort out the older
steers and some cows and kick the others back onto the range.

Clayton was disappointed to learn he would have to sleep in the house while
the men were in the bunkhouse.  Ellie didn't want him subjected to the
rough talk of grown men when they were relaxing, and also didn't want to
keep the men from fully relaxing.


That night, after everyone was in bed, Margrit whispered to Clayton, "Are
you awake?"

"Yes," he whispered back."

Margrit hesitated, not sure how to broach the subject.  "I saw you with
Mr. Miller earlier.  In the bunkhouse," she stated.

Clayton's heart nearly stopped.  Oh, no!  I hope she doesn't tell Ma!

"Yeah?" he queried in a choked voice.

"It made me feel funny, and I wanted to come in with you guys.  Can I do
that with you?" Margrit asked quietly.

I'm not in trouble!  She wants to screw! Clayton thought.  His body
relaxed, trembling from the shot of adrenaline he had just experienced.

"I reckon," he whispered, starting to get excited.

He heard Margrit quietly get out of her bed, then felt her at his side.  He
threw his blanket to the side, felt her hands on his bed, then she was
beside him.  "I want to feel your thing," she whispered in his ear.
Clayton was quick to pull up his sleeping shirt, exposing his lower end.
Margrit's hand felt around until she was able to grab it, then she took it
in both hands.

"It's so hard, but so soft," she said incredulously, continuing to stroke
it.

Clayton asked, "Did you see how we sucked each other?" he asked her
hopefully.

"Yes, I saw that, but what I was hoping was to get one of them sliding in
and out of me," Margrit replied.  "I can help with that," Clayton said.  He
had Margrit remove her sleeping clothes also, so that both teenagers were
naked.  "You can just sit astraddle me, and put me in you," Clayton
whispered.  "Let me get you wet, first."

Clayton had Margrit kneel, her rear presented to him, the way he had
learned from Miller.  He spread Margrit's butt cheeks and gave a tentative
lick at the puckered ring.  Margrit gasped sharply.  Finding nothing
unlikeable, Clayton started licking more vigorously, swirling and poking
his tongue all the while.  Margrit was puzzled as to why Clayton would lick
her butt, but she was enjoying it.  She dropped her head to the mattress,
reached one hand between her legs and began to lightly finger herself.  In
the darkness, Clayton could see nothing, and so was operating strictly by
feel.

Margrit fingered herself to a shuddering climax, gritting her teeth to keep
from crying out in ecstasy.  Clayton felt Margrit shuddering and stopped
licking.  "Are you alright?" he asked with concern.  Margrit nodded, then
realized Clayton couldn't see her and said, "Yes, I'm fine.  I think I'm
ready now."

Margrit moved off the bed so Clayton could get on.  He lay on his back and
Margrit felt her way onto him.  Clayton explained how she was to lean
herself back against his rod and work it into her butt.  Margrit knew that
wasn't how it was supposed to work, but since the licking had felt so good,
she thought she'd give it a try.

She held the hard member in her hand and slowly guided it to the sensitive
anus.  When she had it held in place, she began to push back against it,
Clayton giving little thrusts upward.  The head of Clayton's cock slowly
penetrated the tight sphincter, Margrit swiveling her hips as it went
deeper and deeper.  Clayton was reveling in the tightness of Margrit's
virgin butthole, so tight it almost hurt.

Finally, Margrit bottomed out, and sat for a bit getting used to the feel
of the stiff prick inside of her.  She had done it!  She had a penis inside
of her!  It was what she had been dreaming of, and she began to move slowly
up and down.  Clayton's hands went to her body, sliding up her torso.
Margrit took Clayton's hands and put them on her breasts, Clayton
immediately beginning to fondle them.

Margrit rode Clayton with more energy, enjoying the feeling of being
penetrated by the hot cock.  She reached down and again played with her
snatch, feeling the liquid seeping out.  Clayton was thrusting harder and
faster, and she adjusted to his rhythm, meeting him halfway.  Finally,
Clayton shuddered, thrusting hard and lifting Margrit up off her knees.
Margrit felt the hot cum being released inside of her, Clayton's cock
throbbing as it spewed shot after shot.  Margrit gave a last rub on her
clit and brought herself to climax as well, her spasming anus squeezing
Clayton's cock.

When the two finished their respective orgasms, Margrit fell forward onto
Clayton and the two lay embraced, rocking back and forth in the feeling of
the moment.  Margrit slid forward and Clayton's still-hard cock popped out
of her tight ass.  Margrit shifted, then lay full-length on top of Clayton,
giving him a kiss and then resting her head alongside of his.

They lay together like this, Margrit's fluids cooling between them, until
Margrit finally jerked awake.  She was cold, and thought she'd better get
back into her own bed before Ma woke up.  She whispered in Clayton's ear,
"We'll do this again."  Clayton hugged her tightly, then let her go.
Margrit returned to her bed and they slept the rest of the night.


The roundup commenced, and as the weeks went by, more and more cattle were
brought in to the flat.  There was plenty of graze and the creek nearby,
but the graze wouldn't last.  They needed to finish the gather and start
branding soon.

At night, Clayton would return home while the men took shifts herding.
Clayton wanted to spend a shift on night watch, but Miller wanted him fresh
for the boring job of watching a herd all day long.  Clayton and Margrit
took advantage of Clayton's presence by learning about each other's bodies.
Clayton finally learned what a pussy was, and poured many a load of hot cum
into Margrit's steaming snatch.  Margrit learned how to give a blowjob, and
drank down a few loads herself.

When branding commenced, Clayton was too tired at the end of a day to play
around, and after dinner he collapsed into his bed.  Branding was hard,
hot, dusty work.  The men would bathe in the creek after every day, and
Clayton would often join them.  Clayton surreptitiously eyed Peak's and
Stinson's cocks, wondering if they would feel the same as Miller's,
wondering what their cum was like.

Margrit never let Clayton's tiredness stop her.  She would creep over to
his bed and lay down with him.  She would uncover him and play with his
cock.  His cock always stood up, no matter how tired he was.  Margrit loved
playing with it � she stroked it; she caressed it; she licked it and
showered kisses upon it; and when she was ready, she would climb on top of
Clayton and impale herself on him.  Margrit swiveled her hips as she moved
gently up and down, squeezing her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples.
She would feel Clayton trembling and would try to join him in orgasm as he
squirted a hot load into her.  Sometimes the timing was off, and she would
finger herself while continuing to ride him.  His cock almost never went
soft.

One night, afterward, Margrit was laying on Clayton's body, her breathing
slowly coming back to normal, Clayton's still-hard prick in her honeypot,
Margrit whispered, "How did it feel having Mr. Miller's dick in you?"

Clayton took several moments to answer.  "It was neat.  It's so big, it
just fills me up."

Margrit lay there another minute and then asked, "Is there some way you can
get Mr. Miller to screw me?"

Margrit felt Clayton laughing silently beneath her.  "I'd really like to
feel that, too.  I think Mr. Miller would love that.  I don't know how we
can do it, but we can try."

Margrit hugged Clayton fiercely.  "Thank you."

Finally the branding was finished.  They kept a hundred head back for
market and kicked the rest back onto the range, where they slowly wandered
off.  There was a couple of days of rest while the drive was set up.  The
buckboard was brought back out, the hubs greased and a suspension strap
replaced.  All of the hands knew the trail north to the rail head, and
Miller had come down from that direction when he first appeared at the
Robinson ranch.  The trail should easily support this small herd without
undue hardship.  Miller anticipated a good return for Ellie Robinson,
enough to keep the family alive for several years, at least.

Miller stood in the yard with Clayton at his side and took leave of Ellie.
"We should be gone a couple of weeks," he said to Ellie.  We don't want to
push them so hard they lose weight.  The four of us should be enough to
move this bunch along."

Margrit stood behind Ellie, eyeing Miller and Clayton speculatively.  Every
time Miller glanced her way, she would push her chest out, accentuating her
budding breasts.  Miller noticed, but didn't let on.

Miller and Clayton rode out, leading the few extra head of horses the
Robinsons owned.  The extra horses might be useful on the drive.  They
caught up to the herd and pushed the horses in with them, then slowly
started drifting up the trail.  Clayton switched over to the buckboard with
the supplies and drove it upwind of the cattle.

The herd slowly started moving north, grazing as they went.  Paying close
attention was another set of eyes.  Angry eyes, and hungry.  When the herd
had moved off a couple of miles, the rider got onto his horse and slowly
rode down toward the Robinson home.  He had some payback to deliver.

Ellie heard the hail from outside and went to the door.  She saw a rider on
a horse pulled up in front of the house.  "Howdy, ma'am.  How's for some
coffee?"  He was well dressed, something of a dandy, and had a taunting
look about him.

Something about the man made Ellie nervous, but she didn't want to be
inhospitable.  "Come on in, the coffee's hot," she replied.

The man tied his horse and came into the house.  Ellie filled a mug with
steaming coffee and put it on the table.  The man sat down and took a sip
before looking up.  His eyes appeared taunting and Ellie felt a stab of
fear.  The men had just gone and Ellie wasn't sure she could get to the
revolver Miller had left them with.

Margrit came in from outside and placed a basket of vegetables on the
sideboard, looking askance at the stranger sitting at the table.  He looked
Margrit over appraisingly, causing a bit of anger to come up inside of
Ellie.  She thought to get Margrit out of the man's sight, and said,
"Margrit, please go to the barn and see what you can do about straightening
up the tack room."

Margrit was puzzled.  Ma had never asked her to do anything like that
before, and Margrit wasn't sure what she meant about straightening it up.
"OK, ma," she said and turned for the door.

The man stood quickly, drawing his revolver.  "You just stay right here,
missy," he said.  The ladies gasped and moved closer together.  The man
moved in front of the door, holding the revolver negligently.  "You ladies
just shuck them dresses," he said.  "We're going to get to know each other
real well."

**

Miller was making a sweep to the west when he saw the set of tracks.
Something about them looked familiar.  He studied them with unease, his
eyes noting their direction.  He began to follow the tracks, which led up
into the hills beyond which lay the flat where the cattle had been held.
The longer he followed them, the more sure he was that he had seen them
before, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

The tracks led to a small camp in the hills, which appeared to have been
used just recently.  Miller noted the tracks around the campfire, and saw a
well-used trail leading up to the ridge.  Following the trail, he came to a
point that had obviously been used for observing the herd.  Miller wondered
if someone was planning on rustling the herd.  He thought to head back to
warn the riders, but thought he'd first take some time to see which
direction the observer had gone.

Miller went back to the camp, and scouting around found where the horse had
been tethered.  The trailed the horse briefly and realized that the trail
now headed like an arrow directly to the Robinson ranch.  Cursing, he ran
for his horse.

**

The girls stood before the man, naked.  Ellie's slim but mature figure in
contrast with Margrit's small, still-developing body.  Ellie's breasts were
full, her slim waist accentuating her hips.  Margrit's small breasts just
fit her slender body, her hips not yet developing.  A small tuft of silky
hair grew above her pussy.  The man was getting turned on, his pants
tenting in front of him, his breath becoming a little shallower.  "This
looks fine," he said in a thick voice.

The man slowly removed his boots one at a time, then slipped his suspenders
down and dropped his trousers to the floor.  He stepped out of them, his
hard prick standing out in front of him.  "I can't decide which one I want
to do first.  Do either of you prefer to go first?" he asked with a grin.

Ellie, her chin up, moved Margrit behind her.  "Don't you touch her," she
said with venom.  "You won't be able to hide if you do this thing.  Go now,
we won't say anything."

The man shook his head slowly.  "No, I've been planning this for a while.
That Miller, he live here?"

"Mr. Miller works for me," Ellie replied cautiously.

"Well, I owe him something and I figure this is the best way to pay him
back.  He been in your bed?  You guys been screwing?" he asked.

Ellie was shocked.  "No!  He's been a perfect gentleman, and we're not
those kinds of girls."

"Well, I reckon you'll be those kinds of girls when I finish with you," the
man threatened.  "You!" he spoke to Ellie.  Over here and lean on that
table.  The girl can stand there and watch."

Ellie moved slowly, the revolver barrel following her every move.  The man
moved a chair out of the way and grabbed Ellie's arm, throwing her over the
table.  The man's hard cock was throbbing in anticipation.  He pushed
between Ellie's shoulderblades, pinning her to the table while he stepped
up.

Margrit was looking at the man's erect penis, comparing it to Clayton's.
They were of a similar size, but the man's was thicker.  She wondered how
it would feel going into her mother.

Ellie was getting angrier.  As the man's penis nudged her backside, she
tried to move away from him, but he grabbed her by the back of the neck and
pushed again.  He moved his dick up and down, trying to find the hole.
Finally hitting it, he shoved in hard.  Ellie winced in pain, she had no
lubrication yet.  She knew what was coming and that she would eventually
start to lubricate.  The man didn't want to wait.  He fucked Ellie
brutally, slowly sliding the table across the room.  In his excitement, he
didn't last long.  He blew a load of hot cum into Ellie's pussy after only
a minute of fucking.  Holding her down while he made his final thrust, he
held it in place while it throbbed, squirting out the last bits.

The man withdrew, his prick slick with his own cum and Ellie's pussy juice.
He backed away a couple of steps, allowing Ellie to stand.  Ellie stood and
turned to face him, her face tight with anger.  He grinned at her and said,
"I bet you've been waiting for something like that.  Now get over against
the wall."  Ellie moved over to the wall next to Margrit, the sideboard
alongside of her.

The man looked at Margrit.  "Now you, get over here.  Move this table back
thisaway."

"No!" Ellie shouted.  "You leave her alone!"

The man's eyes widened.  "You're telling me?  Don't get in the way or I'll
shoot you where you stand.  I'm already going to be in big enough trouble,
killing someone won't add to it."

Ellie knew he was right, and if she was killed, she wouldn't be able to
help Margrit.  There was still a chance as long as she was still standing.

Margrit moved to the side of the table across from the man and slowly slid
it a few feet toward the man.  She would never admit it, but she had been
turned on by what the man was doing to her ma.  She was reluctant, but
almost looking forward to it.

**

Miller rode hellbent toward the ranch, not sparing the horse.  As he
crested the last rise, he pulled up to look the scene over.  A horse was
tethered near the house, and he recognized it.  Burton!

Miller spurred the horse and galloped down the side of the hill toward the
house as fast as he safely could.  He came around the corral and into the
ranch yard, pulling up and getting off the horse in one swift move.  He
drew his revolver and ran the last few yards to the doorway.

**

They all heard the horse running into the yard, and Burton turned, raising
his revolver and pointing it toward the door.  In one swift move, Ellie
grabbed the cast iron skillet near her hand, made two long steps and with a
wide swing, smashed the skillet across the side of Burton's head.  Burton
dropped like a shot, blood welling from a gash on his skull.

Miller came into the room, seeing Burton on the floor and Ellie standing
over him with a frying pan, her eyes blazing.  He glanced toward Margrit,
who smiled and thrust her chest out, pulling her shoulders back, showing
her breasts off.

Miller thought Ellie was majestic in her fury.  Her chest heaving, standing
over her vanquished foe, she was beautiful.  Her figure was enough to put
any man to breathing hard.

Miller holstered his gun, brusquely saying, "Get dressed.  I'll take out
the trash."  The ladies reached for their dresses, Margrit making sure she
bent over to show Miller her ass.  She stood like that briefly, looking
over her shoulder to see if he noticed.  He did, and a little smile
flickered at the corner of his mouth.

Miller grabbed Burton by the heels and dragged him outside, then threw him
over the saddle of Burton's horse.  He tied Burton in place, Burton's bare
ass shining in the sun.  Miller went back to the house, where the ladies
stood inside.  He asked, "Did he hurt anyone?"  Ellie lifted her chin,
while Margrit looked at her.  Miller knew.  He shook his head, a tight
anger building in his chest.  His lips tightened and he nodded to Ellie.

Miller turned and went back outside, untying Burton's horse and leading it
to where his own horse stood ground hitched.  He climbed into the saddle,
holding the reins of Burton's horse.  The ladies had followed him outside.
He looked at the and said, "I'll take care of him and get back to the herd.
You'll be alright?"

Ellie nodded.  "We'll be fine, Mr. Miller," she said with dignity.  "You do
what you need to."  Miller looked at Margrit, who seemed largely unaffected
by what had happened.  Margrit did not understand the difference between
what she and Clayton did at night and what had just happened with her
mother.  She smiled at Miller, batting her eyelashes at him.  He gave a
little shake of his head and turned away, leading Burton's horse.

Miller rode steadily west, into the rough hills and draws.  Burton woke up
and began to yell.  "Hey!  This hurts!  Let me sit on the horse, will you?"
Miller ignored him as he continued to ride deeper and deeper into the rough
country, Burton hollering the whole way.

Finally finding a secluded spot under a shady tree, Miller pulled up.  He
tied his horse, leaving Burton hanging over the saddle.  Miller built a
small fire, causing Burton to become quiet.  The fact that a fire was being
built meant nothing good for Burton.  Miller had selected this spot because
of the large cottonwood that had fallen nearby.

Miller walked over to Burton and asked quietly, "Are you going to be
cooperative?"  Burton had no choice but to agree.  There's something about
having one's bottom exposed that leads to a lack of confidence.  Miller
untied Burton, allowing him to slide to the ground.  After riding slung
over a horse for so long, Burton couldn't stand.  Miller helped him up and
led him over to the cottonwood, where he pushed Burton across it.  Burton
did not resist.

Miller tied Burton's hands with a rope, snubbing them to a nearby tree.
Burton's legs each got a loop, being tied to branches on the cottonwood.
Burton understood his situation, and that his rear end was exposed and
vulnerable.  He expected a repeat of what had happened before, and mentally
prepared himself.

Miller had other plans.

"I don't have a lot of time to waste with you, Burton," Miller said
quietly.  "You're an animal, and a coward.  You don't deserve to live, but
I'm going to give you that chance."

Miller walked up to Burton and pulled his knife out of the sheath.  The
knife was razor sharp, and in fact Miller often used it to shave with in
the absence of a proper razor.  He took Burton's ball sack in hand, making
a circle with his forefinger and thumb, pulling the balls down and
tightening the skin.  He made a little swipe with the blade, cutting a
small, almost bloodless slit in the ball sack, causing the two nuts to
shoot out and fall to the ground.  Burton let out a little yelp.

Miller sliced through the small tubes connecting the balls to Burton, then
stood.  He kicked the balls into the fire, where they sizzled briefly
before popping.

Miller stepped back over to Burton.  "Now, everywhere you go, folks will
know you're not a man.  You're a bitch, good for only one thing."  Burton
sobbed.  Miller stood for a second, shaking his head.  He untied Burton and
coiled his rope.  Burton slid to the ground and checked to verify what he
thought had happened.  When he felt the empty sack, he looked in horror at
Miller.  Miller stared back impassively.

Miller walked back over to his horse, digging into his saddlebags briefly
before returning with a revolver.  "Recognize this?  You ought to, it's the
gun I took from you the last time we met.  I'm going to give you one
opportunity to do the right thing."

Miller unloaded the revolver, dumping the cartridges into his pocket.  He
threw the gun onto the ground near the fire, then pulled one cartridge out
and tossed it into the sand nearby.

Miller mounted his horse, taking the reins of Burton's mount and turning to
ride off.  About twenty minutes later he heard a shot, and smiled to
himself.  Burton had done the right thing.

Miller was almost out of daylight, but he wasn't all that tired.  He rode
through the night, cantering up to the herd's campsite before dawn.
Stinson was with the cattle, but Peak and Clayton both woke up when Miller
rode up to the camp.  Peak watched while Miller unsaddled Burton's horse,
sending it to graze with the others.

Clayton was dying of curiosity, and could hardly wait until Miller came
back to the fire before asking, "Where have you been?  Where'd you get the
horse?"

Miller poured himself a cup of coffee before replying.  "Ran into an old
enemy and had to take care of it," he said abruptly.  Clayton understood
the tone and stopped with the questions.  Peak just sat in silence,
understanding that if Miller wanted to share more details, he would.

Stinson came in from night herding and saw Miller at the fire.  "Hey, we
were worried about you.  You should tell someone before you go riding off
like that."

Miller shook his head.  "Sometimes there isn't time," he replied.

Stinson glanced over at Peak, who shook his head slightly.  Stinson let the
subject drop.

The crew made breakfast and saddled up to continue the drive, Clayton
climbing into the driver's seat of the buckboard.  The herd made it the
rest of the way to the railhead with no further incidents, and Miller took
payment from a cattle buyer there.  He paid off Stinson and Peak, who
wanted to spend a little time at the bar before returning back home.
Clayton and Miller took a room at the hotel and spent the night fucking and
sucking.

The trip back went considerably faster, without the cattle slowing them
down.  Four days after selling the cattle, Miller and Clayton arrived at
the ranch house, running the spare horses into the corral and unharnessing
the team from the buckboard.  After everything had been put away they
walked into the house.  Ellie turned from the stove, a smile on her face.
"Welcome home!  I've got fresh coffee, you just sit right down and I'll
pour you a cup."

Miller put the bag of gold coins on the table and then pulled up a seat.
Clayton sat across from him.  As Ellie poured, Miller spoke.  "Got $22 per
head for your cattle, ma'am.  Not bad, given the market.  We caught them in
an off season and they were eager to buy.  I can run that to the bank for
you tomorrow."

Margrit climbed down from the loft, her eyes bright.  "What did you do with
the bad man, Mr. Miller?" she asked.  Clayton's head jerked up to look at
Miller and Ellie shushed Margrit.  Chastened, Margrit fell silent and set
about helping to prepare a meal.

"What bad man, Mr. Miller?" Clayton asked suspiciously.  "Is that where you
got the horse?  Here?"

Ellie's face was still.  Glancing at her, Miller gruffly said, "I'll talk
to you about it later, boy.  This isn't the time or place."

Ellie quietly said, "We were all here, Mr. Miller.  Go ahead and tell him.
You're not saving us from anything."

Miller glanced from Ellie to Margrit, then back to Ellie.  She nodded
firmly to him.  He looked down at his coffee mug, then told Clayton what he
knew about what had happened at the house.  He glossed over what had
happened after he left the house, but the fact that the horse was here
without its rider spoke volumes.

That night, after the kids had gone to bed, Ellie got up to visit Miller.
As she left the house, she saw his shadow at the corral and walked in that
direction.  She came up to him where he was standing, watching the horses.
She stood next to him quietly for several minutes, then said, "I'm no less
a woman after what that man did, Mr. Miller."

Miller looked down at her.  "No, ma'am, I don't reckon you are.  In fact,
I'd say you're quite a woman, one that any man would be proud to know.
When I saw you there, with that skillet in your hand, your eyes all afire,
I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful."

Ellie blushed in the darkness, thinking about Miller seeing her naked, with
cum running down the inside of her thighs from her recent violation.
"Thank you, Mr. Miller."

After a long period of silence, Ellie spoke again.  "What is your first
name, Mr. Miller.  I know you well enough that now it seems strange to
speak to you so formally."

"My ma called me Leonard, most folks usually call me Len," Miller replied.

"I'll call you Leonard.  I think that fits you very well," Ellie said.
Miller turned to face her.

"You're quite a woman, Ellie," Miller said, shocking Ellie.  He had never
called her by name before.  Miller lifted her chin and lowered his head to
hers.  Their lips met, and Ellie did not resist.  The kiss went on,
becoming more passionate.  Their bodies pressed against each other.  Miller
felt her firm breasts against his stomach and felt a surge of heat in his
groin.

Ellie put her arms around him, pulling him tightly to her, feeling his hard
body, and another, harder part of his body down lower.  His desire was
apparent, and she felt her own heat beginning.  It had been a long time
since her husband had disappeared, and a woman had needs.  She pushed her
stomach against his stiffness, making her wishes known.

Miller took one hand and put it against her breast, squeezing gently,
causing Ellie to moan in his mouth.  Breaking the kiss, Miller turned, and
with an arm around her shoulders, guided her toward the bunkhouse and his
bed.

**

The kids, meanwhile, were taking advantage of their mother's absence, being
much more aggressive with their sexual play.  Clayton was pounding his hard
prick into Margrit's steaming snatch with abandon, sure that they'd hear
the door open and would have time to be quieter.  Margrit was reveling in
the feelings coursing through her body, pulling Clayton harder into her.

Clayton finally shuddered and blasted hot semen into her wet pussy, Margrit
having her own orgasm as she felt the heat inside of her.  When Clayton was
spent, he fell onto her, and she wrapped her legs around him, holding him
in place.

Speaking normally, Margrit asked, "Were you ever able to talk to Mr. Miller
about having sex with me?"

"Not yet," Clayton replied.  "I'll try to do that tomorrow.  There should
be time somewhere in the day."  Clayton was thinking that at some point, he
and Miller would have sex themselves, and that would be a good time to
broach the subject.

They lay there quietly for a while, enjoying laying together like this,
then Margrit said, "I'd like to have you do it to me like that bad man did
with ma."

Clayton lifted his head to look at Margrit.  "What happened, anyway?"

Margrit told him the story of what had happened before Miller showed up.
Clayton was angry, first at the man, then at himself for not being here
when the women needed him.  He calmed down as he realized the situation was
over, and there was nothing he could do about it.  He vowed to himself that
he would become good with a gun, just in case his ma and Margrit ever
needed him to be.

As he calmed down, he imagined what his mother looked like without her
clothes, and asked Margrit.  Margrit said, "She's beautiful.  I hope I look
like her when I grow up."

Clayton said sincerely, "I think you're beautiful right now, Margrit.  I'm
sure you'll be as pretty as ma when you get older."

Margrit hugged Clayton tightly, then wondered, "What's keeping ma?"

Clayton said, "I think she was going to talk to Mr. Miller.  She's probably
down at the bunkhouse.  They might be talking about what you just told me."

Margrit said, "Good, we might have time to do it again.  Do it to me from
behind, would you?"

Clayton was more than happy to oblige.

**

Miller closed the door behind them, and Ellie turned to face him in the
darkness, just a little light coming through the window.  They kissed
again, more sure of themselves this time, and Miller fondled her breasts
before undoing her hair.  As her hair fell over her shoulders, Ellie rubbed
one hand against the front of Miller's pants, wondering if he was as large
as he felt.  Miller undid Ellie's dress, and sliding it over her shoulders,
it fell to the floor.  Ellie's undergarment went next, and there she stood
in resplendent beauty.  Her long brown hair cascading down, womanly breasts
on a slender body, hard stomach even after two children, Miller was taken
by her beauty.

Miller took his clothes off, exposing his hard member.  Ellie stepped
forward and grabbed him with one hand, confirming his size.  She had been a
virgin when she married Tom, and that was her only experience with a man.
Leonard would make two of Tom, and Ellie felt a tingle of anticipation.

Miller led her to the bed, laying her down, then lowering himself on top of
her.  He kissed her neck, worked his way down to her breasts, where he
tongued her hard nipples for a bit.  Kissing lower, he circled her navel
with his tongue, then went further down.  Ellie was breathing heavily,
never having experience anything like this.  Instinctively she spread her
knees, and then he was there, at her very center, his warm breath against
her dripping cunt.

Miller touched Ellie's clit with his tongue, causing Ellie to gasp and grab
his head with both hands.  Miller then licked it several times, Ellie
pushing back against him.  Suddenly she had her first orgasm, groaning out
as she pulled his head into her snatch, which he eagerly tongued.  Her
orgasm went on for nearly a minute before Miller stopped tonguing her, and
she slowly came back to reality.

Miller slid forward, until the tip of his hard prick touched her wet hole.
Ellie lifted her hips, urging Miller on.  Miller got the hint, and with a
single, slow thrust, fully entered her.  Ellie groaned in ecstasy.  Miller
commenced a slow, firm rhythm, pulling almost fully out, then driving back
in.  He screwed Ellie to another orgasm, and as she cried out, her pussy
clenching his engorged rod, he blew a big load of steaming cum inside of
her, blast after blast of hot jizz.  Ellie convulsed, her fingernails
clawing across Miller's back, grabbing his hard buttocks and pulling him
into her.

Miller finally finished, slowly coming to a stop, then lay on top of Ellie
with his prick slowly losing its firmness.  As the flaccid member slid out
of Ellie's wet pussy, she moaned in disappointment.  The way she felt right
now, she would have liked it to stay there forever.  Miller quickly slid
back down, and lifting her knees, dove back in to tongue her pussy.  Ellie
once again started cumming, her orgasm pushing the cum out of her hot hole
and into Miller's waiting mouth.  When he was finished, Miller lay back
down beside Ellie, pulling her against him.

The two snuggled for a long time, briefly falling asleep in each other's
arms.  Ellie woke up with a start, waking Miller also.  "I've got to get
back to the house!" she exclaimed.  "What will the kids think?"

Miller had ideas about that, but went along with her.  He helped Ellie get
dressed again and walked her up to the cabin, the light from the coal oil
lamp guiding their last few yards.  They kissed outside the door, then
Ellie went inside, closing the door behind her.  She listened for the kids,
but heard nothing.  Her heart singing, she put out the lamp and went to
bed.

The next morning, Ellie was getting breakfast ready and asked Margrit to
bring Mr. Miller up to the house.  She eagerly agreed, and almost ran down
to the bunkhouse.  She barged in, to find Miller standing stark naked in a
tub of water, taking a bath.  Miller didn't bat an eye, and Margrit only
closed the door behind her, stepping further in.  Eyeing Miller, she said,
"I'm supposed to tell you that breakfast is almost ready."

Miller, in his ineffable way, said, "But you'd like a quickie while you're
here, right?"

Margrit didn't know what Miller meant.  "What's a quickie?" she asked.

"A quickie is when we have sex real fast," Miller said with a smile.

Margrit said, "Ooh!  I'd love to have a quickie!  I'd like to have one long
too, but I'll take a quickie."

Margrit quickly stepped over to Miller in the tub and grabbed his wang.
With three tugs she had it at full firmness.  She surprised Miller by
sucking on it, and he thought he had an idea where she might have learned
that.

"OK," Miller said, stopping Margrit.  "I'm ready.  Now it's time to get you
ready."

Margrit had her dress off in a flash.  Miller contrasted Ellie's mature
body with Ellie's still growing body, both pretty, both desirable.  Miller
kneeled down in front of Margrit and began to tongue her.  She spread her
legs to give him easier access.  Clayton had never done this, but then
maybe nobody had ever taught him.  She'd make sure that was changed the
next time they were together.  It felt great.

When Margrit was wet, Miller leaned her over the stove and entered her from
behind.  Margrit seemed to really love that, and pushed back against him.
She was no virgin, surprising Miller not at all.  He pounded into her
rapidly, with Margrit pushing back against him, getting him inside as far
as possible.  Miller didn't last long with her tight pussy tugging on him,
and he soon dumped a lot of hot jizz inside of her young pussy.

Dropping to his knees, he licked and slurped her dripping hole clean of
their combined juices, enjoying the flavor.  Standing up, he slapped her on
the bottom, causing her to squeal and jump up.  "OK, honey.  We're done
here," said Miller with a smile.  "We'll do it again sometime, but that's
all we've got time for now."  He threw a towel to Margrit to wipe down with
and did the same for himself before dressing.  After Margrit was dressed,
the two walked back up to the house.

When they walked through the door, Ellie noticed right away that Margrit
had a bit of a spring in her step, and had a surge of anger that she
recognized as jealousy.  Had Leonard really had sex with Margrit?  Ellie
found it hard to believe, but that's what the signs were telling her.  She
tried to read Miller's face with surreptitious glances, but his face gave
nothing away.  He looked the same as he always did.

Clayton looked expectantly at Margrit, who met his look with a beaming
smile and a nod.  Clayton grinned from ear to ear, happy for his sister.
Margrit's pussy was tingling, and she was keeping herself wet thinking
about what had happened.  She couldn't wait to do it again.

After breakfast, while the women were cleaning up, Miller and Clayton went
out to care for the livestock.  While pitching hay to the horses, Clayton
looked at Miller seriously and asked, "Would you teach me to shoot?"

Miller kept pitching hay for a moment, then put the pitchfork down and
leaned on it.  He studied Clayton for bit, meeting his eyes.  Clayton found
it hard to meet Miller's gaze, but he looked back resolutely.  "And just
why do you want me to teach you to shoot, boy?" Miller inquired.

"If I'm ever here with just ma and Margrit, and something like that man
happens again, I want to be able to stop him," Clayton replied.

Miller signed, then leaned the pitchfork against the rail.  "I didn't want
to tell you in front of the womenfolks, but that man was Burton, from
awhile back," Miller said.  He glanced at Clayton.  "You recollect him?"

Clayton was confused for a bit, then his eyes widened.  "The one you
screwed?"

Miller nodded slowly.  "That one.  He came back because he was mad at me
for what I had done.  What happened to your ma was my fault.  I should have
known he wouldn't just leave."

Clayton didn't see it the same way, but asked curiously, "What did you do
to him?"

"Neutered him.  He was an animal, a cowardly animal, and he got off easy,"
Miller flatly stated.

Clayton thought that over for a second and then inquired, "But how did you
get his horse?"

"He wasn't going to need it," Miller replied vaguely.  "He went as far as
he was going to go."

Clayton didn't understand, but realized he wasn't going to get any other
details out of Miller.  He let the matter drop.

Later that day, after riding the range for a while, out of the blue Miller
said to Clayton, "I reckon I can work with you on your shooting.  There's
that extra revolver that Burton used to own, it's not a bad gun.  We'll
make a ride to town later on and get in a supply of cartridges, but in the
meantime you can learn to handle it."

Clayton felt a surge of excitement go through him.  He was going to learn
to shoot!  Really shoot!  And once he knew how, he would practice and
practice until he could handle a gun like an expert.  Clayton had no idea
of becoming a gunfighter, he just didn't want some gunfighter coming into
his home and treating his family like the last one had.

The two stopped to bathe in the creek before they got back to the house.
Clayton had been cleaning more often than normally since he had met Miller,
and he liked the feeling of being clean.  While they were standing in the
creek, Miller sucked him dry, and then screwed him until he was filled with
hot cum.  Clayton loved the feeling of Miller's big cock sliding in and out
of his ass, rubbing across his prostate, and he jerked himself off to
another climax.  Clayton cleaned himself off afterward and the two rode for
home.

On the way Clayton asked, "Did Margrit say anything to you about getting
screwed?  She really wanted to try it with you."

Miller, his eyes constantly scanning the country, replied, "I reckon she
made her feelings known."

Clayton eyed Miller.  "Well?  Did you screw her?"

"Yep."

They rode in silence for a while longer before Clayton ventured, "I'd sure
like to do it with all three of us.  That would be fun!"

Miller laconically said, "I guess that would be pretty fun, yep."

They got back to the house and put the horses up, then went into the house.
Miller gave Ellie the range report, then crossed to the cupboard where the
spare revolver and Burton's old holster was kept.  He took it down, drew it
and checked the loads, then put it back in the holster with the hammer over
an empty chamber.

"Ma'am?" Miller inquired.  Ellie turned, understanding that he would not
call her by name in front of the children.  "I'd like to spend some time
with the boy, teaching him how to safely handle this handgun.  I gather he
hasn't had much teaching."

Ellie shook her head.  "No, Tom carried one, but he wasn't much for
shooting, and he thought he would teach Clayton later, when Clayton was
older."

"Would that be alright with you?" Miller asked.  "We could go into one of
these draws to do some shooting after he's been handling it for a while.
The two of us could go to town and see about getting some more cartridges
one of these days.  I've got enough to keep us busy for a little while."

Ellie nodded, glad that Leonard was taking an interest in helping her with
Clayton.  A boy needed a man to help raise him in a man's ways.  "Yes, I'd
be grateful, Mr. Miller.  I am afraid I wouldn't be much good in that
department."

Miller gave a wry smile and a brief nod, then returned the gun and holster
to the cupboard.

The next few weeks spun quickly past.  About every third night Ellie would
contrive some reason to go out after dark, where she would end up down at
the bunkhouse.  She became more relaxed sexually, more inclined to let
herself feel free to indulge in behaviors she wouldn't have believed of
herself only months earlier.  She enjoyed riding Miller, moving up and down
while swiveling her hips, getting all of her inner spots touched until she
went off in thrashing, trembling orgasm, then laying atop Miller while they
regained their breath.  She had never imagined sex could be so good.

Miller, for his part, couldn't believe the high clover he had fallen into.
He had regular sex with Ellie, Margrit and Clayton.  Margrit was
insatiable, moving from Clayton at night to Miller during the day whenever
she could manage it.  She liked it rough, being taken from behind, or
folded with her knees by her ears and pounded into by Miller's big prong.
Before long Margrit was also taking Miller's dick in her rear, but she
liked it better in her hot cunny.  Margrit spent a lot of time just sort of
purring around the men.  Clayton, too, was up for sex just any time, any
place.  Miller's libido was strong, and he managed to keep up.

Miller and Clayton had been spending time practicing with the revolver.
Clayton was still too small to handle it with ease, but he became
proficient at shooting with two hands.  His draw was slow, but Miller
assured him that if he practiced continually, he would get better.  Miller
said that hard work would strengthen Clayton, making it easier to handle
the handgun as he grew in size.  That kept Clayton motivated to seek the
hardest tasks he could find.

Miller had fashioned a stone boat to be used for retrieving wood to get
them through the winter, and Clayton would handle the team taking it into
the hills after timber.  The two would bring down trees, limb them and load
them onto the stone boat to be dropped off for cutting into stove lengths
at the house.  Miller showed Clayton how to select the trees to be cut,
making sure not to cut too many trees from any one area.

"The trees will reseed if you leave some.  Then someday you can come back
to this area and you'll have a whole bunch of new timber growing up here.
That's when you can cut the big ones you left last time," Miller said.

They also threw much of the green branches they had cut off onto the stone
boat, which could be cut up for kindling or stove wood if not a lot of heat
was needed.  There was no sense letting it rot it if it could be used.

One day as the men were preparing to go after firewood, Margrit asked, "Ma,
can I go along today?  I'm strong, and you said there wasn't much to do
around here today."

Ellie looked to Miller.  "Mr. Miller, could you make use of another hand?
Margrit can use an axe, or help in some other way.  If you think she would
just be in the way, just say so."

Miller shook his head.  "I reckon we can find something for her to do."
Margrit put on her work dress and got onto the stone boat with Clayton.
The trio was no sooner out of sight of the house than Margrit had Clayton's
dick out of his pants and was giving him a blowjob.  She got her dose of
hot cum splashed into her mouth and was briefly satisfied, putting Clayton
back in place and standing next to him.  She was a terrible tease, but
unlike some teasing girls, Margrit was more than prepared to follow up on
it.

When they arrived at today's woodcutting place, the team was tethered and
the men went to work.  The ringing of axes broke the still of the morning,
and the crash of falling trees soon followed.  Margrit picked up the
branches as they were cut from the tree, moving them to a place near the
stone boat.  The men used a bucksaw to shorten the trees into manageable
lengths to take tack and loaded them, and when all the trees were loaded,
the branches were stacked on top.

Taking a break, Margrit asked, "Would you screw me, Mr. Miller?"

Miller began to undo his trousers, Clayton following his lead and Margrit
quickly took her dress off.  Miller asked, "How you want it today, girl?"

Margrit said, "I want to suck Clayton while you screw me from behind."

Clayton lay down and Margrit lay with her head in Clayton's lap, beginning
to lick his stiffening rod.  Miller knelt down behind Margrit, where she
was kneeling with her rear exposed, her pussy showing drops of moisture on
her little muff.  Miller slowly slid into place deep inside of Margrit's
steaming hot pussy while she played with Clayton's dick and sucked on it.
She was getting the best of both worlds.

Miller pounded her the way she liked it, with long, hard strokes that
bottomed when he hit her buns.  Margrit carried the bruises on her buns
like badges of honor after being brutalized by Miller.  Sometimes his
drives would push her face right down onto Clayton's cock, where it would
go right down her throat.  She became so used to Clayton's cock going down
her throat that she began to do it by herself when she didn't have someone
pushing her into it.  Clayton really enjoyed it, and she liked doing things
for Clayton.

They started that way, then Miller sucked Clayton while Margrit sucked him,
then Clayton did a 69 with Margrit while being fucked by Miller.  It was a
while before they were ready to head back with the load of wood.

The wood was all taken to a spot between the barn and house, and unloaded
there.  Margrit took all the branches and piled them with branches gathered
in previous trips.  After she had finished that, she was free to return to
the house.  Ellie smiled as Margrit entered the house.  "How was your trip,
honey?" Ellie asked.

"Great!" replied Margrit with a sunny smile.  "I'm tired, but it was fun.
It was good to get out of the house for a day."

"We'll go to the creek tomorrow and take a bath," Ellie said.  "I'm sure
you could use one after today."

"OK, ma," Margrit grinned.  "You're right, I'm all sweaty."

Outside the men had started sawing the logs into rounds with a crosscut
saw.  Clayton was determined to carry his share of the load and worked as
hard as he could.  When they were finished for the day, they mounted up and
went to the creek to bathe, then returned to a relaxing meal.

That night, Ellie made another visit to Miller.  The kids talked about what
she might be doing taking so long, so they snuck out of the house.  Peeking
through the window, they gasped at what they saw.  Ma was straddling
Miller, bouncing up and down on his long prick, while he massaged her
breasts and played with her nipples.  Margrit felt a surge of heat in her
pussy and Clayton became immediately hard.

Margrit whispered, "Let's join them!"  Clayton reflexively shook his head,
but after watching for a few more seconds, decided to join in after all.
Margrit slowly opened the door and the two slipped in.  Miller immediately
noticed, but Ellie was lost in the feelings she was creating for herself,
and had her eyes closed.  Eyes locked on Miller's, Margrit removed her
dress, and Clayton removed his pants and shirt.

The two crept closer to the bed, and upon getting there, Margrit slowly
reached down to where her mother's groin met Miller's.  She began to rub
her mother's clit while Ellie was impaling herself on Miller's engorged
member.  Her eyes still closed, Ellie began to moan harder, not realizing
there was a third hand touching her.

Clayton moved to Miller's head and presented his stiff cock for Miller to
suck.  Turning his head, Miller took Clayton's penis into his mouth and
began to bob.  Ellie opened her eyes just then, and through a haze of
bliss, saw what Miller was doing.  It took several seconds before the full
reality struck her.  Her body trembling as she approached orgasm, her eyes
cleared, and then she realized that Margrit was alongside her, rubbing her
clit.  At that realization, Ellie went off.

Ellie cried out, her body jerking and spasming.  Her pussy clenched down on
Miller's throbbing rod, pulling his own orgasm out, and he began to spew
molten semen into her wet cunt.  Ellie was out of control of her body,
which jerked and bobbed and bounced, and she fell forward onto Miller's
chest.  When that happened, Margrit removed her hand from Ellie's pussy and
moved it behind.  Margrit tickled her ma's tight sphincter and played with
Miller's balls as Ellie's body bumped and shook.  Ellie was in sensory
overload.

Clayton shot his load into Miller's mouth, then slipped his cock out and
moved back beside Margrit.  He watched as Margrit inserted a cum-covered
fingertip into their mother's ass and gently fucked that tight hole.
Clayton began to play with Margrit's boobs and, hard once again, moved to
take Margrit from behind.  He held Margrit by her slim hips and began to
pound into her.

Ellie was regaining herself at this point, and lay on Miller's chest, her
head turned to watch Clayton, as she enjoyed the feeling of Margrit's
little fingertip moving in and out of her tight anus.  She lifted her head
and spoke softly to Miller.

"How long has this been going on?" she asked him in with bemusement.

"A while, I reckon," Miller replied with a wry little smile.

Ellie smiled back at him and put her head back down, once again watching
Clayton.  Clayton finally dumped another load, this one into Margrit's wet
pussy, and withdrew.  Clayton stepped closer to Miller and Ellie's faces,
his still stiff prick, slick with cum and Ellie's juices, bobbing before
him.  As if in a dream, Ellie reached out and softly took hold of Clayton's
hard member.  She stroked it a couple of times and softly said, "So hard
. . ."

Remembering what she had seen Miller doing, she moved her head forward and
took the swollen head of the penis in her mouth, sucking briefly.  Miller
quietly said, "Bob your head," and Ellie tried that.  She was only moving a
couple of inches, but Clayton groaned and closed his eyes.  His mother was
sucking him!

Clayton started pushing against his mom's mouth, driving his cock deeper
between the soft lips.  Ellie sucked the offered prick, and fondled the set
of balls beneath it.  Clayton was in heaven.  It wasn't long before he shot
a load into his mom's mouth.  She was surprised, and backed up, catching a
spurt in her face, before realizing her error and swiftly popping the
spewing rod back into her mouth.  Clayton finished cumming and withdrew
through his mother's silky lips.

Ellie shifted, and Miller's flaccid penis slipped out of her pussy and
flopped onto his leg.  Ellie groaned, lifting and stretching her leg and
rolling sideways to lay next to Miller, facing her children.  Margrit's
eyes lit up when she saw Miller's prick, slick with cum and her mother's
juices.  She leaned over and took it in her hands, opening her mouth and
swallowing it down.

Ellie's eyes widened in amazement as the whole of Miller's member
disappeared into Margrit's mouth.  What happened next surprised Ellie even
more.  Margrit pushed her face against Miller's belly, swallowing several
times and then lifting her head back up.  Miller's cock was hard again, and
to Ellie it was like a magic trick.  She would not have believed that
something so long could have been inside her daughter's mouth.

Margrit chuckled, then crawled onto the bed, lifting one slender leg over
Miller and snugging it between Miller and Ellie, guiding Miller's engorged
cock into her own wet cunny.  As soon as it entered her hot opening, she
slammed herself down all the way, and continued to pound herself onto it.
Miller grabbed Margrit's slim hips and jackhammered himself up into her,
causing the bed to bounce and shake.

Ellie was incredulous, lying next to Miller and being shaken around.  Her
daughter was being fucked roundly, screaming in ecstasy while the stiff
prick ploughed her young furrow.  Margrit went off like a firecracker,
jiggling and spasming on the end of Miller's rod like a caught fish.
Miller continued to fuck until Margrit collapsed onto him, at which time he
simply held her closely to himself.

After a brief time, Miller looked to Clayton and asked in his rough voice,
"It's about your turn, ain't it boy?"  Clayton grinned broadly and nodded
enthusiastically.  Miller lifted Margrit off of his hard cock and gently
gave her over to Ellie to hold, then rolled out of bed.  Clayton turned
around and bent over a table, exposing his tight boypussy to the audience.
Ellie was puzzled, but only for a moment.

Miller stepped up behind Clayton, pushed the head of his stiff prick
against the boy's bunghole and slowly worked his way in.  When he was
halfway in, Clayton started pushing back against him, and Miller commenced
to fucking.  With each drive, Miller's dick slid further into Clayton's
young ass, until finally it could go no further.  Miller and Clayton got
into a rhythm, Miller's rod sizzling through Clayton's puckered ring.  When
Miller started cumming inside of Clayton's young bowels, Clayton held
himself still, the better to feel the hot jizz spewing inside of him.

Miller withdrew his softening prick from Clayton's hot hole, and then
started his own personal cleaning operation.  He licked and sucked the cum
from Clayton's ass, then moved to Margrit and slurped the cum out of her
young pussy.  He saved Ellie for last, savoring her wet slot and licking
the hard clit, bringing Ellie to another orgasm and drinking all of the
juices Ellie fed him.  When that was finished, Ellie wondered what else she
would see tonight.

The four lay around studying each other, smiling and touching until Miller
finally came up with a plan.  "There ain't as much room here as there in in
Ma's bed, so I think we'd all fit a little better up there.  The parties
agreed, and everyone picked up their clothes and together they trooped
naked up to the house.

Life had taken a definite turn at the Robinson household, a turn that was
never to change.  There was no hole safe from two stiff pricks, and at
various times one would see someone being bred.  Clayton loved to fuck his
mother's ass and she soon felt comfortable enough to take Miller up her
butt.  Margrit would take a cock up her pussy or butt, whichever the guy
wanted.  Margrit just wanted it stiff and hot, even considering visiting
the horses at hight.  She had seen how long a horse cock got. Margrit was
the household slut, she could never get enough.  In the years to come,
Margrit made the day of many a visiting cowboy.  A coy look, a batting eye
and just a bit of privacy and the Robinsons had the happiest hands in the
country

Over the years both Ellie and Margrit gave birth to babies, both boys.
Miller and Clayton built a well, and a larger bedroom onto the original
house where there was room for the four of them.  Sex between them became a
"whenever you want to" sort of thing.  One was likely to see just about any
combination when coming around a corner.  The two young boys had their
little penises sucked whenever they started to cry.  It was a remarkably
effective tool to calm them down.

Miller filed water rights on an adjacent piece of property leading into the
mountains, significantly expanding the size of their ranch.  It allowed
them range to graze in the summer, and the cattle would be brought down to
the original ranch holdings in the fall.  This allowed the family to
increase the size of their herd without putting undue strain on the range.

Clayton learned became adept with a revolver as he grew greater strength,
and he learned how to be a good cattleman from Miller.  Margrit grew into a
young beauty, and she had cowboys coming to visit from all around.  There
was never a shortage of willing cowhands come roundup time.  Margrit made
sure to spend some time in the bunkhouse with each overnight visitor.
There were a few who made sure they arrived late in the day so that they
would be invited to stay the night.  As the years past, Margrit gave birth
to two more children, a boy and a girl.

Ellie had another daughter also, necessitating adding yet more room onto
the house.  As the adults made no attempt to hide their sexual actions, the
children all grew up seeing it and of course copying what they saw.  Ellie
always remained her dignified self, but could really let her hair down when
it came to sex.  Clayton was always wanting to plunge his prick into his
beautiful mother, and she allowed it whenever she wasn't in the midst of
some activity.  Clayton loved his mom.

Clayton grew into a broad-shouldered young man, strong, able to ride
anything and quick with a gun.  He was seeing the daughter of one of the
nearby ranchers, which was an all-day trip to get there and back.  He often
spent the night in their bunkhouse with the cowhands.  They all loved his
friendly nature and quick wit, so it was never a problem.  Her parents also
liked Clayton, which worked in his favor.  His family was respectable, and
although their ranch was not as large, were seen as equals.

Natalie was a tiny, large-eyed spitfire, standing under five feet tall, and
petite.  Dark haired, with flashing green eyes, she had an outgoing
personality.  Partial to divided skirts, she went about with a smile and a
joke for everyone.  Her looks could be deceiving, though.  She had grown up
on a ranch, after all, and had helped out with all the riding chores since
her pa first put her in a saddle at three years old.  As one of their
cowhands put it, "Natalie can ride anything with hair."  She was a little
bit wild, with an open personality and ready smile.  Clayton was head over
heels for her, and she did not rebuff his attempts.  It wasn't long before
their first tumble in the hay, where Clayton's skill became apparent.

Natalie looked forward to any time she could get alone with Clayton.  She
was a wildcat once she realized that sex could be recreational and not just
a biological imperative to create children.  Clayton showed her things she
would never have imagined, and she enjoyed all of them.  It was no
surprise, therefore, when she agreed to marry Clayton.

This necessitated a flurry of activity at the Miller ranch.  Miller and
Clayton built a small but well-built house about a quarter mile from the
original ranch house.  This would give them some privacy, but not put them
so far away that it hindered socializing.  The older children helped a lot
with this endeavor.

In the lead-up to the wedding, Margrit pulled Natalie aside privately.
Leaning in, Margrit said under her voice, "Now that you're about to become
a member of the family, I thought I'd better let you in on a little
secret."  Natalie's eyes sparkled, curious to hear what Margrit had to say.

"Clayton and I are close," Margrit whispered, looking very directly into
Natalie's eyes.

Natalie looked puzzled for a second, then her eyes widened.  "You mean
. . ." Her voice trailed off.

"Very close," Margrit confirmed with an impish smile.

Natalie's face split in a broad grin.  "Oh, I think I'm going to love
this," she said.  Natalie was never one to go half-in on anything, and
recreational sex was something she was up for.  Natalie leaned forward and
hugged Margrit tightly, and the girls giggled together for a couple of
minutes.

Weddings are social occasions in ranch country, and folks came from far and
wide for the ceremony.  Amid tables groaning with food, Clayton and Natalie
tied the knot.  Natalie's father gave the couple one of his prize bulls and
Miller and Ellie gave them 50 head of heifers to start their own herd.
They were to graze their cattle and help out on the Miller ranch.

Natalie was a perfect addition to the family.  She loved being in the top
position and riding, but when she was on the bottom she had nearly as much
fun.  Natalie and Margrit became close companions and they loved taking the
men at the same time.  One would normally ride a dick and the other would
sit on a face.  Of course, this didn't offend the men at all.

Natalie was a perfect babysitter.  She loved sucking the boys' cocks and
licking the girls' pussies.  The older boys would sometimes use their
little pricks as pacifiers when an infant was crying.  The boys enjoyed
being sucked, and the babies didn't know the difference.  The children were
allowed to engage in whatever sort of sex they wanted to, with the caveat
that nobody got hurt and all parties were in agreement.

Natalie eventually had children of her own.  The Miller/Robinson family
went on to become one of the largest ranching conglomerates in the region,
with holdings in five states covering several million acres.  Later
generations of the family would go on to become doctors, policemen,
firemen, soldiers and politicians.

And it all started with the drifter.