Passion in the Old West

[Countess DeWinter]

When I slid down on his cock, my eyes dropped shut. It felt soooo good! I think I'm going to like this job...
I leaned forward and began to ride Fabio's cock. It really didn't matter that I'd never done this before, I just did what felt good. Pretty soon, I was leaning forward and riding his cock pretty hard and felt that familiar feeling building in my loins. "Oh God!!" I shouted. "I'm cumming..." I felt Fabio's hands grip my hips and he ground himself deeper inside me...

 

[R Nitelight]

Fabio McCabe

This time, I couldn't control myself, and I came inside her. I suffered a momentary pang of guilt, but it evaporated like a snowflake in the desert when I saw the expression of pure satisfaction on Charity's lovely face.
"Is it always this wonderful, Fabio?" Charity asked.
"It is when two people work together, sweetheart," I said. "Some men are selfish, and only care about their own pleasure. Some women, too. But if you find the right man, it can always be like this.
We were quiet for a time, and I made the mistake of thinking. It tore at my heart that the right man for Charity might be someone else.
"You know," I observed. "Eventually, we are going to have get dressed."

 

[Countess DeWinter]

all good things...

Fabio pulled on his pants and went to refill the pitcher for the washbasin. When he came back, we had a pleasant time washing each other off good enough to go back downstairs. I didn't dread it so much. Fabio had showed me so much! I knew I would be able to handle myself in the rough days ahead. Secretly, I prayed he'd come back soon.

I watched as he walked down the stairs and out the front door of the saloon. I hoped he caught whomever he was looking for. While I stood at the top of the stairs, I saw the man I'd seen before, the one who looked a little like my daddy. He was sitting by himself at a table, nursing a bottle. He looked like he had a lot on his mind.
I sighed and went back to take a more thorough bath so I could get "back to work."

 

[Countess DeWinter]

OCC: Fabio, as good as it's been, I know I can't hog you forever

 

[R Nitelight]

Fabio McCabe

OOC: I am in town for a couple of days, Miss Charity. Our paths just might cross again, unless I do something silly, like get in a gunfight.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

OCC: Oh, Mr. McCabe, I know there's still lots of things you can teach me. Charity looks forward to seeing you again. Maybe some of the other denizens of this town can get some action? I wanna watch!! XOXO

 

[mr spikey]

Sheriff Smith

Miss Temerity had riden out of town with the stranger. He obviously was a gun for hire. I had not told Miss Temerity, that I had sent word to the Texas Rangers about the cattle rustlers. I was still waiting for the Texas Ranger to check in at my office.
A hired gun would certainly mean trouble. Well, it looks like I will have to ride out to her ranch. I wondered how long before the Texas Ranger would show up.
Anyways, Miss Kitty would keep me company until then.

 

[R Nitelight]

Fabio McCabe

I bought some supplies, got my horse, and headed out of town. My plan was to ride away, keep riding until Miss Charity Brown was nothing but a pleasant memory, and to never look back. I almost made it.
Then, I cursed and turned around. The journey back was quicker than the journey out. Along the way, however, I had reached some decisions. My sister had a big spread back in Texas, and she was always begging me to come and join her. It sounded like a wonderful place to raise children. I would find Miss Charity Brown, drag her off to a preacher, and settle down.
When I entered the tavern, the first face I saw was Charity's. The second was the face of the man she had her arms draped around. Instinctively, my hand slipped down to my gun, but then Miss Charity Brown threw back her head and filled the air with her mellifluous laughter.
Clearly, there was no trouble here. She was only doing her job.
Feeling like someone had punched me in the stomach, I staggered outside. There, I literally bumped into a beautiful stranger.

[Edited by R Nitelight on 10-08-2000 at 01:50 PM]

 

[Race Bannon]

OCC: This should catch us up a little and get everyone in the same time frame.

IC: Temerity had explained to Jake about her rustling problem and although she never came out and said it, it was clear what she wanted. She wanted it to stop. Period. No questions how, didn’t even want to know the details, just make it stop. That’s the way Jake liked his jobs. No questions asked, no answers given. She didn’t want to know about his past, experience or personal life, only whether or not he could make it stop. He could and would. For five dollars a day he could do damn near anything!

The only condition to the contract Jake didn’t get was sleeping in the main house. He had to sleep in the bunkhouse with the rest of the ranch hands. Jake hated not being in a big comfortable bed with nice clean soft sheets. (A warm woman next to him always made the beds that much better, but tonight he’d have to rough it.)

During the night, Jake was awakened by wood creaking. Being a light sleeper had its advantages now and again, every second of warning counts. But it wasn’t danger this time, it was the head hand Frank heading out to do morning chores. “Must be getting close to sunup.” Jake thought. “I think I’ll take a ride myself and get the layout of the ranch.” Jake saddled his horse, more of a companion really, good natured, dependable, (didn’t have problems with being shot at or having pistols fired over his head from the saddle) and rode out into the gray dawn.

Temerity’s ranch was 4600 acres, lots of places to hide cattle if you wanted to. Jake headed to the canyons, the most likely place to hide the cattle before selling them off. Jake rode along the top of the canyon so he couldn’t be ambushed from above. (Learned that lesson the hard way, and had the scars to prove it!) Dawn had come, and with it the sound of cattle. Cattle that shouldn’t be there. Jake recognized Frank, but not the two others. “Found my rustlers.” Jake said under his breath. “It’s a shame this job is going to end so soon. I could get to like Temerity, at least for a little while.” That last thought brought a smile to his face.

The sun was up high enough to be at his back when he rode into the canyon. A slow gate, .44 loaded and loose in the holster and the rifle he kept in the saddlebag’s bedroll in his left hand crossed across his body. It didn’t take long for the three men to see him and spread out ready to fight. Jake stopped his horse with a slight tug on the reigns turning the stead to the left slightly. The rifle was still seemingly casually resting across Jake’s leg but the barrel was already sighted on the guy to the right. Jake’s finger tightened up against the small curved piece of metal.

“Excuse me.” Jake called “I think those cattle have accidentally wandered into this canyon. I’ve come to get them back” You never know, maybe being polite would work.

“These cattle are ours” called the man on the right.

Damn. It’s always got to be hard. Not once has being polite worked…

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: Pssst Theresa, Merry owns a big ranch, Muffin owns the livery. No employees since No Account is unaccounted for. Sssshh. Its a secret, don't tell anyone.

Of all my horses, Raja was my favorite. My husband had given him to me just before he left for the war. A classically beautiful Shagya Arab, I bred him to the quarterhorse and thoroughbred mares I kept. His children made excellent cowponies.

The other stud was simply called Wild. He was mostly feral and didn't like people. He liked me well enough to let me ride him, but that was about the extent of it. Raja was different, a blood bay with no white on him, always ready to see the world.

After taking care of the common chores, I hopped onto Raj, barebacked and without a bridle, and headed him off towards the free range to wander around.

 

[Silverlily]

OCC: Thanks everyone for the ideas on time continuity. I think with a little cooperation, this thread has a lot of potential.

IC: Doing her usual rounds, Merry noticed Jake and Frank were both missing. "Damn it, I need this like I need a hole in the head," she swore. "Where are those two?" Sending a few of the other hands out on fence patrol, she headed back to the barn to make a supply list.

There was a saddle in need of repair and a few tools that needed to be replaced. Nothing major, but Merry like to take care of things before they got out of hand. Passing the stall where Misty was stabled, she stopped. Misty had been her mother's horse, a gray mare, now past breeding. She had been put out to pasture this past spring. Merry made a mental note to talk to Muffin MacKenzie about getting another mare.

 

[ANiceGuy]

Gabby McFeely and the girls cum to town

OOC: My character for this setting is Gabby McFeely

Gabby McFeely is the "director" of a traveling troupe of girls who put on shows as they travel from town to town. The audience puts money in the hat that McFeely carries around in the crowd as the girls perform. Mostly the girls dance showing their bloomers if the crowd is appreciative enough the girls do another dance each time with less and less on. Of course they never go beyond bra’s, corset’s and bloomers. At lease not in public! hehehe McFeely does a risqué stand up comedy routine to fill in between acts so the girls have time to take off clothes. Usually one of the girls will be the straight "person" for the routine. Sometimes rumors of vampires follow the troupe around but Gabby tells every one who has heard that rumor how it’s a rival troupe trying to ruin their business.

His co-troupe members are:

Skinny- he is a tall skinny kid who while not the smartest guy on the block can play several musical instruments and as an advance man hangs hand-bills around the next town just before the troupe arrives. He has the hots for Trixy Fox. He plays the music as the girls dance. He has a wagon by himself but half of it is used to store handbills and troupe stuff like the portable stage and stew pot. He takes care of the horses which may be another reason for him to have a wagon by himself.

Tasha Tascovicha – Dark haired, well endowed and sultry, everyone calls her Trashy for short. Her parents came from the Ukraine. She says she is related to the Tsar but no one believes that. She tries to act like royalty but any one who passes by her sleeping quarters and hears the dirty language of her lust full moans knows where the nick name Trashy comes from! She shares a wagon and usually a bed with Gypsy

Gypsy – Small and a little on the thin side she looks almost to young to be in the troupe but anyone who gets to know her knows she knows lots more than the age she appears to be. She has some very old books that nobody can read that she reads from out loud sometimes and awful bad luck befalls any one who causes her problems. She shares a wagon with Tasha (Trashy). Since they are both bi you will find then both in the same bed most nights unless some handsome local boy catches their eye. Wait a minute if a local boy catches their eye you will still find them in the same bed! They are bi not gay. hehehe

Trixy Fox - She is the star of the show. She has curly blonde hair, big bosoms (TITs), and a curvy rear (ass). Trixy is in a word voluptuous She is Gabby’s main squeeze and is trying to convince him to call the troupe "Gabby’s Foxy Girls Dance Troupe" but Gabby is hard to convince. In fact she is in his wagon trying to convince him most every night after work. After all it is not like it is hard work (trying to convince Gabby that is). The only thing hard about it is Gabby’s "love shaft" as she likes to call it. Gabby’s main excuse for not changing the name is that he says it is not as eye catching as "GABBY’S GIRLS" Gabby has told her if she continues trying to convince him it just might happen so Trixy keeps trying. While she, like Skinny, isn’t the smartest blonde in the world she does have some very convincing assets. She has at least got Gabby to change the hand-bills headline from

"GABBY’’S GIRLS DANCE FOR YOUR FUN!"
To
"TRIXY FOX FROLICS WITH GABBY’S GIRLS"

The picture of her drawn on the bills is not exactly right. Her tits aren’t as big as the pictures but since they started using those handbills their traffic has really picked up.



OOC: If any girls want to take over any of the girls roles or create their own email me.

OOC: If any guy wants to play Skinny's role email me too He is going to see a lot of action once the girls get past his problem of BO caused by taking care of the horses Tall and Skinny doesn't just apply to his height.






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[Race Bannon]

Yea, being polite never worked. Maybe something a little more persuasive would be better. The man on the far right reached for his gun, or maybe he just dropped his hand too close to his rig, either way Jake squeezed the trigger on the Winchester and let the rustler have it right in the chest. The force of the bullet hitting the man was enough to knock him up into the air before he slumped to the ground in a crumpled mess. The shot caught the other two rustlers completely off guard; they hadn’t even reached for their guns when Jake drew the pistol with his right hand. Shooting across his body to the left, Jake managed to hit other rustler in the arm but lost a second shot when the rustler scampered around an outcropping of rocks and out of sight. That left Frank, right in front of him. Frank had been wheeling his head to the left and right watching what was going on, but not reacting. Frank’s pistol was still strapped into its rig at his side.

“Before you do somethin’ stupid Frank, think it through. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” Frank weighed his options carefully, (something real easy to do when you’re staring down the barrel of a gun) and decided to raise his hands in surrender. The rustler that Jake had wounded worried him, could he still be nearby waiting for an ambush? No sense in waiting around for it. Jake relieved Frank of his weapons, a pair of pistols and a knife, tied his hands behind his back and got him up on his horse. Jake tethered Frank’s horse to the back of his saddle and started the trek back to Temerity’s ranch, his Winchester ever vigil, loaded and ready, resting across his lap.

On the trip Frank offered to buy him off, pay him more than Temerity ever could. “Not interested” said Jake. Frank offered to tell him all about the gang of rustlers that have been hitting this county and the surrounding ones, but Jake still showed no interest.

Having had enough of Frank’s offers, threats, pleas, and whining, Jake finally said: “Mister, I get paid to fix problems. I don’t care if they hang you or turn you loose. I’d like to bring you in alive, but I’d just as soon shoot you sitting on that horse and bring your body back if you don’t shut up.”

Temerity’s ranch was just over the next hill. “This job was too short.” Jake thought “At least I’ll have enough money to go to town get a couple of drinks, a nice bed and maybe some company. A few games of poker wouldn’t hurt either.

Temerity was just walking around the corner of the ranch as Jake rode up towing Frank. “Ma’am, one rustler is dead, another wounded and this one’s for you. I guess you should take him to the sheriff. Unless you want me to kill him?” Frank couldn’t see, but Jake flashed a big smile at Temerity when he said that last sentence. With a wink of his eye he handed her the tether to Frank’s horse. “Here you go. Now, where can a man find a nice bath and something…comfortable to lie down on?” Jake emphasized the last part of his sentence by lowing his voice slightly and looking Temerity up and down. This was the first time he’d really taken a good look at her, as a woman rather than an employer. The tip of his tongue grazed the edges of his front teeth, subtle, like a man thinking…

 

[ANiceGuy]

Gabby writes to Caitlin

Caitlin was busy getting the place ready to open when a tall skinny kid came in and handed her a letter. It was sealed with red wax with the letter G stamped in it. The kid delivering it didn't look all that smart but he did have a certian swagger about him. He was eighteen for sure but maybe not 21 yet. He kept staring at her cleavage as she opened and read the letter. After a while she noticed he was getting a rather large bulge in his pants. Humm... she thought as she tried to read the letter and keep her eyes of the still growing buldge in his pants. It might just be worth having one of the girls give him some oral action to see if that bulge was all him.

Pulling her thoughts back to the letter she opened it and pulled out the note.

Dear Caitlin,

My name is Gabby McFeely you don't know me although you may have heard about me from my rival Digger Dunston III. He probably went through your town a couple of months ago. Don't beleive the rumors he may nave spread about me and my girls. None of us are vampires, hey we travel in the day vampires can't do that and my girls don't fool around like Dunston's do. We (Gabby's girls) will be in your fine city in about a weeks or two, the good lord willing.

I hope none of your fine townsfolk bought any of his "medicine". He claims it cures everything. It has something made from poppies in China that will make addicts out of any one that drinks it. I have a remedy that will cure the shakes and tremors that happen when people run out of his horrible potion. It's main ingredient comes from Burma where they know how to cure the Chinese shakes as we call it.

But back to the main reason for my missive. We want to use your fine establishment to do our nightly dance shows. It will create lots of traffic for you because Skinny here who delived this letter will post handbills all over the area telling people about our fine girls dancing abilities. And since our girls just dance and get the guys all excited it will create lots of business for your girls if'n you catch my drift. We usually stay a week in a twon your size but with all the ranches nearby we might just be able to stay a couple of weeks.

We typically share 10% of the profits the girls get from dancing for the use of your fine establishment. Given the amount of extra traffic we generate that should be a right nice week or two for you.

I've heard a lot about your charms Miss Caitlin and am eagerly awaiting the day I can meet you in person.

Gaggy McFeely

Caitlin looked at Skinny

"Tell Mr. McFeely that he can use my small dance stage for his show but the percent is 15% and that's gross not profit. And if I catch any of his girls doing more than dancing he's outta here."

"Yes Miss Caitlin" sinny replied.

"After you post your hand bills come back here later if you have a mind to and I'll see if we can round you up a little entertainment." Caitlin as said her hand accidently brushed against what she had to figure was all of ten inches.

 

[wetneice]

(sorry all...went away for the weekend unexpectantly...looks like the saloon really didn't need an eagle eye )

Kitty leaned towards the sheriff, although her other eye strayed towards the clock. How long was Caitlin going to be up there? An eyebrow arched when she realized it had been awhile. Pretty good for a virgin, she thought, the kid might be a natural.

"So, Sheriff,"she murmurred in his ear,"You don't look busy and you're almost done with your drink, I see. Or, at least, I'm done with it for you." With that, Kitty drizzled the remaining whiskey over her cleavage and the tops of her nipples. "Care to clean me up?"

 

[mr spikey]

Sheriff Smith

Miss Kitty whispered in my ear ' So sheriff, you don't look busy and you're almost done with your drink, I see. Or, at least, I'm done with it for you.'
She took my drink and began to pour it over her ample cleavage. I could see the tips of her hard nipples showing through her wet shirt. She asked ' Care to clean me up?'
I replied ' Why, yes ma'am. I be glad to clean you, ALL of you.' Miss Kitty hooked her arm around my waist and lead me upstairs. Yes, I thought, another hour wouldn't matter. As she walked in front of me up the stairs, I admired her behind. Check that, I realized, better make it two hours. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman.

 

[Silverlily]

Merry was shocked, she felt like such a fool. One of her own men had batrayed her! "Hmm, maybe I should save the taxpayers some money and let Jake here handle this." Frank was nearly frantic. Turning to Jake, she thanked him, "Please, make yourself at home up in the main house.You should find everything you need there." Looking down at the ground, she asked, "You will still be here when I get back?" Raising her eyes, she saw a small smile play along his lips as he nodded.

As she was leaving, Jake pulled her to one side and explained about the ring of rustlers. Nodding in understanding, she and Frank left for town. On the trip, Frank started on about how she really had nothing on him, just the word of some pairie rat. Fighting the anger boiling up in her, she calmly explained, "You're right Frank, your word against his. But I have the name of your ringleader and I am going to make sure he knows who ratted him out. I think I'll just turn you loose and leave you to Jake and your boss. How long can you run, Frank? How painless with your death be, do you think?" Resuming the trip, Merry added, "You'll confess, I think."

Sheriff Smith wasn't there when they arrived, so she left Frank with a deputy. "Here's one of the rustlers. They're not an isolated group, but I'm sure Frank will be happy to give you the details. Right, Frank?" Tethering Frank's horse to hers, and left. There was no one at the newspaper office, so Merry left a note inviting Miranda to supper the following evening.

Just before she reached, she remembered something. "Damn, I forgot to stop in and talk to Muffin about that horse." She would have to make the trip out tomorrow. Giving the horse to one of the hands, she headed into the house.

It was very quiet. Merry felt a small pain in her chest, Jake must have left. Fighting the tears, she went up to her room. As she opened the door, she found Jake sound asleep on her bed, his hair still damp from a bath. His shirt was off, she could see his chest and arms had many scars. Her curiousity got the better of her and she sat own on the bed next to him. Most of the scars were thin, like from a knife wound. There wee a few, very old scars across his back and shoulders that looked like they had been caused by a whip. Her eyes filled with tears, what kind of hard life had he been put through? There was one small scar on his chest, a bullet wound.

Before she could stop herself, her hand lightly trached the scar. Jake's eyes opened. "Um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...," Merry stammered, blushing furiously, and started to pull her hand away.

Jake's hand covered hers as he said, "Don't go."

[Edited by Kitten Eyes on 10-09-2000 at 10:37 AM]

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Charity

The handsome stranger's name was Blake Murdock. I tried flirting with him some, but he seemed lost in his own thoughts.
Trying to be coy, I asked him what had brought him to our fair little town. The icy look in his eye told me I'd just stepped on forbidden territory. But then his eyes dropped down to my neckline. The hungry look that appeared in his eyes made my pulse beat faster, especially in that little spot between my thighs.
I took a deep breath and asked, "Would you like to come upstairs with me for a little while?"

 

[KillerMuffin]

Except for the quiet rustle of the breeze, the prairie was silent. I felt like I was the only person in the world. Raja trotted at a steady clip, casually sidestepping prairie dog burrows, until we came to the creek that eventually ended in the river that ran near the town. I slid off the horse, letting him take a long drink, and took a drink myself. After wetting my bandana, I sponged my face off with it.

"Howdy ma'am." A male voice said. I froze, suddenly realizing I'd left the scatter back at the barn and was defenseless. I turned slowly and face him. "Nice hoss. You from the town over yonder?"

Mutely, I nodded. He smiled, and leaned on his saddle horn.

"Theres rustlers and the like out here. Pretty dangerous place for a pretty lady to be all alone." He said. "Saddle up and I'll ride back with you to town, if you like."

My distrust must have shown on my face.

"I'm a US Marshal ma'am." He said. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Whats a US Marshal doing here?" I asked.

"Vacation?"

I laughed at the obvious lie. It was getting rather dark, and I needed to get home anyway. Sometimes its best to keep a snake in plain sight. I jumped on the stud and turned him towards home with delicate pressure from my knees.

 

[teresafannin]

IC: It had been such a long time since Miranda had taken a day off, she spent the whole day riding. Returning to the town as dusk started to fall, she took her horse to the livery, brushed him, fed him & made sure he was comfortable for the night. Returning to the office, she found the note from Merry & decided dinner out at the ranch would be nice. Firing up the stove to heat water, she locked up & slipped out of her clothes. A hot bath was just what she needed after a long day on the prairie. Relaxing in the tub, her thoughts wandered to the handsome stranger she had seen yesterday. Wondering where he had gone, she was forced to admit to herself that it had been too long since she had been with a man. She had loved her young husband, but he was gone & she was still very much alive. Sighing over what might have been, she got out of the tub, put on a nightgown & robe & sat down to eat dinner. Tomorrow would be a busy day spent getting the newspaper out & then dinner with friends.

 

[R Nitelight]

Fabio McCabe

OOC:
OPEN CASTING CALL: Handsome, virile Texas Ranger looking for a beautiful stranger to help sooth a broken heart. (see page 3). No previous experience required.



IC:
"Excuse me, Ma'am," I apologized. "I'm afraid I wasn't watching where I was going. I...."
I might have rambled on like that for days, if the sight of the beautiful woman standing before me didn't take my breath away, making further words impossible....

 

[wetneice]

As Kitty moved up the stairs, she purposely swayed her behind in exagerrated little circles while holding her skirt up and tight against it. Turning, she smiled at the Sheriff over her shoulder and ran a tongue slightly over her upper lip. He reached forward and caught her half-way up the stairs still in full view of the room below, holding her against his body.

"Sheriff, I don't believe that's your gun,"Kitty cooed. The Sheriff's hand's reached around the front of her dress and lowered it slightly to release her breasts, his finger running over them and rolling over her nipples.

"Sheriff, you can have me here on the stairs if you want,"Kitty purred, her behind moving slightly against the outline of his hardened cock,"But it will cost you extra for the audience."

 

[mr spikey]

Sheriff Smith

She swayed back and forth as she walked up the stairs ( Damn I love a girl with a nice ass). She turned back towards me and ran her tongue over her upper lip. I reached up to her and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards me. I reach to the top of her dress and pull the fabric doen over her breasts, revealing her hard nipples. My fingers rubbed and rolled her hard nipples. My hard cock pressed into her ass cheeks.
She said to me " Sheriff, I don't beleive that's your gun. Sheriff, you can have me here on the stairs if you want." She pushed her ass into my hard-on. " But, it will cost you extra for the audience."
I blushed at her forwardness, and said to her " No ma'am, We did not need to put on a show for the people below. Let's get on up to your room. I am looking forward to 'cleaning' you."
She smiled at me and lead me into her room. She quickly closed the door behind me and locked it. " So we won't be disturbed."
I sat on the bed and removed my boots. She began to undress herself. She removed her dress, revealing the lace underware beneath. Her breasts were exposed, her nipples rock hard, from the alcohol drying on her skin. I had removed my gunbelt and stetson. I looked up at her and said " let me remove the rest, please." I got up and moved over to her, beginning to unlace her bodice. I leaned down to her face and kissed her. Our tongues met and began to circle each other. She reached down to my pants and began to remove them. Finally, my shirt came off. I had just finished unlacing her bodice and began to kiss my way down to her breasts. My tongue licked and sucked her hard nipples. I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I layed her down and told her " You're nipples are clean ma'am. Shall I check the rest of your body?" Her eyes told me the answer. I began to kiss my way down her wet pussy.

 

[wetneice]

Kitty moaned for real as the sheriff began his kisses of her body. She definately did not have to fake with this one, as she sometimes did with the dirty miners that came in here to fuck her as they would their own mule. Sometimes that was nice too, though...

The sheriff parted her legs to reveal her trimmed pussy, already wet with anticipation. His tongue licked around the entrance and she ground her hips into the sheets with anticipation. Then his tongue began to lap up her wetness and she sighed with pure pleasure.

His tongue moved upwards, seeking her hot button, while a finger began to explore the insides of her pussy. Now his tongue was pushing hard against her clit as first one and then two fingers began to move inside of her. Kitty groaned and grabbed his head, grinding her pussy juices onto his face as she came all over it.

"Sheriff Smith, that was very very nice,"Kitty sputtered out,"And I hope you enjoyed the taste of me. But now, I haveta taste you."

With that, she flipped herself on the bed so that she was on her knees and elbows. As he stood, she undid his pants and withdrew his ample 8 inch cock out of them. Leaning on her elbows, she began to lick his cock delicately.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Muffin

We stop at the livery. "You're in luck." I said, "I own the livery. Nice horse."

"Thanks." He replied, dismounting and leading the horse into the darkening shadows. "Nice livery. He's a littl picky about his company, got any stalls that are empty on either side?"

"Box on the end, the stall next to it is empty."

"That'll do." He said, leading the horse into it, then offsaddling. I went and fetched a measure or two of grain and a fresh bucket of water. I leaned on the door of the stall next to his horse's and watched him curry the sleek hide. "You know where I can get a room?"

"You can stay with me." I blurted out, not knowing where that came from. He looks at me, obviously surprised, then smiles.

"Much obliged ma'am."

"Muffin, ma'am was my momma."