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   Chapter Four
   Clete saw the tall police man that was in the hotel the previous night
and went directly to him.
   "Well kid, I see you made it through the night, any more trouble at the
hotel?"
   "No Sir, but folks are sure looking at me funny this morning."
   "You killed a man last night kid; they're curious about you, where you
came from and where you're going."
   "Well, I'm gonna be gone from here by tomorrow I reckon, I was just
passin' through when I decided to have me some new clothes made, since I
never bought clothes before this week."
   "It might be better if you left as soon as you get your clothes,
there'll be some young gun that wants to knock off the man that shot
Stark."
   "Since you brought it up, there was a younger man looking funny at me on
the way over here.  He spit right in front of where I was about to step.  I
reckon he may have been itchin' about something, don't you?"
   "Tall like you, kinda scruffy, with a thin mustache and just a few chin
whiskers?"
   "Yep, that was him, he was wearing his Colt low on his leg like mine
sets."
   "Steer clear of him kid, he's bad news."
   "Well Mr.  Police man, what am I supposed to do if he keeps spittin' in
front of me?"
   "Walk a wide circle kid, I know it's hard for a man to take that kind of
shit from another man, but you live longer when you do."
   "Yeah, you're right Sir.  I don't really want to kill him for spittin'
in front of me, I just hope he don't make a miss-spit and spit on my boot."
   "Kid, I saw you pull that Colt last night, you're fast, but you ain't as
fast as Billy Joe Barlow, least ways from what we've heard about him
anyway. I'd just as soon he left here and never came back."
   "Me too Sir, but Pa told me to never let another man spit on me, even if
it meant getting' my ass whooped."
   "I reckon your Pa told you right kid.  Just walk easy around him, he's
not the kind that'll shoot at your back."
   "Maybe if you'd have a talk with him, he'd let his itchy finger get over
it, before it gets him killed.  I'll get my clothes from Brawners Clothes
Store and head on out I reckon.  I just don't need to be killin' a man for
nuthin'."
   "I'll look in on him kid, get your clothes and your horse, I'll be at
the hotel by the time you get there."
   "Yes Sir, I hate to be bothersome, but I hate killin' a man just cause
he's so high on his self."
   Clete felt some better after he talked to the tall police man, but he
kinda felt like he was being cheated too.  He wanted to stay another night
and get some more pussy from Lou Ann, Ms.  Ellen and Ms.  Patty.  This, man
was about to cost him some good pussy and that alone was almost enough to
get him killed right there.
   Clete went directly to the clothing store from the Police Station.  Ms.
Ellen and Ms.  Patty both met him at the door and welcomed him in.
   "John has your new clothes made Clete, he worked on them all night,"
Ellen Brawner told him with a smile.
   "If you'll wrap them up and figure my due bill, I reckon I'll be on my
way."
   "Clete, we thought you were spending another night in town.  We'd sure
like to come see you if you did."
   "Well, there was some trouble at the hotel last night and I killed a
man. I got another man trying to look down on me today and I talked to the
police man that was there last night.  He said it might be best if I just
ride on."
   "Clete, you killed a man?" Patty asked.
   "Yeah, I killed that man called Homer Stark, after I took all his money
and he tried to draw down with a pocket pistol.  The police man was there
and saw him."
   "You killed Stark?" Patty said and smiled, but she had tears in her eyes
as she hugged Clete.
   "I figured he had it coming.  Not that I try to judge folks, but he had
already hurt you and I like you Ms.  Patty."
   "We like you too Clete, you be careful.  Here's your bill," Ellen said.
   "Twenty five dollars for two sets of hand made clothes, and two sets of
store bought, that's a mite cheap ain't it?"
   "We gave you a discount," Patty said and kissed his cheek as he paid her
Mother.
   "Will you come back and see us when you are back this way Clete?"
   "You best know that I will.  You get off your pretty little butt and get
you a man, now that you don't have the past hanging over your head like a
cloud."
   "Thanks Clete, I will.  Come back soon and Mother and I will fuck you
for two days straight."
   "You got a deal, see you fine folks."
   "Bye Clete," Ellen Brawner said as he walked out the door.
   "He's a good young man Patty.  I hate to see him go, but he'll never be
one place for long, that is until he finds out where he's supposed to be."
   "I know Mother, he was good for both of us.  I'm going to let Thomas
come calling now, that is if you and Father approve."
   "We approve, you just make sure he's a good man and don't even know how
to play poker."
   "He don't.  Mother he does have a nice bulge in his pants though," Patty
smiled.
   "Girl, you're going to be alright now.  It's good to see you all happy
and looking for tomorrow to get here."
  
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   "Boss Man, we shore gone hate to see y'all leave wid this big stud hoss.
He was hossin' and kickin' and steppin' high and I let him stick two young
mares that was all hot an' bothered.  Hope y'all doan mine that I did
that."
   "Were they your mares?"
   "Yas'suh."
   "Good, thanks for takin' good care of him for me.  I'll be ridin' back
this way and I'll stop in to see you one day," Clete gave the man two gold
coins then and led his horse out to the front of the hotel.  The big coal
black stud was jumping and dancing and tossing his head, he was ready to
go.
   "Well Kid, I see you got all your clothes and your horse, you ready to
leave now?" The police man asked.
   "Yes Sir, I got to get my things from my room and see the desk man to
see if I owe him and I'll be ridin' on out I reckon."
   "I'll wait here for you, gonna kinda hate to see you go Kid.  You're not
a bad person at all and you got manners too."
   "Thanks Sir, I'll be right back."
   Clete went to his room and gathered up the rest of his clothes.  His
freshly washed and pressed clothes were laying on the bed and he rolled
them all into his bedroll and grabbed his saddlebags, he looked down in
each bag and fastened the straps, threw them over his shoulder and grabbed
his bedroll.
   He walked by the desk man and asked if he owed him, the man told him he
had money coming back since he was leaving early.
   "Give it to the little yellow girl that brought my bath water."
   "I'll see that she gets it, come stay with us again."
   When Clete stepped out front the police man saw him and said, "Well Kid,
I reckon I'll be heading on back to the station.  You ride easy out there
on the Kansas plains."
   "Yes Sir, thanks for bein' a friend."
   "Any time, Kid."
   Clete had his bedroll and all his new clothes bundled and tied down with
leather straps and was just about to step into the stirrup.
   "You running out of town kid?  Did I scare you into leaving, you yellow
coward?  You ain't got the guts to face a real man with a real gun, not a
toy gun," Clete heard the voice coming from the street and looked to see
the young man that had accosted him earlier.
   "Mister, I told you before, I don't have no reason to kill you, just
walk away and I'll ride on out."
   "Step away from that stud horse, or I'll shoot his nuts off then shoot
yours off too." The man spit in the dirt a few feet from Clete.
   'That done it', thought Clete, 'this man's got a bad habit of spitting
at folks' boots'.
   Clete walked out from between his horse and the one next to him.  He
walked clear of all the horses and faced the man, maybe ten to fifteen feet
from him.  There was a crowd gathering now in front of the hotel and across
the street, each of them trying to get a good look at what was about to
happen.
   "Billy Joe, let it go, I told you earlier not to bother this Kid, he's
become a friend of mine." Clete looked up to see the tall police man was
back now and standing on the boardwalk.
   "Just stay over there and keep out of this Raiford, it'll be a fair
fight."
   "Billy Joe, I'm gonna have to arrest you if you don't drop your guns in
the street and step away."
   "Raiford, don't make this your fight.  I'd hate to kill both of you."
   The police man stepped off the high boardwalk and pulled his pistol, he
walked over beside Clete as they both faced Billy Joe now.
   "Billy Joe, drop your guns."
   The man looked at the police man now and started to draw.  Raiford
Watson, the Police Chief had his gun already out and pointed at Billy Joe.
Billy Joe started for his gun and died right there when Clete drew and shot
his heart out of his chest.  Billy Joe's gun never came out of the holster.
He looked at Clete one last time and his tobacco spittle drooled down his
chin.
   At first the crowd thought that Raiford Watson had shot Billy Joe
Barlow, but then they saw the Kid's shiny new Colt still smoking as he
dropped it back in the holster.
   "Ride on out kid," The police man told him.
   Clete mounted the big stud horse and whirled him to the open street, he
was stepping high and tossing his head as they rode out of Kansas City,
Missouri that morning.  The street was full of people telling about what
all they saw and what they'd heard.
   The buzz had just about settled down until the Coroner took the Police
Chief his Coroner's Report on Billy Joe Barlow.  There were two .44 slugs
in the man's chest where his heart had been.  The Police Chief looked at
the Coroner, then smiled.
   The Coroner smiled too, he knew that Raiford carried a Smith and Wesson
.38 Police Special.
   The Coroner made a stop back by the bar in the hotel on the way back to
his office.  After a couple of drinks to get his voice settled, he cleared
his throat and told the details of his report he had just given to the
Police Chief.
   The buzz started all over again then; the Kid had shot Billy Joe twice,
so fast, it sounded like one shot.
   "I remember seein' him fan his hammer, but I never heard but one shot,
from him or anyone," The hotel manager said.
   "Who was that kid anyway?" Another man asked.
   "He's Clete Hawkins from over at Rawlison Creek, near Rolla," The hotel
manager said.
   "Damn, I heard about The Kid From Rawlison Creek last week at a small
town south of here, he shot two men square in the heart, after the sheriff
had told them not to draw down on him.  They'd made a move for their guns,
but never cleared leather."
   "Damn, and just think, we saw it all right here in front of The Hotel
Kansas City, in broad open daylight.  Damn, that kid is fast."
   "One round on the house, since The Kid stayed here at my hotel one
night," the manager said and the drinking was on.  The rumors and the story
got bigger and bigger the more whiskey that was poured.
   "Well, what he did in one day and a night here in Kansas City, was rid
us of two of the worst pieces of scum that have even taken up here.  I say
good riddance to them and good luck to The Kid," Police Chief Raiford
Watson said as he raised his glass in a toast.
   "You're right Chief, and let this be a lesson to other pieces of scum
that may pass this way, we're all friends with The Kid From Rawlison
Creek," the hotel manager said.
   "Hear, Hear," the crowd cheered and drank a few more rounds.
   Clete was feeling bad about leaving Kansas City the way he had.  Not
that he worried none over killing Stark and Billy Joe, but that he was
rushed out of gettin' some more pussy from the Brawner women, just when he
had them broke in good to his big cock too.
   Clete crossed the wooden bridge over the Missouri River into Kansas, the
towns looked the same to him on either side of the river.
   He was about fed up with big towns and decided to try to keep to the
smaller, friendlier towns he was used to.
   He had once heard some men talking about Wichita, Kansas and the name
just had a good ring to it.  Now that he was in Kansas, there was no way he
would miss the chance to go there and see with his own eyes the wild west
town of Wichita.
   He rode for hours at a slow but steady pace, not in a hurry, but glad to
be back out in the country again.  There weren't many folks going his way
and just a few going the other way.
   Clete overtook and rode alongside a double freight wagon like the one he
saw back in Kansas City the day he got there.  He looked ahead and saw
another freight wagon just like it, both loaded with lumber and building
materials and pulled by a ten mule hitches.
   "Where you folks headed," he asked the young boy handling the mules like
he had done it for years.
   "We're headed to Wichita, where you headed?" he said.
   'Damn if this boy didn't talk like a girl, but he sure could handle this
ten mule hitch like a man.'
   "I was thinking about heading over there myself.  I always heard stories
about Wichita and wanted to ride out and take a look at it."
   "So what do you do for a living, are you a drifter or a gambler or
looking for honest work?" The young kid asked.
   'Damn, ' Clete thought, 'this kid's younger than me, sounds like.'
   "I was looking to buy some land here in Kansas and settle down one day,
but I'd kinda like to see some of it first.  Was your Pa looking to hire
some help?"
   "Pa's dead, me and my sister took over his freight business and we're
headed to Wichita with these two loads of building materials."
   "So, that's your sister up there?  She must be older."
   "Yep that's her, she's a year older."
   "What the hell you young'uns driving wagons for, why don't you hire some
men to drive them and stay back and run the company?"
   "We had drivers, they all quit 'cause they kept gettin' stopped and our
wagons taken from them.  We decided to take them through ourselves."
   "So what happens when the robbers come now?"
   "We'll fight them off."
   "Better than grown men?"
   "The men weren't fighters, we have to fight or we'll lose the business."
   "Makes sense I reckon, how old are you kid?"
   "I'm nineteen."
   "Hell fire, you sure don't look like no nineteen year old boy."
   "I'm not a boy, I'm a girl," she said and took her flop hat off to let
her long straight hair fall over her shoulders.
   "Oh Hell; sorry, I thought you was a boy, I mean you didn't have long
hair and I couldn't see no tits under that big shirt."
   "Yeah, lots'a folks think my sister and I are boys at first, we try to
keep our hair pushed up under our hats so we look like boys too, neither of
us got big tits, so it's easy to do."
   "Well, I didn't mean nothin' bad about your tits, it's just that I
didn't see any."
   "No matter, we're gonna stop for the night up here at the next creek. 
You wanna meet my sister?  We might hire you to ride shotgun for us.  We
can pay you when we deliver."
   "Sure, I'll meet her and talk about it, I reckon." Clete was more than a
little interested now.  They might not have big tits, but this one was
damned pretty in the face.  She was a little girl too and she looked feisty
as hell.
   They rode for another thirty minutes, Clete and Annie making small talk
as he rode alongside her wagon.  She stood up twice and pulled her britches
down out of the crack of her butt and Clete took a whole new attitude about
this girl.
   'Damn, she may not be very big, but she's got a fine ass on her.  I
wonder if they like to fuck.'
   "We're here.  Franny's pulling over now.  We'll get the mules all
unhitched and watered, then fed.  If you want to help, you can gather up
some wood for a fire and we'll warm up some beans and bread," Annie told
him.
   "Sure, I'll help and I like beans.  Hell I was raised on beans and
biscuits."
   "We were too, I reckon it's the same all over ain't it?"
   "Yeah," Clete said as he watched Annie step backwards down from the
wagon seat, her shotgun in her hand.
   'Yep, a fine ass.'
   "Come on and meet Franny.  If she's agreeable, we'll put you on the
payroll and you can start now," Annie said as she brushed her long hair
back over her shoulder and walked up to where her sister was stretching and
walking the kinks out of her legs.
   "Franny, this is Clete, he might be willin' to hire on as shotgun for us
over to Wichita."
   "Hey Clete, we can't pay until we deliver, but we'll pay you twenty five
dollars to ride with us.  If we have to fight off marauders, we'll make it
fifty."
   "You got a deal, I don't know much about mules, but I'll help where I
can."
   "We'll get the mules watered, fed and hobbled, you gather fire wood and
get a fire started.  We usually put our beans on and take a bath while they
get good and hot.  Hope you like beans."
   "Love'em."
   "Good, we got plenty," Franny smiled, as she took her hat off and threw
it back up on the wagon seat.  Her long hair came past her butt, just like
Annie's did.  Both sisters stood about five feet tall, not as tall as Clete
really liked his women, but nicely built up.
   'Damn, they both look just alike.  No tits to speak of, least ways, none
that sticks out like I like'em, but they sure got pretty faces and they
both have some of the finest made asses I ever saw, made just to fit their
cute little bodies.  Hell, I better get busy, I'll get a hard on lookin' at
them asses.'
   Clete gathered up wood along the creek bank from underneath the trees;
there was a fire pit made of a ring of rocks put there by travelers of the
past and he piled the wood nearby.  He saw the cooking rack hanging on the
side of Franny's wagon and set it up to hold the bean pot over the fire. 
He lit the fire and took the cast iron pot of beans from the back of
Annie's wagon and hung it on the rack, then piled more wood on to get it
going good.
   Annie and Franny had their mules watered and hobbled along the bank of
the creek, they had laid out a bale of hay and scattered along the line of
mules.  They had left the full leather harnesses on the mules for the
night.
   "Damn Clete, them beans smell good already, me and Franny are gonna get
a bath.  You can take one up there a ways if you like."
   "I thought I'd just take one with you," Clete said as he smiled.  Hell
he may as well try his luck with these two sisters, they seemed friendly
enough.  Clete laughed and was shocked by Franny's answer.
   "Suit yourself, the water's cold though, so you better get ready for a
shock," Franny laughed as she and Annie started stripping their britches
and shirts off.
   Clete stood and watched as the sisters got buck ass naked and ran into
the cold water of the creek.  Damn he was right about them asses.  They had
as fine a pair of asses as he'd ever seen.  He was wrong about the titties
though, they both had two good mouthfuls each.  He was naked and running
right at them in just a short while.
   "Damn what a cock, Clete.  you ever fucked a girl with that horse cock?"
Franny asked, as she and Annie stared at his big, flopping cock.
   "Yep, fucked my share I reckon."
   "How old are you anyway Clete?"
   "Fifteen just a couple of days ago."
   "Damn boy, you sure are growed up for a fifteen year old an' overgrowed
in the cock department," Annie said.  She and Franny thought it was funny.
   "You sure ain't bashful none about bein' naked in front of us are you?"
Franny said as she and Annie started washing up between their legs and
across their good bite sized tits.
   'You just gonna stand there admirin' our naked asses or you gonna wash
your own," Annie said as she squatted and washed her almost hairless pussy.
   Franny washed her pussy then and damned if either of them had enough to
put together and make as much hair as his sister Patty Ann had on hers at
fourteen.  Clete liked the way they looked, though; he could see the tight
splits as they washed and bent over to wash up the crack of their butts.
   He was washing as fast as they were now.  He washed under his arms,
between his butt cheeks, then washed his long swelling cock real good,
rolling his heavy foreskin back and letting his cockhead pop out to get
cleaned up good.
   Both girls were through bathing and stood in the cool swift creek and
watched as Clete washed his cock and his big sack of nuts.
   "Lets get some of those beans.  We're all gonna be sounding like a bunch
of bugles before morning," Annie said as she and Franny watched Clete walk
out of the creek ahead of them.  Both girls were admiring how this young
man was put together, from top to bottom and all between.
   Clete was smilin' inside as he walked out on the creek bank.  He bent
over and grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head and picked his
britches up and hung them on the side of the lead wagon.  He put his gun
belt around his waist over his shirt and his cock hung out about halfway.
   Annie and Franny looked at each other and shrugged.  They both picked up
their man shirts and pulled them over their heads and picked up their
britches and hung beside Clete's.
   Clete watched them as they reached up to hang their britches up; both
their naked butts were exposed and their tight little legs were all
stretched and straining.
   Clete saw the sisters look at each other and smile, then turn to get
three tin plates and forks.  Annie grabbed a big wooden ladle from the side
box on the wagon and they all walked to the bean pot.
   'This is like playing poker, ' he thought.  'They anted up and I raised
them.  They sweetened the pot and I did too.  I'm gonna set across from
them at the fire and let them get a good long look at my cock and we'll see
who's got the best hand.'
   Annie and Franny got big, runnin' over plates of beans and two biscuits
and sat on a smooth log that had been rolled up to the fire spit just for
settin' on.
   Clete filled his plate to runnin' over and sat on a stump across from
them.  He looked and saw their little pussies flashing by the firelight in
the early night.
   They ate in silence as all three looked and wondered and even wished at
times.
   "Clete, are you sweet on any girl back home?" Annie asked.  She wanted
to know more about this boy with the mule cock between his legs.
   "No, I left there after my sister got married and my Ma moved out to
work on a ranch as a cook.  I sold the home place and hit the road.  I
reckon the two of you have fellers back over'n Kansas City dont'cha," he
said, drawing a couple of cards.
   "No, we never took the time to have fellers an' when Pa was alive we
didn't dare have a boy around, he'd have skinned him," Franny answered.
   "So, you never been fucked?"
   "She didn't say that, I said we didn't have fellers.  You said you
fucked before and you don't have no sweetheart," Annie said.
   "Yeah, I reckon what's fair for a boy is fair for a girl.  You both sure
got some nice asses."
   "Is that all you like about a girl, is their ass?" Annie fired back.
   "Well, no.  I was just thinking a bit ago that both y'all have the best
put together bodies I've seen, I mean everything just seems to go together,
and you both sure are feisty as hell, I like that."
   "You really think we're both well put together?" Franny smiled and
looked at Annie, then back at Clete.
   "Hell yeah, I do.  I mean neither of you got big tits, but what you got
sure looks good to me."
   "Clete, you're so full of shit you stink," Annie said and she and Franny
laughed.
   "Does that mean you both like me?" He laughed, and all three laughed
now.
   "Hell Clete, I liked you when you rode up beside me, and Franny wanted
to jump your ass in the creek, but I made her wait.  I didn't want us to be
too eager."
   "Can I lay between you two tonight?"
   "You think you're up for it?  I mean, we all know you got a long fat
cock, but me and Annie fuck like cats when we get heated up."
   "Are you both heated up now?"
   "Yep."
   "Do you like your titties sucked?"
   "Hell yes," Both sisters answered.
   "You ever had your pussy sucked?"
   "Hell no, have you ever sucked a girls pussy for real?"
   "Yes and she got so many cums she fell out."
   "No she didn't, did she?" Franny asked as she and Annie both squirmed on
the smooth log.
   "For a fact."
   "Clete?"
   "Yeah?"
   "If we give you some pussy, will you suck us both?"
   "I make a hell of a mess when I fuck a pussy, can we do the sucking
first."
   "HELL YES!" Both sisters said.
   "Let me get my horse unsaddled and settled in for the night.  If you two
are real serious about letting me lay between you, I'd sure suck your
pussies and make you scream like them cats you talked about."
   "Take care of your horse Clete, we'll be ready," Annie said.
  
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   "Annie?"
   "Yeah?"
   "Are you really gonna let him have some pussy if he sucks your pussy?"
   "He ain't gonna suck our pussies.  Men don't do that shit and you know
it."
   "But if he does, are you?"
   "If that big ol' boy will suck my pussy to a cum, he can fuck me."
   "If you do, I am too.  I heard it hurts to fuck the first time Annie,
you think that big ol' cock he's got will even go up in us?"
   "We've both been wantin' to get fucked for over a year and were scared
to ask a boy to fuck us.  We got one now that's handsome, polite and fun as
hell to palaver with.  Besides that, he's got the biggest fuckin' cock in
the world."
   "Yeah, you're right, I mean I was all wet just thinking about fucking
him, then when he started talking about sucking a woman's pussy, I started
dripping.  I'm gonna fuck his big cock," Annie.
   "I am too, it may hurt like hell and I may have to sit on a pillow
tomorrow, but I'll get that handsome cock up my pussy," Franny said.
   "Shit Franny, I wish the world was different.  I wish he was a rich
rancher and he wanted both of us to be his wives and fuck us and have a
yard full of kids, don't you?"
   "Hell yes, but the world is all fucked up and we'll never find that man
that will love both of us, or even one of us.  We're too fuckin' short, you
heard Clete, he thinks we're O.K., but he likes big tits and a girl that is
tall like him."
   "Well, he's as close as I've ever come to havin' a dream man that I
wanted to lay with me the first time and give my pussy to."
   "I know.  I wish Pa hadn't got kicked in the head by that wild-ass mule
he bought, he'd have made lots of money and we'd have had a chance then."
   "Hell, Franny, lets just forget all this shit and if Clete wants some
pussy, let's fuck the hell out of his ass.  If he really does suck our
pussies, we'll try to get him to let us stay with him, the hell with the
freight business."
   "I'm in."
  
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   "You girls backed out on getting your pussy sucked?"
   "Clete, if you're really gonna do it, just come get one of us and get
started, we're not foolin' no more," Annie said as she sat up naked on the
wide bedroll they had laid out for all of them.
   "Franny, since I met Annie first, will it be alright for me to suck her
pussy first.  I'd let you play with my cock and suck on it while I did."
   "Clete, you're really not foolin' are you?" Annie said.
   "No, now lay down Annie."
   "Clete, I'm scared now, we never even fucked before, will it hurt?"
   "I figured as much, and no, we'll take it slow and not hurt your pussy.
I want a bunch more pussy from you two and I ain't even got my first yet."
   "Like this, Clete?  You'll have to show us," Annie said as she lay back,
her legs locked straight out and tight together.
   "Open your legs and relax, I'm not gonna hurt you, I am gonna pleasure
you.  Now I'm gonna start up here with these little apple sized tits that I
been wanting to suck on since I first saw them.  Most women like their tits
to be sucked, let me know if you do." Clete laid beside Annie with Franny
next to him, she was ready to lick and suck on that big handsome cock.
   Clete leaned over and touched Annie's titty with his fingers and rubbed
it lightly, just like Eveline Crawley showed him.  He circled that one and
Annie started to shiver.  He circled the other one and she moaned and
shivered more.
   Clete leaned over and sucked the finest little tiny nipple in his mouth
that he'd ever sucked on, Clete fell in love with these titties right then
and sucked and licked all over both of them.
   Annie was like a snake crawling across a bed of hot coals, she was in
knots and her arms and legs were flailing and she was screaming into the
night.
   "Does it hurt Annie?" he asked and smiled at her in the light of the
campfire.
   "Fuck no Clete, you weren't lying, you suck titty real good.  I hope you
suck pussy as good as you suck titty."
   "I'm gonna lick your belly now Annie, then I am gonna lick your belly
button."
   "Ohhhh Clete, don't tell me no more, just do it, I am about to have a
fit."
   "I like licking your belly Annie and watching it bounce up and down and
shake and twitch.  Watch this Franny, I am about to lick your sisters
pussy."
   "You really are, ain'tcha?  You're gonna lick her pussy."
   "When I suck her pussy, suck my cock head Franny."
   "I will Clete, I will.  I want to see you lick her, then suck her pussy
like you are kissing it." Franny was right at her sisters' pussy now so she
could see his tongue lick right up her split.
   Annie went wild, she was kicking and flailing her arms and legs until
Clete couldn't get but one good lick every now and then.
   "We gotta make a change here Annie.  Set up and let me lay down."
   "I'll try to be still Clete, but it felt so fucking good I was having
problems even breathing."
   "It's alright Annie, you get on top of me and slide up here where I can
suck your pussy while you set on my face.  Just don't hurt me."
   "OH Clete, are you sure?  That sounds so wicked, me sitting on your
face," Annie said as she straddled his chest and scooted up to where she
was almost over his mouth.
   Clete grabbed her by her butt cheeks and pulled her over his face.  He
plugged his face to her tight wet pussy and sucked hard and deep.
   "AAAAiiiiiiaaaaaiiiiaaaahhhhhhhhhHHHHHHh," Annie screamed into the
Kansas plains and the coyotes howled and yelped back in answer.
   Clete held her tight to his face and kept right on sucking, he felt her
jerk and get stiff then start all over again.  Time and again she went
stiff and yelled as she got her cum.
   Franny was excited as she was sucked Clete's big cock into her mouth as
far as she could get it.  Twice she thought she was about to get the big
fat knob in her mouth so she could suck better, but she couldn't get it to
go all the way in.
   "STOP CLETE, STOP!" Annie yelled, and jerked free to roll over, on her
knees and grinning at him.
   "Clete, my pussy belongs to you," Annie said as she looked at him, the
firelight dancing across her little titties and her flat belly.  Her face
was even more beautiful to Clete now than before.  She looked like the only
picture of an angel he'd ever seen and he felt something he'd never felt
before as he looked at her.
   "Franny, you come up here and set on my face, only you turn around the
wrong way.  Annie, you climb up on my belly and set down on my cock.  I
want you to fuck me with your sweet little pussy."
   "Clete, can we all do that?" Franny asked.
   "Yes we can.  You and Annie will be looking right at each other and
helping each other as we all fuck and suck."
   "Hell, I'm in.  I want this cock up my pussy so bad, I'm gonna get it
one way or another," Annie said as she straddled Clete's belly and scooted
back until she felt her pussy spread as it rode the fat rod long ways.
   "OHHHHH SHITTTTT.  I see what all the fucking yelling was about now,
FUCK ALMIGHTY, my pussy loves this shit," Franny said as she bucked and
rode Clete's face, her sexy ass cheeks straddling his nose as he sucked and
licked her pussy.
   "Clete, are you sure you got this cock up a girls pussy before, I just
don't think it's gonna go up in miiiiiiine.  OH FUCK, it went in my pussy.
I am fucking, Franny, I am fucking a big cock.  Damn it hurts.  No it
don't, I love it.  FUCK it hurts," Annie was laughing and crying, she was
hurting but she felt better than she had ever felt before in her life.
   "Get some more Annie, it'll be feelin' good in a bit and you'll be
buckin' and fartin' like a bronc rider."
   "I got a bunch more then, OH FRANNY!  I am fucking Clete's handsome cock
up my pussy and it feels SOOOOooooo good."
   "Lick Franny's titties Annie, show her what it feels like since I can't
get to them," Clete told her as he started fucking up into her tight pussy
as she rode down on him.  They got a good movement going and she was taking
more and more of him deeper and deeper as she fucked him and he fucked
back.
   "OH SHIT," Franny yelled as her sister sucked her tiny little nipples
and pulled them into her mouth hard.  She nibbled on them and Franny nearly
left the ground as she went really wild now.
   "Suck Annie's titties now Franny, suck them just like she sucked yours
and watch her fuck my cock."
   Franny smiled at Annie as she leaned over to get a good lip hold on her
little nipple.  Annie went into a fucking fit that Clete could hardly
match.
   Annie shook hard and screamed, just before she felt her pussy open up
and take all of Clete's cock.  She was laughing again as she fell over on
Franny and started to cum so hard she shook and her eyes rolled back. 
Annie never felt Clete's big cock shoot her tender little pussy full of his
seed.  She fell over on her side, farted, giggled and went to sleep.
   "Franny, turn around and set on my cock.  You and me are gonna fuck
now."
   "I'm ready Clete, fuck my pussy just like you did Annie's."
   Franny scrambled around to sit on Clete's belly and felt his cock head
pressing against her tight pussy lips, she was dripping wet and she wanted
him so bad she was already hurting in her pussy.
   Clete took her fine ass cheeks in each hand and used them to push and
pull her back and forth to get her in a good fucking motion.  Franny got
the feeling now and she started getting faster; all of a sudden she felt
his cock head slip into her slippery wet pussy and snap her little cherry
out of the way as it pushed deeper and deeper.
   "Clete, you can fuck me back now, my pussy wants you." Franny smiled as
she looked down at his sweating face in the firelight.
   Clete rammed his belly up hard and ran the fat head all the way to her
womb as she screamed and held to his wrists as they both got hard, deep
cums.  Franny was sweating as bad as Clete now and they were slick with
each other's sweat and cum as Clete began fucking her again.
   Franny caught up with him and was sliding her wet ass across his wet
belly and felt another storm building in her belly as she slid and slipped
up and down on his long hard cock.
   "I'm getting one Clete, this is a big one, OH SHIT!" Franny said as
Clete shot her pussy full of man seed.  Franny fell over beside her sister
and Clete walked to the creek to cool off before laying back between them.
   He reached out and pulled each of them over to his naked chest where
they snuggled up to sleep 'til dawn.
   "You girls gonna sleep all day?  If you get up now, I'll help you wash
your pussies in the creek and we can fuck one more time before we ride on,"
Clete said as he nudged the sisters while they slept.
   "You ain't getting' in this pussy for another day Clete, I think you may
have tore my pussy some on the inside," Franny said.
   "Mine too Franny, damn it was good though wasn't it?" Annie laughed.
   "Hell yes it was good and as soon as I can take that fat cock back in my
sore pussy, I'm gonna fuck his ass like he ain't never been fucked before,"
Annie said as she rolled over and sat up on her tender bottom.
   "Damn, my ass hole is sore from the fucking you put on my pussy Clete."
   "You liked it didn't you, Annie?"
   "Clete, I fuckin' loved it."
   "Clete, I got a question for you," Franny said.
   "Alright."
   "You ain't gonna throw us away are you, you still gonna help us get to
Wichita?"
   "Hell yes, now get them naked asses up and get dressed.  We got miles to
make today if we're gonna get there this week anytime."
   "Can we fuck you again when our pussies get well Clete?" Annie asked as
she leaned her head up to kiss Clete on the lips.
   "We're gonna fuck a bunch of times, that is if we ever get to Wichita.
Now get them naked asses up before I stick my cock in you again right
here."
   "Damn, I could die happy if you fucked me to death, but I want it to
feel good too.  Come on Franny, let's get up and get the mules hitched,
it'll be daylight soon."
   "When we get all this freight to Wichita, I'll buy us a hotel room and
we'll lay up for a week or so before you two head back, that is if you're a
mind to."
   "Hell yes, Clete, we want to be with you, and thanks," Franny said.
   When good light hit the plains, the mules were all hitched, the beans
back in the wagon for the next meal and the sisters were sitting on big
blankets piled high on the hard wooden wagon seats.
   Clete rode on ahead for a few miles to scout out what lay ahead.  He was
gone for the most part of the morning before he came back to where the
sisters were stopped to water the mules.
   "We got a camp on up ahead about three miles, there's maybe ten men
there with a no good look about'em.  I figure they already know where we
are and when we'll get there; the best bet is for us to ride on like we
don't know nothin'."
   "We'll be ridin' into an ambush if they're lookin' to take us over and
steal our goods and wagons," Annie said.
   "Well, we'll plan a little ambush of our own before we get there.  Now
lets get back in the trail and I'll tell you what I got in mind.  If it
turns out they were just campin' on a picnic, we'll laugh about it when we
get to Wichita.  Now can both of you use a rifle?"
   "We got rifles and shotguns in the wagon box Clete.  Pa showed us all
about guns, since he never had any boys."
   Clete explained what he had in mind and told them that it all depended
on them and how well they carried out their part.
   "We'll do it just like you said Clete, we'll burn their asses up with
buckshot if they come at us," Annie said and smiled at him.
   "Let's get ready, then we'll hit the trail.  If we keep them waitin' too
long, they'll know somethin's up."
   Annie and Franny both took to gettin' their extra clothes out and moved
up to the seats of their wagons.
   "We're ready Clete," They said.
   "Lets get'em headed on up the trail then, we got company waitin'."
   Clete rode on ahead a ways, then cut off to the north, through the
brushy part of the plains.  He figured they'd not look for anyone to be
here and they'd sure not come through here no matter what.
   He was right.  He got all the way up to where he wanted to be and
stepped off his horse to wait.  Clete had some thinking to do while he
waited, he still wanted to buy some land by a creek here in Kansas and
start his own spread.  He felt the urge to hurry that up a bit now, for
some reason.
   He heard the wagons in the distance and knew if he was right, they'd be
hit as soon as they got here to the soft part of the trail where the
pulling was hard and the brush came right to the edges of the trail on both
sides.
   Clete saw a movement in the brush on the other side a few yards from
where he was.  He slipped away from his horse and made his way back a few
yards closer to the wagons now as he saw them coming around a bend in the
trail.
   'This is it, this is where they'll hit us, I sure hope I'm not getting'
them girls killed, I'm comin' to like them a lot, ' he thought as he took
the second Colt and holster from his saddle bags that he took from the two
poker players that were playin' partners.
   'Damn, seems like a long time ago.'
   'There they are.'
   The riders came from both sides of the trail and blasted the drivers off
the wagons.  Only it wasn't the drivers, it was stuffed clothes like
scarecrows.  The two girls stepped out of the brush with shotguns a
blazin'.
   Clete stepped out behind the men and took four of them out with both
Colts firing as fast as he could pull the triggers.  One man whirled and
fired at him.  Clete felt the bullet tear through his shirt sleeve, then
killed the man as he raised his gun for another shot.
   The sisters were still firing the shotguns at one of the men hunkered
down behind the wagon wheels in back.
   Clete saw him run from the wagon toward the brush, he took three steps
before his legs crumpled under him.
   Clete made a quick count and counted only nine laying in the trail and
the edge of the bushes.  He walked fast to the sisters, there was one more
and he didn't want them to get caught thinking they were all down.
   Clete was running now, he felt like there was bad things about to
happen. Sure enough, there he was, running toward the girls now.  He pulled
up and raised his rifle.
   "SHOOT," Clete screamed at the girls and pointed behind them.
   They both whirled and fired at the same time Clete fired with his Colt.
   The man fell in a heap and so did Annie.
   "ANNIE!" Clete screamed as he ran to her.
   "Fuck, I twisted my ankle in this wagon rut when I turned," Annie yelled
when Clete rolled her over.
   Clete and Franny fell to the dusty trail, all over Annie and the three
of them rolled and laughed and cried.
   "Annie, I thought you'd been shot when you went to the ground like that.
I think my heart stopped 'til I saw you smile at me." Clete said.
   "My Lord Annie, you scared the piss out of me, I just knew you were
gone, don't you ever scare me like that again or I will beat your ass raw,"
Franny said as she rolled and hugged and kissed her sister in the dust.
   "Clete, did we get'em all?" Annie asked.
   "I counted ten and that's what I counted one night and the next morning
at their camp, so I reckon we did."
   "It all worked out just like you planned it Clete.  They fell for the
dummies in the wagon seats and never saw Franny and me 'til it was too
late. Then when you opened up on their asses, none of them knew where to
go," Annie said as she sat rubbing her ankle, which was beginning to swell
now.
   "We need to get on the trail as soon as we can, I'll help you get to the
wagon.  Franny, you get her guns and gather up all the guns of these
bastards.  When I get Annie carried to her wagon, I'll round up all the
horses and tie 'em on back of the wagons and we'll sell them off in
Wichita."
   "Damn Clete, you sure earned your money today and you earned some more
good fuckin' too.  If we weren't in a hurry I'd fuck you right here in the
dirt," Franny said as she gathered all the rifles and handguns.
   "Just remember that offer, and we'll spend at least a week at the hotel
in Wichita, fucking, sucking and eating."
   "We'll both be ready for your long fat cock by then," Annie said as she
propped her foot up on the front of the wagon bed.  She left her 'dummy' of
stuffed clothes sitting beside her.
   "Hell, I ain't got no clothes 'cept what I got on, that ain't full of
bullet holes," Annie laughed.
   "You wont need any for at least a day or two, then I'll buy you both
some fancy duds," Clete said.
   "You'll buy us fancy duds?" Franny asked in shock.
   "Yep, I reckon I've took more'n a small likin' to the both of you and
I'm gonna make you a deal when we get to Wichita and settle up."
   Annie and Franny looked at each other and grinned.
   "Alright girls, get these wagons rolling, we've still got a day and a
half to go."
   "Yes Sir, Mr.  Clete," Annie said and they laughed; Clete looked at both
these pretty young girls, dressed in men's clothes and smiling their pretty
faces back at him.  Their shirts were tore open in front and them little
tits jiggling as they moved.
   'Damn, they'd look good in anything, even rolled in dirt and sweat.'
Clete felt his heart swell with pride; or something.  He guessed it was
pride, he sure was proud of the way they handled themselves in all the
shootin'.
   The fourth day out of Kansas City, Missouri, they rolled the heavy,
double hitch freight wagons into Wichita, Kansas.
   The sisters had told Clete that they were hired by Leamon Blackwood to
haul the building materials to Wichita and Clete had rode out ahead to meet
with Mr.  Blackwood and make arrangements to have the wagons unloaded.
   Leamon Blackwood was a hotel owner and a gambler.  He wanted the
building materials to build a new hotel and convert his old hotel to a
gambling hall and saloon.
   Clete met the man at his hotel and fell into instant dislike with him.
He was rude to his employees and his patrons, with a smirky attitude as
well.
   "Well Mr.  Blackwood, I reckon we'll have the wagons here in less than
an hour, have you made arrangements to have them unloaded?"
   "Mr.  Hawkins, I made the deal that the materials would be delivered,
they won't be delivered until you unload them at my building site across
the street," The man smiled at his plan to have the freighters unload the
lumber, saving him another fifteen or twenty dollars for labor.
   "I'm just the paid escort for the freighters, Mr.  Blackwood.  I'll have
to relay this back to them and let them decide."
   "You look like a sporting man Mr.  Hawkins, I'd be willing to cut the
cards on the whole kit and caboodle if you've a mind to."
   "Spell it all out Mr.  Blackwood.  I'm not sure I could take such a
gamble with the freight owner's property and money."
   Clete was gettin' his good feelin' back now that cards were mentioned,
this might turn out to the good of him and the sisters.
   "Well, I was proposing that you and I cut cards to see who pays for
unloading the materials, low card pays."
   "Well, I'm not that good around cards, though I've fooled with them
some. But I'm feelin' kinda lucky today, I'll take that offer," Clete said
as he watched the man shuffle the cards on the table.
   "Them look to be some worn cards, can we have some new ones, since this
is my and yours first ever card game?"
   "Mr.  Hawkins, I see no reason to open a new deck just for one cut,
we'll just use these."
   "Then I'll pay for the new deck, I just feel bad about using old worn
cards on our first ever card cutting game.  I know a man of your standing
will know that I'm talkin' about."
   "I understand, here's a new deck," he said and pulled a new wrapped deck
from a drawer, took the Jokers out and shuffled for a long time, smiling
all the time.
   "You cut first Mr.  Hawkins, since this is your first time ever at a
card table." He grinned at this boy's stupidity.
   "Thanks Mr.  Blackwood," Clete smiled and reached for the deck; Clete
had never in his life lost in a card cuttin'.
   He didn't lose that day either; he drew the Ace of Spades.
   "Lordy, would you just look at that, it must be my lucky day." Clete
laughed and clapped his hands like a kid.
   "You are a very lucky young man Mr.  Hawkins, maybe we could have us a
more gentlemanly card game later on," he said as he looked at his eight of
hearts."
   "The way my luck is runnin' right now Mr.  Blackwood, I'd be ashamed to
take any more of your money."
   "Nonsense, I am a gentleman and I like to gamble.  When we get the
wagons unloaded and you get a bath, come see me and I'll buy your supper
and we'll play us some cards afterward," Mr.  Blackwood said as he looked
at the tall kid with dirt all over his face, clothes and hands.
   "Now that sounds like a offer a man like me could never say no to."
Clete reached out and shook the man's hand, and watched as Mr.  Blackwood
wiped his hand on his pants leg after shaking with him.
   Clete was grinnin' when he got back out to meet the sisters.
   "Did you find Mr.  Blackwood?  Can they get the wagons unloaded today?"
   "I met with him and we even had a little card game, I won and he's
payin' to have the lumber unloaded."
   "Damn Clete, we usually have to at least pay half, how'd you ever work
that?" Annie asked and grinned, she sure liked ol' Clete more every day
now.
   "I just played his game and let him talk me into it, then I won.  It was
easy."
   "Well, we sure need to keep you around if you're gonna make good deals
like that for us," Franny said and looked at Annie.  They'd already talked
about makin' him a permanent deal, if he was interested.
   "We'll talk more over supper, Mr.  Blackwood's payin' for our supper and
me and him's gonna play some more cards after supper.  We'll get you both
some fancy duds and you can watch us play."
   "Gosh dern Clete, you're just full of surprises, you must have really
made a good impression on the man," Franny said.
   "I reckon I did, but then I like you both and I wanted to see you smile,
so I tried to get us a good deal."
   "We like you Clete too, lets get these wagons into town, we need a hot
bath," Annie said.
   
  
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