Oriel, part 1
by Joe Rathbun
ORIEL'S BIG MAMA AND ORIEL AS A CHILD

                        ALEX MOVES TO THE
                              WEST
                        MEETS ORIEL'S MOM

Much to the chagrin of Alex's boss and other managers of the
company Alex worked for, Alex Ray began an effective alternative
to the company he was working for. Alex's OWN company.

The company dealt with electronic designs. They assisted other
companies come up with new electronic products or improved versions
of what they already have. They also help their customers with
their computer hardware or software associated with electronic
design.

The finished products of both the company Alex worked for and his
OWN company were mostly schematic diagrams, specs, technical
descriptions, and, occasionally, computer programs... stuff that
can be faxed or modemed. Sometimes actual circuits were moved, but
due to the distance of their customers from their Fairfax, Virginia
location, both Alex OR the Company had to use U.P.S. anyway.

Slowly, Alex began the copy-cat company from home. Being early to
mid 70's, there were no fax machines and modems as we know today,
but they DID EXIST. They were expensive and took a bit of skill or
patience at least, to operate.

By not buying fancy automobiles and by staying on the look out for
deals, like used equipment by net-working through ham-radio, Alex
acquired the necessary equipment. He perfected ways of neatly
sending the material. Most factories, including some over-seas,
that Alex worked with DID have fax and modem systems although they
may not have been referred to in those terms.

Slowly, over the years, Alex, a bachelor so far, built up a
clientele most of whom were snatched away from the company Alex
worked for. They liked his lower prices with the same quality and
sometimes faster service. Alex would work over-night or weekends.

Alex was earning considerable amounts of money from the two
sources. But he was overworked. That was okay in his mind, for he
planned to quit the company and continue working for his clients
from his own home.

In Alex's north Virginia home's basement sat his data
communications gear. A facsimile machine (fax), a digital to audio
modulator, and another unit housing an audio to digital demodulator
(now a days contained in one, small unit known as a modem!) worked
like a team sending out and bringing in information.

Altogether, the data communications equipment, even though used,
cost as much as a big automobile. The IBM mainframe Alex used to
run software that assists in developing new circuits was also late-
model-used and cost as much as a Cadillac.

Alex planned to resign soon, but his resignation was hastened a
bit!

Alex's boss called a former big client, wondering why they did not
use their services any more. They told that boss they received
faster yet less expensive service from someone named Alex Ray who
operated a similar company.

Alex was promptly fired!

But he had no worries as he drove home (a little early!) in a
typical March day in the Washington D.C. area, with cold drizzle
rain splattering his wind-shield. His "company" provided a good
income now, and he was in solid with most of his clients.

Instead, he enthusiastically planned a move out west. A friend of
his already had moved out there a year ago. His friend worked as
a computer programer in Walsenburg, Colorado, a medium sized town
somewhat over one hundred miles south of Denver, on highway I-25.

A few months after his friend moved, Alex took a week's vacation
to check out what the area was like, staying at his friend's house.

Alex fell in love with the area. Cool and dry, with mountains and
rugged, semi-arid country, Alex also found it to be an excellent
place for bicycling. Alex's friend suggested, "Why don't you move
here? With your self-employment and all your clients in contact
with you by mail, U.P.S., telephone and data communications, you
could live anywhere you want!"

That planted the seed in Alex's mind.

Sure enough now, as he drove home after being fired, that was
Alex's plan. Living expenses are much lower around Walsenburg
anyway, yet the move would not effect his income. Besides, he would
not live in Walsenburg. Alex planned to move his communications
gear, computer and electronic gizmos to a place in the deep
country, far from any city or town. Far in the country, in the
hinterlands... that is where he always wanted to live!

After many telephone calls to Realtors around Walsenburg, Pagosa
Springs and Durango Colorado, Alex finally took his second trip to
Walsenburg a couple weeks after being fired. He wished to check
out some of this land being considered for purchase. It was just
land. A hundred acres for just 6000 dollars! Of course it was in
the middle of nowhere! The nearest towns were Durango and Pagosa
Springs.

On that second trip, just like the first, Alex flew to Denver
Colorado, rented a car and drove to Walsenburg. Again he stayed at
his friend's house. The next day Alex drove to the Pagosa Springs
Realty office and then on to the land with the Realtor.

Alex stood and surveyed the land located next to a small, little-
used road that paralleled the somewhat bigger highway 160 a few
miles north. The land was typical southwest Colorado semi-arid.
Tremendous snow-capped mountains could be seen to the west AND
east. They were on an elevated plateau.

The Realtor commented, "Some folks from the eastern low-lands have
trouble breathing here. We are at 8000 feet. Do you notice
anything?"
"Well, now that you mention it, yes, I DO seem to be panting..."
Alex, indeed, feeling a bit winded, took a big breath to allow his
body to catch up on its oxygen orders.

"There is a definite tendency for me to feel like I've been cycling
hard for a mile or so. It's not bad, but I wonder if it will effect
me if I were to engage in something more strenuous than just
standing here."

The Realtor replied, "You'll get used to it. I moved from the
eastern low-lands myself. And now it doesn't bother me! ... So tell
me, are you going to build here? A house maybe?"
"Yes! I have sufficient carpentry experience from my Father to
build a simple efficiency type dwelling of wood. That's all I
need."

After some additional walking around and talk, Alex came upon the
story of his Father. His Father himself told Alex about it.

When Alex's Father was a boy in West Virginia, for a while he
claimed to be one-half American Indian. He told any school mate
about his Indian ancestors and how he himself was a-tuned to the
land.
Then one day the Teacher at the school Alex's Father was attending
at the time was assigning each student a report project. Believing
he WAS half Indian, the Teacher ordered Alex's Father, a boy of 12
years old at the time, "I've heard you are half Indian! Do a report
on Indian Culture for the class... that would be most interesting!"

"Oh man!" Alex commented of his Father, "was he ever in the hot-
seat then! He had to get busy!"

Alex rambled on about how his Father pulled it off by spending
considerable time at the library studying American Indian Culture
and their art. He even came up with his own "artifacts" to show
the class. And none too soon! As his Father walked home from school
that day after successfully giving a convincing report, it rained.
His supposedly generations-old "artifacts" promptly lost their
character as the rain caused their hastily water-colored in designs
to run or wash off entirely!

Alex concluded, "Both my Father and I have always liked the
Indians. I myself have always deeply regretted how the White race
stole and plundered their land. Sometimes I'm ashamed of being
White myself."
"Well it's a good thing you like Indians, for they might come
sometimes. We are only a few miles north of the Southern Ute Indian
Reservation."
"The Southern Ute?"
"Yes. I don't know that much myself. I would guess they are
something like the Pueblos. A big, tremendous Pueblo Indian
Reservation lies just south of the Southern Ute one, in New Mexico.
Anyway, just so that you'll be prepared, I've heard folks in these
parts get uninvited 'visits' from time to time by Ute Indians
claiming they are on their land. Nothing much ever comes of it
although I heard the Indians have gone to court over it several
times. They are always claiming this or that piece of land as
theirs."
"Well, by all rights, this entire territory is theirs. After
fighting bravely to keep it, the land was taken anyway without so
much as a penny of payment."

The Realtor looked Alex over after he said that and then noted
Alex's shoulder-length hair with a head-band in it. Alex had been
letting his hair grow longer and longer. He stayed clean shaven,
but let his hair grow longer. The head-band appeared somewhat
American Indian-like.

"If a Ute Indian committee comes around your place, maybe they will
think you really ARE part Indian yourself and leave you alone! Is
that head-band of yours from Indians?"
"Nah, just a pseudo-Indian design, that's all. And they will NOT
mistake me as part Indian because even half-bloods have a Indian-
look about them. My Father pulled off his stunt successfully
because there were no Indians around to dispute his claim, and none
of the White kids knew better. Nope! I am unmistakably white! Even
with my long hair and this head-band."

The Realtor concluded by reassuring Alex, "Well, like any other
real estate purchase, the seller is required to pay for a complete
title research by a Title company to make sure there are no claims
or liens against the property you are buying. You should have no
trouble."

After that, Alex and the Realtor went back to the Pagosa Springs
office where Alex promptly signed papers to purchase the land.
After returning home in Fairfax, Alex paid for the land in one
payment and the land was his.

Alex told his friend in Walsenburg that he and his family could
visit, picnic, camp or anything else on Alex's 100+ acres. Later,
Alex's friend uncovered some difficulties that "came with" Alex's
land.

Alex's land had NO electricity and NO telephone. It would cost
27,000 dollars for either to be brought in. The nearest electric
or telephone lines were several dozen miles away. And putting in
a well for water would be another giant expense. Being elevated,
semi-arid plateau-land, the water table was over a thousand feet
down. It would cost nearly 30,000 dollars to put in a well!

That occupied Alex's thoughts as he completed his drive home
through the chilly drizzling rain back in the Fairfax area after
purchasing a small amount of groceries. He was trying to let his
refrigerator empty out because he planned to move soon. Alex had
some solutions to the electricity and telephone problems.

Alex immediately began action to move. He put his Fairfax, Virginia
home for sale, and prepared a mass mailing for all his clients of
an up-coming change in address and telephone numbers.

Alex had a splendid plan to solve the electricity problem. He would
go part gas and part SOLAR! His Virginia house already had a
thermal-solar hot water system.

But the solution to the telephone situation was ugly, at least for
Alex's data communications gear. There was no other way. Alex made
arrangements with his friend to place and operate his
communications gear from the basement of his friend's house in
Walsenburg. That was just for temporary. Alex planned to sell the
land later and move to more easily manageable land.

But for voice telephone, Alex came up with a nice solution he
liked. He was an amateur radio operator anyway. But to his legion
of various radio transmitters, receivers and transceivers he added
a mobile radio telephone set. A mobile radio telephone set is a
special two way short-wave (high frequency band) radio that
contacts radio-telephone patch companies for supposedly trouble
free interfacing to the telephone system. That way, telephone-like
calls can be sent or received. The mobile radio-phone even rings,
or buzzes a little like a telephone (if turned on and in standby
mode) when a call comes in.

But the solution to the water was not very pretty. Alex would begin
deliveries of bottled water. Again, only temporary, until he sold
the land... so he planned.



Alex made the move. A difficult, strenuous move, Alex did
everything to save money but it still cost a lot. Alex took down
the solar hot water system at his Virginia house himself. He drove
the rental moving-van himself.

He later found out he paid way too high a price for the land. Not
good for farming, not good for mining, not good for ANY
"conventional" business (except Alex's type of business), and no
accessible electricity, phone or water... that hundred acres should
have cost little more than a thousand, if even that.

Alex found there were no buyers for his land at 6000 dollars. Alex
commented to his friend, "I guess it's going to be a while before
another tin-horn dweeb from the east like myself comes along!"

Alex built his structure as planned. Made entirely of wood, Alex
managed a not bad piece of large scale carpentry work. His friend
and friend's family looked it over one day on a visit. His friend
said, "Very good! Mighty fine!"
"Nah!" Alex said, "It's just an over-grown tree house... without
the tree!"

And Alex set up solar photo voltaics. Spending 8000 dollars for two
big panels of photo-voltaics and another few hundred dollars for
a bank of big, truck batteries, Alex had 24 hour a day 12-volt
electricity! A 12 volt DC operated, top-opening refrigerator and
freezer kept his food fresh. Top-opening refrigerators and freezers
are good for Alex's situation. Opened on the top, the heavy cold
air stays put, rather than spilling out each time the refrigerator
is opened as with regular up-right models. So top-openers use less
electricity re-cooling air.

Alex had to pour bottle after heavy bottle of water into an
elevated tank that he erected next to and over his cabin, but if
kept full of water, his solar hot water tank kept the water plenty
hot for baths. Water pressure was provided by the weight of the
water in the elevated tank.



After months and months and even over a year of absolutely no
buyers for the land, Alex figured he may as well plan on paying
those big prices for the telephone and water and just continue
living here. He liked the remoteness and he was getting used to the
troubles. He just would not put in the telephone and water now. He
planned to wait until later, after recovering financially from the
move. His house in Virginia would sell soon then he would bring in
the telephone and water.



Then the Indians came.

Alex was working at his computer completing an order for a circuit
revision when he heard an old vehicle pop and sputter up his long
drive way. He answered the knock on the door and found himself face
to face with three dark, reddish skinned fellows with black hair...
Ute Indians!

Two of them were young and looked tough... but their countenance
was gentle. Their long black hair draped about their shoulders.
They had head-bands... authentic Indian ones... and stood proud and
tall, yet not boastful. A third was older. His hair was braided
and he wore glasses. His cheek bones were high and protruded. His
weather-honed face looked stern, proud, yet somehow gentle and
patient.
This older American Indian's appearance resembled somewhat, in
Alex's mind, a picture of Sitting Bull, a famous American Indian
Chieftain of old, that he saw in a book once. Of course, to that
picture, one would have to add glasses.
All three were unarmed. No guns, no bow or arrows, no tomahawks...

As soon as Alex cleared his head of the spider-webs and recovered
from the surprise, he invited, "Come in! Come in!"

After some greetings, the oldest gentleman introduced himself as
Blue Owl and then stated the reason for the visit. "You seem so
friendly, not like some others around here who would rather we did
not come. But I'm sorry to have to inform you, you have built your
house on Ute Indian territory..."

Alex, most surprised in finding he himself was now perhaps a part
of a continuing tradition of grabbing land from Indians replied,
"Oh NO! That's terrible! Are you sure? A complete title search was
paid for and done! They uncovered no liens or claims..."
"That's according to the White man's law which, and for some reason
I perceive you understand this as well, which you and I both know
often disregards Native Americans' rights."

"Oh man, what am I going to do!?" said Alex as he first sat down,
then stood up again. "I wonder what others in my situation do..."

Blue Owl was about to answer, "They usually..."
"Well, I know what I"M going to do! I was gypped on this land any
way... I'll help you get it back through White man's law! They
won't be able to touch it! HAH HAH! I'll sell you the land... for
0 dollars and 0 cents! How about that!? There's over a hundred
acres here! It'll be yours! No courts, no questions, no arguments!
Yours! Fair and legal in the eyes of the White man!"

Even the well poised and dignified Blue Owl was without the
capability of speech for several seconds! He finally said, "Are you
sure you want to do this?"
"Just... just... could you all let me continue to live here...
please? As a tenant on your land. I could even pay you rent or
lease... and you can use the land for anything you want, farming,
grazing, right up to my doors!"

Blue Owl, still not believing the output of his own ears, replied,
"I'll have to discuss it with the Ute Tribal Council... but I think
that will be okay! Never before in... HISTORY perhaps... has a
White man ever made such an settlement! I believe we could allow
you to continue here in your most ecologically sound home... free
of rent for as long as you wish... there would just be some NOT
UNreasonable rules to abide by, maybe, that's all."
"Great!" replied Alex, "We'll go to the Realtor's office tomorrow
and seal the deal!"

The disbelieving three Ute Indians then began to leave, but not
until Blue Owl had a look at and admired the solar photo-voltaics
just in back of Alex's house.

Finally Blue Owl commented, "I guess this just goes to prove the
saying, that nobody and nothing in the real world is COMPLETELY bad
or COMPLETELY good. We Native Americans are not saints. We drink
and gamble too much at times. And the White culture COULDN'T be ALL
bad... not and come up with something like this! Modern electricity
from the sun! That has got to be the sanest, most in-accordance-
to-God's-wishes, most, some how ecologically logical and right way
to derive electricity that I have ever seen!"

After the three Ute Indians left, Alex had a warm feeling inside
from the fact that a respectable member of a race he liked so much
approved of him and his methods.

Alex did as he said. The next day, Alex, Blue Owl and five other
Indians, two of them women, went to the Court in Pagosa Springs
where the transaction of the land was legally recorded.

While an officer at the court performed the procedures with the
land, Alex kept glancing at the two American Indian Women. He
thought to himself, "Gosh! So pretty! So wild and free looking
somehow... Such beautiful skin... jet-black hair, long and smooth
and flowing... pretty and sensuous lips, oh! I would love to
kiss..."
Obviously mesmerized by their looks, Alex had to resign himself to
forever admiring but not touching as he concluded in his thoughts,
"I'm sure they want nothing to do with a white man!"

The one hundred and fifteen acres then belonged to the Ute Indians
collectively, fair and legal. The deal was unshakable.

With the land being theirs, the Ute Indians could order Alex off
or demand rent from him or allow him to stay for free as they see
fit.

The Ute Indians allowed Alex to stay as long as he wanted, free
from rent.

The Ute Indians imposed few rules. Alex was not to use his home for
illegal activities, as a center for operating a crime syndicate,
or as head-quarters for any anti-Indian activity... that was like
telling a rabbit "you shall not eat mice"! So there was no trouble
and Alex lived in perfect peace.



So Alex continued living as before, clothing style becoming ever
more casual and hair ever longer. In fact he slept nude. He had no
curtains on his cabin's windows, but there was no need. No
neighbors and in the middle of nowhere, there was nothing to close
any curtains against.

That is until one night, a few days later, as Alex was going
through exercises that consisted of pressing weights, push-ups and
such. These exercises were responsible for his tight, trim 165
pound six foot body of not big but well honed muscles. He wore only
a brief g-string the whole time. He kept thinking he heard
something outside. Cautious sticking out of his head through the
front door revealed nothing. Just some desert-night animal Alex
concluded.

After the exercises, Alex showered and, while completely nude, had
a late snack then went to bed. With windows wide open he used no
blankets for the night was warm. As he lay, waiting for sleep, he
kept thinking about pretty American Indian Women. He visualized
various things while laying there. After no sex in what seemed to
him like centuries, it was inevitable. He began to get aroused and
"suffer" a "hardening". His nakedness didn't help.

Almost unconsciously, while laying tummy down, he began to "pump"
a little, rubbing his hard, aching penis on the bed up and down.
Half asleep, he did not fully realize what he was doing, but it
felt good, tempting him to pump harder. Soon he was thrashing his
painfully engorged penis, pumping out pent up sexual hunger on the
bed. With his bed squeaking and grunting rhythmically to his
furious thrusting, he groaned loudly as he came. The powerful
orgasm flushed out tense, horny feelings and a copious amount of
semen from his body, giving him relief.

He knew he had to get up and clean "the mess", but he was so
relaxed now, he just continue to lay there... until he thought he
heard a woman giggling!

THAT made Alex bolt up, FAST! He stuck his head out a the screen-
less window just over his bed, but nothing. Only the still desert
night. He must have dreamed it. Alex thought, "Golly, it's on my
mind so bad, I'm hearing things!"

Awake finally, he cleaned up the "spillage" on his bed.

Finally, he could lay down and this time, he was relaxed and truly
drowsy.

He had been laying for quite a while and was about to fall asleep
when he thought he heard the sound of a kiss followed by, again,
by the muffled voices of, not one but two, women!

It took a second to sink in, as Alex was half dreaming. Then it
came to him! Again he shot up from bed and looked out the window...
nothing but calm desert night...



A month later came another visit from Blue Owl, his Wife, and some
friends to Alex's cabin. After greetings, Blue Owl and others
basically invited Alex to an upcoming event, a holiday or day of
observance particular to the Ute Indians only.

Blue Owl said, "It mostly consists of feasting and some dancing and
traditional music and such. We just thought you might want to join,
or observe at least, seeing as how you are so friendly toward us.
I just wish there were more White people like you. You are a
rarity. I and others think it would be well to accept your
offerings of friendship."
"WOW! Man! I would be delighted to go!" Alex enthusiastically
replied. "But will it be okay? I will not know what to do, how to
participate..."
"You just stick by me or these fellows here. We'll be your guide.
You might see one or two other non-Indians there. Anyway, it will
be a good chance for you to see a real Native American Reservation
community. No doubt you have seen all kinds of stuff about Native
Americans on television... some of it big lies and some of it quite
accurate. But here's your chance to begin observing for yourself!"

Of course Alex was thrilled. He asked about where they were
located. Alex brought out a large, highly detailed surveyor's map
of the region. Blue Owl pointed out where Alex's cabin was and the
location of the Reservation village that Alex would be going to.

"Huh! Look at that!" Alex observed, "It would be much closer to
trek across here to your village. To go by car following the roads
goes way around here, up that direction then back northward again.
What a waste. I could go by my mountain bicycle straight across
here! And that would be a scenic ride indeed!"

Blue Owl and the others laughed a bit, delighted with Alex's
enthusiasm. Blue Owl then replied, "Okay, okay, that is a better
way, but the first time, you better come with us. Let the village
people get to know you. A lone White man approaching our village
might generate an alert status which might be dangerous. We get a
lot of thieves, most of them white, trying to steal our Native
American art. We make pottery, some woven products like blankets
and such. After two or three escorted visits to ceremonial type
events, you know, where everybody is out and notices you, even if
you are not personally introduced, and you will become familiar..."

A younger Ute Indian, one of those accompanying fellows, added, "If
he wants to visit the village from that direction, the best way for
our people to become accustomed to his visits is if we were to
escort him on horse-back ourselves from that direction. We could
ride out to meet him with an extra horse for him to ride..."
"Yes," Blue Owl agreed, "There you go! Would you be game for a ride
on horse-back? Go to our village by horse? That would be the Native
American way! And in general, the western way! We'll bring you a
very calm and gentle horse for your first time, a man from the east
as you are!"

Delighted, Alex agreed, "Yes, that would be great!"

Alex wondered if he should ask Blue Owl about the possibility of
meeting Indian Women. Alex observed Blue Owl's Wife. Even though
an older Woman, she was still very good looking. Trim, fit, nice
skin color, pretty lips and her long, flowing black hair made her
look young. But not at all familiar with the Indians' custom or
view on such things, Alex decided not to mention or ask about it.

Alex DID ask, "How should I dress?"
"As you are right now would be fine." Blue Owl replied. "You will
find us not so particular about dress."

At that moment, Alex was clothed the way he has been clothing
himself since moving out here... only in very short denim shorts.
And Alex's hair was beyond shoulder-length now, hanging freely
about and below his shoulders. Riding his mountain bicycle often
in the desert wilderness had given him a golden tan as well. That
put a finishing touch on his fine six foot even body. Weighing a
slender 160 to 170 pounds, Alex was lean and hard. His muscles were
not big, but obvious and clearly defined (well "ripped" as body-
builders would say). He possessed not too broad but nicely shaped,
square shoulders imparting a nice v-shape to his back.



A couple days later, Blue Owl and a couple others came... from the
south-east corner of Alex's cabin which was the direction of the
village... on horse back. A riderless horse was with them. That
would be Alex's steed.

It was a beautiful scenic route to the village. Alex surveyed as
they went along, to see if it could indeed be done by a fat-
wheeled mountain bicycle... indeed it could! The first couple miles
were flat, then there were some pretty fair sized hills. Changing
scene and terrain would keep the trip interesting. And being on
horse-back was unfamiliar to Alex, but interesting.

They crested a hill, and upon mounting it, the Ute Indian village
came in to view. It was way down there, snug in the cliffs and
hills. A spectacular sunset was at that moment taking place a-
washing Alex and Ute Indians with him in a rosy-pink hue. The red
sun shone on a mountain or cliff which reflected the rosy light
down to the village. The village itself was basically in the
shadows. But the pink-orange reflected light imparted an almost
dream-scape appearance to the Native American village below. They
descended the hill and Alex found himself practically in another
world.

There was feasting, music and dancing. Alex had many chances to see
actual Indian musical instruments in use. Blue Owl was a great
guide, explaining to Alex the significance of it all. In some cases
there was NO significance or deep meanings... just FUN!

As the evening progressed, Alex longingly observed the Indian
Women. If accompanied by a husband or boy friend, they might
approach Alex close. But Alex had to take care not to stare too
much. And he had to pay attention to what was being said to him or
his replies might be confused. This was his first time here, he had
to make a good impression.

Sometimes an Indian Gal caught him looking. Some would smile.
Others simply quickly turned away, either shy or not wanting a
white man looking at them, Alex concluded.

Alex thought they resembled Japanese or Chinese women, somewhat,
but better looking. Bigger and more robust, the Indian Women had,
what Alex thought, a prettier, darker reddish skin tone, and
fuller, expressive lips. Alex thought with longing, I'd give
anything just for a few kisses! Oh!

The Indian Women also appeared rugged, something Alex wanted in a
woman. For some reason, Alex had always liked, or fancied the idea
of a big and perhaps, very strong woman, rugged and "out-doors-
adapted". An excellent mate for mountain bicycle trips through the
wilderness or for canoe rides.

But alas! They wanted nothing to do with a white guy, Alex
concluded. Although they let Alex into their village, Alex
concluded they must still regard the White man with suspicion and
disapproval. After all, think of the atrocities committed by White
people against Indians, especially with their land.

As the evening went on, Alex became to realize there were a couple
Indian Women different from the others. First, one of them was
TALL! She stood taller than all other women and as tall as the
taller men. She was filled out and shapely as well. This one and
the smaller were both dressed in reveling clothes of less material
than the others.

Alex, with further observations, saw the smaller, who wore nothing
on top, was really a girl, but big for her age. Her already
developing breasts were out in the air, uncovered. Her black hair
was in braids. She seemed very active, always moving. Sometimes she
was with Indian boys, sometimes by her Mother's side, her Mother
being that big lady that caught Alex's eye. The girl was dressed
only in very brief and worn out denim shorts, and was bare-footed.
The zipper of her denim shorts seemed to be partially open. Once
Alex's eye caught the girl quite obviously stopping a second to
pull up the zipper. But it slowly opened again, refusing to stay
up.

With such looking, it was not long before the active girl, and
later, her big Mother, caught Alex looking. In fact, Alex caught
the big Lady looking at him... and she smiled oh so pretty and
inviting! It was a thrill to Alex when any Indian gal would
acknowledge him with a smile. It was like tiny morsels of food to
a hungry person.

The big Lady continued to catch Alex's eye. Her "buck-skin" skirt
and blouse, whether it be pseudo or real, had a long slit in both
sides of the skirt, exposing much of the woman's shapely, strong
looking legs whenever she walked, or was caught in a breeze. On
top, her blouse rode low in front, exposing considerable amounts
of well developed breast. And her blouse, being sleeveless,
revealed nice looking arms with considerable musculature. And
finally, her blouse did not quite come down to her skirt, revealing
glimpses of a flat, hard tummy.

Alex could not help looking. This gal had both of what he liked.
A beautiful Indian woman's face, and big and robust... like an
Amazon... "She IS an Amazon", Alex steamed in his thoughts.

Alex could not help but keep trying to look at that big beauty of
just over six feet tall. Several times she caught Alex looking, and
always acknowledged with a smile.

Several times that evening, Blue Owl and his other impromptu guides
left his side to join dancing or other activities. It was
understandable, after all, Alex could not expect them to be by his
side always. Anyway, Alex would then be left alone, to observe the
activities, usually at some distance.

It was during just such a moment, and while the evening was waxing
late, when at last the Lady moved in for the final time, like a
cougar seizing its prey! And that topless girl was right with her,
like a cougar kitten waiting to take part in her Mother's "kill".

Alex was sitting there, alone, observing some dancing, when he felt
radiant warmth from behind him - before he knew just what it was,
a beautifully soft and melodic, somewhat low registered female
voice came from behind him "What's the matter, they keep leaving
you alone?"

Alex turned and saw his very dream-beauty, standing tall over him,
and looking at him with an expression of understanding kindness.

Though now it was handed to him like on a serving tray, he would
have given all that he owned, perhaps his very soul, to hear what
she said next... "Come on, Alex, let's go for a walk!"

What a thrill! To Alex, BETTER than winning a big lottery drawing.
Alex could not utter a sound, human or animal... his mouth was
frozen! Automatically, as if in a spell, he rose and joined the
beckoning bronze-skinned Amazon beauty.

And, ... how did she know my name? Alex wondered.

So exciting to Alex - his faced flushed and hot feeling, his body
really tingled - he could not believe it was happening! After so
many years of day-dreaming about it!

And this REAL dream couldn't be better! Up close, by his side, Alex
could see this gal was really big! And those big shapely legs kept
appearing, disappearing and reappearing again behind that split
skirt as she walked by his side. Alex was tall himself, six feet
even. But unlike most women, this Amazon could look him straight
into the eyes, maybe even slightly downward. She was just a slight
bit taller than himself... and bigger... and probably stronger and
certainly tougher and more rugged.

The Amazon was leading Alex away from the village, into the night
time wilderness of the country. She had nothing to fear from Alex,
there was no way he could take advantage of this power-woman... if
Alex was so inclined.

But he was NOT so inclined, quite contrarily, he was tamed and
under her spell.

Then once, the Amazon turned to a presence, that in his mesmerized
condition, Alex had not noticed much... the topless, big-for-her-
age girl. She was following closely behind, smiling, giggling even.
"Soo! You should go home and go to bed! And you shouldn't follow
us staring, this guy's shy... I need some time alone..."
"Sure Mom!" said Soo (pronounced Sue) in a teasing tone of voice,
smiling an impish grin. "Remember to make BOTH PAIRS of your LIPS
share him equally!"
"Hush that! You bone-head! No more boys tonight. Go home, take a
COLD shower, and off to bed with you!"
"Yes, Mommy-dear! Enjoy her, fellah! I can't wait to see what kind
of Brother or Sister you make for me!" Soo teased.
"SOO!" the big Amazon Mom scolded! But the impish Amazon daughter
just laughed, turned and left.

Alex and a big, steaming Amazon were alone. Alex did not realize
they had already walked such a distance. The village and the
ceremony, along with the music, drums and dancing, was a far away
sight in the midst of moon-lit desert wilderness.

Alex was wondering what the girl meant by "both pairs of your lips"
when the Amazon spoke to him in her dulcet voice, "She's gotta
learn some manners and restrain herself better. I don't know how
she got like that!"

The Amazon Indian Woman continued walking, with Alex practically
glued, by her side. "So, what brings you out here to the west
giving land to us Indians, and so on?" she asked.

Alex had a difficult time gathering his thoughts to answer her.
After much stuttering he got out the basics. "..... and the land
grant was just my way of trying to apologize, so to speak, and
among other things, about what the Whites have done to Indians."
he finished.

"Well, that's mighty big of you, and highly unusual, for a White
guy. So you make your living by electronics and the like,
contacting your customers by mail, telephone and, what else did you
say..."
"Data communications..."
"Oh yes! So, you have successfully avoided those White man
trappings, the all-mighty clock, and the traffic jam!"
"Uh... Seems so! And what a relief. Uh... Besides, I've always had
a preference for black-berry jam!"
"Uh-huh! Funny boy! Well, maybe you can come to my house sometime
and I will see if I can come up with some Ute Indian delights for
you to sample. Would you like that?"
"BOY! WOULD I!"
.....

Alex, floating, wafting in a sea of excitement and warm feelings,
did not realize it, but the big Amazon Lady had just walked him
home! No telling how long it took, Alex was outside of time! But
suddenly he realized, that structure ahead was his very own cabin,
lit by silvery moonlight!

"Say! How did you know where I live!? And... how did you know my
name?"
"A White guy that just gives over a hundred acres to the Indians
generates much talk. Your name and that action of yours is quite
well known by now. Besides, I and so of course, my Daughter, Soo
Yan-O, have lived here all our lives. We both know our way around
this land very well. My Soo Yan-O is half-blood, so she has a
particular interest in what she heard was a young, hippy-like, and
you ARE hippy-like, young White man living by himself. I'm afraid
I have to tell you the little imp came trekking out here one night
to spy on you! She watched you exercise and hung out while you
showered and went to bed..."

Then it came to Alex, like a basket ball in his face, about a month
ago, when he kept thinking he heard something outside while
exercising... and... (gulp!) after masturbating!
"But how did she come up so quietly? I didn't hear a car, or
horse... did she use a bicycle?"
"Now how did WE just get here?" asked the Amazon.

She stopped, just a few dozen feet away from Alex's cabin. Alex
stood squarely face to face with this giant female, standing
awfully close. He felt arms go around his waist, and pull him to
her body. Her breasts impinged his bare chest, he could feel her
large nipples through the material of her blouse. Alex felt his
penis engorge itself, stiffen and rise hard against the confining
space of his small denim shorts. As tall as she was, the hump in
his shorts pressed right where it... should!

She repeated, "I asked, how did WE just get here?"
"Uh, um... we, uh, WALKED."
"Right! Walked! Quietly, on cat's paws, walked! Unless the person
in a cabin or house is on the lookout, someone on foot can easily
approach a cabin without notice if it is night, and the lights are
on inside. And my Soo Yan-O CAN be REAL quiet... and so can I. I
went looking for her. It was past her bed-time that night. I walked
out here, knowing, after her hundreds of questions she asked me
about you, where she may have gone. I found her spying on you
through the window. And I would have taken her by the arm and been
off, had it not been for YOU doing something I found INCREDIBLY
SEXUALLY AROUSING!"

"Uh-oh!" Alex muttered!

"That's right, you sex-fiend! Your little masturbation show had
both our crotches soaking wet before you were done! I was about to
climb in that window, but proper etiquette stopped me and I had my
Daughter to consider! After you were through, I hustled my Daughter
and myself off!"

THAT had Alex spinning! He cleared his thoughts and said, "Well,
at least you are honest about it! But now... what am I to do about
this?"

Alex's penis was aching and hard. He put his arms around the big
Woman's trim waist and hugged, pressing the hump in his shorts
caused by his penis firmly into her skirt where her crotch would
be if she was naked. The force of his thrusting pressed the
material of her skirt against her wet vagina, leaving a wet-stain
in that area!

"Yes!" she said, "What ARE we gonna do about that!? It looks pretty
big and hard to me!"

Alex moaned from the intensity of sexual desire and his aching
penis and held on to that big Amazon treasure.
He tried to speak, stuttering out, "can... may we... can you let
me..."
"I'm afraid not, I'm sorry! My heavens, not the FIRST time! Folks
say I behave shamefully, but that is not so... well... ohh! But it
IS tempting! You feel cute in my arms and that hill in your little
shorts is making me hungry... I tell you - ohhh! - I tell you what,
Alex, just pump away, with your shorts on! That bump knocking
into... me... oohhh! That'll do it for me! Come on! Give it to me!
NOW!"
"You mean, just like this?"
"OHHH! NO MORE QUESTIONS", huffed the Amazon, "JUST DO IT!"

Alex began to thrust hard, ramming his hard penis against the
inside of his denim shorts, against her split skirt to her hungry
genital.

"DROP YOUR SHORTS!" Commanded the Amazon.
"OH BOY! You're lettin' me in?"
"NOT QUITE" she huffed, "I'm staying dressed! But your hard part
will press on me enough to bring me relief from this! OHH! You got
me GOING! Now I gotta finish! HURRY and DROP 'EM!"

As soon as Alex unzipped his shorts, a steely bar of flesh thrust
out immediately...
"WOW! LOOK at THAT! So big and thick! OHH I bet that'd feel GOOD
INSIDE!"

Alex let his shorts drop down whereupon he kicked them aside.

Alex pulled aside the front "panel" of her split skirt, revealing
her crotch with no underwear at all!

"OH MAN! HERE I COME!" declared Alex as he thrust butt backwards
getting ready to bury that aching, hard throbbing thing deep into
a burning Amazon. But the Amazon was not ready!

Using her superior strength, she stopped Alex, right there!
Grabbing his hips, she nearly picked him up and moved him to an
arms' length, yanked her skirt's front panel from his hands, then
drew him back again, hugging him firmly. That action pressed his
rocky penis hard into her crotch, pressing through the material of
her skirt. He was helpless against her might! She could FORCE him
to do anything she wanted!

Alex realized that was all he was going to get, so accepting it,
he thrashed away with his penis against her skirt into her crotch.
Her power over him, somehow exciting in itself, aroused him
further.

The arms and legs of the big woman were all over his naked body,
feeling his butt, his chest, and generally holding him tight! She
pumped furiously, timing her thrusts with his.

Alex huffed out, "We're gonna drill a hole in your dress!"
"OOHHH! SO BE IT! YOU FEEL SO GOOD!... OOHHH, OOHHH, -
   \             /
  - !!!OOOHHHH!!! - 
   /             \      "
Orgasm zoomed and blasted its way through the Amazon's steaming
body like a big freight train... a HUGE, BLASTING orgasm, matching
her own HUGE body!

The power of her orgasm took Alex with it, as he groaned and wailed
from the ecstacy of excitement and release of his gush!

With a large puddle of semen below them, the Amazon grabbed hold
of Alex as he fell limp against her.

"HOLD ON THERE, Alex!"

Picking him up into her arms, she carried him a bit then set him
down, kneeling down herself. She sat on the desert ground, in the
silvery moon-light a few yards from Alex's cabin. She pulled the
wet front panel of her split skirt off her lap and laid Alex's head
on her lap, waiting for him to recover.

"oohhh, man..." Alex at last groaned weakly.
"Are you okay?"
"Ohh! Man! That was nice... SO NICE!"
"I've never seen a man faint after fucking before!"
"You just don't know how you effect me!"
"I think I do! At least a general idea!"
"Stay with me" he pleaded.
"I can't..."
"Why not? Please?"
"It wouldn't be right, not after just the first meeting! Look, you
can come to my house ANY TIME you want. In fact, I ORDER you to
come tomorrow! You're not eatin' right. You're too lean, and you
shouldn't faint like that after screwin'! You need care, and I can
give it to you!"
"Can't you care for me at my place? I'm too weak to bicycle all the
way to your village!" (He wasn't of course, but he was using the
big Amazon's nurturing instinct that was coming out now to his
advantage as much as possible!)

"I'll come out here by horse, with an extra horse for you tomorrow.
Besides, you don't know where my house is and it's difficult to
explain. Then I can let you stay all the way until after about
supper time. Then I'll escort you back by horse. Okay?"
"Okay... Big Mama! I'll do what you say! You know, I don't know
your name yet!"
"Big Mama is fine! You can call me that if you want, I sorta like
it! But anyway, my actual name is JUDY, Judy Strong-Girl!"
"Strong Girl?"
"Yeah! My Indian descriptive name! So named 'cause I'm so big and
STRONG!"

As she said that, she raised her large, firm arms and assumed the
classic "biceps pose", flexing muscles, showing her really HUGE
biceps, triceps and shoulder muscle development! Her sleeveless
blouse allowed full view of her sculpted arms.
"WOW! A big MUSCLE WOMAN!" exclaimed Alex.
"Go ahead, Alex, feel them! See right off, right now, how much
stronger than you I am! Then you'll know you must obey me when I
tell you to do something!"

Alex sat up from laying on her lap and rubbed his hand over one of
her arm's biceps, feeling its power! It was a little bigger even
then a base-ball, and just as hard. It felt like a stone with a
little leather around it.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, "I guess I BETTER heed your orders!"
"Uh-huh! So, no more arguments, okay? I know you want me and I want
you. But we gotta take it easy. I have to work it out with my
people. They have this thing about sex with non-Indians and pure
blood Indian babies. The predominant feeling is, if you gotta have
sex, do it with a pure-blood, so that if there IS a pregnancy from
it, the child will be pure-blooded! Never mind if the child may be
illegitimate or without a Father. The Tiyospaye, that means the
entire village's adults acting as Parents, will raise him or her.
It's to reverse the past 500 years trend of decreasing American
Indian population. I sort of, kind of agree with it! But you're so
special, so sweet, there's something about you! I need to make an
exception in this case."
"Well, you know, I agree with that too! I think the American Indian
population SHOULD be increased!"
"Well, that's nice of you, but you let us Native Americans worry
about that. Let me see you to your cabin now..."
They both rose to their feet, Judy assisting Alex...
Judy continued, "I'll stay with you a little while before leaving,
okay?"
"Okay, Judy Strong-Girl!"

Buck naked in the presence of that gorgeous Amazon woman while she
remained dressed was an interesting experience to Alex. He picked
up his shorts off the ground where they settled after being kicked
earlier.

They entered his unlocked cabin. Alex showered while Judy wiped and
cleaned as much as she could, the large wet spot on the front panel
of her split skirt. Thoroughly soaked with her genital's secretions
and his semen, she would just have to wash it, later.

"I hope everyone in my village has gone to bed by the time I get
there! This spot's large and obvious!" she mused. "Not to mention,
it smells of sex as well!" she added.

While Alex showered, she found what ever she could find of his food
supplies, and prepared a nice little, warming meal for him.

He came out from the shower and surprised, said, "You didn't have
to do that..."
"Shh! Eat! It's good for you, make you stronger! You won't faint
anymore after fucking!"
"Aren't you going to eat something..."
"Shh! I'll take care of myself. Eat!"

As Alex ate, he noted it WAS good. "What is this?" he asked.
"It's just a quick thing I know of. It's American Indian style,
sort of, limited by the paultry supplies of your ingredients.
Really, you should keep more here, and eat better!"
"Yes Ma'am!"
"Well, I'LL take care of that now!"

As Alex ate, Judy looked around Alex's cabin. Suddenly she realized
that this cabin, in the middle of nowhere and without access to
electricity, had most of the modern electric items. Then she
remembered what she had been told about his place... and those two
big, angled panels out side in back...

She asked, "The lights, the... radio over there, the
refrigerator... does your electricity really all come from the
sun?"
Alex quickly swallowed to clear his mouth and say, "Every bit of
it!"
"Huh! That's something! Storage batteries take you through the
night after charging by day, right?"
"Exactly! You're not only strong, beautiful and sexy, but smart as
well. Almost everybody else asks 'How do you have electricity at
night?'!" he mocked, using a "dumb" voice. He concluded, "I get so
tired of that same question again and again. You're the first that
figured it out right away!"
Judy grinned big and joked, "Well, Alex, I guess I'm just a Super
Woman, that's all!"

Alex finished the quick meal. Judy Strong Girl, almost like a
Mother, made Alex climb in bed. She turned off lights and sat by
his bed. While rubbing, gently scratching his back, she sang
something in Ute Indian language, softly, lovingly. As a singer her
voice was full, beautifully toned, and somewhat low-registered.
Although singing softly at the moment, her voice showed potential
of very forceful, powerful singing if called on. Awash in her
tenderness, afloat in her Love, he never felt so warm inside, it
was thrilling, yet soothing.

Soon, Alex was asleep.

Judy Strong-Girl carefully saw her way out, quietly closing and
locking his cabin door.



Alex awoke after a gloriously restful night of sleep. The warmth
and even strength imparted by the mighty Judy Strong-Girl last
night still remained. Never before had Alex been so filled with
warmth and generally feeling good. He could not have DESIGNED a
finer day-dream than this present reality... except for one
thing... he wished she would stay and live with him.

He anticipated her promise of her coming for him that morning. As
the morning drew near noon, he began to worry a bit, wondering
maybe she changed her mind.

But then the welcome sound of horse's hooves came forth around
11... by the White man's clock. But Indians pay little attention
to that.

Alex glanced out his kitchen window which looked out the rear of
the cabin and in the direction someone would be coming if riding
from the Ute village. He saw not two but three horses, two with
riders. As they drew nearer, indeed, they were Judy Strong-Girl and
her Daughter, Soo Yan-O.

They escorted Alex on horse-back to the village and their house.
They entered the village. They wound around the dirt streets
approaching the high cliff that soared over the village, shadowing
it from the strong south-west Colorado sun much of the day. Her
home was right in the cliff, along with several others.

To Judy, Soo Yan-O and of course all the others there, this was
every-day stuff. But it was a scenic tour to Alex! Some buildings
were lone-standing adobe structures. Alex thought he had walked
straight into the silver screen (well, maybe techni-color screen)
of a Western. The buildings struck him as "Mexican", like a small
Mexican village.

And then there were those homes that were built right in the high
cliff itself. Judy Strong-Girl lived in one of those, in a third
story up, in a cluster of apartments all of which were hewn
straight from the cliff.

Inside, Judy's apartment had an earthy smell that Alex liked.
Utensils, some of Indian design and making, others bought from a
department store obviously, could be seen. Her apartment certainly
was not that of someone wealthy, but neither was it real poor. It
was comfortable, and very interesting to Alex. Judy had beds, an
old sofa and other chairs, a black and white television,
refrigerator and so on, and, apparently, electricity. The power-
lines could be observed, strung all over the village.

Before, for so many years, he had only read about it. Now he was
experiencing it up close and real. There, Alex spent most of the
day under Judy's care and attention in a real pueblo or cliff
dwelling. She made him lay down sometimes, and prepared nice meals
for him.

Soo Yan-O was a sexual distraction however. She went about the
house naked. Though only 12, she already had a well built, sexy
body! With her dark, reddish skin, and pert braids of black hair,
she was an interesting sight, always moving and full of energy. Her
trim, tight and lithe body just could not sit still for more than
a few minutes at a time. Soo Yan-O's musculature was already quite
visibly developed, as was a well formed vagina and "mound of
vulva". Soo's body would arouse any man. Soo just did not know it.
Or did she?

Often she sat by Alex, cuddling next to him. With the excuse of
showing him photo albums, their Indian utensils and some objects
of art, she sat close to him. Alex wished that he would not become
sexually aroused from this, for she was just a girl without a
Father.

"She is seeking a Father in you!" Judy told him. But Judy Strong-
Girl knew very well that her Daughter was unusually advanced
physically for her age and had a sexy form.
"Soo, put some clothes on before you sit with Alex. It's impolite
to go about the house in front of guests like some clothes-less
ape!"
"Aw Mom! It's too HOT!"
"You wouldn't be hot if you'd stop jumpin' around all the time!"
"But Alex likes me like this, and it feels better!"

Then Judy had an idea:  "Soo, why don't you show Alex that new
outfit of yours! Since it's a traditional Indian type of thing,
he'll be interested to see it!"

It worked. Soo Yan-O bounded up from Alex's side and put on the set
of clothes usually worn in certain kinds of ceremony, and modeled
it for a wide-eyed Alex.

But later, Soo Yan-O indeed was hot, sweating even. Off came the
interesting outfit, and once again, Alex's eyes were pummeled,
again and again, by the sight of an attractive nude.



About mid afternoon, Judy and Soo Yan-O had to go do some work.
Judy Strong-Girl appointed her gorgeous body with a skimpy, thread-
bare, worn out tank-top. Her big nipples showed through plainly.
Below, Judy had on a pair of worn out denim shorts of very scant
coverage. Soo Yan-O wore her trade-mark, that pair of worn out
denim shorts with the zipper forever creeping down. She was
topless. Judy said to Soo, "I told you to wear a top! A tank-top
or that bikini top of yours would do!"
"Why do I have to wear a top!?"
"Because you're turning into a woman already, and you need to
clothe up your breast area!"
"But boys and men don't have to wear anything there, why should
I!?"
"Because all women and girls turning into women have to cover their
breasts when in public..."

Alex interrupted saying, "Wait a minute! That sounds like a
hypocrite White-man-thing. You Indians should soundly REJECT IT!
There IS no REAL difference. A woman SHOULD have the same right as
a man to go without a shirt if she wants."
"RIGHT ON, ALEX! RIGHT ON!!!", exclaimed and cheered Soo.
"Okay, you two! Very well, go topless, but more and more you're
going to get disdainful stares from some folks. You may yet be
obliged to wear a top, not from me but from others."
Soo protested, "Alex is right. That IS a White-man hypocrite thing.
I therefore reject those people around here who look at me with
disdain over the mere not wearing of a top, because they are not
really Indians!"
"Okay, Soo! We've no time for political discussions! Let's get
going!"

Then Judy ordered Alex, "You lay down and sleep Alex. I want you
stronger, then, if you are so interested and with us Indians,
perhaps you can work too. You can work with me! It's simple work,
easy to learn, but it requires some strength. We are basically
farmers. That's where Soo and I are going now. We'll be gone a few
hours. I left some soup on the stove. If you are hungry, heat it
up and help yourself... please!"

Then the big, gorgeous Amazon and the little, gorgeous Amazon left.

Alex found himself alone and quiet in a real Indian cliff-dwelling
to ponder all this. He looked out the window at the village streets
below. Not a bad view! He looked over their belongings. Finally,
he DID lay down and had a nice sleep.



He awoke at the sound of Judy and Soo coming back from their work
in the fields. Judy and Soo were both dirty around their hands and
feet, and their bodies glistened with sweat. That enhanced their
already good looking builds. They looked tough and rugged.

The day was beginning to get dark.

After supper, Judy escorted Alex back to his cabin. But he SO
WISHED he could stay.

Some days later, he DID begin to help with farming work. But Judy
Strong-Girl learned as well, Alex ALREADY had HIS kind of work, the
orders to fill for his clients seeking electronic designs. THAT
had to come first.

Living way out here in the wilderness with a Ute Indian village as
company, it is easy to forget that there is a hustle and bustle
world out there full of impatient people who want everything done
YESTERDAY! As soon as an order came through his data communication
system, phone or mail, Alex had to work on it with haste, as if in
a hectic, inner-city office!

Alex considered working in the Ute Indians' fields however as an
interesting break from his routine. Whenever orders were slow, he
would gladly do it. And it was nice to work together with Judy. The
strong sun of south-west Colorado was quite hot to him at times.
But as a reward, he received a handsome golden tan that Judy found
very attractive!

Soon, traveling by mountain bicycle to and from his cabin and the
Ute Indian village was a familiar routine to Alex. Judy Strong-
Girl finally let Alex spend the night at her house when she saw the
people of the village were ready to accept it. She made him sleep
in a separate bed from hers though.

Judy Strong-Girl obviously had sex with many men, all of them Ute
Indians. She admitted it. One in particular, Strong Eagle, took a
liking to Alex despite his being a potential or perhaps even an
active rival. And Alex liked him, he reminded Alex of his passed-
away older brother for some reason.

But she refrained from sex with Alex. Sometimes, at his cabin, she
allowed him to have modified sex, on the "outside" of her body,
with her. He had to do something to relieve himself from the
intense sexual hunger Judy induced in him.



One day at his cabin, Alex, desperate to enter Judy's genital with
his throbbing, hard penis, suggested, "I could wear a condom, then
you would not conceive any half-blood babies with me!"
"You just don't know the way I get when a man penetrates me. I fuck
hard and rough. I really can't control myself. I have a reputation
for tearing condoms. Also, you're so slender and delicate, I'm
afraid I might injure you..."
"Come on Judy, you're not gonna hurt me! I CRAVE to have a big
woman rough me up during sex! I've always dreamed about it!"
"Okay, Alex, we'll see later. I gotta get my thoughts and
philosophies in order."



Soo Yan-O visited often. She felt sorry for Alex. She thought her
Mom was unfair. Soo was quite frank about it...

Soo was at Alex's cabin one day. She reassured Alex, "She LOVES
YOU, Alex, REALLY! It's just this pure-blood Indian thing. Those
other guys she fucks with are just that, something to fuck with,
something to relieve her hunger. I never hear her talk about them
much other than how big their cock is and how good it feels and on
and on... but she talks about YOU! ALWAYS! You're the one she
Loves, and one day... one day I'm going to find a way to get her
to accept you... and HER OWN Love she has for you. You just wait!"

Alex was surprised to hear such talk (and language) from a 12 year
old girl. But delighted! And hopeful.

Alex's buddy, Strong Eagle, also came to his cabin sometimes. They
went bowling together, canoeing in the area's only creek, and
sometimes even, hunting, though Alex did not care for hunting that
much. 

Even Strong Eagle was on Alex's side when it came to Judy. He told
Alex, "When she has sex with me, she blows me away! But it is YOU
she loves. I'm just a sex object to her, but she loves you! Be on
the look out, buddy, one of these days, she's comin' after you!"

Again, Alex was hopeful.

The situation continued like this for days, weeks, months, almost
a year.....
                       DURING THAT YEAR...
                        Daily Life with a
                               BIG
                             AMAZON

Those of you with limited time may wish to go on with the story in
Unit (or Chapter) 2 (or the file ORIEL2.WP or ASC for those of you
who posses this story on disk). The following is not part of the
story exactly but in a way, it is. After all, it just said, "The
situation continued like this for days, weeks, months, almost a
year....."

Well, a lot can happen in a year.

We are dealing with a big, powerful Amazon Lady. Judy is clearly
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Well, on with a couple interesting, memorable occurrences of that
year Alex went through dating his Amazon Beauty, Judy Strong-
Girl...
                    JUDY STRONG-GIRL ASSISTS
                        MOTORIST IN NEED

It wasn't long before Alex had Judy Strong-Girl riding mountain
bikes with him... and just as quickly, Judy had Alex riding horse-
back with her.

On an outing one day, Alex and Judy were on mountain bicycles
returning home. Judy had taken Alex to a pretty and serene spot for
a picnic. During the time at that spot, Alex craved to Enter Judy's
body but again, she only let him find relief "externally". Judy,
ever so kind and gentle with Alex, was firm however. No entry, not
yet.

That day, Alex was in his usual cut-off denim shorts and straw hat
while Judy was in her "trade-mark" of that time, the skimpier-
than-most buck-skin (or pseudo-buck-skin) out-fit. Her skirt, very
short, was split all the way to the waist as well. A small rift of
hard, tanned tummy, then there was her blouse, cut low and
sleeveless as well. Alex found her big arms with definitely visible
muscles extremely attractive; he could not keep eyes or hands off
them. Her robustly built arms and shoulders thrust out those
sleeve-holes of her blouse bold and strong.

As they returned home under clear but darkening, deep-blue skies
with Venus and a crescent moon already up, they spied a car on that
lone stretch of road they crossed earlier. Now returning in
chilling temperatures, they would, of course cross the road again
to go home.

The car, a Japanese compact, leaned to one side rather noticeably.
Judy and Alex observed the driver standing, or pacing, in a worried
manner.

On this road, maybe one car passes by every two hours. There are
no facilities for miles. Even Alex and Judy had another eight miles
to go before reaching their cabin, on the "Reservation" road that
parallels this one.

The driver of the car was a White man, and perhaps in the past,
Judy would not have paid much attention. Or maybe she would. But
today, she suggested, "Let's check that out, Alex, must be a break
down".

They approached the driver and his disabled car. They dismounted
bicycles and approached the last few dozen feet on foot. Unaware
of it himself, Alex tended to fade behind Judy as they approached.

"Hi there!" Judy ventured. "Broke down are you?"

The driver already saw them coming across the flat plateau. He
perhaps was unnerved at the sight of the dark skinned big one, for
he kept looking at them nervously. From a distance, especially
under the dim light of evening, Judy Strong-Girl could be mistaken
for a Native American male. Many Native American Men wear their
hair long. And in this region, Native Americans and Whites do not
get along that well.

Perhaps the driver was relieved to hear the strong but melodic,
unmistakably female voice of Judy. But then he obviously found her
stature unnerving as she approached the final few steps with Alex
behind her.

The big Native American Woman dwarfed the driver, already not that
big himself.

The driver looked over Judy and Alex nervously. Alex was not to
comforting to this obviously "standard" White guy either. There was
Alex, with shoulder-length hair under a straw hat, lean and tan,
with a (authentic now) Native American head-band in his hair and
barely dressed in very skimpy denim shorts. And the driver; he was
dressed in a white "business" shirt with black dress-trousers and
black shoes. So the driver, with disabled car, in the middle of a
great wilderness, found himself confronted by a giant muscle-
Indian-Woman and a hippie White!

But certainly his pounding heart was put to ease by Judy's kind,
dulcet voice.
"Is it broke down?" Judy asked again.
"Uh, well, no... actually. It's a flat. And I don't have the jack.
I don't know why there is no jack! I'm going to complain vigorously
to the rental agency about it..."
"Oh, then this is rented?" asked Judy.
"Uh, yes"
"You have a spare?" chimed in Alex, finally.
"Well yes, there it is, but no telling what shape it's in!"
"Let me see, where is it flat?" asked Judy.
"Here," replied the driver as he walked them to the front of the
car. "The front-right."

Judy and Alex had not seen it from the side they rode up from. But
indeed, it was quite flat.
"And you have no jack to lift it up for changing?"
"Yeah! No jack! You tell me, what kind of rental agency would rent
out a car..."

But before he finished complaining about the rental-car agency,
Judy ordered Alex, "Bring over those large stones over there. We'll
get him out of here quick! This is no place to be stranded!"
"What are you going to do with these stones?" Alex asked.
"Use 'em for holding the car up so we can change to the spare."
"But what will you jack it up with?" asked the gentleman from the
car.
"I'll lift it up..." Judy simply started to say.
"LIFT IT UP!?" chimed both men in unison. They almost did not hear
Judy say her next sentence...
"...and place it on the rocks he's gathering."
"Judy! You'll hurt yourself!" Alex said.
"Can you do that!?" asked the amazed stranger.
"Don't you two worry. It's just a simple dead-lift. Here Alex, put
the stones here. When I lift, you stack them up under there, you
know, where the jack normally goes. Cars are reinforced there."
"WOW! Well, okay!" Alex answered, amazed.
"And you sir, put the parking brake on hard!" Judy further
commanded the stranger. He quickly heeded the big muscle-woman's
orders!

Judy Strong-Girl felt around for something solid to grasp on the
front-right of that car. She squat, keeping her back straight. The
rear of her split skirt hung down free, exposing all of the backs
of her legs and much of her butt. The front of the skirt lay
lightly atop her powerful quad muscles of her thighs.
She took a breath, then began the lift. As the two amazed fellows
looked on, Judy's big quad muscles flexed with awesome power. Her
arms and shoulders became rocky with huge muscles erupting,
resembling taut bundles of steel cable, and veins showing. The
right-front of that car came up, with the flat tire off the ground!

The two men stood with mouths agape.
"PUT THE STONES UNDER THERE!" Judy huffed out, "I CAN'T HOLD THIS
ALL NIGHT!"
"Oh! Oh, okay! Yes! Sorry!" Alex apologized as he scrambled to get
the stones under the car.

As soon as Alex placed the stones and steadied them, Judy eased the
car back down. With the tire up, the spare could now be mounted.

"I don't know if even most MEN could do that!" exclaimed the
stranger.
"She's stronger than ANY man or woman!" Alex proclaimed proudly.
"Show him your muscles, Judy!"
"He's done seen 'em! Now hurry and change his spare!"
"Uh, that's okay, I'll do it..."
"No, let Alex do it. We've been out riding all day on our bicycles
so we're both dirty and have been sweating. You look so neatly
dressed, like for an appointment or something. So let Alex do it,
you stay clean."

Judy stood tall and stately with her hands on hips while Alex
hastened to change the flat. Unsaid but apparently understood
between Judy and Alex was "okay, I did the hard part, now you put
on the spare, Alex!"

After Alex mounted the spare, he tested it with his hand; it felt
soft.

"Needs air!" Alex announced.
"Now THERE'S a BIG SURPRISE!" growled the stranger sarcastically,
critical of the car-rental agency.
Standing somewhat spread-legged with her arms folded under her big
bosom, Judy barked out, "Get your frame-pump and pressure it up for
him!"

Using the frame-pump off his bicycle, Alex pumped away, bringing
the spare tire to proper inflation. Fortunately, it was one of
those under-sized spares, so it did not take REAL long to inflate
it... but it took a while. Alex's small but golf-ball-hard muscles
pumped tirelessly, non-stop until the spare was up to pressure.

One more heave from Judy allowed Alex to push the stones away. She
set the car down gently with her huge muscles hanging tense. And
the stranger was ready to go!

"I don't know what I would have done without the two of you! Many
many thanks and please accept my token of appreciation!" As the
stranger spoke, he handed Judy a 20-dollar bill.
"No! That's okay! We don't need..."
"Go ahead!" insisted the stranger. "It's not much, just a token."
"Well..."
The stranger scrambled into his car before Judy could insist once
again payment is not necessary.
"THANK YOU!" The stranger called as he drove off.

"WOW! HOT DANG! I had NO IDEA you could lift a CAR! MAN! What a
SUPER WOMAN!" Alex rattled on.
"Okay, okay Love, I see you find my muscles so fascinating! But
don't you feel afraid of me? Especially when I do this..."
Judy suddenly drew Alex into her strong arms and squeezed him
against her breasts, NOT with all her might. But Alex still almost
could not breath. Her hands felt all over his hard, slender body.
She rubbed her crotch, through the material of her skirt, against
his hip. He felt it very wet.
"May I... enter?" begged Alex with a painfully hard penis
throbbing.
"No, silly! Not here! It's getting dark! Let's go!"

Judy released a smoldering Alex and mounted her bicycle.
"My goodness," Alex thought while in pain of acute sexual desire,
"Her bicycle saddle's probably soaked!"

Alex had no choice. Slowed somewhat by a stony, huge penis crowded
inside his shorts, he mounted his bicycle. His penis pushed the top
of the shorts away from his flat, hard tummy. To make matters worse
for him, the movements of pedaling constantly stimulated his penis.
The pesky thing did not go down the rest of the way home.

They arrived at his cabin. Even before going inside, Judy removed
her blouse, leaving her topless with only that teeny split skirt
left. And inside, that came off too!
Alex's eyes were popping out as he said, "NOW are you gonna let me
in?"
"No, sweetie, not yet! You're hard as nails right now and I know
I'm gonna be covered with your cream real soon, so I may as well
take them off now! Then my clothes will be okay for me to go back
to my village without embarrassment!"
"Why don't you just stay with me!?" Alex begged.

Alex's penis-head was visible above his shorts. Seeing this, Judy
walked up to him, unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts and let them
drop.
Holding both his hands, she drew him to the bed, and lay down
first, on her back. Reduced to moaning, Alex followed and clamored
over her.

To Judy, Alex felt light, limber and vulnerable as he straddled her
big, rugged body. He began humping on her as if his very life
depended on it. Though he thrashed with all his might, big Judy
Strong-Girl just absorbed all of it.

Indeed, a few minutes later, Judy had Alex's semen all over her
tummy and even just under and between her breasts. It took three
ejaculations before Alex could at last calm down.

Judy then ordered Alex on his side. She straddled over him, on her
hands and knees. She lowered her hot, soaked genital down to his
side and began thrusting vigorously. Judy soon screamed from a
powerful orgasm blasting through her.

They both snoozed a bit, then bathed (separately, to Judy's orders)
and had supper.

Later, almost with tears in his eyes, Alex bid "good night" to his
beloved Amazon, and kissed her pretty lips, those American Indian
Woman's lips that he admired.

Judy rode off into the darkness on her mountain bicycle.



And somewhere, probably now at his destination, a stranger probably
keeps reviewing again and again, his memory of the sight of that
gorgeous Amazon Lady lifting his car, with only moderate effort,
so cleanly off the ground.


                      A "BAR-ROOM" SCUFFLE

It was BOUND to happen. Some ignorant, uneducated narrow-minded
fools just can not accept anyone or anything the least bit
different.



Judy rode in Alex's car, cramped uncomfortably, with him back from
Walsenburg. Alex had completed a visit to his friend's house to
service Alex's file-server computer. Alex also did other chores and
obtained parts for ham radios and computers.

The sprite little Soo Yan-O or Oriel as Alex called her, did not
accompany them. Usually she does.
Judy told Alex, "Don't take it personally. She's extra horny today.
She's gonna go stalk boys."
"Then maybe you should MAKE her come with us. She might..." Alex
began to say.
"No, I know her. She'd drive us crazy and possibly be in a bad
mood. She's like me, big, strong and horny. I don't know why both
she and myself are that way. There's nothing can be done. I let
her masturbate, and mess with boys as long as everything is
external. She knows there will much trouble if she allows
penetration!"
"But she could lie. She'll say it was on the outside when
really..."
"Oh don't worry. I know WHAT to look for. I examine her! She knows
she better stay in line!"

So with Soo Yan-O prowling around like a hungry cougar somewhere,
Judy and Alex accomplished what they wanted in Walsenburg, and now
were coming back.

Judy sat, with the seat of Alex's compact chevy all the way back.
Her huge legs, so functional as power generators, now were in the
way. Judy's thighs angled sharply upward. Her knees pressed against
the dash.

But this created a situation Alex enjoyed immensely! A new, solid
white micro-skirt Alex begged her to wear after he bought it, crept
all the way up her endless legs. With no undies, her tempting
crotch and big thighs were right there. During almost the entire
way home, Alex's right hand was either in Judy's crotch feeling her
vagina, or rubbing her left leg. Usually his hand was on top of her
leg, but sometimes it ventured between her legs. Usually a visit
to her genital followed.

Judy, having taken this for two hours, began to giggle and said,
"Hey! Pervert! You're gonna blister it!"
Alex's hand left her thigh... for a few seconds. Then it was right
back!



Alex bought the new outfit for Judy first thing upon arriving in
Walsenburg that day. He could not wait to see her wear it. She
resisted at first, considering it too much a "white-society" thing
to wear.

But Judy's desire to please Alex plus Alex showed her the "Made In
France" label convinced her to wear it. Alex reminded Judy the
French had nothing to do with the crimes against Native Americans.
AND he reminded her, that "white society establishment" ITSELF does
not particularly care for these skimpy skirts!

Even when standing normally, the lower-edge of that clingy "micro"-
skirt is a mere two inches below crotch level. And Judy wore no
undies. A seated person could... see up "there"!
And even a slight spread-legged stance would cause the skirt to
"creep" up, to where its lower edge is flush with crotch level.

Way over the skirt, across an expanse of hard, tanned tummy, was
her thin, clingy top, also white. A mere band of stretchable cloth
actually, the presence of her big breasts held it up. Her nipples
showed clearly through.



While visiting Alex's friend, Judy was obliged to do another
"muscle show"!

Alex's friend and family had never seen Judy before. With her
outfit revealing so much of her magnificent body of dark tan and
muscles, a "show" was inevitable.

Ooos, Aahhs and a lot of gasping took place when Judy struck a few
"muscle-poses" in that outfit. The Children of Alex's friend just
had to feel Judy's biceps. Their little hands could not even go
around a quarter of her arm's circumference.



So it was from all these light-hearted activities that Judy and
Alex were returning from.

It was mid afternoon of a Saturday. They stopped at a small
restaurant that Alex had used a couple times before by himself.

A small place, it was probably a bar at night. But it had been okay
before, during the day. There were no drunks or un-savory people.
Alex thought it would be okay this time as well.

The view was nice. The restaurant sat on the side of a high
mountain pass. Not on the crest of the pass, it was high enough to
provide a splendid view of the low ground to the west. Alex
wondered how they had enough business way out here, so far from any
town. But being the ONLY eating-place on this road, perhaps
travelers were its main source of business.

Alex had dressed in somewhat "nicer" clothes for visiting his
friend, but he still had a hippie appearance with that shoulder-
length hair and Indian head-band. When he and his micro-skirted
giant Amazon Lady walked into the place, naturally heads turned.
Most folks observed with passing interest the slender, lithe Alex
in the shadow of a skimpy dressed, dark-skinned muscle-woman. There
were not that many people there anyway, but the few there took a
good look at that Amazon wonder.

With each step Judy took, the old wood floor of the place creaked
and shuddered. Her thigh muscles rippled with power, now
restrained, with each step.

Alex noticed nothing out of place when he and Judy came in, and
when he went to the counter to order their meal. Judy sat, while
Alex did the ordering and brought the meal. There were no servers
at this time of day.

So there Alex and Judy sat, quietly actually, eating when three
white males with brains composed of fecal-matter came up with
intentions none too friendly. They emerged from the "ambience" of
other people there. Or perhaps they crawled out from under
something, but anyway...

They sauntered up to Alex's and Judy's booth. One of them even drew
up a chair from another table and sat. His face had a smirk of a
grin.  

No telling what inspired the three to mess with Judy and Alex. All
three were white in race, perhaps mid to older twenties in age.
Perhaps it was the big woman with a smaller guy, or perhaps because
she was American Indian, or maybe both.

Each of all three of them were heavier than Alex, but not in that
good of shape. Although large, they possessed nothing in particular
in a "muscle-look". They all had moderate "beer" or whatever
bellies. Judy Strong-Girl was superior to them physically. Taller
and heavier, her muscles exceeded theirs.

However, they seemed to show no fear of this Amazon. The tendency
of this society is to assume a woman will be no threat physically,
despite conflicting visual clues.

Apparently, the three had noticed Alex ordering and bringing the
meal while Judy sat.
With a definite smell of alcohol on his breath, the one that seated
himself at their table huffed out, "SO! Pocerhontas here has her
a white-slave, eh?"

Never mind he mispronounced "Pocahontas". Why did they even start
up in first dam place Alex thought!

But before Alex could think much else, Judy responded, quick and
hard!
With the glare of an angered cougar, Judy warned, "Look you
putrefying piece of pale-face crap, SHIT-UP AND GET OUT OF HERE!
And take these turds with you!"
"Shaddup, injun! I wasn't talking to you! I was addressing girly-
boy here!"
While Judy boiled, he continued to Alex, "You better quiet your DOG
here, or we'll hafta tie it to a post outside."

Alex was never any good at responding quickly and effectively to
situations like this. But Judy, with her short fuse when it comes
to slurs against Native Americans from Whites, did the responding
for him...

Alex saw only a blur - something tanned zoomed by his face and into
the face of the seated thug - before Alex or the seated fellow knew
what happened, a fist smashed into the seated thug's face,
propelling him backward out of the chair and even airborne for a
short ways... until the back of his head crashed into a neighboring
table.
The force of it shifted the table and knocked over its napkin,
catsup and mustard dispensers. The fellow jerked and had a short
seizure on the floor then went limp, unconscious.

The other two, the "buddies" one would guess, of the one on the
floor, lunged toward Judy, still seated. Glaring like deranged
madmen, the one closest to Judy growled, "INJUN BITCH! You wanna
rumble like a man? TAKE THIS!"
His fist, already drawn back, shot towards Judy's face. But his
fist was caught in mid-air at the wrist by the iron grip of Judy's
own hand which had flashed out like a rattle-snake strike to
intercept - he attempted to punch with his other fist but that one
was likewise intercepted. Judy stood up fast and gruff holding
tight to the thug's wrists, braced herself against the booth's
seat-back, and with one leg, slammed her foot into the belly of the
fool who found himself snared in Judy's maw.

With quadriceps capable of jacking up cars energizing the kick, all
that was heard from the thug was "Hoowwff!" as he flew 15 feet,
glanced off an opposite booth-back, sailed another 20 feet somewhat
upward and slammed into the wall. The thug bounced off the wall and
fell on a table below. The table turned over, dumping him and the
table's utensils all around.

The thug suffered a jerky seizure, then went limp with blood coming
forth from cuts on his face and other areas on his person.

By this time, it was a show!

The other people were standing or approaching, to see the action.
Some people were hiding or running out the door!
A worried looking fellow came running up. The last thug, face to
face with an enraged Judy, backed away from the scene... and from
HER!
Judy was ready to kill... and COULD kill! She screamed, "ROTTEN
FILTHY SHIT-HEAD!!! MAY YOU AND YOUR OTHER SHIT-HEADS GO TO HELL!!!
I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T LEAVE MY SIGHT!!!"
The thug backed away as Judy approached. He shouted to that
gentleman that just approached, "Call the Police, she's a maniac!
She'll kill us all!"
"Look, if I call the Police, it will be to have you and those other
two dunces thrown out. Too many times you three have caused trouble
and now you finally got yours. This establishment is no longer open
to you! GET OUT! Or I WILL call the Police on YOU!"

Definitely fearing for his safety, the thug backed away Judy. She
was calming down but still dangerous. She glared at him - raw, vile
hatred and contempt, fresh from the bowels of hell, poured through
Judy and towards the despised trouble-maker.

The thug headed out the door with parting words, "Injun-lovers!
What's the world comin' to!? The white race is doomed!"

He left, entered a beat up car and drove off. Apparently, he had
no concern at all for, presumably, his beaten buddies. They still
lay, unconscious, mauled by a crossed Amazon.

The gentleman, apparently the Owner of the restaurant, apologized,
"I'm sorry about this! Please, no law suits, no Police. Maybe you
go now, in case that fool brings more buddies or something. If HE
calls the Police, I'll point them the other way! Nobody's calling
the Police from here. No phones! Has to be done by radio! And the
radio's mine! Locked in the office! You go in peace and your meal's
on the house."

Judy recognized a good and fair fellow when she saw one. Be he
White, Black OR American Indian, she appreciates a kind and fair
heart.

Judy offered, "You want us to clean up? Pay for damage?"
"No no no! There's no appreciable damage, just a mess. I'll take
care of it. You better go in case that piece of... of..." the
Restauranteur did not want to cuss. He continued, "before that
lunk-head comes back with buddies. Lord forgive me for my thoughts,
but I hope he falls off that hair-pin curve down there a ways. That
old car of his just might do it!"

Alex by this time, was a frozen mess. Totally surprised, he almost
could not think at all. He recovered just enough to take in the
present situation and finally venture out, "What about those two?
Don't they need an ambulance or something..."
"They need the GARBAGE-TRUCK!" grumbled the Restaurant owner. "That
one's coming to I think. I make him take it's - I say IT'S buddy
out. You better leave now. I'll pack your meal to go!"

Finally calmed, Judy Strong-Girl took a look at Alex... he appeared
dazed. She wondered why he would be so delicate in a situation like
this but she took pity on him. Concerned for him, she grabbed his
hand. "Come on Alex, let's go." She led him out the door.
"I'll bring you meal out!" reminded the Restaurant owner.

The tall, tanned muscle-Lady with white micro-skirt creeping up her
legs from the action and now her big strides as she left, led her
gentle "flower-child" out and to the car.

Alex sat at the driver's seat as usual while Judy went to work at
squirming herself in. By the time she settled in, the Restauranteur
came out with the meal boxed.
"Please accept my apologies!" he said to Alex and Judy one more
time. "Give this a couple weeks to blow over. Then come again!"

Alex and Judy were then alone. Judy asked, "Alex! Are you okay? Can
you drive? I'd drive but I don't have a license..."
"Yes, I'm okay. Boy, that's something! You're like... like...
Wonder Woman! Man! Wow, like..."
"Okay, okay! Let's just go, okay?" Judy said as she rubbed and
scratched his back. Alex found having his back scratched very
soothing.
She continued, "Just think about, when we get back home, I'll get
naked, and you can explore my body, and fuck on me, and I'll hold
you in my grip and work your luscious body over and molest you REAL
good!"

THAT did it! With steam issuing from Alex's nostrils and ears, he
drove himself and Judy Strong-Girl home!