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Regina

By: ULISSE



Il portoncino verde scuro, a due battenti e con battagli d'ottone lucido, era sempre molto pulito, come se fosse stato verniciato da poco. 

Aprendo, s'entrava in un piccolo ingresso. A sinistra una porta, robusta e protetta da un rinforzo in grossa lamiera, conduceva nel locale dove lavoravano le due signorine, intorno alla trentina, somigliantissime, e dove si riceveva il pubblico. La scala, di pietra levigata, portava al primo piano, l'unico, sul ballatoio. Qui tre usci, di fronte e ai lati. 

Era un unico appartamento, ma facilmente divisibile. Bastava lasciar chiusa una porta, metterci davanti un armadio, o altro, e si avevano tre piccoli alloggi. 

Avevo preso in fitto quello di sinistra: un ingresso, abbastanza ampio e luminoso, una vasta camera che poteva definirsi uno studio-letto, il bagno con tutti i servizi e un piccolo "pec", lo scaldabagno elettrico. A fianco, una specie di cucinina, con un fornello elettrico sul piano di marmo. 

Mobili chiari, artigianali, comodi, funzionali. 

In quella che veniva chiamata la camera da letto, spavaonica, il letto, comodino con lume, comò specchiera, armadio con altro specchio nell'interno, scrivania a cassetti col piano in finta pelle verde, una poltrona, due sedie, un attaccapanni a piantana. 

A fianco all'armadio una porta comunicava con l'alloggio di centro, e conduceva in uno spazioso ingresso detto "soba", soggiorno. La chiave l'avevano le padrone di casa, Lenka e Anna, per entrare a rassettare. 

Tutto era lindo e lucido. 

Si poteva godere una certa riservatezza. 

Lenka e Anna erano abbastanza silenziose, al massimo si sentiva della musica: la radio o il grammofono sul quale facevano girare dischi moderni. 

Mi avevano chiesto se la musica mi desse fastidio, e risposi loro che, anzi, mi piaceva. 

"Allora" -disse Lenka- "entri pure ad ascoltarla, anche quando non ci siamo noi, e se vuole, qualche volta possiamo fare quattro chiacchiere, specie la domenica, perché l'orario degli altri giorni non ci lascia troppo tempo. La sera, però, stiamo sempre in casa. Il coprifuoco, del resto, non ci consente di ritirarci dopo le undici. Beato lei che può girare quando e quanto le piace." 

"In affetti" -risposi- "non si sa dove andare, durante il coprifuoco." 

"Si, ma si possono fare delle visite e tornare a casa anche molto tardi." Osservò Anna. 

Erano gemelle. Per la somiglianza le avrei certamente confuse se Lenka non avesse avuto i capelli lunghissimi, dai riflessi d'oro. 

Stessa statura, stesso personale, occhi perfettamente identici, di un azzurro profondo, dove sembrava sperdersi. 

Avrebbero festeggiato ventinove anni fra un mese. 

"Siamo vecchie zitelle stagionate." -disse Lenka- "Colpa nostra, certo, ma è anche il tipo di lavoro che non consente di avere amicizie, e soprattutto l'amore, che dev'essere coltivato per potersi sviluppare. Altrimenti si tratta di qualcosa d'altro, che ha nulla a che fare col cuore." 

Eravamo rimasti in piedi, nel soggiorno. 

"Ma venga a prendere una specie di caffè in quello che chiamiamo il salotto." 

Andò ad aprire la porta centrale e mi fece entrare in un grazioso e accogliete locale, arredato con gusto e semplicità. 

Anna mi fece cenno di sedere sul divano, accanto a lei. Lenka si scusò. Sarebbe tornata dopo poco, col caffè. 

"Come si trova in questo piccolo paese?" 

"Veramente bene. Le persone che ho conosciuto sono cordialmente cortesi, ospitali." 

"E le ragazze?" 

"Vede, anch'io ho un lavoro che non mi consente di incontrarne molte. Ma sono molto belle, come lei e sua sorella. Anzi, non dite a nessuno la vostra età. Io vi avrei dato dieci anni di meno." 

"Grazie, Tenente, è molto galante. Lei ha un qualcosa che i nostri uomini di qui non hanno. Sono rudi, forse anche noi donne lo siamo, e quasi si vergognano a dirci qualcosa di carino." 

"Capita spesso, signorina, che non si sanno apprezzare i doni e le fortune che si hanno. Ma, forse, è più esatto dire che i vostri uomini esprimono il loro apprezzamento, la loro ammirazione, in una maniera molto spontanea, poco elaborata." 

"Sarà come dice lei, Tenente, ma non sono mai riuscita a trovare il fascino slavo nei ragazzi di qui." 

"Non so negli uomini, ma nelle donne è manifesto e seducente un qualcosa che solo voi avete. E' questo, certo, che attrae, che ammalia. Lei e sua sorella siete vivi, palpitanti e inebrianti modelli." 

"Lo sa, Tenente, che da ciò che lei dice, da come lo dice, finalmente comprendo perché ci si lasci ammaliare dall'uomo del Mediterraneo?" 

"Ma l'ammaliare è di voi sirene, signorina Anna." 

Lenka rientrò portando un vassoio sul quale erano tre tazzine, piattini e cucchiaini, caffettiera, lattiera e zuccheriera di porcellana, oltre un piatto con dei biscotti dorati e profumati. Poggiò tutto sul tavolino centrale. 

"Quanto zucchero, Tenente?" 

"Niente, grazie." 

"Dicono che gustare il caffè amaro sia dei buongustai, vero?" 

"In effetti" -risposi- "così, amaro, mi sembra più aromatico." 

"Ho sentito" -disse Lenka- "le vostre considerazioni intorno ai modi degli uomini e delle donne. Io penso che ognuno, specie in certi momenti, in certe situazioni, desideri le coccole. Piccole moine affettuose che non devono, però, sconfinare nella sdolcinatura, nel lezioso. E' vero quello che dice Anna, i nostri uomini vogliono le coccole, anche se fanno finta di non gradirle, ma loro non ne fanno per tema di dimostrarsi deboli, effeminati." 

"Vede, signorina Lenka..." 

"Chiedo troppo se la prego di chiamarci per nome. E' vero che per lei siamo un po'... passate, ma non ci faccia pesare l'età." 

"Grazie, Lenka, ne sono veramente lieto. E lascio cadere le altre sue parole perché sono certamente una battuta. Lei e Anna siete i più bei frutti che si possano sognare, le più belle fanciulle che si desideri cullare, carezzare, dolcemente. Coccolare. E' bello mostrarsi deboli così. Noi uomini siamo deboli, lo sapete bene, ma vogliamo mostrare la scorza della durezza che spesso consideriamo manifestazione di virilità. Siamo come i bambini che vogliono apparire ometti." 

"Tenente..." 

"Piero, per favore." 

"Piero, Lenka ed io saremmo felici se questa sera potessimo averla con noi a cena. Sempre che non sconvolgiamo i suoi programmi." 

"Accetto con molto piacere, e sono certo che mi sentirò meno solo. Grazie. 

Adesso vi lascio alle vostre cose. So che la domenica pomeriggio avete sempre tanto da sbrigare. 

Ci vediamo alle?" 

"Alle sette e mezzo, alle diciannove e trenta, va bene? 

Se viene un po' prima prenderemo l'aperitivo." 

"Benissimo, arrivederci." 

Mi alzai, tornai nella mia camera, indossai il cinturone, presi la bustina e uscii. 

* * * 

Dora era nel bar, alla cassa, un po' rossa in viso, febbricitante. 

"Mi sono alzata per poterti salutare, ma torno subito a letto. Ho un terribile mal di testa. E' la tipica influenza del cambio di stagione. Vorrei tanto baciarti, ho anche la chiave del numero tre, che è vuota, ma non voglio contagiarti." 

"Anche io desidero baciarti, abbracciarti... Andiamo su, prima che qualcuno possa vederci. Io sono resistente a qualsiasi germe o bacillo, o virus che dir si voglia." 

Mi sorrise dolcemente. 

"No, Piero, so bene che... prenderei freddo, e il male d'un giorno potrebbe durare a lungo e tenerci lontani per più tempo di quanto io possa resistere distante da te. Sono certa che domani sera potremo andare al cine, e tornare qui, insieme. Adesso è meglio che tu vada a spasso, o torni a casa a leggere qualcosa. Ciao, amore." 

Uscii controvoglia, andai alla mensa ad avvisare che non sarei andato a cena. Mi feci dare due bottiglie dalla riserva speciale del Generale, detti una mancia generosa al cambusiere, e tornai a casa. 

* * * 

Alle sette e un quarto bussai alla porta del salotto. 

Lenka venne ad aprire. 

Indossava un abito azzurro come i suoi occhi. Sembrava che le fosse stato "spruzzato" addosso, tanto aderiva perfettamente alle sue splendide forme, esaltandole. La profonda scollatura, a volte velata dai lunghi capelli d'oro, mostrava che il seno, deliziosamente prepotente e rigoglioso, non necessitava di alcun sostegno. Tacchi più alti di quelli che normalmente portava, esaltavano la linea tornita delle gambe. Le mani piccole e aggraziate, le dita lunghe, affusolate, prive di qualsiasi gioiello. Solo al polso sinistro un braccialetto di perle, che richiamavano quelle degli orecchini. 

Mi venne spontaneo di prenderle la mano e baciarla, prima sul dorso, poi nel cavo. Sorrise e abbozzò una lieve carezza. 

"Sempre galante, Piero, ed è una dolce insidia seducente." 

"Non parliamo di seduzione, Lenka, il suo fascino affascina, incanta. 

Mi sono permesso di portare un po' di vino, bianco, frizzante. Spero sia di vostro gradimento. Avrei voluto presentarmi con una scatola di cioccolatini, ma..." 

Sorrise maliziosamente, stringendo gli occhi. 

"Era difficile spiegarlo a... al bar..." 

"Più o meno..." 

"Venga, Piero, segga. Anna ci servirà l'aperitivo della casa: bianco sciroppo di mandorle, rosso di ribes, verde di menta, un bicchierino di borovica rakijia, ginepro. Lo abbiamo chiamato sloboda, libertà. 

Noi spesso parliamo in croato, ma siamo e ci sentiamo Italiane. Volevo dirglielo fin dal primo momento, ma mi sembrava una dichiarazione non richiesta." 

Anna apparve con l'aperitivo. 

Un vestito nero, anche questo attillatissimo e con una profonda scollatura esaltata da una spilla: una "A" d'oro bianco tempestata di piccoli brillanti. Al polso un braccialetto d'oro e brillantini, orecchini dello stesso stile. Il casco dei capelli lasciava libero il collo, bello ed elegante. 

Si chinò di fronte a me, porgendomi il calice, svelando alla mia estatica ammirazione le coppe rosee del suo seno, impreziosite dai due turgidi rubini che premevano il vestito. 

Queste ragazze dovevano aver abolito ogni sorta di biancheria intima, non solo non si scorgevano le spalline del reggiseno, ma neanche i segni che, comunque, avrebbero lasciato gli elastici delle mutandine. 

Alzammo i bicchieri e bevemmo in silenzio. 

Ero seduto tra Lenka e Anna, sul divano stretto e sentivo il calore dei loro fianchi. 

"La vostra vicinanza, il vostro profumo, hanno su di me un effetto inebriante, come se in questo bicchiere aveste versato ambrosia. Il vostro è il profumo delle Dee." 

"Allora, devi esprimere un giudizio, novello Paride." -disse Anna- "Quale profumo ti piace di più?" 

Alzò la testa e avvicinò a me il suo collo. Dalla scollatura giungeva un effluvio delizioso. 

"Non puoi pronunciarti senza sentire il mio." 

Aggiunse Lenka, sfiorando il mio volto col suo meraviglioso seno. 

"Sono due profumi deliziosi, dolci e aggressivi nel contempo, invitanti, pieni di recondite promesse. Ma soprattutto mi sento avvolto ed estasiato dalla vostra fragranza, quella della vostra pelle vellutata, delle vostre labbra coralline..." 

"Hai vinto un premio, Piero. Se per te è un premio. Per me si." 

Disse Lenka. E con la bocca mi sfiorò le labbra. 

Anna mi gettò le braccia al collo e mi strinse a sé. 

Mi presero per mano.

Andiamo a cena. 

Nella sala da pranzo, la tavola era preparata con cura e gusto. Due candelieri conferivano un tocco di particolare eleganza. 

Vicino alla tavola una ragazza dai capelli quasi platino, vestita di rosso, statuaria. Mi sorrise. 

"Questa è Regina" -presentò Lenka- "una giovane amica che è venuta a trovarci e, quando ha saputo che c'eri tu a cena, si è autoinvitata." -Strizzò l'occhio.- "Non siamo riusciti a mandarla via!" 

Regina fece un inchino, come una dama del settecento, e mi tese la mano. Prese la mia e mi attirò a sè. Sentii il suo seno florido premere sul mio petto. Mi gettò le braccia al collo e mi baciò sulla bocca. A lungo. 

Guardò Anna e Lenka, con aria di sfida. 

"Credevate di lasciarmi all'asciutto, eh?" 

Anna scosse le spalle. 

"Sediamoci" -disse Anna- "Piero e Lenka da quella parte, Regina di fronte a Lenka, perché ha il piedino indiscreto, e io accanto a lei." 

Regina fece una smorfia, e mostrò la lingua ad Anna. 

Lenka sedette accanto a me. Avvicinò il suo volto al mio, poggiò la sua mano sulla mia gamba. 

"Mi auguro che la cena ti piaccia. Non ti dico niente. E' una sorpresa." 

* * * 

La cena fu ottima. 

Eravamo tornati in salotto. 

Il vino ci aveva reso allegri. 

Regina era sul divano e si stringeva a me, muovendosi continuamente, facendomi sentire la carezza del suo corpo invitante. 

"Anna" -disse Regina- "perché non balliamo? Tu hai dei dischi molto belli. Metti uno slow..." 

Anna fece finta di non aver udito. 

Regina si alzò e andò verso il grammofono. 

Anna la guardò con un certo senso di fastidio. 

"Kraljica, non è il caso!" 

"Come l'hai chiamata?" Chiesi. 

"E' il suo nome originale, poi lo ha tradotto in italiano." Rispose Anna. 

"Kra" -seguitò Anna- "attenta al coprifuoco. Non è per mandarti via, ma non fare tardi." 

"Non preoccuparti, Anna, abito di fronte, basta che me ne vada due minuti prima delle undici." 

Regina era invadente, esuberante. 

Anna e Lenka mi guardarono alzando le spalle. 

Anna sedette accanto a me. Mi sussurrò: 

"Scusa, sai, ma non è stato possibile mandarla a casa prima di cena. Ci sta rovinando la serata. Dovremo rifarci presto. Lenka ed io stiamo veramente bene con te." 

Mi avvicinai al suo orecchio. 

"Si, è un vero peccato. Ma io resto qui e, spero, a lungo." 

Mancava qualche minuto alle undici. 

Regina salutò tutti, con grandi baci e abbracci, e uscì. La sentimmo scendere le scale, aprire e richiudere il portone. 

Comunque la serata stava finendo così. 

"Col dolce negli occhi e l'amaro sulle labbra." 

Concluse Lenka. 

"Domani dobbiamo alzarci presto" -disse Anna- e dobbiamo rassettare tutto adesso. 

"Scusaci, Piero. Buona notte." 

Un lieve bacio sulla mia guancia. 

"A domani, Piero." 

"A domani ragazze." 

Lenka sfiorò le mie labbra. 

Tornai nella mia camera. 

* * * 

Mi spogliai lentamente, piegai accuratamente i vestiti a mano a mano che li toglievo. 

Mi preparai per la notte. 

I suoni soffocati che s'erano sentiti provenire dalla sala da pranzo erano cessati. Tutt'intorno era silenzio. 

Entrai tra le lenzuola e, alla luce del lume sul comodino, cominciai a scorrere il giornale. 

Mi sembrò sentire un lieve rumore, come il grattare di gatto che vuole entrare, nel piccolo ingresso dov'era l'uscio che si apriva sulle scale. 

Mi alzai e, scalzo e in punta di piedi, andai ad origliare dietro quella porta. 

Qualcuno sfregava le unghie sul legno. 

Una voce soffocata mormorò: "Piero, apri, sono Regina." 

Girai piano la maniglia, socchiusi appena. Nel buio del pianerottolo intravidi un'ombra. Regina spinse la porta ed entrò. Mise l'indice destro sulle labbra, facendomi segno di non parlare. 

Andò nella camera da letto, sedette sulla poltrona vicino alla scrivania. Mi guardò con un sorriso strano, seducente, attraente, ma con una sorta di maliziosa sfida negli occhi. 

Parlò sottovoce. 

"Ho sentito delle voci per strada, mentre stavo per uscire dal portone, ho avuto paura, potevano essere degli ubriachi. Si sono fermati vicino al portone. Ho atteso che i si allontanassero. Quando sono andati via erano già passate le undici. Ho temuto che la pattuglia mi pescasse e mi portasse al comando." 

La guardai senza troppo credere a quello che diceva. 

"Non temere, adesso mi vesto e ti accompagno io a casa." 

"No, aspetta un momento. A casa avranno già messo la spranga alla porta. Aspetta. Permetti che vada nel bagno?" 

"Va pure, è là." 

Entrò nel bagno, dondolando la sua grossa borsa rossa come il vestito. Accostò la porta, senza chiuderla del tutto. 

Dapprima un certo silenzio, poi lo scrosciare dell'acqua nella vasca, ancora silenzio, quindi un sordo sciacquio. 

"Piero, puoi venire qui?" 

La voce era sommessa. 

"Come, li?" Chiesi. 

"Si, qui. Un momento. Parla piano, non voglio che ci sentano." 

Mi avvicinai alla porta, occhieggiando dallo spiraglio. 

Era beatamente seduta nella vasca. I capelli legati sulla testa, le mani dietro la nuca, il petto proteso in avanti, sodo, turgido, solcato da piccole vene azzurrine. 

"Mi lavi la schiena?" 

"Ma come? ti sei infilata nella vasca... senza dire nulla..." 

"Vieni qui, passami la spugna sulla schiena." 

Non sapevo cosa fare, cosa dire. 

Aprii la porta, entrai. 

Regina era fantasticamente bella, uno spettacolo incantevole. 

Mi avvicinai alla vasca, presi la spugna e la passai leggermente sulle spalle. 

"Più giù. per favore." 

Scesi ai fianchi. 

"Si, così. E' bello sentire questa carezza..." 

Si mise in ginocchio, poggiò le mani sui bordi della vasca, dietro di sé, porgendo prepotentemente il seno. 

"Anche qui, anche qui." 

Le sue labbra erano fiammanti, gli occhi socchiusi mandavano bagliori splendenti, le narici vibravano visibilmente. 

"Anche qui, Piero." 

Ripeté con voce roca, rovesciando la testa. 

Lasciai la spugna. Carezzai lievemente la gola, giù, tra le mammelle, ancora, sul ventre palpitante, tra le gambe che imprigionarono le mie dita. Mi prese la testa tra le mani, mi baciò voluttuosamente, sapientemente, cercando la mia lingua e suggendola golosamente. 

Era uscita dalla vasca. Avvinghiata a me, bagnandomi completamente il pigiama. 

"Andiamo a letto, Piero, adesso." 

Dall'attacapanni tolsi il lenzuolino e la avvolsi. La presi tra le braccia e la deposi sul letto. 

Ero eccitatissimo. 

Regina giaceva supina. 

"Piero, voglio far l'amore con te, adesso, ma sta attento, ti prego, sta attento tu che io non riesco a controllarmi." 

Andai dov'era la valigia, la aprii, in una tasca laterale v'erano alcuni profilattici. 

"Ha Tu, Regina, habemus tutorem." 

"Si, questa sera è bene usarlo, altrimenti non so come andrebbe a finire. Baciami, carezzami come avevi cominciato a fare nella vasca." 

Mi sdraiai al suo fianco. Le baciai i capezzoli bruni, li lambii con la lingua, scesi sul prato fascinoso del suo pube, più giù. Dischiuse le gambe, mi prese per la nuca, stringendomi a lei, sussultando, palpitando, fremendo, vibrando come la corda dell'arpa al tocco dell'artista. Portò la mano alla bocca, cercando di soffocare il grido che sentivo salirle alle labbra, un gemito voluttuoso che andava crescendo insieme al pulsare sempre più frenetico che sentivo tra le sue gambe. 

Poi, un lungo sospiro roco, il lento attenuarsi dei sussulti. Mise le sue piccole dita sulle tempie e mi tirò su di lei. 

"Adesso, Piero, adesso..." 

Pochissimi attimi, dedicati al... tutore, e fui in lei. 

* * * 

Regina era piena di temperamento. Esigente, impetuosa, non dava segni di stanchezza, insaziabile, divinamente eccitante, è vero, ma pensai che era anche un po'... assatanata. 

Volevo chiederle qualcosa, ma temevo di turbarla. 

Le domandai, quasi distrattamente, se fosse fidanzata. 

Si voltò verso di me, il seno sul mio petto, una gamba tra le mie, la testa sulla mia spalla. 

"Si, è in servizio militare. Non lo vedo da due mesi. Stano è un bravo ragazzo, gli voglio anche bene, ma da lui non ho mai avuto più di un inizio d'antipasto. E' di quelli che... finiscono prima di... cominciare. Per lui baci e carezze sono solo parole del vocabolario.. 

Mi guardò negli occhi, prese la mia mano, la baciò, mordicchiò i polpastrelli, l'accompagnò lungo il suo ventre, sollevò la gamba che poggiava su me. 

"Senti" -sussurrò- "freme ancora. Non immaginava che potesse avere tanto, che potesse godere così..." 

Si accostò a me tremante. 

"Adesso devo andare, Piero, devo uscire prima che quelle là si alzino. Non so come fare, ma devo tornare da te. Non crederai che lasci la fonte della felicità che mi hai fatto conoscere." 

Ancora un lungo bacio. Si alzò, si rivestì in fretta, riprese la sua grossa borsa rossa. 


Regina



It was the summer holiday and my girlfriend Corra had gone back to her parents' for Christmas. It felt strange not having her around all the time after living together on campus for the last semester. We weren't apart too long fortunately, I drove up to her home on the coast for New Year's Eve and while she lived in a small town with no parties, we toasted the year in our own style and it was a great night.

So great I pulled a thigh muscle in the excitement, if you follow me. It wasn't bad but when we got up for a jog on the beach -- she's a health freak and I go along with it because she's so damn cute in her shorts and singlet -- I was limping about with no playacting involved. "Honey," Corra said with a little frown that was unbearably cute, "you can't jog like that."

"But I want to come with you," I protested.

"Why?" she smiled. "I thought you didn't like jogging anyway."

"I don't," I admitted, "but I do like watching your butt in those shorts."

"Pervert," she punched my shoulder playfully. "Tell you what, you take a bath with some muscle soak, you'll feel better. I'll go for my jog and you can watch my butt while I ride my favourite bit of gym equipment." She nibbled my ear and squeezed my crotch which jumped to life at her touch. I kissed her passionately and agreed. Some injuries were good things apparently; no jogging and I still got sex after.

So I saw her out the door and headed to the bathroom. They have a luxurious deep bath that even I could lie back in comfortably and I let myself drift off in the soothing water. I was thinking about what I was going to do when Corra got back and started stroking my already hard cock when the door burst open.

Regina , Corra's mum, was standing there and for a moment we both stared at each other in open-mouthed shock. She's a lot like her daughter, short and athletic with dark hair and cheeky blue eyes; only age had given her a rounder butt and bigger breasts. I could see the latter quite well because she was standing in the doorway as naked as I was. I also got a glimpse of a full but neatly trimmed bush which was very different to Corra's baldness.

After that moment of shock we both covered ourselves quickly. "I'm so sorry Richard," she cried out, "I thought you were jogging with Corra." She turned from me and I could see that curvy arse I mentioned, I tried not to look but it was right there for a moment before she dashed back down the hallway.

I quickly finished up, got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Regina was in there with a dressing gown done up tightly around her waist. We looked at each other awkwardly, I was struggling to get the image of her naked body out of my head but it wasn't working. I was about to mumble some sort of apology when again the door burst open and in jogged Corra, sweat sticking her singlet top to her firm breasts and her tight shorts riding up into her crotch. This was a confusing morning. Corra made some chitchat with her mother who covered her discomfort well, then took me off to the bedroom.

I threw an apologetic look behind to try to make good the situation and only made things worse. As I looked back Regina was watching us walk away and pushing her fingers into her crotch. She saw my look and gave me a guilty grin before Corra's urgency dragged me down the hall.

I thought screwing Corra might help me stop thinking about her mother and for a while it was working but when she started to give me a blowjob I leant back and closed my eyes and suddenly I was picturing Regina 's lips around my cock. I sat up with a start. "What's wrong?" Corra asked, a line a spit running from her lip to the tip of my penis. I shook my head and pulled her up to kiss her. If I kept my eyes on her trim body I wouldn't get distracted I thought, and this time it worked.

I figured maybe everything would be fine after that, but forgetting Regina 's body proved harder than I expected. Later that day Corra and I headed to the pool in the backyard to hide from the summer heat. Only, Regina was already in there. She stepped out of the pool as we approached, water streaming down her dark hair and over that body which was hidden only by a tight-fitting swimsuit.

When she saw us she made excuses to leave us be, but Corra protested it was fine and we spent the next couple of hours exchanging nervous, guilty glances behind Corra's back. I had to stay in the water the whole time to hide my hard-on and I didn't know if it was Corra in her bikini or her mother that was causing it.

Billy, Corra's father, arrived home from work -- he owned a bakery so he always left early in the morning but came home in midafternoon -- and Regina finally had her excuse to go. I was fine for a while and even started making out with Corra, who assumed my submarine erection was entirely for her as I hoped it was. Then we heard the orgasmic screams coming from the house.

"Oh god," Corra blushed. "Um, maybe we should head out for a bit." I could feel pre-cum leaking out as an image of Regina bouncing up and down wildly flew through my mind. "Good idea," I agreed.

Life kept like that for a few days and keeping Regina out of my mind was not getting any easier. So you can imagine my apprehension when Corra told me she was going to help her dad at the bakery for a day. It was something she'd done every holiday since she was a kid and she didn't want to disappoint him. I couldn't argue with that but there was nowhere in that small town for me to go.

I spent a few hours on the beach but I hate the sun and it was unbearably hot so I had to go back to the house. I snuck in and made my way to the bedroom as quietly as I could and locked the door. So a couple more hours past but I got hungry -- very hungry. I hadn't heard Regina so I thought maybe she was out. And, I told myself, I was being stupid, we were both adults, even if we did see each other nothing untoward would happen. I still moved as quickly and quietly as I could to the kitchen and put together a couple of sandwiches in short order.

Just as I was about to head back to the room, Regina walked in. She was in tight blue jeans and a T-shirt that must have been a bit too small as her breasts were pushing against the fabric so hard I could see her nipples and even make out some of her areola. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders. I gulped.

"Richard," she said, "I think we should talk about the other day." She had one foot on tiptoe rocking about nervously, which pressed her thighs together. I gulped again.

"It's okay," I blurted, "we're both adults, we know what naked bodies look like."

"Yes," she sounded almost disappointed. "But now we know what our naked bodies look like and ..." she curled her lip and bit it, just like I'd seen Corra do whenever she felt bad about something, it was so cute. She stepped toward me and reached out one hand slightly, her other arm was on the bench and she was pushing her shoulder forward to project her breast toward me. I gulped again; this was how Corra seduced me. "I keep thinking about it," she continued, she was right in front of me. "You have a beautiful body Richard," she traced a finger down my chest and I could feel my skin cover in goosebumps. 

"I," it was hard to breathe, "that is, you have a beautiful body too." I raised a hand to touch her but dropped it quickly. She picked it up at the wrist and put it on her waist.

"There's only one way we can get past this Richard," she put her arms around me.

"There is?" I gulped a third time.

She nodded and pulled me closer. Her breasts pushed against me, soft and warm. My hand moved of its own accord from her hip to her arse. "Just one," she whispered in my ear then bit my earlobe. I moaned in surprise and pleasure. "You agree don't you?" she said softly as she gently pushed her groin into mine. Any apprehensions I had melted in a flash.

The hand on her butt squeezed, my other hand shot up under her T-shirt to grope her bra-less breast and my lips met hers in a hot kiss. We stood in the kitchen like that for I don't know how long, our hands running over each other's bodies and our tongues locked. We parted long enough to pull her T-shirt over her head then I buried my head in her breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth for a long hard suck. "Oh Richard," she moaned. "We can't do this here. Come with me." She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

The room was dominated by a king-size bed with a fluffy white doona. There were bedside tables on either side and a picture of Regina on one. I felt a stab of guilt. "But this is where you ..." she stopped my words with a kiss.

"This is where I masturbate Richard," she said as she undid my belt. "Billy hasn't touched me in years."

"He's an idiot," I declared and pressed my fingers between her legs, feeling the warmth radiating through the denim.

"I know," she dropped my pants and sat on the bed. "But Corra loves him."

The mention of Corra's name almost broke me but as she said it she pulled my cock free of my briefs and ran her tongue up and down it before putting it into her mouth, all the way in one gulp. I almost shot my load right then and there. She must have noticed as she paused for a moment, then started to suck me slowly. Her lips glided smoothly over my head and shaft as her tongue worked around it, I was close to coming when she pulled out, grabbed me by the arm and threw my relaxed body on the bed.

"Your turn," she said as she swiftly stepped out of her jeans. Then she knelt next to my prostrate form and pulled her thick pussy lips back to reveal her moist pink pussy. I leant forward and licked it, probing inside with my tongue. She tasted just like a peach -- just like Corra -- but her scent filled me and the feel of her trimmed pubic hair on my face was amazing. She straddled me and I grabbed her arse with both hands and held her womanhood to my mouth like a mango.

She started bucking her hips against me and held my face in close. I kept my tongue moving, only stopping to slip her clit into my mouth and squeeze it hard between my lips. As I did this again she cried out just as I'd heard her do the other day. She let my head go and I fell back to watch as she rubbed herself the rest of the way. Her juices dripped onto my chest as her breathing steadied. I looked up at her, she looked down on my, a greedy look in her eyes.

Turning around she moved herself down my body, stroked my cock a few times then thrust herself down on it. She was so hot and wet and her pussy was so tight around me. After a few slow movements up and down she lifted her hips so I had to push up to be inside her. I had to be inside her though. It was a compulsion. I pushed up and grabbed her hips and thrust myself into her hovering body. It was hard work but I had to do it, it felt so good.

Finally, she pushed me down, got off me and wrapped her mouth around my cock again. "I love," she said between mouthfuls, "tasting myself on cock."

It was too much for me to cope with and started to cum right into her mouth. She took every last drop, something Corra never quite managed.

We lay there for a while in the afterglow. "Thank you Richard," she said. "It's been a long time."

"The pleasure is mine," I assured her, playing idly with her nipple.

"I know it's weird, since you're fucking my daughter, but ..."

"It's fine," I said. I didn't know what I meant but what else could I say. We both knew, given the opportunity, we'd do that again.



Regina and the Hardcase Pt. 01



 "Never on the bed you miserable, filth ridden whore. Never, never, never!"

New Arrival

The stagecoach rumbled to a shaky stop. The coachman set the brake and jumped off the seat. The powdered New Mexico puffed up like fine talc around his worn boots. The door flung open and Ruthie paused for a moment before gathering up her skirts and accepting the blistered hand of the coachman. 

"Ma'am" he coughed out, attempting to muster a gentleman's poise.

Ruthie accepted his hand and noted the rough and ragged feel. The tell-tale signs of years of holding the leather strap that commanded his horse team to run their course. She tried not to cringe as she imagined such a leathery appendage against the silk of her folds. She said a quiet prayer that she would not be attending to him later that evening. 

"Surely not" she thought. Keeng had plans for her. He had promised. This coachman would not have the money to rent her for five minutes. No, she would not have to worry about those ragged clubs trying to penetrate her most delicate of places. 

"Only for a gentleman" she accidentally said aloud. The coachman smiled and gave her a slight bow. She was relieved that he could not read her mind and she feigned a smile at him as she stepped out of the coach.

She could feel the leers as she slowly stepped into the saloon. She was used to being stared at. She liked it, and it would be good for business. The johns that couldn't afford her would get so worked up they would double the earnings of the cut rate girls. Her presence was indeed a boon to the whole operation and she was certain she would see better rates than she did in that dive in Muscle Shoals, or was it Medina. She stopped for a moment, amused that she couldn't actually remember where she had just come from. "Now if I could just get a look at the ceiling, I would surely remember!" She covered her mouth with her handkerchief to stifle the giggle.

Ruthie Sutton was a whore. For as long as she could remember she had been turning tricks to earn her living. Many girls in her situation had a story. One of those stories that makes a person genuinely feel bad for her. "Oh, she became a prostitute to care for her brothers and sisters after her parents were unceremoniously slaughtered by some unpronounceable tribe of local savages." Or "She has a beloved relative in captivity in a far away land that requires an insurmountable ransom to rescue, and she is feverishly earning that money with two bit tit squeezes and two dollar blow jobs". No, Ruthie had no story like that. She was the daughter of a wealthy parson in Canton, Ohio and she absolutely hated that life. She could not stand having religion crammed down her throat, and she hated the promise of a prudish life as a "minister's wife", so she ran away. Ruthie quite unashamedly liked sex, and she liked money. She was very good at her profession and she commanded a hefty sum for her attention. Keeng was a tough negotiator, but Ruthie was certain she was one of the only girls that got to keep seventy percent - an almost unheard of split for this territory. She was wet with the thought of raw silver piling up in her horde. Ruthie slowed her stride and looked around, taking in the view of her new home, the Promenade. 

The Promenade was the largest of the town drinking holes, and boasted a brothel with "clean" companionship. Keeng Phelps, proprietor, pimp, and bartender built the older portion of the building with lumber he scavenged from a frigate that had fallen prey to a Confederate iron clad. He named the hotel-saloon combo the Promenade, but had stopped correcting people on the pronunciation years ago. 

"It's Prahhhh men ahhhhd" he used to scold. In time, he learned to accept the Americanized pronunciation and even named a gin infused lemon drink "Promenade" as a play on "Lemonade" and a high brow jab at his clientele. 

Born in poverty, Keeng had struggled most of his life trying to live up to his name which his illiterate mother had intended to be "King". Sadly, the midwife's assistant was almost as illiterate and spelled his name with two e's instead of the traditional "i". Phelps has attributed his life of "almosts" to the fact that his name is almost correct. Keeng has a reputation far and wide for being one of the most reasonable pimps in the business. The fact that he preferred men over women helped him keep the interest in his stable more profit oriented, at least the female stable that is.

The gunshot rang out, echoing off the wooden walls of the small town, startling everyone in Ruthie's view. She ran over to the window of the saloon to see what was happening. 

She felt a hand clasp around her upper arm. A strong hand, but a feminine hand none the less. She wheeled on the perpetrator that dared to touch her. "Let go of my arm bitch!" she growled as she locked eyes with the woman. The woman relaxed her grip slightly and looked her back in the eyes. 

"You ain't from 'round here honey, so I'm gonna tell you how things is." The woman's hazel eyes burned right through Ruthie with the look of a concerned parent. "We don't watch gunfights here sweetheart. Dem boys don't always hit what they aimin' at and we can't have no shot whores up in here."

Ruthie felt her posture relax. The woman spoke like she remembered many locals in Alabama, yet she knew from the woman's posture that she was genuinely concerned for her well being. This had to be the Madarma as Keeng had called her.

Regina May Barrister was indeed from Alabama. Born to a wealthy family of cotton growers, she had been fairly well pampered until the war. Her father and brothers had all been lost fighting in the war. Her family's slaves had excused themselves from further servitude and Regina left home when the Union troops set fire to the back fields. She did not stay and wait to witness worse. She had no sisters, and her mother had passed delivering her youngest brother. There was nothing left for her in Alabama. The curvy brunette had started her life as a prostitute in Atlanta. She made a handsome living laying the rebel troops that wondered in from time to time, no doubt without permission from their commanders. When Sherman came through Atlanta, she once again felt the fire against her back as she left the town behind.

Regina met up with Keeng in Texas. She was whoring in Abilene and he had come in to play piano in the joint. Keeng had taken a lot of ridicule from the cowpokes for his "womanly" mannerisms, but the girls all looked out for him. When Keeng called for Regina to come work for him, he promised she would be his "Madarma" a word he made up meaning "chief whore".

"Git reddy hun, the boys always come in whoney after they been a killin' " Regina said with a smile on her face. "Git it ready gurls" Regina shouted to upper balcony leading to the rooms upstairs.

Neddy ran into the Saloon. He was always the first one in to report the news, hoping to get a discount drink and a free feel or two in return for delivering the news to the staff. He quickly threw himself on the stool and Keeng gently set a shot down in front of him urging him to begin. Neddy Jules, town drunk and gossip, lubricated his tongue with the watered down whisky, and as he placed his hand folded in his lapel, he made his announcement.

"Earl Rate is dead. Yup, uhm hmm. Hamilton McRae shot him dead in the street. I saw the whole thing." he proudly announced.

"And McRae, is he alright? Was he shot?" Regina asked trying to mask her panic. 

As Neddy reached for Regina's leg, running his hand up her skirts a little toward her upper thigh, his smile had an almost lizard-like quality. Regina knocked his hand away.

"Out with it Neddy" she growled through her clenched teeth.

Neddy wiggled his empty shot glass in the air and Keeng refilled it habitually. 

"Naw...the hardcase is fine. He is always fine" Ned sneered as he slowly sipped the shot; leering at Regina out of the corner of his eyes as he made the slurping sound.

Regina was visibly relieved and she began to primp herself. She knew that Hamilton "Hardcase" McRae always came in for a roll after he killed someone and she was his favorite whore.

Hamilton McRae was not the typical gunfighter. He had the look of an over-fed banker. He dressed in fine clothing that helped hide the paunch he had cultivated over his routine biscuits and gravy breakfast. He wore a pinstriped long coat and a red satin vest. His black gun belt held two matching pistols that were still smoking as he stood in the doorway to the saloon. His long dark hair hung like a curtain under his understated hat. His piercing eyes scanned the room through his heavily bearded face. To the casual observer, Hamilton appeared more of a dandy than a gunslinger. It was obvious the man made his living out of the sun and without breaking a sweat. Yet he carried himself with the confidence of a Texas Ranger. He was both alluring and nondescript, and he walked like he owned everything he surveyed. 

Ruthie found herself astonished at the sight of the man. 

"This is him?' she thought to herself. 'He doesn't look like a gunfighter". She had a vision of a v-shaped ruffian with leather chaps and trail dust. She found his low-cut gambler hat a stark disappointment compared to the outrageous ten gallon hats so popular amongst the wannabe cowpokes in the Deep South. 

"I'll have him eating out of my hand" she smiled as she thought to herself. This was exactly the type of money she was used to getting and for very little effort. After all, he probably finishes half way before he starts like the presby deacons she used to service in Alabama. She gently placed her hands on her hips with a slight wiggle, watching his face to see if he noticed.

Hamilton noticed. He noticed everything. His very life depended on every detail. 

"She is new" he said looking at Keeng. 

"She is" Keeng said beaming "Now Mr. McRae, she is a little different; the normal price doesn't apply to her. She is here to entertain the men of quality in town." "Like yourself, of course." he nervously corrected.

"Right, let's give you a roll then shall we?" McRae looked at the smug blonde.

"Payment up front for this one Mr. McRae" Keeng said. Hamilton flashed him a glare, his eyes narrowed at the finely dressed man. His hand slowly reached into his vest. Keeng did not flinch. With a lightning motion Hamilton drew a small leather bag and threw it at Keeng.

"Fair enough then" He said and turned his gaze back to Ruthie "C'mon you, let's go".

"My name is..." Ruthie started

"Don't care" Hamilton said without tone.

Regina shouldn't have been surprised that she would be passed over for new pussy. It only made sense that Hamilton would want to break in the new girl, yet she felt her skin warming at the thought, her stomach knotted a little and she realized her fists were clenched. She pursed her lips and cocked her head at Keeng. He shrugged and looked toward the stairs where Ruthie and Hamilton were progressing.

"Room nine Mr. McRae, please" Keeng yelled toward the stairs.

Hamilton waved his hand over his shoulder in acknowledgement. Regina's face lit up and she leaned across the bar and placed an excited kiss on Keeng's cheek. "You are welcome, dearie" he said to Regina as she darted off to the back steps.

Keeng was an innovator and a bit of a dreamer. He had built the saloon like a king designing a palace. He had tunnels and secret doors everywhere. He wanted to make sure he and his staff had ways to escape in the event of a mishap. What the hardcase did not know, was that room nine has a viewing room adjacent to it. Some of Keeng's clientele like to watch, so he had a special room built to facilitate the needs of his diverse clientele. Regina was already there by the time Hamilton and Ruthie arrived in room nine.

Ruthie and Hamilton stood near the bed. As often as both had done this, one would have thought there would be no awkward moment in the beginning. Hamilton scanned Ruthie up and down. She had long curly blonde hair; her skin was pale and slightly freckled. She had a longish neck that Hamilton was certain he could snap with three fingers. Ruthie sensing the discomfort, and being used to having to take the initiative with the little boys she was accustomed to, began to undress.

She removed her skirts, she had no bustle as she had just come off the coach ride and she knew enough that ride would have been a special kind of hell with the added bulk. Her alabaster legs were shapely. She was by no means skinny but she was a bit less fed than Hamilton was used to seeing. She saw Hamilton's gaze go to her legs and she quickly turned around showing off her well formed ass. She pretended to struggle with her corset.

"Would you be a gentleman for me?" she asked playfully. Hamilton dutifully untied her corset. It joined the skirt on a chair near the bed. Hamilton looked at it for a moment, laughing inwardly at how often there is a chair sitting right next to a bed with the sole purpose of holding removed clothing. Why not just place a rack there to hang the clothes on, instead of the pretense of someone actually sitting in the chair. "People are silly in what they do sometimes" he thought to himself.

Ruthie was completely naked and clearly comfortable in her nudity. Hamilton reached for the indentations in her waist that the unforgiving corset had left behind. He gently rubbed the area, feeling the texture.

"His hands are so soft" Ruthie thought to herself, again surprised by this man standing before her. She couldn't remember having such soft hands on her body; even the women she had been with had rough hands. She felt the skin tighten, and the goose bumps spread in waves outward from her abdomen. Hamilton smiled as her nipples wrinkled into shape. She was smaller busted than his favorite whore, but the teardrop shaped breasts seemed to stand out from her body as though she still wore a corset. His hand traced the underside of each breast in turn. Again the goose bumps came in waves over Ruthie's body. Hamilton was very pleased at how she responded to his touch.

He looked down at her yellow triangle and quickly looked Ruthie in the eyes.

"Unshaved?" he said genuinely puzzled. 

Ruthie put a hand on her hip and shifted her weight in disgust.

"Why would I be?" she said cocking her head slightly to one side. "I don't carry crabs honey, and I won't lie with anyone that is likely to give them to me."

"I can't see it though." Hamilton said with mild disappointment.

"Oh it's there darlin' " she playfully reassured. "Here, see for yourself" and she grabbed Hamilton's hand rubbing it against her wet lips. 

Hamilton smiled "Wet. You are wet already" he said surprised.

"Of course I am honey, it wants you." She said with a confident look. 

Ruthie had always had the ability to lubricate almost on command. It was one of the features that made her such a good whore. She required very little foreplay to make the spot ready for her clients. It was a skill she had a great deal of pride in.

--

"Scrawny bitch" Regina thought to herself as she watched through the eye holes in the wall. Still though, Regina enjoyed seeing the blonde's body and wondered what it felt like.

"Now, I'm all ready. Let's get you ready, honey." Ruthie said playfully looking at Hamilton. She stepped back on one heel and scanned him top to bottom. 

"Now, let's see, what shall we take off first..." She raised her hand to her mouth gently biting a cuticle in thought. 

"I know. The hat!" she said. She playfully removed Hamilton's hat and quickly turned it around. She set it on her head cocked over to one side. 

She smiled and playfully made a gun shape with her hand, pointing it at Hamilton. His eyes narrowed. She moved her "hand gun" and pointed it at her pussy. "Pooogh" she whispered as she fired the pretend gun at herself. She giggled and playfully wiggled her eyebrows at Hamilton, biting the corner of her lip just slightly. She reached up and grabbed the hat by its brim and with a fluid motion she withdrew it and tossed it gently on the bed.

Hamilton's eyes flashed. The look on his face changed instantly. Ruthie felt his hand on her head and did not remember seeing his hand move. His fingers raked her scalp and he drew his hand into a tightly clenched fist gathering her hair with it. She felt his knuckles against her skull, and realized in an instant that she was no longer in control.

Hamilton slowly and deliberately steered the surprised girl toward the hat; leaned her over the bed, making her struggle for balance. Ruthie was certain she was being held over the hat by the fistful of hair. She had surrendered in a flash. 

"Never on the bed, you miserable filth ridden whore. Never, never, never!" Hamilton growled through his clenched teeth. Ruthie could feel the spray of his saliva falling to her shoulder. 

"Are you trying to get me killed you miserable bitch?!" Hamilton growled. 

Ruthie tried to answer but her lips would not form the words to apologize. She instead found herself gasping for air and struggling to maintain her balance. She felt the hand on her right ass cheek before she heard the sound. The prickly feeling of fire resonated across her skin. The next slap found her left cheek; she felt her whole body move which in turn jerked against her scalp pulling her hair tighter. She could feel her eyes begin to water. Another slap delivered more fire to her silky round posterior. All she could manage was a grunt. 

"You never, fuck-ing put...my...hat...on...a...god...damned...bed" each syllable delivered with a fiery hand. Ruthie felt dizzy as she clenched her eyes shut. She could hear sobbing, and was surprised to discover the sound was coming from her. Hamilton continued. Each smack, each wave of pain, she felt herself leaving her body. She could hear herself cry and grunt with each strike. Hamilton had stopped yelling now, but the right hand continued its sinister rhythm. 

She hadn't been spanked since she was a child. She certainly didn't remember it hurting this bad. The pain forked its way through her body like fire in a canyon. She could hear the tear drops as they splashed against the beaver felt hat. Her body moved in response to each smack. For an instant, she thought she was going numb because she no longer felt pain. Instead, she felt a pulsing wave of pleasure that was very foreign. She had never experienced such bliss, and by the time she was aware that she might climax, she already had. She could faintly hear her breath quicken. Another orgasm seized her body. She heard her gurgled sound and realized she had just drooled all over the bed. She did not seem to care that she was now thrusting her ass toward Hamilton's hand, anticipating each strike. She felt the warm liquid running down her thighs, she thought about what was happening, and came again. 

She tried to open her eyes, but the room was too bright. Her tear soaked eye lashes stuck together making it difficult to open them wider than a slit. The room spun around her, and she quickly closed them and climaxed. She felt his fingers against her furry lips. She couldn't tell which felt softer, her silky folds or his manicured fingers. She quickly stopped caring as she felt a finger press against the front wall of her wet hole. The finger had found its way in to an undiscovered spot, one she could not reach herself. The pressure was heavy and she could feel the strong finger writhing into position. She heard herself groan as the finger began to slam against the spot inside. Quicker and harder...she felt herself swelling inside. Like a sock filling with water, she could feel her inside swelling shut, but the finger would not relent. It kept hammering away. She could hear screaming now, and again was surprised to learn it was coming from herself. She slammed herself against the hand. Hamilton yanked her head back still holding her hair. 




Regina and the Hardcase Pt. 01



"Ughn ugh uhhhh uhhh" she came over and over. Her body was twitching uncontrollably. She was shivering, but felt warmer than she did earlier. "What was happening to her?" she wondered and then she climaxed again.

She felt her forehead impact the brim of the hat still on the bed. She could not hold her head up, and at some point Hamilton had let go of her hair. She felt his soft hands against her hips. It was not a finger she felt in her now; she knew the shape of this invader all too well. She focused on it for a moment, trying to visualize what it looked like, how the head was shaped, the pattern of bulging veins. She hadn't got to inspect it before. She concentrated, trying to think through the waves of itching bliss that followed each thrust. She heard her moans and climaxed again. Her thighs were soaked. She did not know how she had become so wet or where all this liquid had come from. All she knew was that she was being fucked and she didn't want it to end.

Regina tried to stifle her own moans. She opened her mouth in a feeble attempt to silence her breathing. Her fingers were plunged deep inside her; she wiggled them feverishly, trying desperately to keep her eyes open so she didn't miss a thing. She was certain the sounds of her own wet hole were lost in the sound of Ruthie's ass slamming against Hamilton's hips. She slid her wet fingers out of her dripping cunt; she carefully placed her clit between two fingers and gently twisted in large slow circles. She braced herself, wrapping her legs around the legs of the chair she barely sat in. Her back arched as she gave way to the waves of bliss that consumed her. She could no longer keep her eyes open to watch the two. She could faintly hear them fading way as she traveled to her own ecstasy.

--

Ruthie had no strength left. She realized she was face down on the mattress, her body now just letting Hamilton thrust in and out. She focused again, trying to visualize what the invader looked like. She wasn't sure if she could handle another climax. She felt the member stiffen even more, the head was very hard and swollen, and she could feel it skipping off the ridges inside of her. It began to twitch, and she relaxed. "He'll be done in a moment' she thought, 'He is close now". She felt him shutter inside, then the warmth came in spurts. Six, seven, she tried to count, but found herself losing count when she came.

Hamilton gently slid her over on the bed, collected his hat, and placed it on the hat rack near the chair. 

"Never put the hat on the bed. It's a bad thing." Hamilton's voice barely penetrated the fuzzy feeling.

"Yes sir." Ruthie said with a shudder. "Never again".



Regina and the Hardcase Pt. 02



"As the bastard leveled the double barrelled shotgun at the thin man, he had the confidence of a schoolyard bully, absent the knowledge that this would be his last act on earth."

"Just a handjob mister, that is all you paid for." Eleanor said as she looked up at the haggered man.

Eleanor Wiggins was not a new whore. Her demure manner outweighed her misplaced features and made her considerably more attractive than her face alone. She hated being a prostitute and was secretly stashing money away to collect her sister and start a dress shop. She wasn't sure just how much money it would take to do that but she was certain this would only last for a short while longer. She was gifted with a needle and thread and when asked how she had developed such a talent she playfully announced "I have my hands on little things all day long, I have lots of practice!" The girls in the Promenade never got tired of hearing her say that.

"Mister, you said hand job. Fifty cents you agreed on it." She said still looking up at the grungy patron.

"Yeah well I changed my mind, put it in your mouth. I ain't gettin' hard with just yer hand bitch."

That was not uncommon for many men, Eleanor had seen it often. The men get full of cheap whisky then they can't manage an erection. What Eleanor also knew, all too well, was that she would carry the blame for that in the eyes of the humiliated man.

"That is $2.00 mister plus fifty cents for the hand job and another fifty cents cause you ain't washed." Eleanor explained matter of factly.

"Oh that's rich...a whore that thinks she is a banker...bitch you will suck me until I get off because you owe me.."

The man's tone was angry and Eleanor felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew where this was heading.

Eleanor stood up and walked near the edge of the bed. She pretended she was going to comply, and motioned for the man to come over to her. 

Frank Nubb grabbed his pants with one hand and managed to get them back up as high as his mid shins, then he awkwardly began to shuffle toward Eleanor. 

Ellie, taking advantage of his lack of attention reached near the table. Her hand found a crank handle, without taking her eyes off Frank she gave the crank several quick turns.

Keeng had been fascinated with electricity. He had studied a great deal on his own and had even met Mr. Westinghouse once in New York. Keeng was always looking for practical ways to incorporate electricity into his saloon. He had learned how to create small hand cranked generators that built up an electric charge, then when the charge was released with a button, the electricity would travel down the wire to a small bell that would ring.

Keeng had installed one of these in each room as a panic button. The girls were trained to use them if things got out of hand.

Eleanor had charged the panic bell but she had not yet pressed the button when she felt the first blow. Her nose felt numb, her eyes watered, and the whole front of her face erupted in bloody pain.

"I had enough bein' disrespected by you whores. I'm just gonna have to teach you a lesson" Nubb said as he delivered another blow, this one to her eye.

Eleanor was no stranger to beatings but Nubb hit her harder than she ever remembered being hit. Two punches to her face and she could only hear a low buzzing in her ears. Her eyes were hard to keep open and she felt dizzy. She reached for the table, her hand trying to find the button that would end her nightmare.

Two more blows to the face, Eleanor could no longer see. She felt the warm salty taste of the blood pouring in to her mouth from somewhere in the back of her throat. Another blow caught her in the cheek and the dull buzzing became A high pitched ring. Her fingers found the button as she felt her body go limp.

Down in the main hall near the bar Hamilton was slumped on the stool, with his back against the bar. He reached back without looking and found his freshly filled shot glass.

"Bah-zing, bah-zing, bah-zing" Hamilton found the noise annoying. 

"I think I've had enough already." He announced as he turned around on the stool to face Keeng. "My ears are ringin'" he continued with a wry smile.

Keeng's eyes quickly scanned the row of bells neatly lined up behind the bar. The bell for room eleven was animated and telling him something was seriously wrong.

The look on Keeng's face could only be described as panic. He paid little attention to Hamilton and instead caught the worried glance of Regina. 

"Room eleven" he said barely audible over the ringing noise. "Stay here Regina." He warned emphasizing with a finger pointed at her face. Keeng slid the dagger from its belt sheath and glanced at the blade. He quickly slammed it back into its sheath and threw the towel he had been holding down on the bar. The ring was slowly dying, emitting a sporadic and sickly sound. 

"I've got it" king announced as he quickly made his way to the stairs. He hurried past Regina who stood wringing her hands. Her eyes followed Keeng's every move. Keeng reached the stairs, placed a hand on the rail and took a huge step clearing two stairs, then three steps at a time he blurred his way to the top.

Phelps hurried down the hallway, his eyes quickly scanning the numbers on each door. After what felt like an eternity, he found himself standing in front of the door to room eleven.

Keeng fumbled with his keyring, quickly jiggling the key for room twelve. The unrelenting lock mocked him, he quickly withdrew it and his shaking hands counted out the keys. Nine, ten, eleven. He plunged the key into the lock and gave it a twist. The click echoed. Without hesitation he flung the door open prepared for whatever he was going to find within.

Keeng stood in the doorway, staring at nothing. He felt lightheaded and uncertain of where he was. He suddenly felt younger and somewhere else.

"Yar such a pretty lad" the man said as he smiled at young Keeng. The man had streaks of gray interrupting the reddish orange of his beard. He smiled as he gently stroked Keeng's tousled hair. Keeng looked at the older man with admiration. Embarrassed by the compliment he quickly turned his gaze to the man's muscled body. Keeng ran his fingers along the man's chest, twirling spirals in the ruddy colored fur. 

"Yar too pretty for yar own good boyo" the man said in a thick Irish accent. "We'll teach ya how to stick up for yarself. You'll need it lad, yer too deliciously gentle." He continued.

"I'm real good with a knife" Keeng reassured.

"Ya can't go about killin' everyone that calls ya sissy laddie, sometimes you joost need to bloody the man up and wreck his face a liht-uwl to make yar point." Eagan explained.

Jim Eagan came to the U.S. as a sailor from Ireland. He was already a young man of thirty-three and had heard that the United States had rumblings of a civil war. He knew that competent fighting men would soon be in short supply and so he made his way to New York. Eagan was a sailor, a fighting man and a pugilist. The aging Irishman had scores of barehanded boxing victories credited to his name and Keeng Phelps was madly in love with him.

"I can't fight like that Jim" Phelps said as he moved his hand towards Eagan's growing cock.

"Don't you worry laddie, we'll get you schooled up right. I'll teach you a thing or two boyo." Eagan said proudly as he folded his arms behind his head.

Keeng slowly stroked the throbbing shaft, carefully pulling back the foreskin and revealing the swollen purple head. He delivered a slow deliberate lick to the front of Eagan's member, paying close attention to that most magical of spots along the front tip. Keeng delivered another lick, then another. Eagan's leg began to twitch and he let out a satisfied moan. Looking up at the redhead, Keeng smiled and locked his lips on the front of the swollen post. He centered over that spot he called "the man clit" and tongued slow deliberate circles.

Eagan moaned, his leg moving unconsciously, sliding up and down along Keeng's naked body. Keeng began to stroke the back of the throbbing pole as he continued to lick circles on the man clit. Eagan began thrusting his hips, Keeng felt his strong hand on the side of his head. Eagan was writhing and panting. Keen increased the speed of the stroke and his tongue. He began to knead the front of the shaft with his lips, still tongueing the front. Eagan let out a loud groan, his body convulsing. Keeng felt the warm spurts landing on his face. He instinctively closed his eyes and let his love's liquid cover him.

Keeng placed a gentle kiss on Eagan's thigh. Proud of himself he looked up at Eagan. Still convulsing a bit Eagan gently stroked Keeng's face. 

Yar a good boy." He sighed. "Now what do you want boyo?" Eagan said with a smile.

"What do you want boy" Eagans words echoed in Keeng's mind.

"I said what do you want boy?!" Eagan's Irish brogue now replaced by the gruff and uneducated utterance from Frank Nubb. "You just gonna stand der?" Nubb continued.

Keeng shook his head, returning to the moment. He gazed at the filthy ranch hand in front of him. Frank Nubb was heavy set and slovenly. His mouth always looked black from the tobacco he chewed. Brown spittle slowly trickled down his chin as he glared at Keeng with disdain.

Keeng's eyes scanned the room. Slumped on the bed was a bloody beaten Eleanor. 

"what have you done?" Keeng growled through clenched teeth.

"I taught yer whore some manners. I don't take no guff off no floosie" Frank fired back.

"This is unacceptable." Keeng said trying to maintain composure. Keeng moved to the bed, gently rolled Ellie over. Her face was blackened and swollen. She had bled profusely and while both eyes were closed in her unconsciousness one eye looked like it would never open again.

"This is wholly unacceptable. You may just have killed her." Keeng said stroking the limp girl's hair.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave sir. The Sheriff will hear of this! Mark my words Frank Nubb!" Keeng warned gravely.

"Best you not say a word boy. Ain't no one give a damn about a whore but you open your pretty mouth and I'll close it for you." Threatened Nubb.

Phelps quickly stood up.

"I do not appreciate threats." He said without breaking eye contact.

"Guess I'll be teachin' a sissy boy a lesson too." Said the bastard calmly.

Nubb smiled, revealing his blackened teeth. An eye narrowed, the other looking at phelps' chin. Keeng quickly sidestepped the swing as it headed for where his face had been seconds before. In a fluid motiond Keeng delivered four quick jabs to Nubb's jaw. The dazed man staggered to correct himself and threw another lumbering punch. Again the punch failed to connect and again Keeng delivered several jabs to the ruffian. Frank struggled to keep his feet. Keeng, now fueled with rage begins to deliver punch after punch to Nubb's face. Frank falls to his knees begging Keeng to stop hitting him.

"Please mister, I had enough" Frank Pleads.

Nubb's pleas fall on deaf ears, as Phelps continues to deliver jabs to his face, stopping only after Nubb is lying on the floor covering his bloody swollen face with his bruised knuckles. Keeng grabs Frank by the shirt collar and drags him to the doorway. Nubb struggles to get up, his legs kicking and his dirty worn boots slipping on the hardwood floor. Keeng stabilizes the beaten thug, and grabs hold of the nape of his neck. With a determined stride, Keeng walks Frank down the staircase, through the main bar and stops at the doorway.

"Do not ever come back in here, if I see you here again, I will not be so merciful." Then with a less than gentle nudge, Keeng pushes Frank Nubb into the thoroughfare and out of the Promenade. Keeng, suddenly self conscious turns to meet the shocked gazes of the patrons. Leaning against the back bar Hamilton raises a shotglass in the direction of Keeng and quickly knocks back his unspoken toast. He then pours two more and carefully slides one towards the bartender side of the bar. Keeng straightens his waistcoat, retucks his shirt, and looks at Regina.

"You get Ellie to the doc, she is in a bad way" Regina snaps her fingers and two other girls join her flight up the stairs.

"I don't like when things come to that" Keeng confessed to the Hardcase, reaching for the poured shot.

"Sometimes they do, and you look like you had it handled. Done deal." Hamilton said as he sipped the whisky.

Still shaken and uncertain how to deal with the excess adrenaline, Keeng donned an apron, picked up a broom and began sweeping the main room in the Promenade. As Keeng swept his pile of dried mud, peanut shells and straw to the doorway two figures appeared. Frank and John Nubbs entered the saloon. Frank held a Double barrelled shotgun leaning against his hip. John had a Colt Army revolver tucked in his belt.

"This the sissy boy that whooped on you Frank?" John said pointing at Phelps.

"It is." Answered Frank.

As the bastard leveled the double barrelled shotgun at the thin man, he had the confidence of a schoolyard bully, absent the knowledge that this would be his last act on earth. Frank never heard the shot from Hamilton's LeMat revolver. One .42 caliber slug ripped its way through what once held the brains of half of the dumbest duo in town.

John Nubb, clearly taken by surprise reached for his revolver. Fearing the revolver would drop into the mud of the thoroughfare on the way to the Saloon, John had run the pistol through his belt and a suspender strap. The front site on the pistol caught, preventing a clean draw of the weapon. He was now helpless as he faced the remaining eight rounds pointed at his head. Hamilton smiled and reholstered his gun. John's eyes narrowed.

"I got you now you dumb son of a bitch" Nubbs thought as he watched Hamilton lean back against the bar. "You killed my brother! Now you die." He yelled across the room at Hamilton. Hamilton just smiled and tipped his hat. The last thing John Nubbs felt was the cool blade penetrating the side of his neck. Keeng. He had forgotten that Keeng was still standing there, and apparently, he had a knife.



Regina and the Hardcase Pt. 03



"That smell, fresh tanned leather and sweat. You girls have perfumed my establishment with the scent of a whorehouse. Thank God!"

In the Desert it rarely rains, but when it does, you can see it coming for hours. Keeng glared at the darkening sky off in the distance. He slowly withdrew his watch from its nook in his waistcoat, glanced at it and noted that it was far too early to be this dark. The sweat on his forehead was lingering, a strange feeling in the dusty climate that told him it was certain to rain.

"About three hours I would estimate" Keeng said without taking his gaze off the horizon.

"This will be bad for business hun" Regina said peering over Keeng's shoulder.

Their gaze shifted to the main street. Men were running about desperately. They quickly ran around carrying armloads of equipment and supplies. Off in the distance several men were filling bags with New Mexico sand and loading them on a wagon. The springs on the wagon groaned with the increasing weight of the filled bags. 

"They are preparing for a big one deary" Keeng said watching the spectacle. 

"They will be too busy for pussy then, guess the girls and I will wash our hair tonight." Regina said glumly.

Keeng knew she was right. The men in town would be busy trying to stave off the floods that are certain to come. They will be bracing beams in mines and sandbagging entrances. There will be no drinking tonight, no celebrating. The men will find company in each other's presence and while it will be a long wet night for them, the dryness of the desert will be preserved in the Promenade.

Keeng turned around slowly and looked at the empty bar. He will keep the doors open until the rains come but he was not expecting any clientele. He slowly walked to the bar, withdrew a bottle of fine Kentucky rye, and a glass. He held the glass up toward a nearby window, and marveled at how clean the glass was. He was very proud of how clean he managed to keep the glasses he had been in far too many places with filthy glasses and he would have none of that in his place.

"Even the cheapest whiskey tastes better with a clean glass." he mumbled to himself.

"Since when is that cheap whiskey?" McRae asked with a chuckle in his voice nodding at the bottle Keeng held by its neck.

"I thought you were to be in LaGrange." Keeng said reaching for a second glass.

"I am." Replied the Hardcase. "I just stopped in for a quick drink and to look in after y'all. I think this will be a bad one. I'm glad I am riding away from it to be honest." McRae finished somberly.

The two sipped the fiery-sweet liquid, gazing out the window watching the darkness slowly advance on the small town. McRae finished his drink, dutifully placed the glass up-side-down on the bar top and touched the tip of his hat.

"Thank you for the drink. I'm off to chase my bounty. I'll see y'all in a few days if I aint dead." The Hardcase said as he slowly walked out into the ever growing darkness. 

The sky had now evicted all of its remaining light. The first drops began to fall. Large, heavy drops weighted with the water that had grown over the winter months. The first wave of droplets beckoned the rest and with a fury of ancient times, the sky opened and let spill the deluge.

Regina sat at the vanity, slowly running the brush through her hair. She hated how the humidity made her curls interlock. Surrounding each tangle her hair formed a misty fog inciting her rage and invoking her accomplished use of invectives. 

She was instantly blinded in mid-brushstroke. The long strand of electricity seared across the sky like a forked snake striking at its prey. The light so incredibly bright against the contrasting blackened sky that Regina doubted an eye in the small New Mexico town could focus at that instant. She sat, waiting, with her ear cocked toward the sky.

"two thousand, three thousand..." She counted under her breath. 

For an instant she felt the distance between her butt and the chair, she felt every hair on her body stand up as the thunder clap shook the picture frames loosely hung on the wall. She remembered the sound of the cannons in Atlanta during Sherman's siege. She did not want to think about that any longer and dutifully continued cursing her brush through her hair.

She was more prepared for the next clap of thunder than she was for the gentle knock on her door. "Not a customer" she thought. They rarely knocked softly and she didn't hear a drunken body slump against the door before the knock. This knock was the voice of a softer hand. 

"Who dare?" Regina Answered the knock with a sharp tone.

"Ccccarol, Regina" Said a soft voice at the other end of the door.

"I aint know any Carol Regina's" Said Regina biting her lip to stifle the smile.

"No nnno its just Cccarol...Ccccarol Ppparch."

Regina Opened the door softly. The young brunette stood in the hallway wearing a night gown and nervously wadding a handkerchief in her hands.

"Why Carol, I dint reconnize yo' voice as the Carol I know. You ben workin' on that stutter of yo's child?" Regina Said noticing the girl's discomfort.

Carol smiled warmly and relaxed.

Carol Parch was the Daughter of a headmaster of a private boy's school. Her mother had died at childbirth delivering her ninth daughter. Her father had hired the cheapest governess he could find in the five burroughs to raise the girls while he tended to his duties. Carol had always believed her father stayed at the school so much because he had been cursed with daughters and no sons. The girl had always stuttered which drove any remaining love for her right out of her strict and unforgiving father. It was bad enough she had been born a Girl, added on the fact that she "spoke as a dullard" in her father's words and when she was caught by her governess in the throes of passion with another girl her father spoke no further to her. He marched her down to the train station, placed her on the nearest train to the western territories and turned his back on her.

The ticket her father had purchased only took her as far as El Paso Texas. She found herself penniless and put off a train in an unfamiliar and wild town. She sold her shoes for passage on a wagon out of town but the wagon fell prey to Comancheros. This particular breed of evil was noted for selling young girls and whiskey to Comanche Indians. Fortunately The Commancheros she was captured by had been dispatched by a long haired Texas Ranger by the name of Hamilton McRae. Feeling grateful for her recue, she treated McRae to a blow job for which he habitually paid her five dollars after its conclusion. She had no idea she could get paid for such a service and she found herself in a town that had plenty of business. At Age eighteen, Carol Parch was a prostitute.

"Come in child." Regina said softly. "What got you so upset sweetie?" She continued.

"Iiii dddon't like the ssstorm" Carol spat softly.

Regina took the woman in her arms, holding her close to her bosom. Carol, like Regina, was drenched with the sweat that refused to evaporate in the humid air. 

"This detestable heat" Said Regina breaking the embrace and scanning the room for her hand fan. 

"Oh to hell with it." She said as she removed her gown. 

Regina saw Carol scan her naked body with her eyes narrowed. She playfully put her arms behind her head, gently lifting her hair and instantly feeling the cool on her neck.

"fffuck it." Carol sighed and she dropped her gown to the floor. She felt the temperature change and relaxed instantly. Regina drank in the view of the young Carol. She tossed the brush on her vanity and walked to the bed. She lounged on her arm, taking in the curves on the stuttering beauty. Regina threw herself back on her pillow, sighed and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm so bored." Regina said with a sigh, as she looked at Carol. 

The sky boasted another loud clap of thunder and Carol found herself quickly walking toward the bed where Regina laid. Another clap of thunder drove Carol into Regina's arms. 

"Erye thin' gon be alright child" Regina said as she gently stroked Carol's hair. 

Carol looked deeply into Regina's eyes. She leaned forward hesitantly and was met by Regina's lips. She melted into the softness, her tongue searching Regina's mouth. She found the soft wet muscle and slowly licked it. First on top, then gently rolling her tongue over the side, and slowly curling under their tongues danced and played. Regina pressed her lips tighter, now reaching up behind Carol's head. Her tongue answering every lick, every flick and flutter. There was no stutter evident now, the young Carol had a hidden talent and Regina was heading for bliss.

Regina Mae slid her hand over Carol's body, caressing her supple breasts her fingers found the dark areolas and gently caressed them. The nipples tighten and stand erect. Regina circled each one with a gentle finger. She slowly traced each pink protrusion for a moment before lightly pinching each one between her thumb and forefinger. Carol moaned as her thighs increased their gap. Regina's hand slid in between her thighs, she found the warm wet folds welcoming. She gently stroked the lightly stubbled slit.

Another clap of Thunder, this time ignored by Carol, was followed up by a knock at the door. Regina and Carol tried to ignore it. Another Knock invaded the moment.

"what!" Regina Groaned. 

"It's me Lana...can I come in?" The Girl answered. "I don't want to be alone right now." She continued. 

"Come in then girlie!" Shouted Regina as she shrugged at Carol.

Lana Worthington sheepishly opened the door to Regina's room. 

"I'm so sorry to bother you but...but I just don't want to be alone right now. This storm, it scares me."

"Of course durlin, you can stay. We can all keep each otha comp'ny thoo the stohm." Regina said warmly. 

"Yyyou are ooover ddddrrressed Lana" Said Carol with a smile on her lips.

"Oh am I now?" Lana said playfully as she lifted her gown over her head. 

Lana Worthington was a rare beauty. Her was Mother an Italian seamstress and her Father an English typesetter. She had a dusky sheen to her silky skin, and reddish-orange hair. Most redheads were very pale, but Lana had the Italian dark skin of her mother and this made her fiery fur stand out even more. She was striking for a whore and her sexual appetite was nothing short of insatiable.

"Room for me on that bed then girls?" Said Lana as she fondled her own nipples. 

Without waiting for the invitation, Lana moved toward the two girls, slowly walking in the sultry way that came so natural for her. Her gaze shifted back and forth between the two naked beauties. She arrived at the edge of the bed, grinned slightly then knelt down. She slowly ran her tongue down Carol's lithe leg. 

"That ttttickles" Said Carol with a giggle.

Without a word Lana slowly slid her hands up into each girl's crook. She gently peeled back lips and slid her fingers in and out of the two wet holes. Carol and Regina locked lips as their hands found Lana's Erect nipples. Regina came first, letting a gentle moan escape from the corner of her mouth, never letting her tongue leave Carol's. Carol then began to shake, feeling herself begin to clamp down on Lana's fingers. Regina could taste the sweetness in Carol's saliva, she knew Carol would come soon and Regina felt her own pussy begin to pulse. Carol's breathing quickened and she increased the pressure with her tongue, her body now shaking uncontrollably she let out a deep guttural groan. Regina came.

"yummm" mumbled Lana as she removed her fingers from Carol's wet cunt. She gently licked her fingers and placed them back in, this time reaching deeper inside the stuttering, quivering whore. Lana could feel Carol's tunnel tighten and relax, slowly at first then growing ever faster. This time Carol let out a high pitched sound, breaking her kiss with Regina only long enough to gasp for air.

"Mmmmmhmmm. That's it, just like that. Come for me hun" Lana whispered to the twitching pair of harlots. 

The thunder seemed so distant. None of the women could tell if the shaking was from the repeated waves of bliss they were experiencing or the violent storm raging outside the building. None of them really cared. Lana repositioned herself on the bed, keeping her fingers plunged deep in Carol's slippery wet hole, she now moved her face toward Regina's dripping cunt. She pulled her hood back with her plump lips, sucking gently she felt the clit slide out of its sheath and into her mouth. Her tongue quickly found it and she feverishly flicked at it. 

The sounds of Regina first slapping at the mattress, then a naked thigh nearly drowned the sounds of her panting. The two girls were now climaxing in sync. Lana's tongue refused to relent and she stifled a smile as she felt it grow in her mouth, the satin pink pearl growing harder and harder, her tongue flicking mercilessly. 

"oh...oh...oh.." Regina was unable to form words, she was grabbing handfuls of Carol's hair, listening to Carol cum, feeling the itchy bliss that Lana's tongue brought her. Finally her tongue stopped, her lips relaxed. Regina was relieved to discover she could breathe again. Lana then plunged her fingers deep into Regina's twat. She felt the two fingers press against the front wall of her dripping pussy. Her body was wracked with the tidal wave of absolute bliss. 

Lana's mouth now targeted Carol's tiny little pearl. She wrapped her lips around it, gently sucking and licking circles. Carol's hips began to involuntarily buck against her mouth, her back arched.

"Oh, can anyone play then girls?" Asked Ruthie playfully.

"It...It...Its...oh god...It's cus...uh...uh...uh..." Regina was struggling to form the sentence.

"Customary to knock dear?" Ruthie Mocked "I've been knocking for some time, when there was no answer I naturally let myself in." She continued. "Now I know why no one heard me." She giggled out as she fanned herself.

"mmmmmhmmm" said Ruthie as she stared at Lana's ass gently swaying back and forth.

Ruthie quickly took her damp gown off, gently laying it across the chair near the vanity. She knelt down behind Lana and slowly caressed her ass and thighs. Lana playfully wiggled her ass at Ruthie. Ruthie slowly slid her hands up Lana's rump, gently parting the shapely cheeks. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss right on Lana's smooth anus. She began to lick around it in circles, quickly flicking her tongue all around the wrinkled edge. She could hear Lana's muffled moans over the other girls' squeals of pleasure. Ruthie plunged her long tongue deep inside Lana's tight crevice, she swirled her tongue around inside sliding in and out. Lana bucked, shuttered and then came. Ruthie heard the splash hit the mattress. 

"A squirter like me" Ruthie thought to herself "how delightful."

Ruthie moved her tongue now licking in long strokes that began at Lana's clit and ended at her puckered rosebud. Up and down like a slow moving paintbrush. Lana came in splashing squirting waves.

Ruthie felt a hand on her thigh, slowly creeping up her leg, gently parting her lips. She moved her hips to make it easier. She felt the fingers wiggling inside her and it did not take long for her to climax. Another hand was now caressing her clit. She continued to lick the paintbrush strokes on Lana who was now trembling uncontrollably. 

The women began to meld into pile of wet quivering flesh. The chorus of moans and squeals fueled each one to the next earth shattering climax. Somewhere in the distance the sky voiced its thunderous approval, the rain its treble applause.

Regina Collapsed on the bed, exhausted and dizzy; blissfully unaware of the muggy heat in the room. Carol lay on her back, quivering uncontrollably. Lana and Ruthie lay slowly caressing each other, occasionally shuttering with aftershocks. The bed was soaked but the women were too exhausted to care.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Keeng slowly knocked on the wide open door. Regina opened one eye and tried to focus on the sharply dressed man standing in her doorway.

"That smell, fresh tanned leather and sweat. You girls have perfumed my establishment with the scent of a whorehouse. Thank God!" He said with a wry smile.

"We shall leave the door open in hope that the scent will waft out into the streets and into the nostrils of the miners. Having survived the long wet night, I'm certain they will be ready to fill your nethers, and our purses."

Regina turned her gaze toward the sunlight now pouring into her window. She let out a sigh and a giggle.

"The Long, wet night indeed." She whispered.



Regina and the Hardcase Pt. 04



"The shiny silver coin tumbled end over end as it rose up in the air. Both girls eyed it trying to use sheer will to influence its landing. Only one would be victorious in that venture and Regina was certain it would be her."

The Hardcase slid off his saddle throwing one leg over the horse in a fluid motion. Without dropping the reins he loosely threw them over the hitching post in front of his favorite haunt. He looked up at the sign elegantly chiseled from the planks, painted in the brightest red available in the area. 

"The Promenade" he read silently. "So good to be home" he thought to himself.

He slowly stepped into the doorway noticing the classic vest-shaped swinging doors so often tacked over saloon entrances. 

"That's new." He said tossing his thumb over his shoulder as he made his way toward the finely dressed thin man behind the bar.

"It is Mr. McRae." Keeng replied proudly as he reached for a clean shot glass to set on the countertop. 

"Keeng, we've known each other for ten years. Why do you insist on calling me 'Mr. McRae'?"

"You know, I am not really sure." Keeng lied with a chuckle and his best poker face.

Keeng knew exactly why he called the Hardcase Mr. McRae. The local Sheriff in town was more interested in extorting crumbs from the wealthy silver claims than doing his job. The arrogant sheriff had never appointed a deputy, most likely to prevent competition, and so there was little semblance of law in the town. Hamilton, a retired Texas Ranger was more like the law in the small burgh than the Sheriff could ever hope to be. The Hardcase was good to the townspeople, good to his girls and one of Keeng's best friends. Mr. McRae will always be his name because anything less would cheapen the honor he had earned in Keeng's mind.

Regina came out from the back room and tried to hide her excitement when she saw her favorite customer at the bar conversing with Keeng. She quickly straightened her skirts, pulled her corset down a bit more, pulling each tit just enough to show a dark pink crescent of areola. She slowly sauntered over to the bar, leaned against it on one arm and looked into Hamilton's eyes.

"Welcome back hannnsome, you reddy to blow mah head off?" Regina said making a point to eye Hamilton's crotch. "I bet you missed me aint ya?" She continued as she stroked his front bulge.

"Oh sweetie, he's been riding a horse for a week, I expect he's looking for a different animal to mount." Ruthie said as she finished descending the staircase.

Regina flashed the blonde a fiery look, her brow furrowed and her eyes launching tiny invisible daggers at the feisty whore.

"I know you aint meaning yo' scrawny azz mizz fancy twat." Regina fired at the smiling blonde.

"Well I could be wrong, but I expect he's tired of chewing on jerky after a week of eating it on the trail." Ruthie retorted with a satisfied smile.

"Bitch I will knock the goddamned taste out yo' mouth!" Regina threatened balling up both fists.

"That will be quite enough you two!" Keeng interrupted "Mr. McRae is man enough to make up his own mind." He reminded both women shifting his gaze back and forth between the two women.

"He's also standing right here." Hamilton added. "I have an idea..." He continued reaching into his vest pocket.

Hamilton withdrew a slightly worn silver dollar from his vest pocket, skillfully wove it back and forth between his fingers until he held it at eye level in this thumb and forefinger. 

"Let's let the lady decide." He said with a playful smile.

The Hardcase then cleverly launched the coin high toward the ceiling with a flip of his thumb and a faint metallic ringing sound. The shiny silver coin tumbled end over end as it rose up in the air. Both girls eyed it trying to use sheer will to influence its landing. Only one would be victorious in that venture and Regina was certain it would be her.

"Heads." Regina quickly claimed. "Because I am soooo deliciously good at it." She added glancing sideways at Ruthie Sutton.

"Well that is just perfect for me, tails it is since...well obviously" Ruthie said as she gave her perfectly formed ass a slight wiggle.

Hamilton snatched the coin out of the air with lightning speed and quickly slapped it down against the back of his left hand. Still covering it with his right, he slowly lifted his hand, playfully teasing each girl as he revealed the raised eagle.

"Tails it is." Ruthie Announced with a satisfied smirk aimed at Regina.

"C'mon sugar I will take good care of you." Ruthie said as she reached for Hamilton's hand.

Regina could feel the rage welling up in her. This was the second time she would sit out a roll with Hamilton because of that pompous cunt. She was lightheaded as she felt her pulse quicken and surprised herself as she reached for the blonde curly locks of Ruthie's head. 

"You stay off what's mine you golden haired cunt!" Regina growled as she yanked Ruthie backward by her hair.

Ruthie reached up and grabbed Regina's arm with both hands, digging her nails deep into the arm trying to make it release its grip on her hair. The arm and the angry owner did not relent. Regina was now swinging Ruthie back and forth by her hair, as onlookers stared in shock.

"Enough, enough!" Keeng shouted as he banged the butt of a whisky bottle against the counter top. "I'll not have my whores damaging each other like that dog kennel down the way from here. This is a place of grace and beauty, act like it!" Keeng continued to scold the two women.

"Know what Keeng? It's been a while, I am of a mind to take 'em both." Hamilton said matter of factly as he handed a pouch to Phelps. "I want the pouch back though, it was my sister's." He concluded pointing a finger at the thin man.

Regina stopped pulling Ruthie around, slowly let go of her hair and both girls looked at each other, then the Hardcase, puzzled looks on their faces.

"Good deal then, don't let them take to fightin' in there please Mr. McRae." Keeng pleaded.

"I think I can manage to keep them busy enough that shouldn't be a problem." The Hardcase reassured.

"Very well then, room twelve please, at your leisure sir." Phelps stated eloquently.

Hamilton took the two women each in hand and headed up the long staircase toward room twelve. He could smell the anger on both girls but could also feel their astonishment as his decision to take both. 

"This should be interesting" He thought to himself then silently said a prayer that he could indeed keep them both busy enough to stay occupied.

He ushered the two women into the room and gently closed the door behind him. The two girls stood glaring at each other. He stepped up placing himself between them, a hand on each of the their backs, gently caressing them.

"Now remember who you are, and where we are, and what we are here for." Hamilton said sternly. "You are both far too beautiful and valuable to be fighting." He added.

"I'm going to sit here on the bed and I want you to help each other get undressed." The hardcase instructed.

The two women looked at each other awkwardly. As they stared at each other it struck them that they had undressed each other before, when there was no man in the room. When the night was slow and the girls, tired of being filled up by men that were more unfamiliar with female genitalia than a bar of lye soap, the two had treated each other to the unspoken pleasures of women that knew the female body. Regina smiled first biting her lip playfully she reached up slowly and gently caressed Ruthie's face. Ruthie smiled and closed her eyes, leaning her head into the soothing hand. 

They began to slowly undress each other, now very aware that Hamilton was watching intently they slowed down, teasing both each other and their silent admirer. The two girls now faced each other completely naked, admiring each other's form they embraced. Their arms caressed each other's backs, slowly tracing up and down with the lightest touch from their fingertips. They locked eyes first, then their lips met, finally their tongues met each other circling and dancing a slow and sultry dance.

Hamilton felt his pants tighten. He was getting hard and sitting down on the bed he had little room for the sudden growth. He slowly stood up, his manhood filled the newly made space and he looked down at the growing bulge. Ruthie and Regina broke their embrace, smiling they eyed Hamilton's member trying to burst its way out of his pinstriped pants. The two women slowly moved over to the man now closely resembling a "T-intersection" as he stood erect vertically and horizontally. The girls, in unison skillfully unbuttoned his fly, he felt the sudden release from the confining cloth. His pants slid gently down his hairy legs. Regina reached up and ran a slow hand along the underside of the throbbing cock. Ruthie cupped his scrotum I her hands, lightly tickling the sack as it wrinkled in immediate response. She lightly traced the center seam of the hairy sack with her fingernail. Hamilton closed his eyes as he felt the contrasting sensations of the two girls. They gently sat him down on the bed, helped him lay back. Regina cupped her plump lips around the side of his erect cock. Ruthie clamped her lips around the opposite side. Each girl began to slowly slide their lips up and down the shaft, first in unison, then staggered in an alternating rhythm. Hamilton's legs quivered and he surprised himself as he let out a moan. Ruthie now wrapped her long tongue around the back side of his quivering pole, sliding the tongue up and down along the back of the head. Regina flicked her tongue along the front. Hamilton's vision began to blur as he focused on the two sensations. The two women skillfully brought him to the brink of climax, instinctively stopping long enough for him to de-escalate, then they brought him close again, and again.

Regina threw a leg over Hamilton straddling his face, her mouth never leaving his shaft. She gently settled down on his face. His moustache and beard soft against her folds. She felt his tongue slide through her outer lips, then it blindly slithered its way through her inner lips, sinking into to her wet hole. It found the ridges inside and slowly licked them. She felt herself clamp around the tongue.

Ruthie gently moved Regina's head up toward her lips kissing her passionately she climbed up the bed and slowly lowered herself onto Hamilton's swollen cock. She slid up and down slowly, never breaking the kiss with Regina who was now moaning uncontrollably. Ruthie focused on the combined sounds of Regina and Hamilton, added to it the sensation of her cunt stretching around Hamilton's member. She began to slide up and down on the steely pole faster and faster. She could hear herself screaming as she came, now slamming herself down on the cock harder and harder. Regina, still panting and climaxing reached out cupping Ruthie's breasts in her hands. She thumbed the erect nipples. Ruthie took Regina's in her hands, pinching her nipples rapidly. The two women came repeatedly trading orgasms back and forth. Taking turns moaning and squealing.

Hamilton felt the itchy waves along the head of his shaft. He felt himself stiffen against the fluttering hole. He was getting close and he was pretty sure he was going to fill Ruthie up any second. Ruthie smiled at Regina, silently nodded an indication that Hamilton was close. Both women resumed their original positions, Ruthie locking her wet lips around the back side of the shiny purple head; Regina's lips locked along the front. Both women then began to rock their heads back and forth rapidly, sending their tongues and lips up and down their respective stakes on the throbbing, twitching member. Hamilton was bucking wildly and grabbing fistfuls of bedding. In an instant the girls felt the warm spurts of the fountain landing on their faces. They took turns milking the pearly fluid out of the gaping hole in the end of the still quivering cock. The two girls gently cleaned the shaft with their tongues, long slow licks, stopping only occasionally to flick their tongues together.

"There see..." Hamilton panted "Much better than you two beating hell out of each other."

The two women looked at each other and giggled. 

"You were right, he did just like you said he would...you do know your best customer."

Hamilton had never been so happy to realize he had just been played.