Oriel, part 2
by Joe Rathbun
- ALMOST A YEAR LATER -    ORIEL'S EARLY DAYS
           UTE INDIAN RESERVATION, HIPPIE FATHER ALEX

With long locks of sandy-blond hair about his shoulders, shirtless
and only wearing one of the skimpy denim shorts he always does,
Alex, by now generally referred to as a hippie by folks in these
parts, whiled away a few spare moments blowing on an authentic
American Indian flute. He was experimenting to see just what kind
of music, if any, he could get out of it. The flute was a gift for
his birthday of April 19 which was just a few days ago, from his
buddy, Strong Eagle. Maybe he wasn't producing much in the way of
a composition, but he managed a pretty stanza or two from time to
time. Anyway, it sure was nice having yet another sample of true
American handiwork, made by the hands of a people that are as much
a timeless part of the land as are the karst, rugged mountains and
buttes in the background.

Then Alex heard the sound of hoofs galloping up out side. He looked
out the window of the simple dwelling he lived in and across dry
ground strewn with sage-brush, clumps of cactus, short, dry looking
grass and otherwise, hot, dry ground. Riding tall on bare horse
back was the pretty Indian girl, Soo Yan-O. Another horse without
a rider followed.

"Picnic time with my favorite Indian daughter again!" thought Alex
to himself. "She brought a mount for me, so it's going to be a
major outing, I see."
Delighted, Alex carefully put his flute away and grabbed a shawl,
also made by American Indians, the Utes, specifically, and put it
about his not-real-broad but lean, square shoulders. The south-west
Colorado sun in April is fierce, even to the Indians, and Alex was
a White man. So he definitely needed the protection the shawl plus
his straw hat provided. Soo Yan-O, whom he nick-named Oriel, wore
a shawl about her shoulders as well.

Always happy to see her, Alex quickly exited the back-door of his
cabin and walked quickly to meet her. Soo Yan-O considered him to
be her Father completely now; she had no other.

"Hi Daddy," called out her sparkling voice, "Let's go to
Ghost-Shrimp Pond! That big rain a couple days ago put water in
it, and the shrimp are there! And I wanted to ask you some things."
"Okay, Oriel, let me get mounted here then ask away!"

Alex clambered clumsily onto the handsome, solid horse un-equipped
with saddle. The steed will take him with Oriel to Ghost Shrimp
Pond. The pond, which is usually dry, is close to the foot of a
cliff. Occasional desert rains, that always come with a vengeance,
fill the pond. Mysteriously, shrimp appear.

Biologists say the shrimp eggs lay dormant in dryness until the
lake fills. Then they have a brief but wild breeding session, then
lay more eggs which will become dry too, when the water evaporates
in a few days. Again, they will wait, sometimes 10 years, for the
next coming of water.

With Alex situated on his horse, they set out across that dry
terrain. Soo Yan-O directed her horse by pulls on her mane out
towards Ghost Shrimp Pond, a few miles away. Alex's horse knew to
just follow along. They didn't push the horses in this hot sun.
They just allowed them to walk along taking it easy. NO hurry,
riding was part of the fun anyway.

Alex asked, "Well Oriel, so you have a few questions for me. But
before you ask, let me ask MY one and only question that I
always...
Soo Yan-O interrupted, "No, Mom still hasn't decided to Marry you
yet." Spoken with disappointment in her voice, she continued in a
chipper tone, "But I'm working on it!"
"Ah shucks. Oh well, at least I can ride out anytime to your
village and see you and her. I sure wish she'd make up her mind,
but I understand her reasons for her indecision."
"You mean that stupid stuff about her pure blood babies? Why is
that so important to her? Look at me, I'm half American Indian, one
quarter Korean, and one quarter French, at least according to Mom,
and I'm okay. In fact, I'm bigger and stronger than any other kids
my age! The other kids use to tease me, calling me 'orange', you
know, the color that would come out if you mixed yellow, Korean,
and Red, American Indian together. Well after I gave out some of
another color, black, black eyes that is, and some bloody noses,
all they call me now is MA'AM!"

Indeed! At 12 years of age, Soo Yan-O was already the size and
weight of a small grown woman at 5-foot-2 and 110 pounds. When the
children on the Reservation came to realize she was not full blood
Indian, some racially oriented teasing came forth from a few of
them. But large stature, toughness and a nasty temper quickly put
such teasing down, for good. Now she was respected by her piers for
strength and endurance.

Soo Yan-O was also known for some artistic skill. She was learning
the pottery making and cloth weaving skills of the Utes, one of a
number of American Indian nations or tribes in that area of the
United States. Just south of the Colorado border was New Mexico
with the big Pueblo Reservation and Navajo Reservation, among
others.

"Your Mother is concerned that the full blood Indian population
may die out. So many Indians have been massacred by Spaniards and,
(!SIGH!), some of my own 'out-standing' fellow members of the White
race in the past, as well as die in droves from foreign illnesses
that they brought, 'till the Indian population IS quite reduced
from what it was! Your Mother wishes to have babies conceived of...
uh... uh... of relations with full-bloods so they will reinforce
the numbers of full blood Indians. But her Love of... well, I don't
want to be presumptuous... her APPARENT love for ME prevents her
from committing to marriage or what ever with a full-blood Ute
Man."
"Oh I wish she'd forget about that stuff. I'd like you to be my
Daddy and have brothers or sisters from you! And she DOES LOVE you,
I can tell. Always talks about you, always happy to see you come,
likes to come here herself... she would've come today but as usual,
too busy. She wants you to join her and me tomorrow to gather
shrimp from Ghost shrimp Pond. They're good to eat!"
"Well, thanks for those encouraging words. Maybe someday we'll be
together. And I can't wait for that you said tomorrow!"

Several seconds of silence passed while they rode, clip-clopping
along, atop their horses, across the desert. Alex was absorbing
and pondering the rugged beauty of the desert when suddenly, Soo
Yan-O broke the silence with her chipper little voice.

But what Soo Yan-O said shocked the begeebers out of Alex!

"I know! Why don't you get your pee-pee worked on by a Doctor so
you can't make babies, then marry Mom! You and Mom can fuck and
love all you want, and you won't have half-blood babies! Then Mom
can fuck with Indian guys, get babies that will be full blood, then
you all raise them! And I'd love to have the brothers and sisters!"
"Good Lord have mercy, where did you pick that stuff up!?"
"Oh, I just heard about it around, from other kids!"
"My, my! Well, we... uh... can't um... for various reasons... uh...
can't do it EXACTLY like that... or... well, we might could do
SOMETHING like that... I HAVE mentioned the... um... surgery you
indicated to Mom, but she doesn't want me to harm myself. Also
don't use that word 'fuck'! Use 'love'. 'Love' can mean true-love
or sex-love. That word 'fuck' is a cuss-word."
"But the other kids say it..."
"Well, they shouldn't. Just try to avoid using that word."
"Okay, Daddy."

As they rode along, Alex took in the scenery and admired that
sprite little gal that considered him her "Daddy". Her hair was
braided like other Indian Ladies. Although basically black, her
hair had a lovely dark, reddish-brown sheen to it in the sunlight.
A red, cloth head-band, and red bow-ties in the ends of her braids
matched her hair color well. In lesser lighting, her hair appeared
black.

Growing up fast physically, she had a well built figure. Already
she had broad shoulders and shapely hips. She was dressed only in
the shawl and very brief, old, denim short-shorts. The fly of her
short-shorts was forever coming open because there was no top
button to hold them closed. She often had to zip it back up. She
used no underwear at all. Her shawl barely covered her already
developing breasts. She took the shawl off after they arrived at
the pond with the shrimp. She had that lovely bronze-tan or reddish
tan of American Indians.

Alex admired the color of American Indians and wished he too could
be that color. But then he would have had to contend with the
accompanying racism.

"So, what did you want to ask me?" Alex asked in his gentle voice.

"Oh! Well, I was talking to Mom about stuff, mostly about marrying
you. Anyway, I asked how she came to know of you. She said after
the Indians accepted you as their friend and invited you to come
then she saw you. But I don't understand what it was that made them
your friend. Mom said you gave your land to them?"
"Oh yeah, that! When I decided to leave that rat-race mess in the
Washington DC area, I traveled west... well, so on and so on... to
make a long story short, I found this quiet bit of land here. But
it was disputed land. Although title research showed the land
clear, it did NOT show the land was supposed to be part of the
Southern Ute Reservation."

As Alex and Soo clopped along on their horses, their bodies gently
being rocked side to side by the horses' gait, Soo Yan-O was
wide-eyed with interest.

"So I thought of a deal. Knowing that to get their land back they
would have to go through endless court battles, I decided to make
it easy for them. After my property back in Virginia sold and I had
the money to pay off the loan for the land, I just GAVE it to them,
for the return of letting me live here in peace. Also I told them
I agree to them using the land, right up to my door way if
necessary, for grazing or farming."
"You GAVE it to them? Just like that, after you paid for it?"
"Oh, it was not that much. My house in Virginia fetched me a lot
of money when it sold and only a small portion of it went to paying
off my hundred-some acres. Anyway, after that, the Southern Ute
Reservation had their land back. And there wasn't a soul that could
do anything about it. The land belonged to Ute Indians, period.
That was almost a year ago."
"Is that when you and Mom became friends?"
"Soon after that. They apparently appreciated me 'short-circuiting'
the Whites' land dispute, thereby avoiding the inevitable legal
battles that normally would have come. So I guess they liked me
after that, and a few days later invited me to a dinner and a party
in the Ute Reservation, in your village."

Alex looked off, while he remembered the first sight of Judy
Strong-Girl, Soo Yan-O's Mother and Soo Yan-O herself.....

Judy Strong-Girl, given the Indian name "Strong-Girl" for her size
and strength, was one of a line of big Utes. Judy Strong-Girl, at
just over six feet tall at 180 pounds has a well muscled,
large-boned body-build. She is trim and athletic. She is stronger
than many men.

"And that's when your Mom sought me out, and as soon as I laid eyes
on her and experienced her beauty and her warm vibes... Oh, man!
I was trapped forever..."

He wandered off in his mind, awash in infatuation and Love of Judy
Strong-Girl. Soo Yan-O could see this, despite her being only
twelve.

"Well don't worry! I know Mom Loves you and I'm gonna keep bugging
her 'till she Marries you!"

They arrived at the pond at the foot of the cliff and had a very
serene picnic. And, indeed, the waters of the pond were alive with
thousands of shrimp swimming furiously around, bumping into one
another in their crowded, temporary world.

The pond was at the foot of the north side of a high cliff, part
of a butte. Just between the pond and the cliff was an excellent
site for a picnic, since the cliff shaded it most of the day.

Late in the afternoon, Soo Yan-O and Alex returned to Alex's house.
She left, leading the horse he rode with her horse. She reminded
him of the shrimp gathering tomorrow. Alex said, "You don't have
to go out of your way here to pick me up. I'll ride there on my
mountain bicycle."
"Won't that be hot?"
"Oh, on a good, fat-tired mountain bicycle, not as hot as you
think."
"Well, better wear your tiniest bikini, you know, like the ones
you said you used to dance in for women."
"Wow! My goodness Oriel, those Indian guys will laugh at me.
They're not accustomed to..."
"It'll be okay! Really! Mama will like that!"
"Well, I'll think about it."
"Wear it under your shorts. And when you and Mama get a chance by
yourselves, take 'em off! She'll be spell-bound!"
"My goodness! From the mouth of babes!"
"Who you callin' a babe!? I'm not a babe! You do what I said, and
Mama will be yours! I KNOW her!"
"Okay, Oriel, I will!" Alex laughed.

With final greetings, Soo Yan-O left. Alex looked forward to being
by Judy's side the next day.



The next day came about, and by late morning, Alex was off on his
mountain bicycle pedaling quickly and easily across the sparse
land. He wore shorts, shawl and a straw hat. Hoping for any
possible opportunity that might happen along, he took up Oriel's
suggestion and indeed, wore a male-dancer's thong as underwear.

As he approached the area of the pond, that butte even now looming
in the distance ahead, he expected a crowd. He assumed there would
be many of the Utes, baskets in hand, gathering shrimp. He assumed
there would be dozens of horses standing around and children
running to and fro.

But as he approached, the pond pulling into view, it seemed
deserted. Quiet. Where were the gatherers?

Alex drew still nearer, slowing his pedaling cadence some. Indians
are not big on clocks, and no one gave a specific time, but now,
almost noon or 11:30 by White man's clock, he thought the gatherers
would surely be here by now.

He pulled all the way up to the pond, and on to the dry land
between the pond and the foot of the lofty butte. He dismounted
the bicycle and continued on foot since the many rocks made using
the bicycle impossible. Nobody at all. Alex felt disappointed, he
so looked forward to Judy Strong-Girl's warm companionship and
pretty smile.

Then he heard a noise - turned to look - WOW!

She stepped out from behind some stones. There, standing just over
six feet tall, decorated in her own bronze-tan skin, flowing black
hair, and a gleaming red patch of cloth centered on her crotch held
up only by black strings, was The Judy Strong Girl! She was topless
as well. No shirt, no blouse, no bras, no anything! Large, well
formed breasts with big nipples jutted out into the air!

Big as well as tall, Judy Strong-Girl was well formed. And well
NAMED! Shapely with muscle, Judy's 180 pounds easily out-weighed
Alex, a slender 165 pounds. And now, near naked like this, her
muscles were obvious. Particularly notable was her hard tummy,
bumpy with muscles like an old fashioned wash-board.

Writhing sinews could be seen in her hips, and her sculpted butt
owed its shape entirely to the big muscles in its make-up. And big,
long legs had hard, steel-cable like muscle that rippled powerfully
each time she took a step.

But this big, bronze beauty of an Amazon was a bit bashful from her
extreme attire. Her head bowed and turned a way a bit, she looked
at him with shy eyes through a veil of her own black hair.

She hesitated, then slowly walked to him then stopped in front of
him a few feet away. She shook her head back, flinging her hair
out of her face. Looking up now, she faced him eye to eye,
naturaly, since they were both almost the same height.

She giggled... then she said, "This was Soo Yan-O's idea. Do you
like?"
"WOW WEE! DO I EVER! So THAT'S why she told me to wear... may I
join you? In attire that is... underneath these clothes is a..."
"Sure, go ahead, she told me you would be wearing your bikini...
I came to see..."

Alex stripped all he had down to the male dancer's attire, a white
thong bikini. Now JUDY was enjoying HER view of a six foot,
slender, lean-muscled fellow, skin tanned golden by the south-west
Colorado sun. With free flowing waves of sandy blond hair about his
shoulders, blue eyes, and that stony, sculpted little tush, Judy
severely ached to feel him over!

Alex still did not know just what the Indians around here thought
of nudity, toplessness or scant dress styles. From what he read in
books and saw in paintings, the Indian of old may have not worried
about toplessness at all. But now, with the White man's
hypocritical ways, the Indians may not be so free thinking about
their attire anymore.

But no time for generalizations. Here was Judy, not an Indian, not
a White, not anything else but just... Judy. Apparently, SHE did
not mind letting the man she loved enjoy her form. After all, God,
be He White man's or the Indian's Great Spirit, designed her body
and gave it life. If Alex enjoyed gazing upon her body, that would
please her immensely. They were by themselves and... they were,
weren't they?

"Where's that conniving Soo Yan-O, you know, the one who planned
all this?" Alex asked jokingly.

Judy laughed, a pretty laugh, then said, "She drags me out here,
convincing me to do this, and I find this pond full of shrimp that
the folks in my town would love to get their hands on..."
"You mean she never told you about the shrimp here?"
"Not a word! Then she goes galloping off with my other clothes. I
was stuck out here dressed like this. I waited a long time for you.
I was about to get on my horse and ride out to your place. I had
no choice! I couldn't have ridden back to my town dressed in this!
That little scamp!"
"Sorry about making you wait. She indicated to me I'd be joining
you and many others for a shrimp gathering."
"That's okay. I know it was because of her manipulating. Actually,
I didn't mind waiting here. It's so nice here! And now, you make
it complete! And, I really kinda, sorta... well, like dressing this
way! I've never tried it before out here. I've had this... this...
g-string for a while now. I bought it on a whim one day in Durango
at a lingerie store. I was curious how I would look wearing it. I
used to try it on briefly at home, when nobody's around. This is
the first time I've worn it for this long or in the out-doors. OR
in front of a GUY! I like it! It makes me feel..."

Striking a bold, spread-legged pose with hips thrust to one side
imparting a sensuous "S" curve to her body, she stretched her arms
behind her, hands behind her head, then picked up and flung her
long black hair by raising her hands into the air... "It makes me
feel so FREE!"
"It also makes you look so GOOD! WOW! I didn't know there was such
a body under those Indian clothes you usually wear! Your naughty
little Soo Yan-O wanted us alone... and both of us lustfully
dressed. And I have to admit, I enjoy the idea."
"Yes, yes! So do I! I guess I know the source of that rascal's sexy
ideas! And you're looking at her!"

Indeed, Alex was not alone in excitement. Judy was enjoying this
too! Judy gazed at him steadily. Her eyes penetrated Alex's mind,
almost putting him into a trance. She stepped up to him, and
slipped her arms around his slim, lean waist. Her vagina ached for
his entry. Her hands felt of his back, then moved down to the buns
of his butt. He felt so nice and hard, all over. As she felt his
arms go around her, she felt so warm... She whispered, "Yes! I AM
enjoying the idea too... Mmmm!..."

Alex's thong looked like somebody put a big rod in there. With both
he and her the same height, the hump in his thong bumped right into
her little red patch... which was soaked!

Judy, unaware of her now heavy panting, said breathlessly, "Oohh!
I just can't help it. Maybe I'm not a proper Indian, but I just
gotta screw with you, OH! I want you inside me! I want you to gush
inside me! Go ahead, take it off, drill my pussy like you never
drilled before... OOHHH!..."

Her hands shaking, she fumbled for the ends of the bow-ties in the
black strings of her g-string, on either side of her firm, dark
hips. A single pull by both hands on either side, and the strings
came fluttering down... but not the g-string patch itself. It stuck
on her vagina from being so wet. She flicked it off. Her ravenous
genital waited eagerly to be filled by Alex's hardened penis.

His penis was so large, it hooked into his thong just under the top
elastic. He almost could not pull the elastic high enough to clear
the tip of his penis.

Judy helped. "Here! Undo these!"

On either side of Alex's lean waist, the high arching straps of
this thong had brass clips that could be decoupled with a twist.
He had forgotten them in his hot, passionate hunger he now felt for
Judy. He wanted in her so bad, but that thong was frustrating his
efforts until she helped. Judy herself twisted the brass clips,
pulled the thong off his hard body, and flung it away.

"OOOHHH! HURRY! SHOVE it in HARD and DON'T WORRY ABOUT HURTING ME,
I CAN TAKE IT!"

Judy used her fingers to guide that big piece of Alex in. It was
a tight fit, he had to give it a good push. His penis went in, and
Judy's warmth and Love went out, filling Alex with the nearest
thing to heaven this Earth has to offer. And she most assuredly
received same from him. Their copulated genitals formed a two way
highway for shipments of Love and gratifying, heavenly warmth.

And that was it! No turning back now! Their genitals had control
over the situation. Penis and vagina each commanded their
respective bodies what to do.

Leaving their hot sexual fun, we ascend upward, up along the length
of the butte. Up, up, up, we clear the edge... and who should be
up there checking on them... none other than that conniving, lusty
girl of twelve years herself, Soo Yan-O!

On her hands and knees, she carefully peered over the cliff. After
seeing that Judy and Alex were into it, never to return, Soo Yan-O
backed away from the cliff, stood up and began to walk to her horse
whom she tied a safe distance from the cliff. She paused when she
heard the wailing of a man and screams of a woman. Orgasm number
one was bowling its way through both their bodies. "Uh-huh! That's
music to my ears!"

She completed the walk to her horse. She untied the horse and
petting her muzzle, said, "Well Thunder, looks like you and I may
have a new home! And little kiddies born of my Mom and my Dad for
your back; sisters or brothers for me!"

Was it her imagination, or did Thunder, her horse, nod her head up
and down once as if to say "yes" in agreement? "Nah, horses are
always doing their heads like that!" she thought.
As she led Thunder away, she nodded her head like that again and
whined just a little when, again, they both heard the sound come
up from 
below... Judy and Alex were already in their second orgasm, wailing
from the ecstacy of sexual pleasure!



After an entire afternoon of heaven, enveloped in each other's
honey, they noticed the evening reds and oranges.....

"We better be getting home!" Alex said, getting up to his feet.

"Yes, we better. Let's go. I'll get my horse and you lead."
"Are you coming home with me?"
"OF COURSE! Where else? No other choice is possible! Not anymore!
Don't you want Judy-Girl to go home with you and..."
"OH! JUDY! You don't KNOW how HAPPY that makes me..."
"Yes I do! For the same reason as you!"

Judy looks at him with an inviting smile, at last an acceptance and
answer to Alex's Love and need for her. She gazes into his eyes and
seems to be pondering... then comments, "I do not know why you seem
to have rejected your own White race... other than the reasons I
would give... the usual Indian reasons... but that makes you so
alone! You're a man without a culture, or a race..." she continued
in a whisper, as if intended as a comment only for herself, "...and
so vulnerable... some bitch might lure you into her..."

Then Judy smiled big at him and says, "You also need someone to
look after you! And who better than I, the Ute Tribe's Sasquatch
Ape Lady, the Muscle Woman of the Ute village. That's what they
call me! Hah-hah-hah!"

Judy looks Alex up and down a couple times as if surveying him.
She notes his unsure manner, and realizes she is going to have to
spell it out. She says, "I LOVE YOU, ALEX! This here Ute Indian
Lady LOVES you! I wanna live with you, protect you, feed you a
little better... you're a sexy sight but you COULD use a LITTLE
more meat on those bones... Come here! Let me consummate what I
said with a hug, then I want you to lead me to your... no, OUR
home!"

"Oh man! Judy..." ... Alex steps up to a waiting Judy. She pulls
him into her arms up tight against her bosom for a long, drawn out,
passionate hug before heading back to what WAS his place, now
considered, THEIR place.



With Alex on bicycle leading Judy Strong-Girl on her horse, they
traveled back to Alex's place. They had only put on their skimpy
clothes; Alex's white thong and Judy's red g-string; more sexual
excitement was coming up!



When they arrived at his cabin, the evening reds and oranges were
just about gone, leaving the desert dark for the night. As they
entered, Alex switched on the light. With the wood walls and a
light-bulb apparently of low wattage, the interior was warmly and
romantically lit with a soft, amber-colored light, not unlike
candle-light.

As Alex and Judy both, bumping into one another in the cramped
kitchen-corner, prepared supper, they talked of this and that. Both
their skins were colored funny by the small, circular florescent
tube Alex had to light the kitchen area. Despite the queer light,
Judy's skin was still a lovely reddish-tan. At one point, Judy
looked around at the place that was going to be her new home.

"So finally I'm gonna live in this house powered by the sun!"
"That's right. Through those panel-looking things outside, we are
'plugged into' the sun! Those are solar photo-voltaics. Some people
simply call them 'sun-batteries'. When I checked with the Electric
Power Company, they wanted 35,000 dollars to string wires out here!
But for 8000 dollars, I set up my own solar power system. The
photo-voltaics, the batteries... it's all a 12 volt, direct-
current system. That's why the crummy lighting, I have to go easy
on the electricity. This entire house is 12 volts of direct
current. All the bulbs, except this florescent-job here, are
automobile brake and tail-light bulbs! My stereo is a car-stereo.
And that's the electric part.
From my house in Virginia I brought the parts of the thermal solar
hot water system, for my hot water. I cook and heat with bottled
gas. Every week there is a truck that comes and recharges my gas
tank. Another truck brings me bottles of water. It will cost 28,000
dollars to put in a water well... the water table is 2000 feet
down, typical for a desert or semi-arid; that's another thing I
neglected to consider. And my telephone is that mobile-radio-
telephone set over there... and that ham radio set!"
"My gosh! You really had to do some engineering to make this place
work! And spend a bit of money!"
"Hmm, yeah. But I still have not solved the problem of my data
communications. Since there are no telephone lines out here, my
actual File Server main-frame computer and the modulating and
demodulating devices that it uses to communicate over phone lines
to other computers still has to reside in a dark corner of the
basement of my friend's house in Walsenburg, 150 miles from
here..... I pay him 30 dollars a month for the space plus another
monthly payment for the 800 number-line into the computer. It's a
lot of trouble, but it's worth it. Since all business is conducted
via communications of computer data, telephone or by mail, I can
live any where I want."
"All of that so you can live here. Close to us Indians! And in
country so peaceful!"
"Yeah," he laughed, "I chose to live here and ended up with more
worries than I had when I was in that 'rat-race' in Washington DC.
I was inexperienced with the way things are out west. I bought this
land BEFORE I knew there was no power-lines, BEFORE I knew there
was no telephone lines, BEFORE I knew it would cost 28000 dollars
for a well, and most of all, BEFORE I knew this was disputed Indian
land!"
"My, my!" Judy laughed, a chipper, pretty laugh, "You HAVE been
through a bit, haven't you?!"
"Oh well, after over a year out here, I have most problems worked
out by now. And it was ALL worth it, for it allowed me to meet
YOU!"
Judy grinned big, approached Alex and drew him close; they gently
kissed, her moist, supple lips to his.....



After thoroughly exhausting themselves with sex that night, Judy
and Alex slept deeply.

Sometime around early morning with the sky colored by the deep
blues of dawn, Alex stirs from a dream. Something heavy and warm
on his chest startles him, but, oh yes! Judy! Still buck naked and
no covers over her, Judy's body acted as a blanket for Alex,
protecting him from the chilly morning desert air drafting through
the window. It did not effect her. With her head on his chest,
along with a bit of rolled up cloth as a pillow, Judy slept
contentedly. It was his first night where a woman slept the entire
night at his place. He stroked her tasseled black hair, lightly
caressed her soft, brown cheek. He lightly rubbed her broad,
dark-tanned back; it felt LARGE, SOLID and STRONG, with the skin
feeling a bit leathery. And being partially on top of his body, he
felt that 180 pounds of hers! NOT a light-weight! "A truly tough
and rugged Woman!" Alex thought, admiring her.

She's so cute like this, he felt. She needed that rolled cloth that
she used as a pillow; Alex's chest was too hard to be used as a
pillow! As his mind cleared, he realized one of her big, shapely
legs was over his body. She apparently fell asleep, straddled over
him. Her legs were spread in such a way that her vagina rested on
the side of his hip. So warm, so soothing! Alex merely drifted back
off to sleep, not wanting to disturb this nice situation any sooner
than necessary!



The sound of a galloping set of hooves woke them up. Judy lifted
her head up off Alex's chest and looked out the window. Sure enough
it was Soo Yan-O on her dependable steed. Outside was fully bright
with late morning sun. It was already baking hot.

"I hope that imp's bringing my clothes back! Leaving me out there,
almost naked! What a devious plan! But I'm going to THANK her for
it!"

Smiling and delighted, Judy got off the bed and strung the tiny,
red g-string back on. That WAS INDEED her only clothes here. Alex
began to get up too, "I like the way your daughter's mind works!"
Judy responded, "I'm sure you do, you pervert..." and gave Alex a
wet peck on his cheek.

Alex dressed his usual hippie way in cut-off denim shorts only, no
shirt, no shoes, while he combed out his long, sandy-blond hair.

Soo Yan-O got off her horse and approached the back door. She only
had on those skimpy, denim short-shorts and nothing on top but the
shawl. And the shawl came off once she entered the house leaving
her topless. So the three of them were quite casually dressed to
stay cool and comfortable, logical for this climate.
Soo Yan-O boldly asked her Mother, "Any action last night, Mom?"
"None of your business young lady!"
"Any babies on the way?"
"You devious little imp!... Well, maybe... And, Soo, thanks! From
both Alex and I!"
Alex held his thumb out, gesturing approval, nodded and smiled.



Indeed, Soo Yan-O had her new home. The three of them lived,
crowded perhaps but happily in his house of no distinct rooms. That
libidinous Judy Strong-Girl loved her new-found dressing-
freedom... or should say UN-dressing freedom. She quickly formed
the habit of just leaving clothes off. Judy was nude unless Ute
Indian relatives or friends came calling. Needles to say, Alex
loved Judy's new "dressing" style! Soo Yan-O followed her Mother's
example as well, tossing all clothing except for when relatives or
friends visit.

Judy seemed not able to get enough sex. Every night, Soo Yan-O was
"entertained" by Alex and her Mother's sexual activities. Her bed
was only across the cabin from Alex's and Judy's. It was a song to
her ears but it also made herself burn for sex.
Often, half asleep anyway and not knowing clearly what she was
doing, Soo Yan-O would let one leg drop to the floor thus pressing
her genital on the edge of her bed. Soo Yan-O then thrust away
until relief came.



Later, Judy Strong-Girl and Alex Married, American Indian style.
With a ceremony that is too elaborate for this account of Soo
Yan-O's story, Judy and Alex did all the proper things to be
married in the eyes of Ute Indians.

But not in the eyes of the White man.

Alex must have forgotten he is a White man. When his Indian buddy,
Strong Eagle pointed it out, Alex said, "Nah, just the ceremony is
different. In Judy Strong-Girl's heart and in my heart and in the
eyes of The Great Spirit, we ARE married..."
"But isn't there some legal thing you White people must go through,
to make your marriage legal by your system?" Strong Eagle asked.
"Hmm! Maybe so! Judy Strong-Girl and I will do it later..."

But between the bliss of being with his Love, Judy, and his
business keeping him busy, he forgot the legal part of it.



It was a group of those over-bearing, no fun, no sex, no nudity,
strict, (will not mention the religion's SPECIFIC name) humanoids,
some in their black, cover-everything attire, and in that hot
south-west Colorado sun, that came to their contented home one
unfortunate day. Perhaps thinking they are doing right, but
actually giving satan INVALUABLE assistance in breeding hardship,
hatred, and messed up lives, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Indians,
they came for Soo Yan-O.

Alex was in Walsenburg for supplies, to service his Server-
Computer, and to purchase and haul home in a U-Haul trailer, a big,
electronic organ for Soo Yan-O. It was a bit early, her birthday
was coming up in a few days. But he had to purchase the organ while
it was on sale.

The electronic organ, like Alex's TV and a few other devices, would
derive its electricity from his cabin's 120 volt, AC line, provided
by an inverter running off the cabin's primary 12 volt DC source.

Soo Yan-O discovered and played Alex's combo-organ from yesteryear,
when he was part of a Rock band. But the combo-organ was frayed and
worn out, some keys did not work. And it was generally
inappropriate for the type of music she was attempting.

By first listening to Alex's many records and tapes of pipe-organ
works of Bach, Percel, Juan and others, Soo Yan-O was managing to
adapt such compositions to her simplified style. Amazingly, she
was quite good! It really was entertaining to Judy and Alex to
listen to her evening performances! Her performances were
compromised mostly by the beat up instrument she was using. She
showed definite musical talent.

The new electronic organ was designed to serve as a pipe-organ in
situations where a real pipe-organ could not be used or afforded.
Even as Alex drove, the organ music of Bach was filling his car's
interior with the Toccata and Fugue in C-minor from a tape-player.

Slowing down, he carfully negotiated the turn into his drive-way
for the sake of that big instrument of music in the U-Haul trailer.
After turning into and driving down his home's long dirt drive-
way, his simple house pulled into sight. Alex couldn't wait to see
the bright face of Oriel delighted with her first sight of the
grand instrument.

But the 4300 dollars for the instrument turned out to be wasted,
and his happy mood misplaced, for when Alex returned, expecting his
beloved Oriel to come bounding out for a look at her new
instrument, he was greeted by his Indian Wife sobbing, and trying
to tell him what happened.....