Chapter 5

The former priest called strangely “Gringo” was washing up behind the bunk house when he saw the young girl called Laura remove her below the waist clothing to wash her undies in the water brought up from the river for that purpose. Of course, she was so engrossed in her her labors she did not see him bending over his bucket for his bathing purposes and she used her small squares of old clothing to wash between her legs and inside the crack of her flanks like she had been taught by her cleanliness inspired mother to be a proper lady.

He put his shirt back on and approached the girl with his palms open hoping not to startle her in the early morning light just coming over the mountain tops in the distance. Diego was actually an unfrocked priest from old Spain and was not a “Gringo” in any way, shape or manner. It was strange how a nickname stuck when one did not want it because the person had no control over how people saw him from the outside. He imagined it was probably due to his cultured use of the English language taught to him by the older priests at the monastery in Europe.

“Excuse me, Senorita, I hope I do not disturb you so early in the morning.”

The look of panic in the girl’s eyes was no doubt cause by her nakedness below her waistline but it was far too late to rectify that situation and she did not even try to hide her black bush or her slender legs gleaming white in the rising sun.

“It is my error entirely, Mister Gringo, I thought I was alone out here and was determined to wash my dirty linen.”

Diego saw the young girl was fixated on his huge erection tenting his trousers with reckless abandon in the exciting view of the girl’s naked bottom. He saw her look up into his eyes and turn away from him presenting her flanks to his gaze in full knowledge that her action would likely result in him poking up into her backside with his rampant cock just to test her tightness in the rear.

The touch of his shaft between her cheeks was the sure indication that she was correct in her assumption that the man was primed for anal action and she was not a complete stranger to it back there. She had been subjected to early training by her randy uncles and a cousin with evil intentions in his dirty mind when he first caught her behind the barn while she was still far too young for such nonsense.

Caleb was attempting to sort out the various branding irons and the assorted tools used at the Smithy where they assembled the items used in spring round up and the daily task of shoeing and tending the horses and mules used in the running of the ranch operation all year long. He had two bunkhouses for the cowboys needed for the herd and for the other animals used round the ranch to tend to the ranching demands of the cattle business. The large red barn next to the ranch house was filled with gear from the previous owners.

Laura and the Gringo went into the large red barn and the girl instinctively went down on all fours looking over her shoulder nervously at the huge man behind her.

Gringo was also acting strictly from instinct as he mounted the ripe young thing from behind and slowly entered her feminine folds from the rear.

“Thank you, sir, I need this badly as you can see. Kindly pound me as hard as you desire. I want you to treat me roughly for that is my shameful desire.”

The disgraced former priest felt no guilt as he parted her already wet pussy. Her buttocks fit into his groin with celestial perfection.

“Yes, right there! You have found my magic button. Give it to me hard, sir, I want to be filled with your manly seed.”

The Gringo drained his last drop inside the frenzied female form underneath him. He had been informed that the girl intended to take a vow of chastity and all he could think that it was a terrible waste of lovely female flesh.

He turned her over and pushed his still hard cock into her waiting open mouth. Laura was excited by the scent of her own femininity on the man’s hardness. She gagged slightly but quickly adjusted and drained his remaining juices straight down into her churning tummy.

The man playfully pressed one of the branding irons into her bare behind telling her, “I want to put my brand on you so you will remember this moment forever.”

Of course, the branding iron was cold and the mark it made was gone a moment later. The men had told her that it didn’t hurt the young cows. It was supposedly only the fear of the unknown that bothered the poor animals much more than the sting of the brand.

Caleb watched Laura and the Gringo leave from inside the red barn and he was easily able to put two and two together and figure out that there was a whole lot of carnal activity going on in private. He knew that the former priest did not chase after females and assumed the girl had seduced him for her own reasons.

Mrs. Livingston would not be a happy camper if she knew her charge was fornicating whilst under her supervision. Then again, she had her own problems of finding suitable cock to fill her lonely nights and probably had other thoughts on her mind more related to her own physical needs while she was still a relatively young woman.