Chapter 12

Caleb woke up in bed that fateful winter morning thinking that he must be getting old reminder of his previous night’s sins with the Mormon females.

He was painfully aware of his personal faults with drinking and screwing every available female like it might be his last night in the land of the living. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror and knew he had to change his life-style, or he would wind up like his father who drank away a fortune and died with his boots off in agony due to a social disease.

Maybe it as time for him to consider setting down with one woman and taking a more sedate attitude toward life in general and women in particular as a strange species.

His bones sensed the change in the air, and he knew wind blowing through the baren limb trees promised the advent of snow already covering the higher altitudes. The lanky range boss stretched his arms and legs out remembering his lips on the Mormon girl’s ripe breasts and their giggles as he teased them with his demanding tongue.

The big bed was a shambles with sheets scattered on the floor and the pillows thrown here and there as he played with their feminine parts entering them fore and aft from different angles making them squeal with pleasure at his efforts.

He shook his head with disgust at his libertine attitude with the opposite sex and vowed to be more restrained in his actions in the future. It was time for him to pay more attention to the fattening up of the herd for market and to protect his steers from further decimation from the elements of nature and the thieving bastards that nibbled at his livestock like they had done with the buffalo of the previous generation. Those days of slaughter and loose money were gone forever. The settlers moving west stained relations with the indigenous populations in a way that erased any chance of reconcile. The Indians were faced with starvation after the spectre of being denied their natural food supply caused them to change from a nomadic way of life to becoming wards of the central government in Washington, D.C.

The Cattlemen’s Association notified him that the government delegation to contract beef for the government distribution centers would be taking bids for supplying the Federal Government with enough meat supplies to last for the coming season. Even setting aside enough steers to reconstitute his herd, he would still have several thousand head to drive to market and it would replenish his cash reserves for feed and other expenses.

He was surprised by an unexpected visit from Alice, the Cattlemen’s Association’s President’s daughter who rode in on her black stallion all lathered up from the hard ride.

The girl had admittedly loved a hard ride because it stirred her buried juices and made her all primed for some horizontal loving from any adventurous male in her vicinity. In a way, Caleb felt a degree of pity for the young woman because he knew she was kept a virtual prisoner by her father who was jealous of her easy attitude toward the opposite sex in matters of the heart. He had used her shamelessly after his wife passed away but now that she was over eighteen, she had the gumption to tell him “No!” when it came to silly things like mindless oral activities or even a little bit of butt games to pass the midnight hours.

He decided it wasn’t worth pestering her any longer for things he could get from the Indian female servants or the Mexican senoritas from south of the border just by asking them for a favor on the sly.

They were both sitting on the leather sofa in his downstairs office, and he knew she was teasing him with the fact that she had forgotten to put on her undies that morning and her pinkness was visible to him with her legs crossed and her haunches resting forward slightly giving him a beautiful view of her feminine folds in full panoramic display.

“Daddy Caleb, your little baby girl has got the most God-awful itch down there where the grass grows greener. I got to have it rubbed and that’s a fact.”

Caleb was forced to laugh despite the fact he was in a depressingly serious mood that didn’t consider humping in the middle of the day to be appropriate behavior for a respected range boss to be thinking about on a regular work day. Still, he felt his God-given equipment raising to the opportunity and he knew his weakness was sufficient for him to give the little hussy a nice ride that she wouldn’t forget for a long time.

He pushed her flanks up into a nice wide-spread target and pushed up her denim riding shorts up out of the way of his intruding dick looking for a nice wet entrance to test her tightness.

He heard the girl make a strange sound like a frightened horse just as he defeated her confused sphincter unable to muster a final line of defense against his demanding business. He allowed his member to slide up deep inside the girl beneath him. She was caught up in the throes of desire and her female parts were wet and quivering with anticipation at his deep penetration of her secret garden.

Caleb knew the shrewd girl had him at a disadvantage because she was one of those rare females that enjoyed penetration in all three of her entry ways and she was the kind of girl that had no problem in expressing her pleasure with her voice and her shuddering limbs moving every which way but up.

He found those facts were disturbingly exciting to him, and he knew that she could wrap him around her finger anytime she wanted to. What he knew for a fact was that this girl was far too young for him. That alone was enough for him to back away from any sort of relationship with her and focus his attention on a more suitable partner.