touching her for anything, even if she is still a girl, and even if she was raised in a strict Jewish family?

There was no need to talk about Kordayke ... It was the most cruel test of his life. While they were jumping, he had to hold Rachel, touching her breast and rough nipple. Moreover, the accursed process, as always when riding, his trousers were swollen and open - but now he had a great excuse! This reason was sitting in front of Korddayk’s nose, and the member rested directly on his ass ... The rhythmic pushes of their canter were rubbing Rachel’s long-suffering member into the naked body, and Kordydayk gnashed his teeth.

"... Not only that - this damn dirt too," he thought. “Ay yes temptation! Lord, for what? ”The Sioux Indians covered it with their wives: it was believed that salt infused love heat into them, and women became furies, ready to be given day and night. He did not have to sleep with the Sioux - but what happened with Rachel drove him crazy.

The dirt on her quickly dried up, turning Rachel into a blue and white statue. From the feet and from the inside of the thighs, it crumbled, but the silver salt was absorbed into the skin, tinting it, and there was not a single flesh spot on Rachel. The whitish helmet in which her hair stuck together reinforced the resemblance to the statue, and Kordayku was terrible - especially under the moon, when Rachel finally turned into a marble statue. Kordayke talked to her about it, and they joked, distracting from the main ...

But the main thing was that Rachel's body was still more open, bending, and pressed against Kordayk, and Rachel, who was in love with Larry, could not do anything about it!

Her body was filled with a cloying, languorous ache, as it happens in the dawn half-dream; all its members were bursting with aching currents, forcing Rachel to wriggle at a gallop like a caterpillar — and she squirmed, and Kordayke had to hold her tightly to herself so that she would not fall ...

The feeling of nudity, blunted by shock, suddenly returned and stunned her, knocked her back, threw her into the intoxicating abyss of wind, speed, and sweet, gambling shame. Rachel never suspected that nudity could be so crazy. Her body was pierced with all the winds of Nevada, now warm, then cool, cooled on the approaching night; the gambling rhythm of the jump flooded her with tension, whining in every cell of her naked body, strapped with salt. She wanted to bend, get out, ride in the dust and roar from the weary tickling inside her ...

A naked bud rubbed on a rough saddle - and soon each jerk pushed a short groan from Rachel: oh! but! oh! ... The same pushes pushed the stone member of Kourndike into it - and he too could not refrain from a moan, singing along with her: oo! ooh Ooh! ... The horse rhythmically tossed them up, pouring discharge into discharge in the genitals ...

This torture was different from this sex only by one: it did not bring satisfaction. They tried to drown her with talk - Kordydik told Rachel about the Indians, about their manners and life, and Rachel told him his favorite books - but at some point all the talk had suddenly stopped.

There was only a joint groan, pulled out of them by every push, - and it was already impossible to pretend that it was not there. They clearly felt how they were filled with the general forbidden current, and for some time they galloped silently, listening to it. Kordayke's hand crawled over Rachel’s body, squeezing her chest ...

Suddenly, Kordayke pulled up his horse and jumped off. Rachel looked at him from above, her mouth ajar. The moon shimmered on her marble body, leaving an inky shadow under her chin.

- Mr. Kordyke, you ...
- Dave. Just Dave, I asked.
- Mr. Dave! What happened?
- Yes, nothing. Just decided to stretch my legs.

Kordyke wanted to add a long non-print, and he added it - mentally. Both of them knew “what had happened,” and both knew they were lying — Rachel was lying, asking, and Kordyke was lying, answering.

- Can I go too?
- What's the matter?
- Well ... well ... I need ...
- Clear. Only I will look, ”Kordaik said suddenly.
- Watch? Why?! Do not! Dave, don't!
- It is necessary! I can't not look at you. Does anyone here run hither at night? Some poisonous spiders are here, like shit in the outhouse, - Dave told her, giving a hand. She, hesitating, looked at him, but then she got down, gasped, pricked her bare feet, and looked at him again. Dave held her hand.

- Come on, come on girl. Do your business.
“Though you turn away ...” Rachel asked plaintively, but Dave looked at her cruelly, and she sat down, bursting with shame, spread her legs and let out a long jet, rustling in dust. The moon illuminated everything perfectly ... Dave looked right there - and he saw silver urine flowing out of the open shell, like rainwater from a bud. He has never seen women do this, and his head has darkened. A member of his even limp from the tension, as it happens, if you want a long and hard.

He pulled a rag out of his bag and gave it to Rachel:
- Wipe it thoroughly there, or rub it.

Rachel wiped the house, looking plaintively at him; He hoisted her, and they drove on.

They did not speak, realizing that both are on the verge. Soon the cabra Blanca barracks appeared, and Dave, driving up to the shed, jumped off, helped Rachel to peel off and sullenly told her:
- Stay here and do not go anywhere. I'll go to antiquity Julio, drag him to drink, eat - we had such a persuasion with him ... and it's better that he doesn't see you, okay?

He left, and Rachel was left alone.

The moon flooded her naked body so that it glowed like a firefly, and Rachel seemed to herself twice as hard as she was. Her bareness screamed at her, hitting a brain in a chilly wave ... The stop after the jump tormented painfully; I wanted to twitch, bend, roll in the dust - but Rachel could not overcome the constraint and froze like a real statue.

Nevada night trembled with her, flashing sparks of falling stars, fireflies and silver wormwood. From the ground to the stars rang echoing, bottomless silence, filled with the screeching of cicadas, the rustling of wind, sand, and God knows what ...

Dave is back soon. He was animated, joking with Rachel, and dismal tension dissipated. Tying the horse, he led her to the barn, spread a cape on the soft sand, looked at the floor, walls and ceiling with a candlestick, searching for poisonous spiders, and proceeded with Rachel to dinner.

A candle was burning, snatching out Rachel's sharp nipples, her dark eyes and the rough skin texture, tied with mud. She was lying on her side, sliding her legs ... Dave asked her to tell about her books, and Rachel began to retell his favorite Romeo and Juliet story to him. She got carried away and forgot about the food, but after a while her speech began to get confused, her lips softened - and soon Rachel fell asleep in mid-sentence, with half-eaten ham in her mouth.

Dave moved away from her to the opposite corner of the barn, perched there, leaning against the wall, pulled his hat over his forehead - and froze.

(To be continued)