Big Man in the Saddle
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Surprising western adventure about a Irish immigrant, fresh from the wars but not out of trouble, seeking to make a go of things out west. He also makes a go with a Mexican cutie, and, for most of the story, finds himself tangled up with innocent twins... well, maybe not so innocent.
Of course, it's near impossible for him to choose between them. But luckily, that situation resolves itself nicely.
It is a Western, and a well written one at that which reminds me of the classic Westerns of writers like Louis L'Amore and others. There are all the cowboy trimmings.
An Irish ex-Confederate soldier by the name of Kelly Kinsella is on the run from the law, accused of robbing a Union military payroll and hunted by a fanatical Marshal.
All the settings and details of daily life are abundantly described, including the difference between a Conestoga and a Prairie Schooner. The hero is fast with a gun and the gunfights are satisfyingly accurate without people flying backwards from the impact of gunshots. There are scenes of frontier towns and cities, wagon trains, general stores, railroad construction camps, prairie, the mandatory Injun attacks, and of course, lots of saloons and brothels.
Although he loves his horse, Kelly is a lusty man, and never misses the opportunity to bed shapely, large breasted woman. Readers fed-up of anorexic catwalk models will be in heaven in Kelly's world. From saloon girls, one at a time or in piles, to lonely widow ranchers out in the wild prairie, Kelly does them all and leaves them with big smiles on their faces.
And what would a Western be without the damsel in distress. "She was tall and full-bodied, with long waving black hair down her back and a broad thick brush of it beneath her belly." Only, there are two of them. Twins! Kelly ends up escorting them and, of course, they end up in his bed. Fortunately for him they are more than willing to share. There is even a really hot female masturbation scene.
Make no mistake, this book is all about sex, and there are more sex scenes than you can point a Colt Peacemaker at. But it is not a mindless stroke fest and the dialogue is amusing and well written.
If you want something different in your sexual literary diet, then give this one a try.
the chair, and I saw at once that she'd understated the facts. She had a really beautiful body. A bit plump, perhaps—but beautiful just the same. And there wasn't a hair on it that I could see. Her pubis was as smooth as marble, and with her legs spread as they were I could clearly see the twin creases of her outer lips and the bulge of her sheathed clitoris. She grinned and moved her hips, and now her entire cunt was in view. The overdeveloped inner lips thrust boldly out of it, their softly
saddled the three we'd be riding, and made up the bedrolls. They dressed while I rigged the packhorse, and I heard them muttering something about having a bath before the day was over. I couldn't entirely eliminate the signs of our stay, but with leaves and grass and a generous amount of water I made it extremely difficult to determine how recently anyone had camped there. When we rode out of the grove the sun was just clearing the hills behind us. The ladies were in the best of spirits. They
the water's edge again, where we had to pass in single file. Beyond the ridge stretched a gradually widening meadow—broken only by a few boulders—and beyond the meadow was a grove of elms at the foot of another ridge. “We'll camp there,” I told them. “On the other side of those trees.” We set up the camp quickly, and then the women suggested a swim. “Not this time,” I told them quietly. “Don't you think it would be a good idea, darling?” “We could wade out a good way on that sand bar.” “And
moving freely—and the relaxed orifice seemed to be turning itself outward, swelling slightly as it opened, and Jane's hips were responding to the gently plunging finger. She again spread her cheeks with her hands, and I saw that her asshole was indeed remarkably relaxed; far more so than I had deemed possible. There were two fingers in it now, yet they moved in and out at will, and the head of my cock had swollen so with lust for her that it seemed broader than it had ever been. Mary withdrew
saddlehorn. “Hello, the house!” I offered. The door opened instantly and I looked into the twin muzzles of a double-barreled shotgun. “What do you want?” It was a female voice asking. “Grain, a rubdown, and a corral for him; grub and a bunk for me,” I answered respectfully. “Well... I don't know,” the voice said doubtfully. “My man ain't here.” “Never admit it,” I admonished her. “Were I a different sort, you'd be puttin' yourself at a disadvantage.” “Not 'long as I'm at this end of the