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 Chapter Three
   Harvey Kopf had washed and dried his hands good before they sat down at
the round table in the hotel lobby, there were two more early poker games
going on already when they started.  Most folks knew Harvey Kopf well and
would never play him for big stakes, but they loved to see him tie in with
a stranger and use all his skills as a poker player on them and clean them
out.
   Harvey pulled the big gold pocket watch out of his vest and looked at
the time, 7:00.  He laid the watch on the table and broke open a new deck
of playing cards.
   They played back and forth for an hour or so, with Clete being up close
to two hundred dollars.  The crowd grew as the news of Mr.  Kopf playing
some rich kid from over at Rawlison Creek, near Rolla.
   The other poker games had stopped long ago now and men were gathered
around watching, they knew any minute now, Mr.  Harvey Kopf was going to
lay into this kid and take his hat and fancy Colt revolver even.
   "I'm afraid I'm on a good run here Mr.  Kopf, maybe we need to stop and
finish our friendly game another time when I come through, I've already
cleaned out your pocket money and your gold watch the railroad men gave you
when the railroad came through here," Clete was willing to stop, just as he
offered, if the man would be willing.  Clete knew the man would never take
that offer in front of his town's folks, though.
   "Nonsense Mr.  Hawkins.  If you'll allow me, I will get some more cash
from my safe and be right back, that is if you would give a gentleman
friend a chance to win his money back," Harvey Kopf felt like if he could
just get a few minutes break and get some fresh air, he could get a good
run going of his own, up the stakes and have this kid on his way out of
town before noon.
   "Yes Sir, Mr.  Kopf, I need to take a break myself, I'll see you back
here in, what ten minutes?" He asked as he looked at his fine new gold
watch.
   "Great, I will be here."
   The crowd all went out and breathed a few breaths of air, took a whiz
against the side of the hotel and wandered back in time to get a good place
to watch Mr.  Kopf take this kid down a few dollars.
   Harvey Kopf got all his available cash from his safe, another six
hundred dollars, he washed his hands and dried them on the expensive drying
towels, then he returned to the table and laid a new deck of cards out.
   Clete Hawkins came back in, wiping his hands on his pants leg and
smiling as he sat down.
   Mr.  Kopf took the wrapper off the new deck of cards and pulled the
jokers out, then shuffled the cards rapidly.  He laid the deck out for
Clete to cut, which his Pa had told him never to do, so he flicked his
fingers in a show of 'keep going'.
   Clete looked down at his new gold watch, it was now 10:30.
   By 12:00 noon he had cleaned out Mr.  Kopf's pocket money again, he had
written three checks which a boy had run over to the bank to cash before
the hand was over, just to show they were good.
   The last hand was coming down too close for Mr.  Harvey Kopf now and he
was sweating, his hands were sweating and he could feel his face red.
   He lost.
   "I have the deed to the hotel, free and clear, in the safe.  One more
hand Mr.  Hawkins, my hotel against what you have on the table."
   "No Sir Mr.  Kopf, your luck is on a bad run today, I can't take your
hotel."
   "Nonsense, give me a chance to take back my losses at least."
   "Mr.  Kopf I feel bad enough as it is.  Lets call it a day and I'll be
back one day soon and we'll play another game," Clete made sure the
onlookers saw and heard him beg the man to stop before he lost his hotel.
   "One hand Mr.  Hawkins, just one hand."
   "On one condition Mr.  Kopf, you sign a paper right here in front of
your friends and patrons that you and your family will run the hotel on my
payroll in my absence.  Run it on my behalf, just like you have done for
years, that is if I happen to win," That last remark got him.  The man felt
like Clete's luck had changed, he had said, 'if he happened to win'.
   A new deck was brought out, the deed was signed and the paper of
agreement was signed.
   "Deal'em Mr.  Kopf, it's your hotel."
   Harvey Kopf shuffled the cards for what seemed to some to be longer than
necessary, but finally he placed the deck in front of Clete to be cut. 
Clete flicked his fingers and Mr.  Kopf dealt the cards.
   Clete had one Ace and not much else.  He drew four cards.
   Harvey Kopf had three tens, he drew two cards, he had nothing to lose.
He got nothing on the draw, but he felt a cool breeze waft across the room
and knew he had as good a chance to win this hand and all his money as well
as his respect back.  He felt good as Clete looked at his one Ace.  He
peeped at the corner of each face down card, then he looked up at Mr. 
Kopf.
   Everyone behind Clete was trying to get low enough to see his face down
cards.  They couldn't see, though one man thought he saw a deuce.  He
looked at his friends and smiled a confident smile.  Mr.  Kopf caught the
slight smile and got his lungs full of air, then threw his cards down on
the table.
   Three tens, a seven and an eight.  A real good hand for a one hand game,
winner take all.
   Clete pushed up straight and leaned over the table, he laid his hand out
face up.  Two aces and three deuces.  Full House.
   The room cleared in less than an minute, when Mr.  Kopf felt sick at his
stomach and puked all over the fine wood floor.
   Clete picked up his saddlebags and raked all the winnings into them, he
took the deed to his hotel and stuck it in his coat pocket.
   Clete Hawkins walked down to the small courthouse and had the deed
processed and put in his name, he handed the signed agreement to the clerk
and the two witnesses he had brought with him swore to the legal paper.
   Clete saddled his wild-ass stud horse and rode quietly out of town.
   Clara and Edith Kopf were standing on the upper balcony looking down at
their new boss, The Kid from Rawlison Creek, as he rode north to Kansas
City.
   Clete felt good about his poker game, he had tried in earnest to get Mr.
Kopf to stop before he lost his hotel.  'Hell I didn't really want a hotel
anyway, I'd have taken his daughters though and left the hotel, if the man
would have put them up.  I know a man like him would rather have put his
daughters up than his hotel.  Well, I did make a lot of money and get some
real good pussy plus I own a hotel now.  Pretty good damn birthday present,
I wish Patty Ann was here, she'd shit.  I may send her word to come up here
and look after this damned hotel for me.'
   Clete saw two men hitching a team of mules to a freight wagon and
stopped to ask them where he could find a good hotel and some good cooked
food.
   "Kid, you just ride on into town a ways, you'll come to a big wide
street, take a left and you'll see the biggest hotel you ever laid eyes
on," One man told him with a wave of his hand.  The double hitch freight
wagon was loaded with lumber and building materials and took ten mules to
pull it.
   Wonder where they're headed with all that lumber.
   Clete rode on into town just like the man told him, he saw the widest
street he'd seen in his life and took a left.
   There it was, 'The Hotel Kansas City'.
   That's what the big sign board over the front said.  'The finest rooms,
the finest food and the finest women west of the Mississippi.' The sign
read.
   There was an old black man standing out front when Clete rode up to the
hitchin' rail and got off.  The man was dressed in a red, long tail coat, a
tall red hat and black pants stuffed down inside his tall shiny black boots
   "Yas'suh Boss, y'all gone stay wid us a while?"
   "I sure was plannin' on it, where can I keep my horse?"
   "Ah'll take this fine stud hoss roun' back to the liv'ry stable for
y'all.  He'll be took care of like he was speshul."
   "He is special my friend, see that he is fed, watered and rubbed down,"
Clete said as he pulled his saddlebags off his saddle, reached in his
pocket and gave the man a gold coin.
   "Yas'suh Boss." He smiled and was off, around the side of the hotel,
biting the gold coin to make sure it was real.
   'Now this is the life I was lookin' for.  I'd almost bet myself right
now that I can get some pussy here before bedtime.  First thing I need
though is some food, I ain't ate nothin' since breakfast.'
   "Yes Sir, young man, what can I do for you?" The man behind the desk
asked as he stepped up.
   "I reckon I'll be stayin' a night or two, I need a room," Clete smiled.
   "Yes Sir, will there be anyone meeting you later?" The man asked.
   "No Sir, I reckon not, I'm new to these parts."
   "Would you like a bath brought up to your room?"
   "You mean I can take a bath in my room?"
   "Yes Sir, for fifty cents more, we will have a maid bring you hot
water."
   "Tell her to bring it on then, where can a man get some new duds, I need
to get a change of clothes and have these washed out."
   "Right across the street, there is a haberdashery, you can find just
about anything you need, from the cowboy clothes to the New York
Gentleman's clothes."
   "I reckon I'd better stick with the ones like I got on.  Will they have
some of these?"
   "Yes sir, and when you get back, leave your dirty clothes in your room
and I will have the maid take them down to the laundry and wash them and
press them for you."
   "How much will all that cost me, all total."
   "Five dollars and fifty cents Sir."
   "I meant with two nights in the room too."
   "Yes Sir, that includes two nights."
   "What if I stay longer than two nights?"
   "Just come by and tell me, I will give you a special rate."
   "Yes Sir," Clete said as he handed the man five dollars and counted out
the fifty cents in nickels and dimes.
   Clete was shaking his head as he crossed the wide dirt street to the
men's store, whatever the man had called it.  He did see the picture of a
man's hat and knew that was it.
   Clete walked in the door and a small bell rang over his head, he jumped
and looked up to see it hanging there, he closed the door and opened it
again, three more times, to watch the little brass bell as it shook and
jingled.
   "Yes Sir, may I help you," A woman spoke from behind him.
   "Uh, yes Ma'am, I was wantin' to buy a couple of sets of clothes about
like what I got on, if you have them that is," Clete looked at the woman,
she was about his Ma's age and well built, her looks had stayed with her
even though she was about forty he reckoned.  She was as tall as he was and
she sure had some fine hips and some fine tits too.
   "Come with me, my husband will be with you shortly, I'll get my daughter
and she and I will measure you so my husband can fit you with new clothes."
   "Yes Ma'am," Clete liked following this woman, she walked just like he
liked to see a woman walk, her ass swung from side to side and her long
legs kicked her floor length skirts out front when she stepped her long
easy steps.
   "Patty, we have a customer," She stopped and called through some closed
curtains.
   "Step over here Sir.  May I know your name?  Mine is Mrs.  John Brawner,
Ellen by name."
   "Yes Ma'am, nice to meet you.  I am Cletus Hawkins Jr.  from over near
Rolla at Rawlison Creek.  My friends call me Clete."
   "I know where that is, I have an older sister that lives there."
   "Well, that sure is something, here I have traveled all this way and
meet some kinfolks of people back home, what would her name be?"
   "Mrs.  Harold Crawley, Eveline is her name," the woman said as she was
taking her measuring tapes and strings out of a drawer.
   Clete looked like he didn't hear what she had said at first, then he
felt like he really did like this handsome woman now, she was the younger
sister of the woman who taught him to fuck.
   'I wonder if she likes to fuck like her sister, I sure would like to
hang them skirt tails up on her hip while she's bent over like that and
stab her pussy from behind a few times just to see if she likes big cocks
like her sister.'
   "Mr.  Hawkins?"
   "Uh, yes Ma'am, I was about to tell you that I know your sister real
well," Clete was still admiring this woman's fine, put together body when
she called his name.
   "I want you to meet my daughter, Patty," Mrs.  Brawner said, pointing
behind him.
   Clete whirled to look at the girl that had his own sister's name. 
'Damn, now here's an angel if I ever saw one.'
   "Hello Ms.  Patty, pleased to make your acquaintance.  I am Clete
Hawkins and I have a sister with your name back home," He said, his throat
swelling up and nearly choking off his words.
   "Pleased to meet you also Mr.  Hawkins.  I am sure you miss your sister,
way off up here in Kansas City."
   "I sure do, she's very pretty like you Ma'am, I mean you look like her.
I mean, you sure are pretty Ms.  Patty."
   "Thank you Mr.  Hawkins, I appreciate the compliments." She smiled and
Clete could have kissed her pussy at that very minute, he was so taken with
her looks.
   "Mr.  Hawkins will you step up on this small stool, so Patty and I can
get your measurements."
   "Yes'sum, I never been measured before, I just bought these new clothes
a day or two ago, the first ones I ever owned that were store bought and
brand new." Clete felt red in the face as he talked to the two women.
   "Well, we'll make sure your new clothes fit so well you will always come
back here to buy more." Mrs.  Brawner smiled at his country boy ways and
manners.  He sure was a well mannered boy and he must have money to have
such fine clothes and that gold watch on that gold chain in his pocket.
   "You'll have to remove your hand gun and belt Mr.  Hawkins," Patty said
as she smiled again at him.
   "Yes Ms.  Patty," he said and lay them on the counter as he stepped on
the short stool.
   "Let me have your coat also Mr.  Hawkins," Ms.  Brawner said as she
looked him directly in the eye and smiled.  She liked this boy, this is the
kind of back home boy she wished Patty would meet and fall in love with,
they were the best kind and treat women the best too.
   She saw Patty looking his butt over real good and she glanced down to
see his huge cock lying along his left thigh.  She gave a gasp and put her
hand to her mouth as she looked down again.
   "What's the matter, Mother?" Patty asked as she still looked at this
young country boy's butt covered in the tight britches.
   "I pricked my finger with a pin," Mrs.  Brawner smiled up at Clete and
he smiled back at her, his dark hair was all mussed up from his hat and his
crooked smile was almost more than a woman could take at one time.
   "Patty, come around here and help me get a measurement on his trouser
length, I don't know what is holding up your father back there," Mrs. 
Brawner smiled at Clete the whole time she talked.  She wanted to let her
daughter get a good look at this young man's cock, just so she would know
they really do get this big in the country.
   "Mr.  Hawkins, Patty is going to get a measurement from the top of your
inseam to the top of your foot.  She will try her best not to get too
personal, I can assure you, but we do need this measurement as well as a
few more,"
   "Yes'sum, it's all right." Clete smiled back at the handsome woman.  She
sure was friendly and he wanted some of her pussy more than ever now.  He
was worried about his cock showing under his britches though as he saw
Patty stoop with the tape measure in her hands, the very end of it in her
left hand, and her right hand letting the tape slide through as she pressed
her left hand right on top of his swollen cock.  Patty looked up at him and
smiled, then she looked over at her Mother and smiled again as she pressed
the tape to his fat swollen cock and measured from his crotch to the top of
his foot.
   Patty had to know if this was real.  She stood up and grabbed her a
handful of Clete's hard cock as she did.  It's real, she thought as her
tight pussy gave a snap at her drawers and her knees nearly gave way.
   "Patty, did you get a good measurement?" Her Mother asked.
   "I sure did Mother, thirty five inch inseam, he's a tall young man, a
VERY long leg, I mean legs, I must add." She and her Mother shared a
knowing smile.
   Patty took the tape and measured him around his hips now and let her
hand once again get a grip on his cock.
   "Thirty eight inch butt, I mean hips." Patty giggled at her mistake.
   "Let me have the tape and I will measure his waist and his chest, then
we'll measure his arm length." Mrs.  Brawner smiled at Clete as she came
right before him and with both arms outstretched she reached around his
waist, her huge tits pressed to his belly as she fumbled to grasp the end
of the tape and pull it back around to measure him.
   "Thirty three inches," She said to Patty.
   Clete was looking down at her hard tits that were mashed against his
belly and he felt his cock give a lurch and grow almost to full length.
   "Step down to the floor Mr.  Hawkins, please," She smiled at him.
   Mrs.  Brawner then reached up higher to measure his chest now and she
rubbed her big tits all the way up his belly as she did, she felt his long,
hard cock press against her own belly and she almost moaned as he pushed
against her tight now.  Mrs.  Brawner pulled him tighter to her as she
bumped her slobbering pussy against the oversized head of his long, cock.
'Hell fire and damnation, his cock is almost to his knee now.  I need some
air.'
   "Ah, I see we have a new customer.  Sorry, I was detained at the back
door with a delivery," Mr.  Brawner said as he walked through the curtains,
he walked with two walking canes as his twisted legs dragged and slid with
each step.
   "We have the young man measured now John.  Patty has all the
measurements written down for you," She said and smiled at Clete again as
she stepped back to admire this young man.
   "Father, meet Mr.  Clete Hawkins, from over at Rawlison Creek, near
Rolla," Patty said as she too smiled at Clete.
   "Very nice to meet you young man, you're a ways from home.  Ellen, isn't
that where your sister lives now?"
   "Yes John, Clete knows my sister real well he says."
   "I swear, the world is getting smaller everyday," He said.
   "When were you wanting these new clothes Mr.  Hawkins?" Mr.  Brawner
asked.
   "Well I was hoping to wear them tonight at supper at the hotel."
   "It will take a while to measure, cut and sew the pants and coats, why
don't you pick out a pair of our new Levi denim britches and a shirt to
wear tonight, I'll have your fine clothes ready early tomorrow."
   "Yes Sir, that would be fine, I need some clothes for riding and some
for dressin' up too I reckon," Clete said and smiled at Patty and her
mother.
   "I will get started on these right away, so you will have them for
tomorrow."
   "John, you promised Patty and I we would all eat at the hotel for her
birthday." Mrs.  Hawkins smiled at Clete.
   "We will tomorrow Ellen, tonight we need to get this young man some new
clothes made."
   "I could wait, it's not that big a deal," Clete offered.
   "I have a better idea, why don't you have dinner with my wife and
daughter, my treat, while I sew your clothes for you," John Brawner smiled
broadly.
   "Well, I reckon I'd be a fool to turn that down, but I was gonna eat
supper in a while."
   "We call it dinner here in the city Clete," Patty smiled.
   "Oh, then I be proud to have dinner with your handsome wife and daughter
sir."
   "Then it's settled.  Ladies why don't you help Mr.  Hawkins pick out
some clothes that fit and I'll get started right away," he said as he
shuffled off with his measurements.
   "Come this way Clete, we'll help you," Patty said and she looked at her
Mother and smiled real big.
   Using the same measurements from before, they picked out two pair of
Levi denims and two shirts.
   "You can step right into the storage room and try these on Clete, they
may fit tight, but a man looks good in tight pants," Mrs.  Brawner said as
she handed the clothes to him.
   "Yes'sum," Clete said.  He felt a little leery about getting naked here
in the store, but he knew he needed his clothes to fit.  He slipped his
boots off and stripped his pants down over his butt and stepped out of
them. Clete pulled a pair of the new stiff denim britches up over his long
legs and pulled them over his butt, then fastened then at the waist with
the row of buttons up the pee hole.  They were tight, but both Mrs. 
Brawner and Patty told him that women liked men in tight britches.  He
grinned, he'd like to see them both naked and in his hotel bed.
   "Clete, you alright in there," Patty asked.
   "Yes Ms.  Patty I got a pair of the new britches on but they sure are
tight."
   "May Mother and I see?"
   "Sure," He said and started out only to meet them both, almost running
into the small room.
   "They look good on you Clete," Patty said as she circled him, looking at
his tight butt and long legs, she also looked at his left leg and saw his
long, hard cock halfway to his knee.
   "They really do look good Clete.  Try on this other pair, they are just
a little larger and you may like riding in this pair," Mrs.  Brawner said.
   "Yes'sum," Clete said and waited for them to leave the room.  They
didn't, they just smiled at him.
   Clete smiled back and started unbuttoning his britches as both Mother
and daughter stood before him with their mouths open in anticipation.
   He proudly dropped his britches below his knees as both women knelt now
and looked at his huge cock.
   "May I touch you Clete?" Mrs.  Brawner asked as she looked at his cock.
   "Yes'sum," Clete smiled, he knew he was gonna get some of this pussy. 
'This will be my first time with a Mother and her daughter at the same
time.'
   Ellen Brawner pulled the hard young cock out straight and kissed his fat
swollen head as she rolled the foreskin back.
   "Measure it Patty," she said as her daughter now kissed the fat, almost
purple head.
   "Thirteen and a half inches long.  Six and a half inches around under
his fat head.  Eight and a half inches around his cock head," Patty said.
   "What time can we eat dinner with you Clete?" Ellen Brawner asked as she
looked in his eyes.
   "In two hours, I need to get a bath in my room, and I'll meet you both
in the hotel lobby."
   "We'll be there, is there any way we could slip up to your room after we
eat?" Ellen asked Clete.
   "Yes'sum, I was hoping when I saw you that there would be a way to get
some pussy from you both."
   "Oh, you'll get some pussy.  If you can get this thing worked into us,
you will get a LOT of pussy," Ellen said.
   "We'll get it in your pussy, both your pussies," Clete smiled.
   "Did you fuck my sister back home?"
   "She taught me to fuck and we fucked three times before she let me take
my cock out."
   "Then I want four fucks before you pull out of my pussy."
   "I think I want at least two, maybe three, that is if you can get that
thing in my pussy."
   "I'll get it in you Patty.  I fucked my sister five times the first time
we fucked."
   "OH LORD," Patty smiled as she stood up and bent over to kiss Clete's
cock once more.
   "I never had my cock kissed before, it feels good."
   "We'll both kiss it tonight," Ellen said.
   "Ellen, I need you and Patty back here for a few minutes so I can get
this pattern cut out," John Brawner yelled.  He thought the young Mr. 
Hawkins had already left.
   "We have to go Clete, we'll see you later," Patty said as she let his
cock go, it stayed out straight and never dropped, it was so hard.
   "Show me your pussies before you go," Clete said.
   Both the Brawner women turned and bent at the waist, raised their
skirts, pulled their under drawers down and showed their naked pussies to
Clete.
   "That's the way I want you both tonight, no drawers and no corsets, just
a dress and your naked asses."
   "We'll be there in two hours, go get your bath." They both ran from the
room giggling.
   Clete gathered up his clothes, put his boots and gun back on and walked
across the street to the hotel.  He stopped at the desk and told the
manager he was ready to take his bath as soon as he could have the water
brought up.
   "We'll have your bath water up shortly and the maid will take your dirty
clothes to the laundry for you."
   "Yes Sir.  I am having dinner with Mrs.  Brawner and her daughter Patty
in two hours.  I'd like a table in the back."
   "We will have your table ready Sir."
   Clete went to his room and threw his heavy saddlebags under the bed,
then he stripped off his new shirt and his boots while he waited for the
water to be brought up.
   Clete was looking out his hotel window when he heard the rap on the
door.
   "Come in," he said and watched as an older black woman came backing in
with two large buckets of water and poured them into the long sloping metal
tub near the far wall.
   "Ah'll be rat back," she said and was gone maybe five minutes and rapped
again.
   "Come on in," he said and watched as she once again poured her water
into the tub.
   "Ya'lls hot water'll be here shortly," she said and left.
   Clete was just about to strip off his new britches and get into the cold
water when there was another rap on the door.
   "Come on in," He said and watched as a very sexy ass backed into the
room and the young girl turned to walk over and pour the hot water in the
tub.
   "Girl, you sure look good, are you black or Indian or Chinese?"
   "I am part black and part white, y'all look awright y'all self too." She
smiled as she looked him over.
   "Are you the one that will take my clothes to the cleaners?"
   "Sho am." She smiled again.
   "They are laying on the bed, where is the soap?"
   "Here's yore soap," she said and pulled a big bar of soap out of her
dress pocket and dropped it into his bath water.
   "Check that water and see if it's warm enough for y'all," She said.
   "Feels good to me," Clete said and looked at the girl.  He thought she
would leave.
   "Ah'm gone wash y'alls back." She smiled as she knelt beside his bath
tub before he got in the tub.
   "I never been washed since I was a baby." Clete smiled at the young
yellow girl.
   "Ah never washed a man before neither." She smiled once more.
   Clete pulled his britches down and off then walked over to get in the
tub, the young girl looked at his long cock and then up at his face.
   "That is sum damned cock you got there white boy."
   Clete splashed water as he got in and wet the front of the girls thin
dress.
   "You're gonna get all wet.  You ought to get naked with me, that is if
you're gonna wash me."
   "Can I have sum of that fat cock if'n I get naked wif' you?"
   "All you want, come on."
   Clete loved to see a woman get naked and watched as the girl unbuttoned
the two buttons at the top of her dress and pulled it up over her naked
young body, dropping it on the floor and kicking it across the room.
   "Get in here.  What's your name anyway."
   "Ah am called Lou Ann."
   "I am Clete, Lou Ann you got a nice ass, have you ever fucked before?"
   "Twice, but not with a cock like ya'll got."
   "Come down and sit on my cock and let's wash each other as we fuck."
   "Damn, you sho' got a fat one, my pussy is stretchin' all out to take
that fat cock."
   "Get it all Lou Ann, I love to fuck young pussy."
   "Ah love to fuck big cocks now." She smiled as she took him deeper, then
picked up the bar of soap and started washing his arms and chest.  Lou Ann
reached around his big chest and washed his back.
   "Stand up and bend over and let me wash your back Lou Ann."
   "Fuck me while y'all back there."
   "I am."
   "Damn, white boy, ah love this fucking cock y'all got.  How long y'all
gone be here anyway?"
   "Maybe two days, you want to fuck some more?"
   "Sho ah do, ah can fuck this thang agin tomorrow night, ooohh damn, ah
am gone get my goody, fuck me white boy."
   "That was sum good fuck white boy, now let me wash yo ass good." Lou Ann
stood with Clete in the long metal tub and they washed each other then
rinsed each others bodies.  Lou Ann paid close attention to Clete's cock as
she rolled the fat foreskin back and washed under the hood of his cock then
rinsed it good.
   Clete dressed in his new Levi denims after Lou Ann dried him off and
kissed his cock, even sucking the head hard with her lips.
   He patted her butt as she bent to dip the water out and carry it all
down the back stairs.
   Lou Ann stood up with both buckets full of bath water and her dress open
to her waist.  Her proud young tits were all but exposed and Clete stuffed
two dollar bills into her dress top, one right over each swollen young tit.
   Clete went to the lobby to meet the Brawner women for supper.  He was
already wanting some more pussy and was excited about the thought of
getting the handsome mother and daughter in his bed at the same time.
   He saw them walking across the wide dirt street, turning the heads of
all who saw them, men and women alike, as they strolled up to the high
boardwalk in front of The Hotel Kansas City as if they owned it.
   They walked into the hotel out of the bright, late afternoon sun and
both women smiled as they saw their friend leaning against a doorway,
waiting for them.  Mother and daughter walked to the handsome young man and
each hooked an arm through his and walked smiling, three abreast into the
big, fancy dining room.
   "You two are the most handsomest women I've ever seen in my life," Clete
said and smiled.
   "Clete, you are the handsomest man either of us have ever seen and you
are so bold in your words and your stares at a woman," Ellen Brawner said.
   "Mother is right Clete, you are young, but you are aged far beyond your
years in being a man and doing things women like a man to do," Patty said
as she smiled at him.
   "Well, my Pa taught me to shoot a gun and play cards, Ma taught me to be
polite, and your sister taught me to fuck," Clete told Ellen Brawner as
they waited on a waiter to come.
   "Just so you will know, there's rumors going around about you already.
About your ability to shoot a gun and play cards.  Patty and I are
determined to know all bout what my sister taught you about 'fucking'." She
whispered the word and laughed as she looked around to see if anyone had
heard her.
   Clete was hungry and he had already decided he liked steak after eating
just one.  He ordered the largest steak on the menu and Ellen and her
daughter Patty ordered the same thing, to split between them.
   When the meal was done and they had cleaned their plates, the waiter
asked Clete if he wanted an after dinner Cheroot and a glass of brandy.
   "What's a Cheroot?" He asked.
   "A long slender cigar Clete," Patty said and smiled, not putting him
down but helping him.
   "Sure, bring me a Cheroot and a bottle of good peach brandy to take with
me," he said proudly.
   When he offered to pay the waiter, the man told him that it had all been
taken care of.
   "Clete, John told me to put this on our bill at the hotel, since you are
a good paying customer of ours now." Ellen smiled and patted his leg.
   "Well, that is mighty good of you folks.  I'd like to have a drink in my
room with you both, if you think you have time."
   "We have time, what room and what floor?" Patty asked.
   "Third floor and room ten, overlooking the street."
   "We'll be up the back way and meet you at the room, leave the door open
for us." Ellen smiled as she and Patty shook the young man's hand and
walked out onto the boardwalk and down the street a ways, before ducking
into a small alley and running with skirts up, back to the rear entrance of
the hotel.  They ran up the steps of the service stairs two at a time and
then down to room ten on the third floor.
   Just as Patty reached out to knock, the door opened and Clete pulled
them both into the room.  They were laughing and giggling as he closed and
locked the door.
   "Let's all get naked Clete and we'll have that drink of brandy with
you," Ellen said as she loosened her bodice and pulled her long dress over
her head to stand naked in his room.  Patty was naked even before her
Mother was and both women reached for Clete, who was just then pulling his
Levi britches down over his knees.
   The two women pushed him backwards; he fell back on the bed as they
pulled his tight denim britches off his feet.
   Ellen reached for the bottle of peach brandy as Patty crawled up to lie
beside Clete on the bed.
   Clete took the bottle and with his teeth, he wiggled and twisted the
cork from the neck.  He held the bottle in the air and lay back on the bed
as he put the bottle to his lips, spilling brandy down his cheeks and neck
as he took a big swig.
   He handed the bottle to Ellen as she lay back beside him.  She took the
bottle like Clete had and spilled even more all over her huge titties and
her slender neck as she got a really good pull on the bottle.
   Clete handed the bottle over to Patty now and held it for her as she
opened her mouth.  Clete kept pouring and she kept swallowing the potent
elixir.
   Ellen took the bottle from Clete's hands and placed it on the table
beside the bed, then she and her daughter were all over the young man with
his huge swollen cock waving in the air.
   Patty was sucking and licking all over Clete's hard cock and Ellen was
kissing him all over his face.  After a bit she scooted up and smeared her
brandy coated tits all over his face.  They laughed and enjoyed the feeling
of being together naked and free.
   "Fuck my mother Clete, she needs a good fucking," Patty said as she
kissed his cock head and rolled the tight foreskin back to suck his fat
purple knob between her lips, wet with brandy.
   "Show me how my sister Eveline fucked you the first time Clete.  I wish
I had been there, we would still be fucking," Ellen said as she rolled over
on top of Clete and kissed his mouth and sucked his lips.
   "Open your legs wider Mother, I want to put Clete's big cock in your
pussy.  I want to see my mother get fucked and get an orgasm," Patty said
as she lay between Clete's knees, her Mother's legs spread wide on either
side of Clete's.
   Patty could see her Mother's pussy dripping her excitement all over
Clete's big stalk as she wiped it up and down her slippery, wet slit.
   "Patty, that feels so good, you always have been such a precocious young
girl, hurry and get his cock in my pussy.  It has been too long for me.  I
want to see you get your little pussy fucked by Clete's big cock too, so
just get ready."
   "Make her wait Patty, make her pussy wet real good before you put my
cock in it," Clete said as Ellen smiled and kissed him.  Looking down at
the young man's face, she could see his pale gray eyes that could be soft
and gentle or turn to steel in an instant.  She touched his smooth face
with her fingers and saw that he was just now getting light hair on his
jaws.
   "How old are you Clete?" She asked as she licked his face and sucked his
lips with hers, working her hips and twisting her body as she tried to take
his cock head.
   "I was fifteen yesterday," Clete said proudly.
   "You are much of a man for fifteen years old, I thought you were at
least nineteen," Ellen said.  She grunted as she almost trapped his cock,
but Patty snatched it back.
   "Please fuck me Clete, I need you," She looked at him and smiled again.
   "Fuck your Mother with my cock Patty," Clete said and felt his cock head
slip between her fat lips.
   "Fuck him Mother," Patty said as she pushed her mothers' ass cheeks down
onto Clete's long pole.
   "Ms.  Ellen?"
   "Yes Clete, is it good for you?"
   "I was just gonna tell you that you got some of the best pussy I ever
fucked, man 'o man, you got some good pussy.  You know, I just thought your
sister, Ms.  Eveline Crawley had some good pussy, but you got her beat by a
while."
   "Well, I take that as a compliment coming from you Clete, I know you
must have had a bunch of women."
   "Well no, not really.  Not a bunch of different ones that is, but the
ones I've fucked, I fucked'em a lot."
   "Clete?"
   "Yes'sum."
   "Fuck me good Clete, then fuck Patty good.  Then fuck me good again."
   "I can do that, I can do that real good.  I was just wondering though."
   "Wondering what Clete, why my Mother and I like to fuck?"
   "Yes, Ms.  Patty.  Why is that.  I mean I know it feels good and all,
but you both are some fine, upstandin', handsome women and I'm just a
stranger."
   "You have seen my husband Clete, he hasn't been able to perform since
his horse ran through some trees and broke his back and both legs six years
ago.  He's just been able to get out of bed the last year or so.  I need a
man now and then.  Damn, Clete fuck me deep like that some more."
   "What about you Ms.  Patty, why do you want to fuck strangers?"
   "Clete, when I saw your big cock hanging down your leg, I wanted to see
my Mother fuck you.  She told me that she wanted to fuck you but she wanted
to see me get fucked by you too, so here I am."
   "Then you don't really like fuckin' that much?"
   "No, I love it too Clete.  I was married for two years, then he got
killed in a card game last year right here at the hotel.  I've not been
with a man since, until today that is.  I told Mother, I am going to fuck
your cock, one way or another.""
   "Damn, I'm sure sorry about that Ms.  Patty.  I'll make it all up to you
when I get my cock in your little pussy."
   "Clete fuck me, I am about to have an orgasm."
   "Is that the same as a cum?"
   "YES, fuck me deep and hard, then pull that fat cock out and stuff it up
my daughters' tight cunt."
   "Cunt, is that the same as a pussy?"
   "YES, NOW FUCK ME."
   "Ms.  Patty, I'd sure like to see you suck your Mothers titty while I
cum up in her pussy."
   "Clete, I could never do that.  This is the first time I have even been
with Mother when she has a man."
   "I'll fuck your cunt four times and your Mother's five if you will suck
her titty for me."
   "Four times huh, you promise you'll fuck my cunt four times?"
   "Yes and cum in your cunt all four too."
   "Hang on Mother, you are about to get both your titties sucked."
   "OH FUCK PATTY"
   "Is it good Ms.  Ellen?"
   "GOD YES, I AM CUMMING, SUCK ME PATTY!"
   "You ready for a good cum up your cunt Ms.  Ellen?  I'm about to shoot."
   "Shoot my cunt with your fucking horse cock Clete."
   "Clete, that was the best fucking I ever had.  How long until you get
ready for Patty, I want to see her take this huge cock in her pussy."
   "Ms.  Patty are you about ready for me, I can go right on up your pussy
as soon as I pull out of Ms.  Ellen's."
   "Fuck me Clete.  Damn it, you got me so worked up I am ready for that
big cock.  Fuck me and cum in me," Patty said as she saw his still swollen
cock slip from her Mother.
   "Get up on my belly Ms.  Patty, for the first couple of fucks anyway."
   "Put that damn thing in my pussy Mother, I need a good fucking myself
now."
   "Here you go Patty, just raise up a little and sit down on it.  It's
about like pushing an apple up your pussy at first, then you will start
loving apples and want it in there forever."
   Clete looked down at where Patty's pussy was pushed open, trying her
best to get his cock head in her, she was just too tight still.
   "Ms.  Ellen, stick your finger up her pussy and get her good and wet,
then put my cock head back in there.  When I get a good run at her pussy,
you come around here and suck the livin' shit out of her titties.  She'll
be the one fuckin' me then."
   "Oh Mother, I can't believe you are sticking your finger in my pussy. 
OH DAMN, it feels good now.  Do it some more."
   "Get my cock head right in the middle of her pussy hole and come around
here and suck her like she was yore Mama."
   "OH, I think it's about to go.  OH FUCK, I got your cock in me now
Clete. Damn I think I am about to split open.  Do me some more Mother, Fuck
me good Clete, I got your cock in me now boy."
   "Ride him girl, ride this boys fat cock, get it all the way up inside
your tight pussy and let him blow you full of his spunk."
   "Ride me good Patty.  Ride me like your Mother did, like your Aunt
Eveline did and ride my cock like my sister Patty Ann did."
   "Suck my titty Mother, I am about to get me a cum for the first time in
over a year.  OH FUCK!  That was the best cum I ever had in my life.  Fuck
me Clete, cum in my pussy."
   "Here goes my first shot up your pussy Patty, set down hard and take me
all the way deep and I'll blow your baby maker up tight."
   "OH DAMN!" Patty said and fell over passed out on the bed.
   "Damn, is she alright?" Clete was worried that he might have fucked her
to death.
   "She's fine, she'll come back around and want some more of your cock in
a minute.  Fuck me Clete, you are the best fucking thing to come along
ever. Get deep in my cunt.  Damn boy, this is some good fucking you're
putting on my ass.  SHIT, I am about to get another one Clete."
   Clete and Ms.  Ellen went right on fucking against each other, she was
getting her cums real regular now and Clete was trying to hold back some
for Patty, but he went ahead and shot her pussy full again.
   "Can you go again right off Ms.  Ellen?  I sure would like to keep going
while I'm up in your pussy this deep."
   "Clete, you have already shot me three times and Patty twice, does that
thing ever go down?"
   "I don't know.  I never seen it when it wasn't ready for some pussy. 
Turn around and get on your knees on the bed, I'm gonna dog fuck you the
next two times, then I want to dog fuck Patty's pussy when she wakes up
this time."
   "Fuck me Clete, give me some more of that big piece of meat you got, I
need you in me deep."
   "You ain't never been fucked 'til I dog fuck you Ms.  Ellen.  Hang on to
your breath, here my cock comes up your pussy again."
   "OH SHIT, I think you are coming out my mouth Clete.  OH DAMN!"
   'Well, shit, they both done passed out now.  I never fucked a woman that
was asleep, but I need some more pussy while I got two of them here.'
   Clete rolled Patty over on her stomach and spread her legs.  He stuck
his swollen cock head in her slippery pussy and just as he bottomed out,
she woke up.
   "YES, fuck me Clete, fuck me hard and deep."
   "Ms.  Patty, I hope you stay awake this time, I need you to fuck back
when I get my cum, it's a lot better that way."
   "Damn you Clete, fuck me.  I am getting another cum.  I swear I never
had this many cums in a year when I was married."
   "Didn't that man of yours like pussy, girl you got some of the best
pussy I ever had stretched down over my cock and when you cum, you got
things goin' on up in there that makes a man want to get more."
   "Clete, I am about to cum again, fuck me hard.  If I pass out, just keep
fucking me until I wake up and fuck me again."
   Patty didn't pass out that time, she fucked her ass back against Clete's
belly and took all he shoved at her, she got two more strong cums as he
shot her twice again.
   "Ms.  Patty, why don't you get yourself a good man and get fucked on a
regular basis?  You are good at this and you like it as much as I do."
   "I got a man that wants to court me Clete, I may let him come calling
soon."
   "Was your husband a big gambler or just get caught in a game and it got
the best of him?"
   "He wasn't a gambler, he liked to play poker with his friends.  They got
into a game with the man they call Stark.  He is a big gambler.  He took
all their money and they caught him with cards in his boot.  He pulled a
knife and killed my husband, the others ran off and left him."
   "Is this Stark man still around these parts?"
   "Yes, he plays at the hotel here every day.  He has killed three men in
self defense, the police call it."
   "Police, who is the police?"
   "That's what they call the law here, like the big towns back east."
   "Never heard of it before.  I think I may play a little poker tomorrow."
   "Clete, he is a mean man and he wins all the time, he can't be beat the
rumor has it."
   "There ain't a man that can't be beat, not even me, but I can beat this
man because I don't like him already."
   "Clete, will you fuck me on my belly one time, I want to hold you and I
want you to kiss my breasts when you fuck me."
   "Lay back and let me get in you Patty, then you lock your legs on my ass
and fuck up against me, you'll really like this fuck."
   "OH YES, I feel you deep.  Fuck me Clete."
   "Pull your legs up and lock them over the top of my ass Patty, let me in
you all the way."
   "Damn Clete, will you come back here one day and fuck me again?"
   "What if you do hitch up with another man?"
   "I'll still fuck you all day if you'll come back through here one day."
   "You got a deal, now buck that pussy up hard and let me cum deep."
   "Patty?"
   'Damn, not again!'
   Clete finally got Patty and her Mother awake long enough to get one more
fuck each, then he helped them get dressed and snuck them down the back
stairs and across the street to the stairs that led up to their living
quarters over the store.  When they'd gotten inside the door, he turned and
walked back to the hotel.
   He saw a big poker game going on and stood and watched as one player
took all the money.
   "What're you looking at kid.  You know how to play poker?"
   "My Pa taught me how, I reckon I know some about it."
   "You got any money?"
   "I got a little."
   "Sit in a few hands and keep these boys company."
   "Well it's late, but I reckon I can, my names Clete."
   "I am Stark, Homer Stark."
   "Good to meet you Homer, and thanks for lettin' me set in a hand or
two."
   "Call me Stark."
   "Sure.  No problem Homer."
   "Deal the cards kid, you look like you need a few lessons."
   "I played this game before, I know how it's played," Clete said as he
fumbled with the cards.
   Two hours into the poker game, Clete was almost two thousand up.  Stark
still had a pile of money and he aimed to get it all.
   At eleven o'clock, Clete was up five thousand and Stark was asking for
loans from his buddies.  When everyone turned him down, he turned ugly and
started calling everyone names.
   The night manager felt the game was turning sour and sent a boy to fetch
the police.
   "You are the cause of this.  You come in here and ruin my luck, you snot
nosed son-of-a-bitch," Stark cussed Clete.
   "You asked me to play Mr.  Homer.  I just had a good run of luck I
reckon."
   Clete saw two men in blue shirts with badges come in and stand at the
door, watching.
   "You sorry ass bastard, I ought to beat the shit out of you and take my
money back."
   "Mr.  Homer, I won this money fair and square, all these men saw me."
   "Get your ass up, you either use that fuckin Colt or get your ass shot."
   "Stark, that's enough.  The kid beat you fair and square, everyone here
says he did," the tallest police said.
   "Stay out of this, this is my money and I aim to take it back."
   "Look out kid, he's got a derringer in his shirt," the police hollered
and watched as Stark fell over on the card table with a hole dead center of
his heart.
   "Damn kid, you are fast.  You'll need to come down to the station in the
morning and sign some papers, we both saw it all, he pulled his pocket gun
first."
   "Yes sir, can I go to my room?  I need to get some sleep, I'm kinda
tired all of a sudden."
   "Yeah, go ahead kid."
   Clete took his hat and raked all his winnings off the table and went to
his room.
   Clete was up early the next morning, he was kinda anxious to know all
about what was being said about the killing in the hotel the previous
night.
   When he was dressed and walking down the long wide, winding stairs to
the hotel lobby, he saw two or three groups of three or four men, huddled
up talking low.  He saw a few women that were up early with their husbands
or traveling companions.  The women saw him first and were looking the tall
kid over when their men folks saw him.
   Clete tipped his hat to the women and walked right by them into the
dining room, where there were even more gossipers at tables, drinking
coffee and eating breakfast.  The dining room suddenly went quiet as he
looked around the big room.
   He ate his breakfast in silence, except to order his meal, then walked
out into the wide street just after dawn.  Heads turned and whispers passed
his ears, but no one spoke to him.  After checking on his horse at the
hotel livery, he gave the old black man another gold coin and walked back
out to sit on the bench in front of the hotel.
   He noticed a young man standing maybe twenty feet from him, to his left.
The man was leaning against a porch post, smoking a Cheroot, looking right
at Clete.
   The hotel manager was sweeping the boardwalk in front of the hotel and
Clete got his attention.
   "Where can I fine where the police live?"
   "Do you mean where they stay?"
   "Yeah, I reckon, they told me to come see them this morning."
   "Just go down the street maybe eight or ten stores, and you will see the
police station across the street."
   Clete figured he'd just go get this paper signing over with and maybe
get up another card game.
   Just as he got to the tall young man that had been watching him, the man
spit on the boardwalk in front of Clete, barely missing his boot.
   Clete stopped and cut his cold gray eyes at the young man.  He looked to
be a few years older than Clete, but he was still baby faced.  He was
grinning at Clete now.
   "Do I know you?" Clete asked in a low voice.
   "No, and we're not likely to get to know each other.  I saw you kill
Stark last night after he'd already pulled that pocket gun.  You're about
as good as I've seen."
   "I'm lucky at cards and lucky with my gun, Pa always told me it was
better to be lucky than good."
   "You getting smart with me kid?"
   "Just telling you like it is, if you got an itch, you best reach down
and scratch it good.  I ain't got no reason to not like you; yet," Clete
said as he leaned in close to the young man's face.  He stepped back and
walked on down the high boardwalk and saw the sign across the dirt street
that read 'Police Station'.
   
  
JRyter's The Kid From Rawlison Creek Chap. 03