Renata rushed up to the two lovers and stared down at them. She huffed because she was slightly short of breath.
“Well,” she said, “you two seem to be enjoying yourselves.”
“Immensely,” Bonnie said.
“You little traitor,” Renata hissed, “sneaking off like that and not waking me up.”
“Want to join us?” Slocum said, a smile flickering on his lips.
“How?” Renata asked as she squatted down next to Slocum’s bedroll.
“You can take turns,” he said.
“When I’m finished,” Bonnie said as she dropped once again on Slocum’s cock.
“When will that be?” Renata asked.
Bonnie didn’t answer, but gasped as still another orgasm rippled through her loins.
Renata pulled her gown up over her head and tossed it on the ground. She stood naked, and Slocum saw the graceful curves of her body, the taut breasts, the jutting nipples, the dark thatch between her legs. Desire flooded him even as Bonnie fell against him, gasping with the pleasure of her climax.
“Well?” Renata said. “Don’t I get a turn with Mr. Slocum?”
Bonnie rose and looked at her naked friend.
“Oh, I suppose so,” she said. “You’re wicked, Renata.”
“Get off him,” Renata said and moved a step forward.
Bonnie raised her buttocks and unimpaled herself from Slocum’s cock. She rolled off his belly and stood up on shaky legs.
“Make it quick, Renata. I’ll want more. It’s been a long time.”
“For both of us,” Renata said as she squatted, then threw a leg over Slocum’s loins and straddled him. Her hand felt around for his stalk and grabbed it as she lowered her thatched cunt to its throbbing swollen tip.
“I’ve never watched before,” Bonnie said. “Do you mind, John?”
“Not if it gives you pleasure,” he said.
“We’ll see,” Bonnie said.
Renata raised and lowered herself, plunging Slocum’s cock in and out of her steamy cunt. His flesh smacked against hers and Renata’s back arched as she felt the swollen member deep inside her pussy.
“Oh, this is wonderful,” she said, more to herself than Slocum or Bonnie.
“Have you come yet?” Bonnie asked.
“Not yet. But I feel it. I really feel it.”
Slocum thrust upward with his hips and drove deep inside Renata. She shuddered as an electric spasm ripped through her cunt and rippled up her spine. She let out a soft scream and fell against Slocum, her breasts mashing against his chest.
She wriggled so that her nipples hardened. Slocum clasped each cheek of her buttocks and pumped up and down, holding her tight, diving deeper into her warm wet cunt.
Renata climaxed again and then rolled off the blanket, Slocum’s cock still buried in her pussy.
“I want you on top of me,” she whispered.
The ground mashed into her back and she felt the sting of grit and small pebbles.
Slocum disengaged himself and pulled her onto the blanket.
“No use lying on the ground,” he said.
Renata laughed.
“Thanks,” she said.
She spread her legs wide, and Slocum looked down at her sloping flat tummy and the dark thatch between her legs. He straddled her and lowered himself until the head of his prick touched the soft folds of her cunt. She reached for him and pulled the head inside her. Slocum pushed and lowered his hips at the same time. He slid into her steamy cunt with ease, and her legs rose slightly as he plumbed the depths clear to the tip of her womb.
Bonnie watched the two in rapt fascination. Her eyes glittered in the moonlight.
An electric orgasm rippled through Renata’s body, and she let out a soft scream of pleasure. Slocum increased the speed of his plunge and she climaxed again as Bonnie writhed with desire.
And Obie snored on, deep asleep.
Slocum bent down and kissed Renata’s breasts, laving his tongue over her taut nipples. Her lithe body undulated as he continued to pump into her with slow, sure strokes. They kissed and she sighed when he raised his head to look at her.
Her body bucked with another jolting orgasm and she clung to his buttocks, holding him tight against her loins.
Bonnie’s heart fluttered, and she stroked a finger along Slocum’s leg as if to draw energy from touching him.
“He’s good, isn’t he, Renata?” Bonnie said.
“He’s more than good. He’s marvelous.”
“I agree,” Bonnie said.
“Let me have it, John,” Renata said. “I want your milk to explode inside me.”
“You might get a baby,” he said.
“I don’t care.”
“You’re the boss,” he said, but he knew she wasn’t. Some women went half-crazy when they were coupled with a man. They lost all reason, all judgment.
“Do it, John,” Bonnie said, excitement in her voice. “Shoot it all into her.”
“You stay out of this,” Renata said.
Slocum increased the speed of his strokes. He felt her pussy rise up and squeeze his cock as Renata contracted the muscles in her vulva. Faster and faster he drove into her as she tightened down on him and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her hands roamed up to his back and she held on as if she were bulldogging a steer.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she exclaimed as her body convulsed in the spasms of climax.
Slocum felt the seeds rush from his sac and spew through his cock. There was that blinding moment of pure ecstasy as he shot sperm into her cunt, splashing her womb with millions of tiny swimmers. He floated above her for a long moment, and she clung to him as her body quivered against him. He fell atop her, covering her body with his and mashing her breasts.
Bonnie looked at their faces and knew that they had gone mindless in the throes of their shared ecstasy.
She let out a breath and gulped in air to replace it.
“I bet that was nice, Renata,” Bonnie said, and it sounded snide to Renata.
But she was on another plane and didn’t mind. She felt the warmth of Slocum’s seed and that was enough to numb her senses into a state of lassitude.
“Finished, John?” Bonnie asked.
“Yes, for a time. You and Renata better get some sleep and I’m plumb tuckered out.”
“I want more,” Bonnie said.
Slocum slid off Renata and stood up. He pointed to his crotch.
“He’s plumb tuckered out, too, Bonnie. Get some sleep.”
Bonnie rose up and stood.
“Well, I never…” she said.
“Oh, Bonnie,” Renata said. “You’re never satisfied. That’s why you can’t keep a man.”
“You little bitch,” Bonnie said. “How can you say such a thing to me? I’m your friend.”
“And that’s what a friend does, you witch.”
Renata got to her feet. She doubled up her fists.
Slocum stepped between them.
“No fighting,” he said. “You gals get some sleep. You’re both worn out.”
“I could last all night with you, John,” Bonnie said, softening.
“That’s enough for one night, Bonnie,” Slocum said. “Now get back in that wagon before I spank you.”
Bonnie’s eyes brightened.
“Oooh,” she exclaimed.
Renata spat out of the side of her mouth in disgust.
She gathered up her gown and slipped it back on.
Bonnie stood there for another few seconds, then stooped over and picked up her nightclothes and slipped them back on.
“Maybe in town…” she said to Slocum.
“Maybe,” he said. He began to put on his black pants and shirt. He pulled on his boots as Bonnie walked back to the wagon.
Slocum sat down and waited until it was quiet again. Then he plucked a cheroot from his pocket, lit it with a lucifer, and smoked.
Halfway through his cigar, he heard a muffled sound. Instinctively, he reached for his gun belt and unwrapped it.
He peered into the darkness in the direction of the soft sound.
His hand slid to the handle of his bowie knife. He saw a silver flash in the moonlight.
Then one of the shadows grew larger and started toward him.
Slocum drew his knife, and stubbed out his cheroot.
The shadow crept closer and he saw the form of a man, who held a blade in his hand.
Slocum lay flat and the shadow began to run toward him.
Ten feet away, he saw the Apache, silent as a cat, running toward him at full speed, running toward the hobbled horses.
When the Apache was two yards away, Slocum rose up and held the big blade at his waist, ready to strike.