She sighed and lay back on the dry grass as she said, “Speak for yourself. Picking on people is one thing. Getting hot and bothered can be another. How far would you say we’ve made it from that awful town, Custis?”
He said, “Seven or eight miles. With nobody following unless I’ve gone deaf. Give those tethered ponies a few more minutes rest and we can have you home well before cock’s crow.”
Her voice sounded oddly husky as she softly replied, “I told you I didn’t want you to ride me all the way back to the agency. How would it look to everyone if I rode out of the wee small hours with a good-looking brute like you? This is as far as I want you to go with me, Custis. On horseback, I mean.”
He said, “I can take a hint. Might my livery pony and me have your permission to just stay put until you’re ready to ride on, ma’am?”
She laughed wickedly and replied, “You’re dense as brick when it comes to taking a hint, you big silly! How on earth did you ever get your reputation as a range-riding Romeo with such prim and proper ways?”
He rolled half atop her and kissed her before he shyly confessed, with his free hand on one heroic breast, “Like most men, I’d rather miss out than look like a fool. But seeing you’ve asked, I wouldn’t want you to take me for a sissy. So Powder River and let her buck, you demurely hinting thing!”
Chapter 9
Longarm had noticed on previous nude occasions under moonlight that gals with some medical background tended to take charge in a manner some men found unsettling. But Longarm seldom had trouble keeping it up when the gal was at all good-looking and seemed at all interested. When old Nancy got on top, weight balanced on her heels, to clamp down tight and bounce her hips up and down with her powerful thighs, he knew she was trying to be a real pal. So he got a hand down between them to tickle her fancy as she milked on his old organ-grinder with her ring-dang-doo.
She gasped, “Oh, yes, that feels grand and you really are a range-riding Romeo. But who ever taught you to masturbate a girl so girlishly?”
He laughed up at her. “A girl, of course. You all need some instructions to jerk a boy off boyishly. Men and women deserve someone better than each other, but at least we have the advantage over our ancestors up in the trees. We can compare notes as we go at it. So we don’t have to be all frustrated in Professor Darwin’s squirrel cage unless we’re too shy to talk dirty to one another.”
She laughed and said, “Roll me over and talk dirty to me some more while I come. You’re driving me crazy this way!”
So he did, made her come first, then enjoyed her his own way with one of her knees hooked over each of his stiff elbows.
After he’d ejaculated in her, touching bottom, Nancy gasped, “I felt that! it felt good! But I’m glad you’re not one of those poetic souls who moon about mingled mutual orgasms! What was that you said about those theories of Charles Darwin, dear? Has he written anything explaining why male and female sex organs were designed by what I’ve always suspected of being a committee of fiends with a view to driving most women mad with frustration?”
Longarm rolled off her to rope across the grass for a smoke and a light as he replied, “Old Darwin only wrote that his evolving by selection favors critters who screw more because they’re most likely to outbreed and crowd out their calmer cousins. It was this gal I know, embalming dead folks of all ages and local reps, who came up with a grim theory that the two sexes are built to maximize more screwing than satisfaction.”
He rolled back alongside her to light up as she snuggled closer and commenced to toy with what she’d just satisfied a lot—for the moment. He offered her a drag on the cheroot as he explained, “Say you had two bands of smart baboons roaming the same sort of range. Say one bunch was content to act lovey-dovey as Darby and Joan, with every couple enjoying it mutually every time they got around to it, which might not be as often because nobody thinks as much about their sweet tooth in a chocolate shop.”
She puffed. “You mean they could just screw any time they felt like it, with nobody having to make any extra effort? it sounds divine!”
What she was doing to him felt swell too. He took a drag on their mutual smoke and said, “I’m sure there must have been such screwings back when the living was easy under the fruit trees we come down out of. There are still happy couples, and every now and again you meet a lady who can just lay back and enjoy it.”
“You brute!” she snapped, gripping him harder where it felt good. “Are you suggesting I’m frigid?”
To which he sincerely replied, with some tweaking on his own part, “Not hardly. We could have said adios with a handshake. I only meant to say that, the way males and females are built, it takes way more time and effort for most gals to come, which takes us to our second, less satisfied, bunch of baboons. Say it’s tougher for a he to satisfy a she, and what you wind up with is a series of drawn-out orgies, like the Romans used to hold, no doubt because they just couldn’t get all they needed to calm down either.”
She said, “Oh, dear, I’m starting to see what you mean! Thanks to my medical training I do take precautions. But there’s no telling how many kids I’d have had by this time if I hadn’t! You must have noticed how warm-natured I am, and I’ve been that way ever since I found out how good it could feel if only you did it long enough, often enough. You and Charles Darwin feel, in sum, that evolution has favored men who come free and easy, and women who don’t, because that’s the combination that leads to the most fornication?”
He snubbed out the cheroot and rolled back on top to insert all she’d inspired where it might do them the most good as he assured her, “I’m glad. Screwing scientifically is interesting, and I ain’t sure a gal that came as easy as a man would be all that exciting. I suspect the challenge and variety you more complicated gals present must tie in with our hunting instincts. Stay-at-homes who never cared what lay over the next hill, or how that redhead down the valley screwed, couldn’t have done all that much to extend human knowledge.”
She gasped, “Ooh, that’s a very interesting angle! But seeing we seem to enjoy being so frank about fornication, as a most refreshing change would you mind if I suggested some really scientific research?”
He said he was game for anything that didn’t leave scars. So she confessed she’d always wanted to try servicing a man as a whore with medical training might, concentrating on nothing but pleasing him until he could come and repay the favors in the same way, playing her flesh as a skilled musician plays his instrument.
He laughed and said, “Well, I’ve never tried to screw a fiddle and play pretty tunes on it at the same time. But I reckon I can try, and I want to make you come first-“
So she dared him to try, and he withdrew to kneel over her naked body in the moonlight and proceed kissing and fondling her all over in a manner Queen Victoria might have found shocking, if not inspiring. He’d heard those royal folks got their underlings to pamper the hell out of them, and it was only a matter of degree from licking a royal foot to licking anywhere they might want you to.
Nancy gasped that he was making her feel like a spoiled gypsy queen. So he suspected old John Brown, Victoria’s burly butler who put her to bed every night, likely knew one or two things about getting old gals hot. it was funny, because you usually thought of pimps and those Frenchmen that rich women hired when you thought about making a gal come without pleasuring your ownself at the same time. But as he got her to gasping for air and gushing with passion while he sort of played her like a violin, he felt the way a top hand could feel about mastering a bronc without having to come in the saddle. When he got her to come, and then come some more as she begged him to fiddle faster, he was proud of his self-control. Not many men could have held back at a time like that, even with a gal who was not as pretty, But he did, and then it was his turn and he was glad he had. For even though he’d already had her the old-fashioned way, she made him come three more times in ways that could have gotten the two of them thrown in jail in more states than one.