Captive Cowboy

Captive Cowboy -- Part 1

In the Wild West a fierce outlaw and occasional do-gooder named Cade McDell wanders the desolate landscape. His latest exploits take him near the hacienda of a young senorita whom he saved weeks ago from the attentions of a brutal Mexican magistrate. Now, tired from his travels and returning the way he came, Cade finds that Adelita is not alone. And what he discovers is that Adelita and her sister Juliana have more than just simple hospitality in mind...

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"You thought you would come and have Adelita keep her promise, eh Senor?" Adelita smiled seductively. Her face was still bruised, but much of the swelling had gone down. It was now possible to see just how pretty she was. Dressed just in a silky chemise that took a pink hue from the tinted lamp, her more-than-ample figure was clearly outlined by the clinging cloth. Firm breasts, their erect nipples prominent against the soft silk, their aureoles like shadows on the silk, made him more than a little horny, even after the long ride.

He turned around to discover Juliana dressed in the same sort of filmy cloth. Her figure was less full, but no less appealing. Younger than Adelita, and leaner, she possessed an athletic grace as she crossed the room, her long legs pulling the cloth tight against her thighs and derriere as she walked to a table and set down the pistol.

"Maybe we should put out the light," Adelita suggested.

"That's a good idea," Cade agreed.

Adelita lifted the chimney of the lamp, bent over, and paused long enough to give him a good look down the front of her nightgown. He noticed, and she smiled, then pursed her lips to blow him a kiss before extinguishing the flickering flame.

One of the women, he wasn't sure which, went to the door and locked it. He smelled her perfume as she glided by him in the darkness, and he tried to guess which of them she was.

In a husky voice, the woman said, "We have much to tell you, Senior McDell. But first we have more important things to do."

On her way back, she stopped at his side, took him by the arm, and tugged him toward the back of the room where, he knew, the beds were. Hands worked at his gunbelt, and he quickly realized there were more than two. The gunbelt came away, then busy fingers started on the butons of his shirt and his fly. Peeling off his shirt, the hands fluttered over his chest and back, their touch delicate as the wings of butterflies.

Lips caressed his cheek, then dropped lower, tickled his chest, found a nipple, and sucked it gently until teeth nipped it once, then again. His jeans were tugged down around his ankles, then a firm push toppled him backward onto the bed. Immediately he felt his boots grasped firmly and jerked free. Then his jeans were removed and tossed aside. He heard them land against the opposite wall with a series of dull thuds.

"Ladies, ladies," Cade said. "Wait, I have some important things to do..."

But they ignored him, one of the women stopping his protest with a wet kiss. In the darkness he couldn't see who was who. He only knew that he was hungry for a woman, and since they seemed to be just as hungry as he, his question would have to wait. He opened his mouth, letting the woman slide her tongue in, and returned the favor. Whoever it was sucked greedily on his tongue, and he felt hands stroking him, his chest, his thighs, his arms -- they seemed to be everywhere at once.

He was already hard, but when a hand closed over his cock he grew harder still. As the fingers began to stroke him, another hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently. The woman atop him shifted her position, straddling him now, her hands braced on the bed on either side of his head. Poised over him, her legs wide, she lowered herself slowly while the disembodied hands held him rigid, guiding him toward the center of her. The head of his rigid erection was gently positioned, and he felt the tickle of a damp bush, then the fleshy wetness of thick lips as her heat enveloped him with a single downward thrust of her hips.

He groaned, and she leaned back, tossing her hair back until it brushed his thighs. Then she rose up slowly, until he thought he would be set loose again, but at the very height she stopped, then slowly lowered herself again, the slickness making a sucking sound as he was buried in her once more. She ground her hips, turning from side to side, rising slowly, then descending more slowly still. Her head was still thrown back, and he rested his hands on her hips for a long moment, trying to guess -- Juliana, Adelita, he didn't know. And at the moment it didn't really matter.

His hands slid along her rib cage and as she rose again, her breasts eluded his greedy hands until she reversed her motion, lowering herself down to his hips again, her breasts moving into his waiting hands. They were full, the soft heaviness of them, the hardness of the nipples no clue to her identity. He knew only that she was moving faster now. Her skin was glazed with sweat, and her perfume mingled with the sharp tang of musk as she worked him harder and harder.

She was moaning now, her voice husky, an animal sound coming from deep in her throat that disguised it. He squeezed the full breasts gently, his thumbs working against the stiff resistance of her nipples. Rising and falling, now rapid, now impossibly slow, she teased him again and again to the edge of that explosion which he knew could not be denied but which seemed to be suspended now somewhere just beyond reach.

He traced the curve of her throat with his trembling fingers, felt the hollows beneath her chin, the rigid bows of her collarbones, then grabbed her by the hips and held on as she started to move faster still. He was rising to meet her now, eager for release, but she withheld it, taking control and keeping it. He felt the ripple of her muscles against him as she withdrew, felt their hungry clutch as she returned.

Then a breast, not hers, appeared before him, and he opened his mouth to take it in. Full, full as the others, and still he had no ideas whose as he sucked like a hungry child, tasting the saltiness of sweat, his tongue fluttering against the pebbled aureole. The breast was taken away, and he felt almost angry until its twin took its place, and again he tried to satisfy the nameless hunger in his gut.

It grew darker and he found his head clamped between damp thighs as the other woman straddled him, lowering herself, and his tongue found the damp jungle between her thighs, tasted drop after drop suspended there in the trembling tangle. He probed deeper, his lips brushing darker, thicker lips, his tongue sliding between them, tracing them, tasting their musky flesh, then sliding in still deeper, fluttering, looking for the hard center of her, finding it, and teasing her now, clamping gently with his teeth as she swiveled her hips and moaned in her own husky voice.

He stroked her back, brought his hands down to enfold the firmness of her ass, to feel the steady throb of her muscular thighs as she worked with him, following his tongue wherever it led her. Reaching around her broad back, he found her breasts, cupping them, tried to remember whether the first were larger -- Adelita or Juliana, who was who?

He was moaning now as the women cried out, and their mingled scents swirled in a hurricane around him. The bed creaked beneath them, threatening to collapse under the weight of their passion, the violence of their motion, but he did not want to stop, could not even if he wanted. He was taunted by twin sirens, pushing higher and higher, until he thought he could see himself as if from a mountain, miles below, spread out beneath them, the tangle of limbs and trembling flesh one indistinguishable being as he merged with them so totally he thought he would lose himself forever in the fevered flesh they had all become, melting, surrendering their identities in pursuit of only one thing.

And then, the moment he thought would never come came rushing at him like a hawk dropping from the sky. He trembled, once, twice, then, urged on by the clamp of sweaty thighs at waist and mouth, he let go completely, feeling himself quiver and shake, and he thought that this moment too would never end. The woman impaled at his waist trembled and her throaty moan became a shriek, her body shaking as she joined him, and the woman above his greedy tongue gave her hips one last quivering thrust, grinding herself against him and raking her nails across his belly as she dug her hands into him and began to growl like a catamount, her fists beating against him then, the painless violence of her surrender hammering and hammering until she was drained and she collapsed on the bed beside him, her identity still a mystery.

He lay there, surrounded by the musk and the sweating flesh, drenched in their juices and his own, his eyes closed, his strength sapped. He felt them leave him then, one at a time, the bed groaning once more as they got up. There was a whispered conversation deep in the shadows, but he was too exhausted to pay any attention to it. Even the giggling failed to tantalize him. He draped a trembling forearm across his face and tried to sleep.

They were back now, whispering to each other, one crawling onto the bed, the other kneeling beside it. He started to get up, but strong hands pressed him back against the mattress. A moment later, he felt the soothing caress of a damp cloth wiping away the sweat and cooling his fevered skin. Then another, as they washed him from head to foot, playful fingers teasing his wilted member back to attention as the cloth dabbed at his thighs and mopped the sticky residue from his stomach and hips.

His face too came in for their attention, the musk wiped away from his lips and chin, the sweat from his neck and chest. He felt so sleepy, so helpless, and half wondered if this was what it was like to be a baby about to be wrapped in swaddling clothes, or a corpse in its shroud.

At the moment, he didn't care which. He knew only that he belonged somewhere else, his tired brain and lifeless body longing to drift away. Once more, he closed his eyes and started to float off.

But as he was drifting off once more, he felt the bed sag again, and the women crawled in beside him, one on either side, their breasts pressed against his rib cage, their arms around his neck, their lips against his ears.

"We have to switch places, Senor McDell," one whispered. And the other added, "Fair is fair, after all."

Cade groaned, half in surrender and half in hungry anticipation. "Not now, ladies," he said. "Please, not yet."

"All right," one whispered. "But soon, before the sun comes up and it is too hot in here."

"It's already too hot in here," he whispered.

They laughed, and as he drifted off to sleep, he felt their hands exploring him, every muscle of his aching, exhausted body caressed with gentle fingertips.

He tried hard to remember why he had come here in the first place, what had been so important that he had had to ride all night, but his body refused to let him concentrate on so mundane a matter. It told him that Cartwright and Rosales could wait. They would have to. He was too tired to do anything about them at the moment. And the thought of a rematch with the women was far too appealing.

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Captive Cowboy -- Part 2

Cade McDell awoke to fiery tendrils of sunlight piercing the windows of the adobe. A pleasant aching oozed from head to groin. He turned to glance at the two Mexican maidens clinging to his chest. Their naked bodies warmed him, and the tang of their female musk still hung heavy in the room and on the bed. Slowly, though, as Cade's blinking eyes adjusted to the brightness, he became aware of another presence. Like a cactus which feels the writhing skin of a snake against its prickly edge, Cade was suddenly alerted to danger.

Across from the bed a figure sat, slouching and with a gun pointed calmly in one hand.

"Ain't this a mite bit awkward, Cade McDell, that of all the ways to meet your Maker, you'll end up doing it in a bed with naked sweethearts like these." Dallas Peck let the silence stretch into a long abyss, maintaining a level stare at the man who had become his sworn enemy.

Seeing that Cade was still in shock, the scar-faced gunslinger continued. "I bet you're wishing you hadn't gunned down my brother in that gambling brawl back in Dodge City. I told you that one day I'd find you on the trail, and here we are."

Cade risked a glance toward the wall, where his gunbelt lay in a heap that might as well have been sitting at the bottom of the Grand Canyon for all the good it would do him. Dallas grinned, tracking the path of his opponent's eyes.

Dallas shouted suddenly, "Wakey, wakey ladies!" and Adelita and Juliana came to with a start. Cade considered trying to make a fast move for his guns, using the women as human shields in the confusion. But Dallas's gun was trained on him at such close range it would have been suicidal, and he wasn't enough of a scoundrel to put two innocent girls in danger.

"Hello ladies. I think it's my turn to sample your sweet wares, if you please." Dallas threw Juliana a few lengths of rope. "Tie your boyfriend's wrists and ankles, spread nice and tight to the bed. Your life depends on it." With wide-eyed shock and fear Juliana obeyed, binding Cade roughly, apologies on her face.

After Juliana had finished her task, Dallas ordered her to bind Adelita's wrists in front of her. Then Dallas himself tied a knotted coil of rope so that Juliana's wrists were bound in front of her also. The menacing cowboy had brown, yellow-tinted eyes that made him look not quite human. Now, as he threw down his gunbelt and stripped out of his cowboy boots and rawhide leggings, both senoritas gasped at the manhood revealed in all its girth and glory.

"Yes, putas. I've brought you a special treat. Now which of you wants the first honors?"

Dallas motioned at the larger-breasted Adelita. "Come here, sweetie. Come, you taste." Reluctantly the Mexican beauty shuffled forward on her hands and knees as Dallas threw off his shirt and lay his hat aside, standing in his own naked and masculine glory. Adelita had to wonder at the size of the gringo's cock, nearly two inches longer than Cade's. She took him willingly, her mouth suckling on his massive length of flesh. Her skillful fingers gently massaged his balls, stroking his pubic hair as she licked and pumped her jaw up and down Peck's length. The gunslinger let out a primal moan, but his dominant hand kept his ivory-handled pistol aimed at Adelita's chest in case any unwise notions overtook her.

The Mexican beauty felt Dallas's cock growing in her mouth. She licked and sucked harder. Dallas ordered Juliana to kneel behind her sister and squeeze those precious melon-breasts. Juliana obeyed, her sister's moans stifled by the cock down her throat. Dallas gathered the gorgeous woman's hair back from her face, thrusting his cock deep into her throat as the teeth grazed his shaft, sending electrical sparks up through his loins. Her sister's hands gently massaged those overripe breasts, squeezing those nipples to hardened buds.

"This is good, putas. You are being so well-behaved. Keep this up, and I may let you both live!" The abrupt fear in their eyes quickly surrendered to devotion. Juliana risked taking the initiative, sucking on his ball sac, rubbing the skin gently between her teeth as Peck groaned.

Now he was ready to take things to the next level. He gently pushed against Adelita's chin, letting his cock slide free. Strings of pre-cum hung loosely from her lower lip.

"Good puta! Kiss your sister now, before I fuck you."

Adelita turned, her lips joining to beautiful Juliana's. Dallas watched with satisfaction as the girls sucked each other's faces, hardening his cock all the more. He told the big-breasted one to bend over, her pink pussy pouting at him beneath a star-shaped hole that vied in his mind's eye, begging him for penetration. Dallas stroked the Mexican damsel's thighs, spreading her ass cheeks and admiring her star-shaped hole for another moment. He slipped his index finger and middle finger into her already dripping sex, and she let out a sigh.

"Does puta want a big, gringo cock deep in her pussy?" Dallas teased. He flicked his gaze over to that helpless bastard, Cade, seeing with satisfaction that his enemy's cock was as tense and eager as a thirsty buffalo at a watering hole. He nodded at Juliana.

"Why don't you give our friend over there a little relief while he enjoys the show? Give him a hand," Dallas prodded with a grin. Juliana knelt next to her former lover, her smooth fingers slowly, agonizingly, pumping the captured cowboy's revitalized shaft.

Meanwhile Dallas pressed his bulbous-shaped cock-head between Adelita's welcoming lips, sighing happily as she squeezed him like a rope tightening around the neck of a wild horse. He pumped into her gingerly, letting the girl acclimate to his girth. She moaned gratefully, even going so far as to push back a little with her hips.

"Oh puta -- you feel so tight and good encasing my dick! Push those hips back to meet my thrusts as I fuck you!" Dallas encouraged. Adelita complied, her hips slamming back into him, hastening each impalement until she was helping pulverize her own pussy.

This rhythm established, Dallas tried to ignore the haze of pleasure long enough to check on his captive's progress. Juliana's hands were now vigorously pumping up and down a cock that was glistening from base to tip with pre-cum. Cade's helpless face shone with frustration, agony, and pent-up need. The bastard deserved every torturous moment.

As Dallas felt his cock bury to the hilt in Adelita's jungle warmth, he stroked her flanks. His hands slid underneath her ribs, clutching and cupping the Mexican beauty's supple breasts. Adelita's moans quickened, her hips slamming against him with insistent need. Dallas could smell her juices now copiously coating his cock each time it vanished inside her.

"So tell me, McDell -- how does it feel knowing you're going to die while in the throes of ecstasy?" Dallas jeered, aiming his pistol deliberately as he told Juliana to straddle the stricken cowboy.

"Please Senor! Do not hurt him!" she begged. Instead Dallas pressed the barrel of the gun into Adelita's star-shaped hole.

"Maybe you prefer this goes into your sister's ass?"

That shut her up, and Juliana grasped Cade's slimy cock, gently positioning it in the midst of her thatch. Slowly she sank down on him, nestling his manhood deep in her heat as he moaned. Her hips began to move and she established a firm, sexy rhythm, almost lifting herself completely off of him before slurping up his cock with the snatch between her legs.

Bound and helpless, Cade McDell could only plead for the girls' lives as Juliana rode his manhood.

"Peck, don't take out our quarrel on these girls. Uhhh...please just let them go!"

Dallas harrumphed. "McDell, I'm not making them do anything they don't secretly want to already. Am I, girls?"

Adelita looked back at Dallas with eyes half-lidded with desire. She felt his huge cock filling her up. Her juices were about to become a gushing torrent, and her staccato moans screamed of pleasure. "No, Senor. Fuck me with that monster between your legs. I am yours," she purred, thrusting her hips back again and again.

Juliana's momentary expression of shock was replaced by her own pleasure-induced fog. Her grinding stoked a fire within her. Cade's cock penetrated for the second time since last night, only now was more exquisite than before with the heightened adrenaline and fear making every sensation and tingle ricochet through her pussy. She pushed her palms against Cade's chest, riding him like a desperate cowgirl. Her moans and the musk of male and female sweat filled the tiny bedroom even as the now bright sunlight bathed the coupling duo in golden warmth.