Lewis and Clark Expeditions

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“SHIFTERS CAN BE MORE trouble than they’re worth,” Clark looked at his partner Lewis, who was lounging naked on large pillows covered with heavy, white furs.  He was stroking his large cock almost idly. His olive skin contrasted against the furs and for a moment Clark could only stare at him.  Swarthy, with a heart as dark as his black eyes, Lewis entranced his lover.

“They’re animals in bed,” Lewis said. “And we could use a little distraction from the Pureblood idiots.”

Clark felt himself grow hard and he adjusted himself.  “You might want to slow down.  We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

“I like how you look at me.  Come join me.”

Clark shook his head.  “Not yet.  I’ve got to put on the professional face.”

“Who’s on the menu tonight?”

“That’s the beauty of it,” Clark said.  “Whatever you want.”

“What do we need?”

“A Tech.”

Lewis stopped rubbing his cock.  “Do we have one in the waiting area?”

Clark shook his head.  “Of course not.”

“Let’s save the Shifters for last, when our energy is plummeting and we could use a boost.”

“Do you want a man or a woman?”

“Yes,” Lewis said.  “I want to fuck a husband while the wife watches.”

“Can she watch with my cock inside her?”

Lewis grinned.  “Send them in.”

“Yes, let’s fill up this pavilion.  You look almost lost in here all alone.”

“I am feeling bereft.”

Clark rubbed his hand roughly over the bulge in his pants, but then gave up and just put his clipboard in front of it.  He let the heavy tent flap fall behind him.  Clark’s office was supposed to be empty, but a woman stood there.  She was wearing overalls and had hands like a farmer. But she had striking blue eyes, and Clark grew intrigued.

“I’m sorry Ma’am,” he said politely.  “But you’ll have to wait your turn.” He could hear the line outside growing impatient. 

“Name’s Jesse.  I’m a horse woman.”

“We’re riding via trains.”

“You’re taking horses.  I saw them.  That feller Damon got me in here to talk to you.”

“I’ll have to have a word with him.  What did he rook you for?”

“I blew him.”  She stuck out a tongue pierced with a barbell.

Clark tossed the clipboard on the table.  “Show me and be quick.  If you’re good and don’t mind partying a few nights a week, then you’re in.”

Jesse’s hands were sure on his belt.  She had his underwear halfway down his legs and was licking the tip of him when he grabbed her hair tightly.

“I like your eyes.  Keep them on me.”

He shoved his cock roughly into her mouth, deliberately going deep.  She swallowed and grabbed on to his ass with both hands.  He yanked her hair back and let her mouth fuck him, all the while staring into her blue eyes.

“Talented,” he breathed, liking the little pricks her nails were making in his buttocks.  He pushed harder. “No gag reflex.” 

He grunted as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue swirling.  He came down her throat and nearly swooned.  “That was . . .”  He slipped out of her mouth.  “Satisfactory.  If you could go through that flap, you’ll find your second interview.”

“Second? That’s not fair.”

Clark backhanded her and his cock twitched at the spot of blood on her lip. “You can always leave.”

She probed the spot with her tongue and looked at him with blue fire in her eyes.  But she went back to see Lewis.  Feeling settled and energized, Clark fixed himself up and went to face the crowd. They fell silent when he stepped out of the pavilion into the night air.

He saw his first choice right away.  Looters, by the look of them.  She was a red head, with a long braid down her back and a good set of breasts in a leather halter.  Catching him looking, she put her hand into her companion’s.  He looked hungry and mean, muscled with gleaming black skin and scars on his neck.

“You two, come with me.”

They followed him in.

“Please, have a seat.”  Clark waved his hand to two folding chairs while he perched on the edge of his desk.  “Tell me about yourselves.”

“I’m Flint,” the man said.  “I work with knives.”

“So does everyone else.  What new thing can you offer me?”

“I don’t mind killing.”

Clark shrugged.

“I can hold my own in a fight.”

“Where did you get the scars?”

Flint stroked his neck.  “You won’t believe me.”

“Try me, but if you bore me, your wife has to take off that halter and interview topless.”

Flint looked like he was going to walk out, but the woman barked in laughter.  “Oh, it’s not a boring story,” she said.

“Shut it, Lynn,” Flint said.

“What do you do Lynn?” Clark liked that she didn't look away from him.  She even leaned forward slightly so he could take a good look down her shirt.

“I can do all the usual stuff, take care of myself." She trailed a hand over her chest, to rest it between her legs.  "But I can sense things.”

“What type of things?”  Clark was intrigued in spite of himself.  Lynn wasn’t a beauty.  Didn’t have eyes like Jesse, but he was going to enjoy fucking her.  Flint too, probably.

“That’s Flint’s story.”

Clark turned his head to Flint.

“I come from the Midstates.  Iowa.”

“What brings you all the way up North?”

“He’s running,” Lynn said.

“I said shut it.  I ran.  I’m not afraid to admit that.  Damn lizard nearly tore my throat out.”

“Lizard?”  Clark took his eyes off Lynn's fingers that were slightly moving over the seam in her pants..

“Dragon,” Lynn said.

“No such thing,” Flint corrected her.  “It’s like one of those iguanas only bigger and can fly.”

Clark thought that could probably be called a dragon, but didn’t interrupt.

“Anyway, I was harvesting some corn.  It still grows in Iowa.”

Clark nodded.  “So you’re a farmer that likes to play with knives.”

“He ain’t a farmer anymore,” Lynn said, but shrank back at Flint’s glare.

“When this critter comes out of the sky and starts tearing into the plants like it’s dying of hunger.  I had to stop it.  It was going to ruin the crops. They were all I had to survive the winter.  So I tried to fight it off with my shovel and hoe.”

“Not your knives?” Clark said, amused at the mental image.

“Too small to do any real damage.”

“Why aren’t you dead?”

“It decided I would make a better dinner for its babies.”

“Babies?”

“Four of them.  Dropped me in the nest and they tore into me.”

“Again, why aren’t you dead?” Clark asked.

“Me,” Lynn said.

Clark swiveled his head to her.  “You forgot to mention dragon slayer to your list of . . .” he eyed her chest again. “Attributes.”

She shrugged out of her halter and two melon like breasts perked up at his glance.

“Lynn!”  Flint sounded scandalized.

“I wasn’t bored,” Clark said.

Lynn shrugged, “It was coming off anyway, wasn’t it?”

Clark grinned.  Her nipples were large and pink a darker hue formed a large circle around them.  “You have my full attention.”

“They like Shifter meat,” Lynn said.

“Well, who doesn’t?”  Clark thought, but before he could say anything, she continued.

“I threw them pieces of one I cut apart and grabbed Flint and ran.”

“Tell me about your senses,” Clark said.

“I can smell a Shifter.  Feel if a critter is close.  I can pin point its location with an arrow.  I don’t have to see it.”

Clark felt a pang of disappointment that there wouldn’t be a need for a second interview.  “I would like to offer you a place on the team.”

“We accept,” Flint said.

Clark cocked his head.  “The offer was for Lynn.”

“We’re a team,” Lynn said.

“I’d have to run that by my partner,” Clark said, brightening at the knowing look in Lynn’s eyes.  “How bad to do you want the job, Flint?”

“Bad enough to go back through the lizard lands.”

“Tell me about your teamwork.” Clark eyed him up and down.

“It’s like that, huh?”  Flint smiled grimly.

“Told you,” Lynn said.

“Shut it.” This time it was Clark that said it.

“What do you want me to say?”  Flint said.

“We’re going to be travelling a long time.  My partner and I have varied tastes and get bored easily.  Being part of this team, you will need to contribute in ways other than your knives.”

“For the loot you’re offering, I’ll do anything,” Flint said.

“That’s so good to hear.” Clark hopped off the desk.  “Go into the next room and speak with my partner.”

When Flint stood up, Clark grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him roughly.  Flint tensed, but relaxed into the kiss.

“I see we understand each other,” Clark said.  He tweaked Lynn’s nipple as she passed. 

She giggled and rubbed her hand over his crotch.  “Are you coming?”

“Eventually,” he said.  “I have a few more interviews to conduct.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” she sashayed after her husband.

Clark cleared his throat and went back to his clipboard.  It took him about an hour to go through the rest of the candidates.  He sent back to Lewis two medics, two weapon smiths, three hunters, three gatherers, and four Shifters.  Each one was chosen for a feature that was unique. In some cases, it was just a matter of picking a different color of skin or eye.  Others it was a talent that no one else had, although none were as unique as Lynn or had Jesse’s blue eyes.  Speaking of which, Clark stepped out of the tent for the last time.

“We have filled all positions.  Thank you for your interest.”

The grumbles and swearing didn’t bother him. In fact, Clark was hoping some entrepreneur would shadow the caravan.  He’d have backup positions in case of losses and he wouldn’t even have to feed them.  Of course, he ran the risk that there might be duplicates.  But he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.  It was important no two were the same.  Lewis needed to be satiated or bad things happened.  When Lewis grew bored, disaster struck.  It struck three times already.

Clark was already undressing when he went into the back of the pavilion.  The smell of sex was heavy in the air.  His eyes went to Jesse who was tied to the center post of the large tent.  Her blue eyes tracked him, even as the Shifter fucked her.  Clark tried to remember the brute’s name.  Timber, as in the wolf not the tree.  A female Shifter played with herself while another whipped Timber with a cat o nine tails.  Each flash of the whip made Timber frenzied.  Jesse’s pretty eyes closed in bliss.

But as entertaining as watching Jesse get off was, Clark wanted to play with his lover.  He spotted him immediately, surrounded by couples enjoying each other’s bodies. Clark watched Lewis ease into the medic who had his ass in the air, eating out a gatherer with tiny breasts and a luscious mouth that was servicing a hunter.  The sea of flesh washed over him and he watched Lewis’s face contort in orgasm as he shuddered with his cock buried deep into the medic’s ass.

Clark sampled here and there, amusing himself while Lewis finished up.  He caught up with his partner just as Lewis was easing himself into the wide metal tub.

“Join me in the bath?”  Lewis asked him. The tub steamed and a layer of bubbles covered the interesting bits.

“How did you get hot water if we don’t have a Tech?”

“The old fashioned way,” He gestured to Flint who was carrying buckets of water and filling up tubs around the large pavilion, while Lynn was tending the fires that heated the water.

“You saved them for me,” Clark said.

“I love you best,” Lewis said simply.  “Now let’s see how much water we can drench the floor with when I fuck you.”

Clark stripped quickly and stepped into the tub.  He pulled Lewis up to his knees.  Squirting the liquid soap into his hand, Clark rubbed Lewis’ cock.  The hot water and the slick soap made his hands a silky sheath.

“Do you think this will be enough?” Clark asked.

“There’s a lot of potential here.”  Lewis squirted the soap over Clark’s chest and rubbed his hands over the hard muscles he found there.  “You had the little whore with the blue eyes.”

“She took the edge off.”

“I’m displeased.”

“Jealous?”

Lewis kissed him hard enough that his teeth clacked against his lips.  Blood trickled in and Clark slanted his mouth so Lewis could sip it.

“Trying to appease me?”  Lewis said.

Clark was jerking him off hard.  “Her tongue ring did it.”

Lewis dipped his head back and laughed.  Clark swooped in and bit his neck hard.

“Yeah,” Lewis grunted.  “Turn around and watch her while I fuck you.”

Clark gave him another kiss before Lewis shoved him roughly on all fours.  Water sploshed over the sides.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” Lewis said, slipping into Clark’s ass.  Clark arched his back and hissed in pleasure.  “Find her.  Find that whore.”

Clark found Jesse.  She was untied and giving another spectacular blowjob.  This time to a weapon smith who was sprawled on his back with another hunter sitting on his face.  The weapon smith’s body twitched as the girls went to town on him.  Clark narrowed his focus on Jesse as pleasure ripped through him with each thrust of Lewis’s cock.

“Can’t see her eyes.”  Lewis said and clucked in disapproval.

“Gods you feel so good,” Clark backed up against Lewis, arching and wiggling to get just the right pressure.

Lewis was relentless.  “Let’s see if we can find pretty, topless Lynn.”  He smacked Clark’s ass hard.  Clark grunted.  “Liked her tits did you?”

“Oh yeah,”

“There she is.”  Lewis yanked Clark’s head roughly until he was staring at Lynn.

She sensed his glance and turned.  Naked, she was careful around the fire.  She stepped away from it.  Not taking her eyes off them, she cupped her breasts as if she were offering them.

“I like her.  She’s going to be an asset.”  Lewis said.

“I want her,” Clark growled.

“Call her.”

“Lynn, come here,” Clark ordered, biting his lip to keep from moaning.

She sashayed over.

“You too Flint,” Lewis said and eased his cock out of Clark.

Clark huffed in disappointment and got another hit on his ass.  “Pace yourself, lover.  We have all night.”

“You’re the one that needs to pace yourself.  We need to get this group to California.”

“You keep the assassins off our trail and we’ll get there.”

“Once we’re on the train, they can’t touch us.”

“Oh we’ll be touched,” Lewis said.  “Count on it.”

Clark vaulted out of tub, gathered Lynn in his arms.  Lewis followed more slowly, watching Clark rub himself over the red head.

“Help me out, Flint.”  Lewis extended a hand and Flint supported him as he gracefully pranced out of the tub.  “Your wife’s a horny slut, isn’t she?”

Flint tensed but said lightly, “That’s why I married her.”  But there was a tic in his jaw when Clark began to suck on Lynn’s tits.

Lewis rubbed his shoulders, feeling the grooves and planes that hard work built.  “Let’s take out some aggression shall we.  Oh, Jesse!”

Clark looked up, but Lynn grabbed his head back down.

Jesse came over, her eyes glazed with passion.  Lewis kissed her, dipping his tongue in her mouth.

“You taste like cum,” he said.  “But not enough.  This is Flint.  He needs to relax.  See if you can do something about that.  Let’s recline on the cushions.”  Lewis guided them.  When Flint was seated, Lewis positioned Jessie so she was hovered over him.  Pushing Jesse’s head roughly down, he encouraged her to deep throat Flint's cock.  Up and down, he used Jesse’s mouth to suck off Flint.

Lynn and Clark joined them.  Clark laid Lynn next to her husband and spread her legs.

“Natural red head, too.” Clark grinned at Flint before burying his face in his wife’s pussy.

"Finally," Lynn sighed and grabbed her husband’s hand.

Flint came first.  He lay there, helpless and nearly sucked blind.  Lewis flipped him on his chest before he could react.  He poured the massage oil down Flint’s back.

“Help me out here, Jesse,” Lewis said, holding her hands as they both rubbed the oil into Flint’s skin, kneading the twitching flesh.

Lewis dragged his cock up Flint’s’ leg, laughing as Flint jerked away.  Lewis rolled his cock over Flint’s ass covering it in oil.

“This is going to hurt a bit,” Lewis smiled and sank his teeth into the meat of Flint’s shoulder.  At his howl of pain, Lewis thrust inside him.

Lynn came at the sight.  She was a screamer.  Clark kissed her belly.  “Roll over,” he told her and positioned her so she faced her husband, who was being enthusiastically fucked by Lewis.

“Tell me Jesse,” Clark said, as he dipped his cock into Lynn’s wetness.  He eased slowly in, feeling Lynn shudder and back up violently against him. Clark rolled his neck in bliss.

“What?”  Jesse said, kneeling between the partners.

Lewis was breathing harsh, his cock rocking deep into Flint.  Flint was kissing his wife, who was making sobbing moans of pleasure as Clark slipped out of her.  His cock was glistening as he slid into her ass. 

“Who haven’t you fucked tonight?”

“You,” Jesse said.  “These two.”

“Well,” Clark gritted out.  “We’ll have to arrange that. Lynn, you like pussy?”

“N-n-no,” she said, licking her husband’s face as they both bounced together under the hard fucking of the partners.

“You just might by the time we get to California.  Don’t worry, we’ll start off slow.”

Lewis finished with a growl that had Clark looking at him in warning.  He laughed and collapsed back on the pillow.

“Good man, Flint.”  Lewis wrenched Flint away from his wife so he was on his back.  “Look Jesse, he’s hard again.  Give him a ride and see if we can sweeten his wife a little on your charms.”

Jesse crawled over to Flint and gave him a lascivious lick before throwing her leg over him.  Her head went back as she impaled herself him.  Jesse’s mouth made such a perfect “O” that Clark came inside of Lynn.

“She likes your husband’s cock,” Clark said and pulled Lynn up by her hair to a kneeling position.

“Who doesn’t?” Lynn said.

“Look at her little tits bouncing, give them a suck.”

Clark guided Lynn’s head in as she softly closed her mouth over Jesse’s nipple.

Jesse moaned and Flint grabbed her ass and started to buck faster into her.

Clark lightly tugged on Lynn’s nipples.  “Yes, do it just like you like it done.”

Lynn began to suck more enthusiastically.  Clark rewarded her by slicking his fingers over her clit.  Then he reached over and found Jesse’s, feeling Flint’s cock rub against his fingers.

“Oh partner, I have good feelings about this group,” Clark said.

Lewis just leaned back and watched.  “Well see,” he said, and began to play with himself.