Jim Sutton gazed over the dry hump of dirt, down at the confusion below. Four men, Mexican bandits by the look of them, were having their way with a slender black-haired beauty. Her horse stood slapping at flies in unconcern. The other horses were ground-hitched near the water hole. He counted silently, pointing at each with his finger. His scalp bristled when he counted five horses all standing together. There were only four men down below. Where was the fifth?
Jim took a quick look around, then centered his attention on the woman. She was some looker, Jim thought. Probably half white and half Mexican by the look of her. There were only a few women in the area who would fit that description. The nearest was Layla Hernandes, from the Double X ranch. Her father was white and mother Mexican, if he remembered right.
The leader of the gang suddenly grabbed the back of the woman's dress and pulled. Her chest was laid bare. Her arms went across her beautiful breasts. With another yank she stood naked in the mid-day sun. Somehow she looked natural, all tanned and beautiful, stark naked in the middle of nowhere.
Jim started to rise, when he felt the tip of a rifle touch his left ear. His pistol was yanked from his holster. He raised his hands, mustered a smile and turned to face his captor. "Compadre," he said genially.
"I don't know you," the dirty man said. He was missing a front tooth. His hair was long and uncurried. The poncho he wore was made from an old Indian blanket. The only clean thing about him was the rifle in his hands, and the sparkling cartridges in his gun belt. A bone handled revolver, probably stolen, protruded from a hand-tooled holster. A pair of California spurs were tied together and resting over his right shoulder. That explained the lack of noise, he thought, looking down at the man's boots.
"Compadre, we are on the same side. I was just about to go down and see if your friends would allow me to join them," Jim lied.
"Go now," the man signaled with the tip of his rifle. Jim started down. The men stopped, suddenly wary. They looked around, then looked back at Jim. Jim knew how a Sunday chicken felt, he was about to be roasted.
"This man says he wants to play," the dirty man spoke in a loud voice. The woman gasped and turned, a look of hope filling her face. She stared around at the hilltops, with her arms covering her nakedness. A look of disappointment filled her eyes as she looked back at Jim.
"Why are you here, gringo," the leader of the men asked, pulling his knife as he advanced. "For her," Jim snorted. "I've never seen such a beautiful woman. Hell, I'd give up half my gold for an hour with her."
"Gold?" the man's interest peeked. "What gold?" he asked in a deceptively mild voice. "The Army shipment. You must have heard about it, it was in all the papers," he said, knowing the man probably could not read, but would never admit it. "I got away with nearly a ton of gold." "A ton," the man's eyes bugged out. "Where?"
"Seven days south of here, in a box canyon. It's in a little dugout that I made myself. Damned good job too, you could never find it unless you knew where it was. Hey, can I dally with her?" he asked, faking impatience.
"Maybe," the man said, waving the knife in front of his face. "First tell me more about the gold," he said. His greedy eyes flashed from one of his companions to the others. A slight smile crossed his face. "We were going to ransom this woman," he laughed, "but for a ton of gold we could kill her and forget about the ransom."
"Kill her!" Jim said in alarm. "No, I want her." "Very well, but you will be last," he said, tossing the knife into the ground. He bent and picked it up. Two halves of a scorpion lay kicking in the dirt. Jim swallowed and tried to smile.
"Amigos, hold her," the leader said. They dragged her back to the blanket, which someone had laid out on the ground. She screamed and kicked at them, but they only laughed. Jim was prodded forward by the rifle. He hurried forward, his eyes glued to her darkly furred pussy, centered between some of the prettiest legs he had ever seen. She saw him looking and glared, then spat. He smiled and sat cross legged next to the blanket. He dodged as her bare foot tried to smash into his face, barely missing his nose.
He grabbed the foot, kissed it tenderly, then let go and dodged a second kick. "Hold that foot," the leader said to Jim as he undid his pants. Jim grabbed twice before he held the struggling foot in his hands. Her pussy was absolutely delectable. Her breasts jiggled as she struggled between the five men. Her pussy was open and pink. Jim licked his lips and sighed. He had a long wait before his turn came around.
"She's going to like this," the leader said as he pushed down his pants. "I had a calf when I was young, he made me the man I am today," the man howled, holding out a ten inch long cock. He wagged it, eliciting howls of laughter from his men. Layla stopped and gasped at the huge cock, before she remembered to struggle again. She seemed to struggle far less as he knelt between her legs, positioned the pointed end of his cock and shoved. She screamed as he penetrated her inviting pussy. With a moan of pleasure he began pumping in and out of her helpless mound. Jim watched, awestruck. He no longer needed to hold the foot, she had stopped struggling. In a moment she was moaning along with the leader. He pumped savagely, slamming his ten inches of meat into her quivering flesh. And she arched up off the ground and pushed to meet him with each stroke. The man had been right, she was enjoying it.
"Wait, let me join in," one of the other men said. He held up a hand and the leader stopped pumping. He pulled out and the other man rolled Layla over on her side. With her knees drawn up to her chin, her pussy and ass lay open, inviting. [-split-] Jim's cock was rock hard. If he didn't worry about her biting it off, he might of had her suck his cock. But he was too smart for that. The leader held her legs up in front of her as she lay on her side. He slid closer and entered her moist pussy from in front. The second man, now pantsless, slid up behind her. His cock fenced with the leader's for a moment, getting it well lubricated, before he pressed it against the entrance to her ass. Jim could see her pause and look back, waiting to see how the combination felt. She didn't have long to wait. The man's lubricated cock slid easily into her ass. She cried out a little, then bucked between them. The leader reached out and mashed the woman's breasts in his hands. He again marveled at her beauty, even though her face was twisted in bliss.
Jim was dying from restrained lust. His cock was leaking in his pants. He could feel a cold wet spot in the front. He looked forlornly at the three men still waiting. How could he survive such a long wait?
The leader began panting loudly, intensifying his attack. It was only a moment before he groaned and shuddered. His cock emptied it's contents into Layla's wet pussy. She looked disappointed, but the next man stepped up. His cock was only about 6 inches long, but she didn't care, as long as somebody fucked her.
The man behind her was working furiously. The faster he pumped into her ass, the hotter the friction, and the pleasure, grew. In three minutes he cried out and stiffened. His crotch smashed into the woman's ass as he orgasmed. She pushed her slender ass back to meet him, then cried out in disappointment when he pulled out. A streamer of cum glistened between her ass and the ground.
The next man slid closer, used a dirty bandanna to wipe her shapely ass, and thrust his cock inside her.
"Oh yes," she cried, feeling full and contented as the two cocks pumped away in her bottom. She looked back and locked eyes with Jim. The man fucking her pussy groaned and pumped faster. The slap of naked flesh was loud and erotic. Layla's eyes clouded over, but she continued to gaze at Jim.
"I think she likes you," the leader teased. "She's very beautiful," Jim said simply.
"She is," the leader agreed. And don't worry, you are next. The breed doesn't like women. In fact, he doesn't like anybody," the man laughed pointing at the dirty man behind Jim. He looked back to see how the breed was taking such ribbing. Either the leader was very fast with a gun, or well liked by his men. The breed colored, but said nothing. He scuffed his foot and turned away. Jim looked around quickly, assessing the situation. The leader had no pants, and no gun. The second man lay next to the blanket, still recovering as he watched his friends fuck the beautiful woman. The breed was sulking and paying no attention to anybody. Suddenly Jim acted. He leaped to his feet and pulled the rifle out of the breed's hands. The breed went for his pistol, but it was tied down. Jim shot him long before he yanked it free.
Jim spun around. The leader, in the act of reaching for his gun, froze. The men fucking Layla lay still. He had them cold. He glanced at Layla and saw the look of desperation in her eyes. "Finish fucking her," Jim said, letting the rifle hang from his elbow. She gasped out in sudden hope, then moaned as the men continued their actions. It took them all only a moment to cum. Layla screamed loud enough to be heard in El Paso... well almost.
She shuddered between the two men as they emptied their cum in the appropriate crevices. She finally pushed them away and stood. She took a canteen and moved away from the men. Spreading her legs, she washed her pussy and ass with handfuls of water. The men watched, giving her their full attention.
"Well?" she asked, looking at Jim. "Well what?" "It's your turn," she said impatiently. "I'm not here to rape you, I came to rescue you." "Shit," she said, stomping her foot in disappointment. Her breasts jiggled on her chest, causing the men to groan in restrained passion.
"There was no gold," the leader said with a sheepish grin. "No, no gold," Jim admitted. "Now I want you men to get dressed, but leave the guns were they are. I'm taking them with me. I'm going to scatter your horses, you can chase them down later. "Layla, can you saddle my horse, it's about 100 yards behind us." "Sure," she said in obvious disappointment. "You are not going to turn us in?" the leader asked with a sly smile. "After the show you put on. Hell no," Jim laughed. "Gracious," the man said. Come on boys, let's take a walk," he said, leading the way toward the south. "We'll meet again some other time," the leader called.
"And welcome," Jim called. He turned and looked at the body. It was up to him to give it a burial. He kicked dirt over the body. Five minutes later Layla led his horse into the clearing. He picked up several rocks and threw them at the horses. They took off toward the north. "What now?" Layla asked, gazing forlornly at the retreating men. "Now? Now I am going to take you to a little cabin up in those mountains. We are going to fish, hunt and fuck to our heart's content."
"Are we?" she asked in sudden interest. "We are," he slapped the reins over his horses ass. "Hey, you didn't have a calf..." she trailed off in sudden embarrassment. "Some of us don't need one, Layla," he smiled as they rode away.