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and wet, and Clint fought the urge to spurt immediately. She began to suck him then, moving her head back and forth, sliding his cock wetly in and out of her mouth.
    â€œMmmm,” she moaned as she suckled him.
    He reached down and put his hand on the back of her head, left it there while she continued to work on him.
    Finally, she released him and said, “Is that as almighty pleasant for you as it is for me?”
    â€œMore, girl,” he said, “much more. Now you get up on that bed and spread those pretty legs for me.”
    Giggling, she flopped onto her back on the bed and did as he asked, spreading her legs wide.
    Clint got on the bed with her. His intention was to poke her right away, but when he caught sight of that pale pubic patch of hair, he had the urge to bury his face in there.
    Some of the whores had offered to let him “eat” them, but he had never tried it. This girl, however, was so lovely, and he could see the wetness nestled in there, her own juices.
    He went without any tentativeness. The hair was light and feathery, and when he delved into it with his tongue, the taste of her was both sweet and tart. As he licked her and she became wetter and wetter, her scent filled his nostrils, and he realized that sex could be about all the senses.
    He slid his hands beneath her to cup her neat buttocks and lift her off the mattress a bit so he could get at her even more. She gasped and moaned and thrashed beneath him and then suddenly he felt her body go as taut as a bow—and then she exploded beneath him, almost screaming.
    Before she could settle down, he mounted her and thrust himself into her, and she gasped, her eyes going wide, and clutched him to her as her body was again wracked by spasms of pleasure. He continued to hammer in and out of her until his own explosion came, and he erupted into her in painful spurts . . .
    * * * 
    Across the street, Wild Bill Hickok spread his cards on the table with hope that his luck had changed, but his hopes were quickly dashed when Dave Tutt spread a bigger full house on the table.
    â€œSorry, Bill,” Tutt said, raking in the pot, which included Bill’s watch.
    â€œThat’s the way it goes sometimes,” Hickok said, pushing his chair back. “Good luck to you, gents.”
    He walked away from the poker table, his back stiff, as he tried to control the unreasoning anger he felt. At the bar he said to the bartender, “Beer.”
    â€œComin’ up, Bill.”
    As the bartender put the beer down in front of him, Hickok grabbed his wrist and asked, “Are we friends?”
    â€œUh,” the bartender said, blinking, wondering what the proper answer was. “Uh, no, Bill.”
    â€œThat’s right,” Hickok said. “So why the hell are you callin’ me Bill? Only my friends call me Bill.”
    â€œUh, s-sorry, M-Mr. Hickok.”
    Hickok released the man’s wrist and the bartender quickly scurried down to the other end of the bar. In all the time Hickok had been playing poker there over the last month, he’d never been so disturbed over losing.

ELEVEN
    â€œWhere are you goin’?” Kathy asked Clint as he got dressed.
    â€œI need a drink,” he said. “You drained me dry that time.”
    â€œWell,” she said, rolling onto her stomach, “when are you comin’ back?”
    He looked at her, lying there on her tummy with her feet in the air, admired the line of her back as it led down to her butt. He felt a bit of a twitch in his crotch then, but he really did have a craving for a beer.
    â€œI won’t be long,” he told her.
    She rolled onto her back then, her little tits poking up at the ceiling, and said, “Then I’ll wait.”
    â€œOkay,” he said, “that’s a good idea.”
    She giggled and folded her arms over her breasts.
    â€œDon’t take too long,” she said, “or I might start without