by JR Roberts
“You always walk around the halls like that?” he asked.
She smiled. “Not always. Only when you’re in the house.”
He was bare-chested and bare-foot, but still wearing his jeans. She walked to him and began to undo his belt.
“Didn’t you have enough this afternoon?” he asked.
“No,” she said, sliding his pants to the floor, “it was too quick, and it took me a long time to get the hay out of my ... well, there was hay.” She remained on her knees, eyed his thickening cock and ran her hands up and down his thighs. “This time I want us to take it slow.”
“Slow is good,” he said, looking down at her.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, still running her hands along his thighs, Finally, she brought them around to his penis which by now was almost fully erect. She took it in her hand and stroked it a few times, licking her lips. Once it was completely hard in her hand she said, “I want to do somethin’ I never did with my husband.”
“Do anything you like,” he said. “I’m all yours.”
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, tasting the bulging head. “Oh my,” she said, and licked it again, wetting it thoroughly. “You taste good.”
“Well, that’s—” he started, but stopped when she opened his mouth and took the head of his cock inside. Then she began to suck him in, taking more and more, while still holding onto him tightly. “Jesus ...”
“You like that?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Very much,” he said.
She smiled, then took him into her mouth again. Looking up at him, keeping her eyes locked on his, she took more and more of him into her mouth, then began to slide him in and out until he was glistening with her saliva.
“You sure you’ve never done this before?” he asked.
“Never,” she said, releasing him, “but I heard about it. My husband wouldn’t let me, but I really didn’t want to do it to him, anyway. He wasn’t as smooth and pretty as you. His was ugly and ... all veiny.”
She sucked him until he couldn’t take it anymore, and then he had to forcibly remove himself from her hungry mouth. She laughed when he lifted her up and deposited her on the bed, then crawled between her thighs to return the favor.
He ate her until she was soaking wet and flopping about on the bed, beating her fists against the mattress, then crawled on top of her and slid into her.
“Oh God, yes,” she said, wrapping her arms around her. “Slowly, if you can.”
“As you like, Ma’am,” he said into her ear, and started moving in and out of her in agonizingly slow strokes.
~*~
Skinner walked across the camp, from fire to fire, until he found Murdock and Fenner at one of them, eating beans. The West was full of gangs, now. The day of the lone gunman was over, and the only way to make a living anymore was to be part of a group like this. The Lomax gang was nothing like the old James gang, or the old Reno Gang. Lomax ran it like a military unit. And he picked their jobs very carefully so that they’d be profitable to all. The exception was what they did to Corazon. That was personal. And so were the Perkins sisters.
“What’re you doin’ here?” Murdock asked. “Not enough beans with the boss?”
“I ain’t here to eat,” Skinner said, squatting down.
“Whataya here for, then?” Fenner asked.
“To talk to you two.”
“About what?” Murdock asked.
“You said you saw a man at the Perkins house.”
“That’s right,” Fenner said.
“The boss wants me to have a look tomorrow. Tell me about him.”
“Not much to tell,” Murdock said. “He met them in town, helped them clean out the mercantile, rode back to the house with them. He unloaded, then put his horse in the barn with their team and the buckboard.”
“So he’s stayin’.”
“Looks like it,” Fenner said. “He was still there the next day.”
“What’s he look like?”
“Tall, not too big,” Fenner said.
“Wearin’ a gun?”
“Oh yeah,” Murdock said.
“Tell me about the horse.”
“Big one,” Fenner said. “I ain’t never seen one like it. It’s a beauty.”
“You think he saw you followin’ or watchin’?”
“Naw,” Murdock said, “we was careful. He didn’t see nothin’. Besides, he was lust lookin’ at them women.”
“I was lookin’ at them, too,” Fenner said. “Especially that young one.”
“Don’t be thinkin’ like that, Fenner,” Skinner said, standing up. “You’ll just get yourself in trouble.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Fenner said.
“I’m goin’ out there tomorrow,” Skinner said. “You two stay in camp.”
“Suits us,” Murdock said.
“When are we gonna move on?” Fenner asked. “We been around here too long.”
“I’ll let you know when the boss lets me know,” Skinner said. “Just keep doin’ what you’re told and don’t think too much. You’ll stay outta trouble that way.”
Skinner walked away and Fenner said to Murdock, “I could use some trouble like that young one.”
Twenty-One
Clint woke the next morning with Teresa lying on his left arm. Her back was to him, her butt pressed up against his hip as he lay on his back. His right arm was free, he could reach for his gun if he needed to. Even asleep his instincts made sure of that.
He slid his arm from beneath her without waking her. He felt a weakness in his legs, because she kept waking during the night and crawling on top of him. He knew if he woke her now the same thing would happen. Maybe he could get dressed and be out of the room before that happened.
He slid on his jeans, paused when she stirred for a moment, then pulled on his boots and grabbed his shirt. He slipped it on, didn’t bother buttoning it, and grabbed the gunbelt from the bedpost. He strapped on the gun on the way to the door, and exited the room. The hall was empty, thankfully, so he took the time to button his shirt. The house smelled of bacon and coffee, which meant somebody was down in the kitchen, already. All the doors in the hall were closed, so he couldn’t tell who was still asleep and who was up and around. And the other sisters would probably assume that Teresa was behind her closed door.
He went downstairs, saw that the dining room table was not yet set with plates and cups. As he entered the kitchen, Loretta turned from the stove to face him.
“Oh, it’s you,” she said.
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
“No, sorry, I didn’t mean that,” she said. “I was waiting for Belinda or Teresa to come down and set the table.”
“Well, since I’m here and they’re not,” he said, “I’ll do it.”
“It’s not man’s work,” she said.
“It has to be done right?” he asked. “It’s anybody’s work who happens to be here to do it.”
“All right,” she said, “the plates are over there, the silverware over there.” She pointed.
“Got it.”
He busied himself getting the table set up for breakfast, including coffee cups and glasses. By the time Belinda appeared, the job was done.
“I can’t believe Loretta made you do this,” she said, looking at him across the table.
“She didn’t make me,” he said. “I volunteered.”
“She’s gonna yell at me, anyway,” Belinda said.
“Well then, I suggest you go in and get the coffee pot.”
“Right.”
Clint sat down and waited while Loretta and Belinda brought breakfast out. By the time they were ready to eat Teresa entered the room.
“It’s about time!” Loretta said. “You got here just in time to eat.”
“Sorry,” Teresa said, “I overslept.”
“Well, just eat,” Loretta said, sitting down, “and then we can get on with the day.”
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bsp; That suited Clint and he speared a piece of bacon.
~*~
After breakfast, Clint and Teresa again went out to make still more repairs. Clint felt that by the end of the day he might be finished, and the following morning he’d be ready to leave. He didn’t mention that to Teresa until halfway through the day.
“But there’s still so much ...” she said, trailing off.
What she actually meant was, so much more that she and her sisters needed from him. She was going to have to tell Loretta what he’d said. Hopefully, her big sister had figured out a way to keep him there.
~*~
Once again, during the work, Clint had the feeling they were being watched. But he wasn’t able to spot anyone. Whoever it might have been, they were good, and that in itself was worrisome.
~*~
Watching them from a bluff was Skinner, and indeed, expert at what he did. He made sure that, from his position, there was no way the sun would glint off the lenses of his field glasses, tipping somebody off to his location.
He watched as Teresa and the man worked, waiting for the man to turn and present a good view of himself. Finally, it came, about halfway through the day. The man stood, turned, removed his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow, and Skinner got a good, clear look at his face.
And he knew him.
Oh, did he know him!
He crawled back from the edge of the bluff, stood and ran for his horse.
~*~
Skinner got back to camp, dismounted even before his horse had come to a stop. He made it to the cabin on the run and burst inside.
Lomax rolled off the naked girl and grabbed for his gun, pointing it at Skinner. The girl seemed unconcerned. Skinner recognized her as Millie, in her 30’s with huge breasts and wide hips. Her nipples were brown, surrounded by large aureole.
“What the hell—” Lomax said. “Stop staring, damn you!”
Lomax was naked, his cock almost fully hard and obscenely thick.
“Sorry,” Skinner said, averting his eyes from both of them, “sorry, boss, but I thought you should know—”
“Millie!” Lomax snapped, lowering his gun. “Get dressed and get out. Come back in half an hour.”
“Yeah, sure.” She got up, grabbed her skirt and yanked it on, then her shirt. She grinned at both men as she slid it on slowly, and then buttoned it, covering her breasts. Skinner had wanted to be with Millie for a long time, but she was Lomax’s. The other women in camp were passed around, but not Millie.
“Ta ta,” she said, and went out the door.
Lomax sat up in his bed, making no effort to try to hide his softening cock. He kept his gun in his hand.
“All right,” he said, running his hand through his already messy mass of hair, “what’s this all about?”
“You wanted me to take a look at the man out at the Perkins place,” Skinner said.
“That’s right,” Lomax said, “so what the hell are you doin’ here?”
“I saw him, Lomax. I saw him!”
“And?”
“It’s Clint Adams.”
Lomax stared at Skinner for a few seconds, then said, “The Gunsmith?”
“That’s right.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Skinner said. “I know him.”
“You’ve seen him before, you mean?”
“No, I mean, I know him,” Skinner said “Met him years ago. He’s older now but I’d know him anywhere.”
Lomax rubbed his jaw, put his gun down on the bed next to him.
“Pour us a couple of whiskeys, Skinner,” he said.
Skinner walked across the room, grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured two glasses while Lomax got his clothes on. He handed his boss a glass, and Lomax downed it.
“The goddamned Gunsmith,” Lomax said. “This is good.”
“This is bad, Lomax,” Skinner said. “This is very bad.”
“No, it’s good. It’s gonna be good. You’ll see.” He held his glass out. “Get me another drink.”
Twenty-Two
At supper that night Clint rehashed what he had told Teresa during the day. He didn’t know that Teresa had already informed her sisters of their conversation.
“I’ll be leaving tomorrow,” he said.
“Do you have to?” Belinda asked.
“It’s time,” he said. “I’ve made all the repairs I can, and I’m not finding out any more about what happened to Corazon.”
“It wouldn’t matter if you did,” Loretta said.
“Well then,” Clint said, again, “time to move on.”
“If you have to, you have to,” Loretta said.
“I want to thank you all for your hospitality.”
“Really?” Teresa asked. “We should thank you for ... everythin’.”
“The work you’ve done has been very helpful,” Loretta said.
“And everythin’ else.” Belinda smiled.
She and Teresa exchanged a glance. Loretta maintained her stern look, however.
“Girls,” Loretta said, “help me clear the table. Clint, we’ll bring coffee out to the porch.”
“Fine with me,” he said.
It was nearly dark when he went out, but he was able to scan the horizon again. As had been the case the night before, he didn’t sense that anyone was out there. But he did feel someone had been watching during the day. Maybe if he brought that up over coffee, Loretta would talk to him about Corazon.
The girls came out with coffee and pie and they all sat to enjoy the dessert.
“Loretta,” Clint said, “somebody was watching us today as we worked.”
“Really? Who?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you,” he said. “Who would be watching us not only today, but yesterday, as well.”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Really?”
“Why would you think I’d know?”
“Because you know what happened in Corazon and you don’t want to tell me,” he said.
“What makes you think if you’re bein’ watched it has anythin’ to do with that?” Loretta asked. “I mean, considerin’ who you are?”
“You’re right,” he said. “It could just be about me. So you have nothin’ to tell me?”
“Clint, I’m sorry if you feel I’m keepin’ somethin’ from you,” she said. “And even if I am, you have to trust me that I have my reasons.”
“Fair enough,” he said. “I think I’ll finish my coffee and then go to my room. I’m feeling a little tuckered out from the day’s work.”
“That’s only natural,” Teresa said. “I feel the same way.”
Clint stood up to go back into the house ... and that was all he remembered ...
Twenty-Three
When he woke up the first thing he noticed was that his gunbelt was not hanging from the bedpost.
The second thing he noticed was that he was handcuffed to that same bedpost.
“Hey!” he said, looking around. He was in the bed in his room, still dressed, although his boots had been removed. “What the—” His head was pounding.
“What’s going on?” he shouted. “Hey!”
His door was closed, but he heard someone walking in the hallway. When the door opened, Loretta came walking in, her face somber.
“Loretta, what the hell—what’d you give me?”
“Just somethin’ to make you sleep,” she said.
“How long?”
“It’s only been a couple of hours.”
Clint blinked. For a moment she seemed to shimmer. He shook his head to try and clear it.
“What’s this about?” he asked, yanking on the handcuffs.
“We can’t let you leave, Clint.”
“Why not?”
“We need you.”
“All you had to do was ask,” he said.
“You’ve already been helpin’ us,” she said. “But when you talked about leavin’. We had to do somethin’.”
”K
nock me out and handcuff me?”
“It was all I could think of,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Well, take these handcuffs off.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re mad now, and you’ll leave.”
“You’re damn right I’m mad,” Clint said. “I’ve been nothin’ but nice to you three and this is how you treat me?”
“I said I’m sorry.” She turned back to the door. “I have to go.”
“Wait a minute!” he shouted. “You can’t leave me like this.”
“You get some sleep,” she said. “You’ll feel better in the mornin’.”
“And then you’ll release me?”
She didn’t answer, and went out the door.
“Loretta!”
~*~
About an hour later—although it seemed longer—he was still awake when the door opened again. This time Teresa came in.
“Thank God,” he said. “You’re the reasonable one.”
“I just came to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’ll be okay when you get these cuffs off me.”
She looked very sad as she told him, “I can’t.”
“Teresa, this isn’t right,” he said. “You can’t force me to stay here.”
“It’s just for a while,” she said.
“How long is a while?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Loretta says it’s just ...”
“Just what?” Clint asked. “What does Loretta say?”
“It’s just until you get Belinda pregnant.”
“What?”
Teresa looked worried. “Maybe I shouldn’t’ve told you.”
“Wait a minute,” Clint said. “This has been Loretta’s plan all along? That I get Belinda pregnant?”
“Well—”
“Then why have all three of you been having sex with me?” he demanded, cutting her off.
“It’s just been a long time,” she said, “and Loretta and ... and me, we’re barren ... we can’t have kids. But Belinda can.”
“I’m sorry about that, but this is just wrong.”
“I know it is!” she snapped. “But there’s nothin’ I can do about it.”
She turned toward the door.
“Teresa, wait!”
But she ran from the room.
~*~