These stories are meant to be read serially. The first ones can be found on my profile
We got up the next morning pretty late as the sun was already above the hills on the horizon. We were determined to make good time so for the next days we really hustled with only a few invigorating interludes.
What with hard driving from almost dawn to dark, we were pretty exhausted at the end of the day. I was becoming especially burned out as the girls could alternate when it came to our amorous intervals where I had to carry the burden all by myself. I was certainly leading a harsh existence. But, being the trooper that I am, I did it uncomplaining and with head held high.
After quite some period of time I realized we were going to have to take a break, as the horses were getting pretty peaked too. I knew of a good place to do that, so we pulled into this little town one early afternoon. To call this place a town was really stretching the point. If it had had a name you should have been able to spell it with one letter. If you rode in too fast you would have bumped into your own ass as you were leaving.
All this place had was a combination general store, tavern, and restaurant in a pretty good sized building. Across the road was a blacksmith shop. There was an area aside of the blacksmith for wagon parking and was usually fairly full as people naturally stopped here. Except for a couple of cabins strung haphazardly around, that was it. This little place was surprisingly prosperous as It had a good, deep, cold well in quite a dry area. It was the only good water in quite a ways in either direction.
The businesses did well 'cause there were always repairs for the blacksmiths to do on broken wagons and for the surrounding ranches,and the other business always had people buying supplies or having food or a drink. I knew the two brothers, Dave and Jack, who ran the blacksmith quite well as I'd stopped and had a few parties with them from time to time.
Their sister, Ethel, ran the other business with the help of a couple Indian girls and a bartender. After I'd arranged for the boys to repair the wagon tongue and one wheel on the wagon, I proceeded to the bar. When inside, I looked around and noticed Sandra and Jasmine in the store section getting the supplies we needed.
We were getting pretty close to Sante Fe and we had agreed the ladies should start acting their parts of rich widow and companion, so they were dressed demurely and acted the part. They looked into the bar a little longingly, I thought, but didn't enter. I proceeded to the bar and a whiskey bottle.
By the time the brothers had closed their shop and come into the bar I had a pretty good head start on them in the drinking part of the evening. When they walked in the pretty good sized room it seemed to get smaller. These were two tall, wide, muscularindividuals. We liked each other and went to some serious joking around and imbibing. As the evening went on, things were getting fuzzier and fuzzier, and the floor must have been poorly constructed, as it kept shifting, causing me to often lose my balance.
Ethel would come into the bar from time to time to fetch drinks for patrons in the restaurant.
I had met her before so we exchanged waves and a smile. She was a pleasant woman but, I thought, plain.
It's a strange thing, after you look at women through the bottom of beer mugs or whiskey glasses enough, they seem to change. I began to realize that the woman I had thought plain was actually quite a dazzling beauty, and the waves and smiles were actually her way of letting me know she reciprocated my feelings.
Not being a shy person, I advanced over that wavy floor into the store area, put one arm around this awesome woman, grabbing her ass with my other hand, and pulled her into an embrace, where I gave her the good wet kiss she had obviously been looking for.
From that point I'm not too sure of what happened. I know I heard someone let out a loud yell as if someone had stomped on their foot. I found myself on the floor and the two brothers were exercising their legs by kicking the living hell out of me. From there I vaguely remember hitting the dirt ,on my face, in the street, and Jasmine and Sandra half carrying me into their wagon and onto a pallet. That's the end of my memories of that ill-fated night.
When I awoke the next afternoon Sandra was sitting there, staring at me, with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.
“Boy, you really fucked up. The boys won't fix the wagon and they want us gone. Do you always think with your dick?”
Because I really didn't really recollect too much of the previous evening I couldn't defend myself too well from her wrath. She let me have a swig of the whiskey, which helped, and told me what she knew of what had gone on. I was abashed at what I heard, especially when I realized how angry she was.
She had never used that sort of language since I'd met her. Jasmine, yes, but never Sandra.
With a groan, I tried to sit up but didn't make it. Sandra, not too gently, pushed me back and said “Don't even try to get up. If you show your face the boys might hang you and you're in no shape to stop them. Now, it's up to Jasmine and myself to try to repay you for saving us , and save your sorry ass.”
I laid there for a full day. One of the girls brought me some food a couple times so my only problem was my aches, of which I had a plenty.
On the morning of the second day Jasmine told me it was probably safe to get up and move around, but don't go anywhere near the bar when the boys weren't working across the street. I carefully climbed out of the wagon. Some of my joints weren't working except to furnish pain, and the others weren't working at all.
I did manage to stumble across the street and into the restaurant where I encountered Ethel. As I wobbled across the floor she noticed my condition and seemed to give a little smirk.
I stopped and mumbled, “Ethel, I sincerely apologize for my behavior, I don't know why I did what I did, but I realize it's inexcusable. If I can do anything to make up for it I'll do it, except maybe another go-round with Dave and Jack.”
She responded with a little smile and said “Horse, I've been grabbed and groped by drunks in here before and lived through it, I probably will again. I think the thing that set the boys off was the fact it was you, who they held in high regard, 'til the other night. They're overly protective of me as I'm their only family. Now they're feeling a little guilty about giving you the boot so bad, but they probably won't admit it, yet. I know you were really drunk or you wouldn't have done it and I forgive you.”
“Ethel, that's being very gracious and I thank you. Do you know how I can make up to the boys as I really think highly of them,too?”
She broke into a huge grin and said “I don't think you should even try right away, but if I'm not mistaken, your female companions are making great progress on that very subject. I'll talk to the boys, too.”
As I stood there I realized that my previous impression of her being plain was mistaken. I had only seen her when she was working when she was hurried and harried with a scowl on her face and her hair disheveled. Now, in the early morning, when business hadn't really started, I saw her as she really was, a quite comely woman, tall and slender, with a graceful way of moving with nothing of her brothers burly build.
I didn't know how to take her statement about my companions so I looked for them. Asking around I found out they had been seen going into the blacksmith shop, but I couldn't go there. I wandered around for most of the day until I saw them walking down the road. They looked a little unkempt. I didn't give it much thought until when they saw me they stopped, huddled together, and murmured to each other as they kept an eye on me.
Then they walked up to me and Jasmine said “ Well, we see you're up and moving, what have you been up to?”
“I went to the store and apologized to Ethel and then I've been looking for you two. What have you been up to? I couldn't find you anywhere. Where were you?”
My suspicions were raised even higher when Sandra stated “ Oh, we've just been exploring outside of town.”
I didn't say anything as I surely had no right to question their actions, but invited them to accompany me to dinner, as it was pretty late and dusk was coming quickly.
After dinner, with some innocuous conversation, we walked back to the wagon, where the ladies rather insisted I should go to bed as I looked exhausted and needed rest. I really wasn't that tired but I rolled up in my bedroll and ,after a while, feigned sleep by lightly snoring. The girls had been fussing around the camp until, after checking me to see if I was asleep, snuck away.
I waited a while, rose, and cat-footed after them. It was dark by now, so even though they checked their back trail now and then, they never saw me. We walked a ways out of town until I could see their profiles back-lit by a fire in a grove of trees. They entered the grove.
I sat down to wait for a while before I would ghost up closer. I must really been tired 'cause I caught my chin hitting my chest, but I don't think I was out long. I got up and crept up to some bushes where I should be able to see what was going on.
I wasn't surprised that there was hanky-panky going on, but I was surprised at how hot and heavy it was. These boys must have found some education from the farmer's daughters that passed through. They sure weren't amateurs at whoopee.
Jack had Sandra on a blanket on her back and was devouring her pussy with vigor. Her legs were over his shoulders which gave him great access to her honey pot. His hands were on her breasts and were rubbing, pinching and gently pulling her nipples. Sandra sure seemed to be enjoying his labors as she was squirming and shaking like she had ague. She had one fist in her mouth, probably to keep from howling and waking everybody in town, and probably everybody in a five mile radius.
Dave had Jasmine erect, up against a tree, and was driving in her so hard she went up on her tip toes with every stroke. It's a good thing that was a sycamore tree with its smooth bark or her back would have been scarred for life. He had his head buried in her neck and I was betting she'd have some champion hickeys tomorrow. His hands were pretty busy with one down between them and I figured he was tweaking her clit, and the other working over her fabulous tits pretty good. She was also seeming to enjoy the frolicking as she had a very jubilant look on her face.
I just knelt there for a while, admiring the techniques to see if I could pick up some pointers. I have to admit I was a little jealous 'cause I guess I'd been thinking of these girls as my exclusive reserve.
I almost jumped up and screamed like a little girl when I felt a hand press down on my shoulder. I had been so absorbed in the performance in front of me I hadn't been checking around. Ready for anything, I swung around and was surprised to see Ethel on all fours holding a finger to her lips.
“Shh” she whispered, “You don't want to have them catch you here. Follow me.” and she crept away with me following.
I followed Ethel as we walked toward town and I could see she was circling around to the the back of her building instead of the front entrance.
