Coming to town

Max

"If you can't sleep or you fancy a drink of something, you know where to find me..."

Max nodded and blushed again, sinking under the water to hide her nakedness, though the tips of her breasts still floated.

She watched his muscled body go and it sent another little shiver through her.

She set about washing herself.
 
Lou - ever efficient proprietress

I smack a bottle of my best down before Ringo. Hot damn he earned it earlier....


"Welcome back to the bar Ringo," I says as I get him a glass.

"Nuthing but top shelf for you cowboy."

And I make sure to strut and display jest a bit.
 
Cheyenna

OOC Better be quick or I'll snag Ringo instead and maybe share into a trio with Annabellee if she'll let me... *Nyah*
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The drink was a fair exchange to say the least but he wasn't talkin too much. I was bein feasted on by his eyes. I smile too
;)
 
why Miss Singing Gal Cheyenna , time for a break don't ya think?

Come on now... belly (boob?) up to the bar...

I'm thinking we can do quite well with this here Ringo!
 
Cheyenna

Smilin mischeivously. "Yes ma'am" glancin up an down over Mister Ringo.

I cans tell what she's thinkin and I knows what hes a thinkin under the belt. Jus gettin ta a room quck enough is the thing we has ta worree o'er.
 
Ringo

I can't believe muy luck two of the prettiest gals this side of the Mississippi fawnin' over me and it aint even dark yet. this is gonna be just too much fun. Ten I grin remembering what my gampa once said.

I lift the botttle of rye and before taking a big swig to get my courage up, I propose a toast to these beautifull ladies.

"Theres no such thing as too much fun, now is there."

Course I gotta remember that gramps said it just before he died at 102 from a gunshot wound, seems his wife and mistress caught him in bed with a twenty year old whore. who did the shootin' no one knows, one thing was certain gramps got a few special shots of his own in a'fore he passed on.
 
Welllll!


I stand behind the bar with my hands on my hips just a looking and beaming back n forth between Ringo and Cheyenna.. then I leans over the bar (with my girls fairly only being held by the nubs) and just contemplate on what we should do!

Intrestin proposition!

"Well... I got a fancy sittin' room... Would you all like to see it?"
 
Ringo

"Wellll! I'm not usually the sittin' room type". I say winking at Cheyenna, how 'bout you".

"I think I'll just leave this here bottle of rye on the bar on acount of I'm gettin' intoxicated just by gazing at the two of you." I chuckle as I get up from the stool and as Loy steps out from the bar and I take her arm, Cheyenna joins us on the other side. We begin to promeade towards the sitting room.
 
Max

Max settled into the bath, and as she relaxed back into the warm soapy water she was aware of her body still tingling from the unexpected meeting with the smith.
She smiled and gently brushed her fingers over her breasts, feeling herself stir again. There was still an ache in her. For a moment she thought to call Dan again, but she thought better of it. She knew his room number. She could prepare for him properly if it was to happen again. She hoped it would.
But that ache still needed attention. The fingers of her right hand stroked down over her taut belly. She ran them up over her thigh and let them settle on the mound between her legs. One hand lazily played with a nipple, pulling and pinching a little and her right hand stroked at her still aroused opening. She slid her fingers along her slit, then, resting her head back against the tub, she shut her eyes and arched herself as she pressed them into her. So wet and slippery still from the mix of hers and Dan's cum sweetly mixed.She pulled her fingers out and tasted the mixture. Mmm she knew she wanted to taste more of him.
her fingers went back to her puss and she gently started to massage at her hard long clit, stroking it round and round. Her breathing was coming faster, and her eyes closed as she pressed harder. Her thighs opened more, and she lifted one foot onto the tub to give her more access to her secret places, her hand moving faster and faster. closer and closer she took herself, needing the the release that the smith had built in her. She found herself thinking of him and what she wanted to do to him.
She pinched her nipple harder making herslef gasp, then brought that left hand down to her puss. As she rubbed faster against her clit, she pressed into herself with her left hand, Oh so good, reminding herself of the feeling of his hard cock. She was aware water was splashing, slopping over the sides of the tub, but it didnt matter, nothing mattered except the moment
 
Cheyenna

"Yes Ma'am quite intereested." Giving a wink at her and smiling at him.

Taking his arm and heading to the parlor. "Ya thinks ya can keeps up wif the both of us, Ringo?"
 
As we head to my fancy sitting room, I just wonder what kinda of fun this might turn out ta be.

Throwing open the door I shoo them inside and shut n lock it.

"I got this stuff from all over the world. Hope ya like it...

"Now sit, the both of you."

I watch when they sit on my fancy red sofa. I decides it's time for a little of my own firewater and pour drinks for us all.

Handing them out and sippin' my own I asks 'em "What do you think of my sitting room... or 'spose it's called a parlor?"
 
Ringo

I gaze around and shake my head grining.

" sure enough likes it, Lou, honey though it aint what I usually associate with a sittin' room or parlor." The walls are decorated with erotic art from all over the world. Thin whispy dark haired oriental gieshias. round bottomed full breasted italian diva's, blonde blue eyed swedish ladies, bronze sinewy california girls dark eyed gypsys, tawny indian maidens all in very compromising situations with well muscled tall dark men.

Little statues of naked winged cherebs stand provcatively on dark mahogany end tables with books of erotic poetry girlie magazines scattered about. An amouior at one end of the room its door ajar holds colorfull filmy womens nightwear of all discriptions.

On the main table, boxes of assorted sizes tied with colorfull ribbons, one open one discloses a long soild glass cylinder disturbingly similar to the object begining to grow in my pants as I gaze from Lou to Cheyenna and back again.

"Wwhoooooieee I whistle under my breath if this don't beat all."

I wonder who her interior decorator is.
 
Dan Cooper - the Smith

Shoulders swinging, Dan made his way back to the room. He already felt better about his new home, and he caught himself whistling to himself as he set about making his room more homely, surprising himself with his desire to make Max comfortable should she take him up on the offer.

Placing his hat back on his newly washed hair he remembered that a man didn't go unarmed in a frontier saloon, and slipped a pistol into the holster at his belt.

Hiding a stash of his money in the room he put a little into his trousers, and headed for the bar. Time to socialise, and get a look at the place...
 
Cheyenna

I sits down and looks at both Miss Lou and Ringo. I smiles nice and turns slightly.

"I be thinkin that you are awful tighed in them britches, Ringo." Winking at Miss Lou.

Taking the glass and sipping as i feel down right cozy.
 
Ringo

I looks down at the area where my britches seem to be tight and gasp not realizing how obvious my erection was. I reach down and thinkin' maybe I could just loosen my belt and maybe a top button or so.... Oh shit I exclaim as buttons start poppin' and my cock jumps from its confinement tearing the threadbare fabric of my longjohns and standing tall and proud.

Thinkin' fast so as to make a joke of it to ease my discomfort I say "Well if the barndoor is open and the horse is ready to come on out I recon he sure will and this horse is mighty happy about what he sees out here in the pasture.

Might as well get real comfortable I think as I reach down in my trousers and gently bring my balls out too. They sure was getting sore tucked down there so tight.
 
That Ringo, he sure does catch on quick.

I sit on one side of him and there is Cheyenna right on the other. We smile at each other and each put a hand on Ringo's straining iron.

Don't that beat all? He groans out like a stepped on polecat. I wink at Cheyenna and lean forward toward her... we meet right in the middle in front of Ringo and damn if he doesn't groan louder when we kiss.
 
Cheyenna

Tain't nothin to kissin, yet Mister Ringo was alookin preety damn good.

I bring my lips to Mizz Lou's
 
Ringo

Feeling two warm hands, one from each lady caressing my shooting iron and knowing theres plenty of room and some to spare for them to get a real good grip on the length and breadth it, I sit back and enjoy the show they are puttin' on for my pleasure.

Their moist red lips reach out for each other and their eyes are bright with desire. I can 't help but groan a little and my arms around their waists pull them closer, my hands exploring my fingers circlin' around their inner thighs.
 
Lou

Cheyenna shore does tastes good and Mr. Ringo's getting to be a pretty mighty handful. With just good intentions I break off the kiss with Cheyenna and wink at her again as I bow my head to take a little lick of his rod, then another. I look up for a short spell to see Cheyenna and Ringo kissing and decide to take a little bit more of him in my mouth.

Then I feel Cheyenna's hand on the back of my head, urging me to move down on him, and I'm thinking that Mr. Ringo sees that... oh glory, it sure must be a sight fer him!
 
Ringo

my oh my this sure enough feels like more and as I see Lou break her kiss with Cheyenna. I think maybe it's my turn at those sweet lips. Lou's making room for me as she ducks down and then I feel her soft lips on my shaft and shiver knowing now her devious intentions. I look into cheyenna's big blue eyes and then lean into her lucious mouth .
 
Cheyenna

I takes a long kiss from his lips and then stroke his face with tenderness. I wait for Miss Lou to finish and then take her place.
 
Ringo

I shiver in delight as I feel a new set of lips on my throbing shaft, different from the first but just as talented at dancing agilely across the taut surface. As Lou starts to pull away I push her head gently back down.

"There's enough for both of you fine ladies." I murmur, as I run my fingers through their hair. One blonde and one brunette.. couldn't be much better. unless.... Naw..... Ringo, I tell myself better stick with what you got. two birds on the cock is better than three behind a rock.
 
Cheyenna

I kisses him again and again, letting loose my breasts from the corset that holds my breasts firmly. Holding them together so Ringo can get a fair taste of them.
 
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