Wilding In The West 4

Chad grinned and reached out to lightly trace her firm, round tit. When he touched the nipple, Allie didn’t shy away like she feared another pinch. She flattened her lips together and then her eyes darted down, like they were trying to discern what he had hidden under the crystal water.

“You can only expect an outlaw to be shameful,” Chad reasoned. “Of course, a really good outlaw can make you enjoy the shame…”

“Maybe I enjoyed a little shame to begin with,” Allie cooed.

She reached below with her own hand, no longer looking downward to guide her touch, but instead meeting Chad’s eye as her fingers found and encircled his rigid manhood. She squeezed and Chad’s eyes shut, his head drifting back in the pleasure of relief. It was not nearly equal to the temptation he’d felt, but it was enough to be proof that he wouldn’t be denied.

“Or a big shame,” Allie continued. Her squeeze lowered down Chad’s endowment, a long way, until finally she was at the hairy base of his loins. “Oh my. Oh my! That’s enough for two hands!”

“What a time for Michelle to take a powder.”

“Shame on—”

“I remember,” Chad interrupted, twining his hand around Allie’s neck and pulling her lips to his. Allie enjoyed being kissed far more than repeating herself.

“Follow me,” she said abruptly, letting go of his cock so he had to pay attention—suddenly nothing distracting him. “I think I should go check on Michelle!”

With powerful strokes she knifed away from Chad, who swam after her until she disappeared under the surface with a last flicker of her cleaving legs. Chad dove after her, and saw her wiggling form silhouetted in a brightly lit circle ahead. It was an underwater cave and, following Allie through it, they surfaced in a grotto within the mesa that neighbored the watering hole. It was hollow as a chimney, this aquatic recess open to the moonlight, but through a cleft in the rock so narrow that it was more like being indoors than out in nature.

Michelle was there. She hadn’t dressed, but she had put on a gunbelt. And in her hands were two .45s, aimed right at Chad when his head broke the surface.

Allie grabbed his arm to keep him from diving again. “Don’t go anywhere now. We’d like a word with the Nevada Kid.”

Teeth set on end at the reversal, his cock still maddeningly hard, Chad allowed himself to be led out of the water and up onto the rocks of this cavern, worn smooth by the same rain that had bored its way through the stone until this strange passage was formed.

Fluffy towels had been strung up on a line between two stalagmites. Chad could only assumed the girls had brought them in wet, set them up to dry, and now they were ready for use. Allie took one down and patted herself down. Michelle had already dried off.

“What’s the point of this?” Chad demanded. “I don’t have any paper on me. You won’t get a reward for bringing me in. And I can’t think of anything I might’ve done to you… yet.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Allie picked up a bandanna and wound it around her head so that it covered her lower face in the tradition of countless owlhoots. “You’re looking at the Sidesaddle Bandits. And we’re looking at the Nevada Kid.”

Michelle set her pistols back in their holsters. “We’re big fans, sir.”

Chad could only shake his head. “Who are you?”

Allie looked at Michelle. “See, this is exactly the problem.” She took off the bandanna, returning her attention to Chad. “We rob banks, Chad. And stage coaches and trains. But it’s hard! You can’t put together a gang when every man thinks he can just take over and run the show!”

Michelle looked at Allie. “But Mommy, isn’t that what we want him to do?”

Allie took a deep breath. “Yes, sweetie, but Chad isn’t the usual half-brained bumpkin we’ve been trying to make do with! He’s a visionary! A real genius at getting into vaults and strongboxes and anything else what has cash in it!” She stepped up to Chad, doubling up the towel to wipe down his wet body with it. “It’s like finding a good husband. When it’s the right man, you won’t mind doing as you’re told.”

“Not my experience with women,” Chad remarked.

“I told you he wouldn’t want to do it,” Michelle pouted.

“He just needs a little convincing!” Allie shot back, before starting to stroke his flanks, running the towel up and down his body like she was shining silver. “I know you might be reluctant to take on women into your gang. But as you might imagine, there are some things a woman can do that a man is just no good for.”

She took the towel away and spread it out on the floor, then settled there herself. Basking in the radiance of the moon like a cat would bathe in the sun.

“I take your meaning,” Chad said, because it was hard to argue he was unconvinced when he was naked and so engorged that the shadow of it fell across Allie’s body. “But I haven’t got a gang. I turned myself in, as I said. Went straight.”

“Very straight,” Michelle purred, her gaze making itself felt on Chad’s erection, counting every diamond-bright drop of water that dripped from its length.

Chad looked at her and completely lost his train of thought. Allie knew how to hold herself, but she was just a little more chiseled in her features, lacking youth’s luster which Michelle was so full of. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Allie. It was that he wanted Michelle so bad that it split his attention and made him desire them both. Like he was playing poker and had a magnificent hand, but a thick steak had just been brought out fresh from the grill and was calling out to him to be eaten before it cooled.

“There’s no way you’d make more money as a bank robber than as a showgirl.”

Michelle blushed and smiled and ducked her head. She undid the gunbelt. “I’ll put on a show for you.”

Allie was scowling, though. “Oh no! Michelle’s a good girl. She is saving herself for a marrying man. And why do you need her anyway? Look at me! My body’s as good as hers!”

“It is!” Chad assured her, then did her the courtesy of drinking in her naked curves. Her nipples were still as hard as he’d made them, just from tweaking the one all those couple minutes ago. Chad knew from experience how wonderful it was when a girl was that responsive… “You’d make a hell of a double act.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Michelle purred. “I love doing things with my mommy.”

“Michelle!” Allie barked. “That’s all we need, is him making you a mommy and him not having even a pot to piss in.”

“I have money,” Chad told her.

“Yeah, everything you didn’t either spend or give back to Uncle Sam!” Allie rolled her eyes. “It’s alright. I know a passionate man can go a little crazy sometimes. But if we can’t convince you to go back to work, what will? Jesse James himself asking you to ride the owlhoot trail!”

Chad shook his head. “I doubt Jesse James could be anywhere near as persuasive as you.”

“Thank you. But what am I saying, of course you can’t think in the state you’re in. Come here. Have a sample of the goods. I want to show Michelle how much more there is to this than lying back and thinking of mother church.”

Desperately, Chad looked to Michelle. She was biting her lower lip, her face flushed, her eyes wide waiting for his next move. “Go on, Mr. Chad. You’ve been looking at my mommy all day. I know she looks good, but think how good all that will look when it’s under you, all filled up with your staff—”

“Mich-elle!” Allie cried stridently. “You keep a civil tongue in your mouth now. I’m only doing this to provide for you. I don’t want to catch you doing anything like this until we’ve found you a proper match!”

“Yes, mother.”

Allie looked up at Chad with chagrin in her eyes. “Kids. Sometimes I wish I’d had a boy.”

“Can’t say I share the sentiment,” Chad opined, sinking to his knees, all of him so heatedly ready it might’ve been years since he’d last felt a chill.