Cowgirl Erotica Collection (3 page)

"Cynthia, I need you to go and get
some more supplies from the usual spot. Take Jett with so she knows
where to go next time I need it" he barked.

An obvious scowl creeped over
Cynthia's face at the mere suggestion that she take Jett along. She
walked over to Jett and set down her tray of shot glasses a bit too
hard, sending them bouncing up and spilling rum over the
countertop.

"Come with me. I'll show you where to get it in case his
highnessness wants to bark orders to
you
next time instead of
me
." she said as she walked towards the
exit. Jett set her cleaning cloth down and followed her, not
knowing what to expect.

As they stepped out into the light,
the glare was blindingly bright. Cynthia looked over at her with a
condescending look and said, "Get on the brown one. No one rides
Nightmare except me".

Jett mounted the brown mare and rode
ten feet behind her towards the mountain range. She wondered why
the well was so far out in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps Jake
didn't want anyone else to know about its location. Jett trailed
behind Cynthia as they galloped past rocks and scurrying gila
monsters. Cynthia's blond hair bounced around her shoulders like
stringy daggers, with her tits bouncing more fluidly than Jetts.
Jett thought she was all feminine, not a trace of tom boyishness or
any sign of muscular strength that was so common with rancher's
daughters in the plains. Perhaps it was hidden beneath her shirt in
a fit of modesty. Nevertheless, Jett loved the checkered blue shirt
and blond hair combo that twirled in the air with each gallop her
horse made. She thought she would make someone a great lover
someday.

They stopped at what looked like the
shittiest well in the entire western side of Texas. Jett couldn't
imagine how a well that looked like this, surrounded by layers of
slushy mud, could possibly be safe to bathe in, let alone drink.
Cynthia pulled back her reigns and slowed the horse to a full stop.
She dismounted and walked towards the well, ordering Jett to do the
same. Mud caked around her beige boots.

"We need to get water from here, then
bring it back to the saloon" she stated emphatically.

"Help me with the first bucket" she
said as she strained to pull up a bucket of water. When the bucket
arrived, Jett looked in amazement at how sparkling clean the water
appeared to be, despite the mud-soaked surroundings.

Jett lifted her arm towards the bucket
to unlatch it, when Cynthia snapped a pair of cuffs onto her wrist
and then to the iron bar above the bucket of water.

"What the hell is that for??" Jett
demanded.

Cynthia scowled at her and said, "That
is for muscling in on my territory and thinking you're just gonna
waltz out of here with the gold. Well it ain't happening sweet
cheeks. And now I'm gonna make certain of it!" She pulled out a
folded leather whip from her boot and unfolded it.

"Gold? What the fuck are you talking
about?" she asked with surprised eyes.

She took a few steps back and looked
Jett square in the eye.

"Are you gonna leave town or do I have
to get tough?" she said, snapped the whip in mid-air.

Jett smirked and said, "By all means,
get tough!"

"Fine have it your way" Cynthia said
as she hoisted the whip back over head and let it fly towards
Jett's ass.

Jett reached out with her free hand as
the whip flew and caught the end of it which spiraled around her
arm like a snake. With all her might she yanked it towards her.
Cynthia came tripping into the mud at Jett's feet. Jett quickly
pulled out the six shooter from Cynthia's holster and pointed it
straight at her cuffs: BANG. The cuffs fell to the ground with a
plop, splashing mud onto Cynthia's face. She looked in the chamber
and saw it was empty.

"Damn!" Jett swore under her
breath.

Jett wrapped her arms around Cynthia's
neck in a headlock and dragged her into the puddle of mud a foot
away from them as Cynthia gritted her teeth and cursed between her
flailing arms.

"Ain't gonna be that easy to best
me
!" Cynthia cried out as she flipped Jett
over her shoulder. Jett's shirt stripped off as she did this, and
she flung her shirt over her shoulder and lunged at Cynthia,
tackling her to the ground. She pounded her muddy fists into
Cynthia's tight gut and in retribution, pulled her shirt over the
top of her head and threw it down the well.

"Now let's see you ride into town with
you tits flailing around!" Jett yelled.

Cynthia growled in between the specks of mud on her lips
and screamed, "Well if I am going topless, you're going
bottomless
!" She tackled her once more to the ground and popped the
buttons on her jeans then yanked them off. Jett pulled them back up
in furious haste. Cynthia yelled back at her, "Oh no you don't!" as
she pulled them off once again and threw them over the top of the
well. Jett grabbed the whip lying in the mud and hoisted it back,
letting it fly onto Cynthia's ass, sending globs of mud flying in
all directions. Cynthia yelled out in agony.

Jett then grabbed the top of Cynthia's
pants and stripped them down to her ankles, pulling them even past
her boots, and threw them over her head. Again she hoisted the whip
high and it flew in an arc down to Cynthia's ass like a bolt of
lightning. Even Jett felt the pain.

"Argh you snarky little bitch!"
Cynthia exclaimed as she pulled two handfuls of Jett's hair and
thrust her bare pussy into Jett's face.

"I'm gonna make you eat it! Go on, you
know you want to!" Cynthia screamed as she grinded her bushy pussy
into Jett's muddy face.

Jett felt suffocated as Cynthia mashed
her hips up against her muddy pussy lips and resisted with all her
strength yet couldn't overcome the lock that Cynthia's meaty arms
seem to exert on the back of her head.

"I said
eat it
!" Cynthia ordered.

Jett then grabbed Cynthia's ankles and
pulled forward as hard as she could, sending both of them tumbling
at odd ends of each other. While both lay squirming on the ground,
Cynthia once again grabbed the back of Jett's head and thrust her
pink pussy against her face. Ironically enough, Jett's dirty pussy
was within mouth reach of Cynthia. Jett pulled her hands back and
thrust her cunny onto Cynthia's mouth. The sixty-nine angle they
were both in sent a charge of electrifying sensuality through them
both. Cynthia voluntarily pressed her lips and tongue against
Jett's soft, pink folds and ran her tongue across her aching clit.
Jett did the same, thrashing her tongue around Cynthia's mound,
trying to avoid the occasional spot of mud and dirt.

Jett thought to herself, "I can't
believe I am doing this...sucking this chick's pussy after what she
tried to do". She ignored the voice that told her to stop what she
was doing. It was devastatingly pleasurable to eat any thing off of
this blonde's spectacularly body.

Their breathing slowed to a crawl as
they both lay there sucking on each other's erect clits in the open
sunshine, grinding their pussies up and down each other's faces in
perfect sync. The wrestling and roughhousing had gotten Cynthia's
juices flowing, whether she wanted them to or not, and the same
with Jett's. Cynthia reached her hand back and stuck her finger
just inside Jett's ass as she sucked her creamy clit. Jett reached
her hand back and placed it on Cynthia's and shoved Cynthia's
finger deeper into her ass.

"You can do it harder than that" she
said as she slurped up more of Cynthia's womanhood.

Cynthia started thrusting her fingers
harder and deeper into Jett's beautiful ass while Jett
tongue-teased her clit with her tongue.

"Put
more
in!" Jett yelled.

Cynthia rammed three fingers into
Jett's asshole and sucked her clit even harder, running her tongue
up and down the folds of her pussy.

"Put another one in!" Jett once again
yelled, becoming impatient.

"Cynthia rammed four fingers into her
ass and fucked her ass with every ounce of strength she had. She
pounded her fingers inside as Jett banged her hips against
Cynthia's fist.

"Shit that feels fucking great!" Jett
said with eyes closed as orgasm mounted from her ass to her clit.
She frantically thrashed her tongue around Cynthia's pussy and felt
a gallon of Cynthia's cum wash over her entire tongue from back to
front, even hitting the back of her tonsils. Jett then squirted her
cum all over Cynthia's face as she lapped it up in the soft,
squishy mud.

Jett then stood up wobbly-kneed,
staggered over a pair of jeans in the mud and pulled them up to her
waist. She grabbed her shirt from the bucket on top of the well
which miraculously had not fallen too far down. With Cynthia still
lying down in the mud exhausted, she mounted her horse and rode
off. Ten minutes later, Jett looked down at her muddy
clothes.

"Wait, this is
her
jeans, not mine. Shit!" she said aloud. She
dismounted to straighten them out a bit and a piece of muddy paper
fell to the ground. The first thing that came to mind was that it
was possibly a love note from Jake to Cynthia. She picked it up and
unfolded it. It revealed a crude map hastily drawn in someone's
exceedingly shaky handwriting. The level of detail was impressive,
all muddy things considered, she thought. She mounted the horse
with map in hand, trying to make sense of the directions toward the
giant "X" away from the muddy well.

Jett stopped her horse momentarily to scan the dusty map
she had pilfered from Cynthia. It looked like Jake's handwriting in
every sense of the word. The way he curved his S's and W's did
little for his attempted anonymity, though at least he didn't sign
his name to it. Still, she was a bit peeved that he was hoarding a
trove of gold, or
something
... instead of sharing it with his employees. There were so
many things about the saloon that needed upgrading or repairing:
the broken piano keys, the missing lights on the chandelier, and
the piss-poor pay for all the employees. Maybe he was planning on
selling the entire outfit and moving to Dodge City and giving them
two days notice. Who knew? Silence and suspicion seemed to always
conspire against her.

She started up again and headed for
the giant X logo on the map, only half-certain it even existed.
Maybe Cynthia was just whistlin' dixie and this entire ordeal was
nothing but wishful thinking. Perhaps she had simply lied and had
actually found the map in a well. She had been told once that
treasure hunters in Egypt often were disappointed that they had
spent their life savings pursuing long forgotten tombs only to find
out that thieving grave robbers had beaten them to the punch
centuries earlier. What a terrible life it was to be a gold
prospector, or any kind of prospector for that matter. She squinted
from the shade of her hat while she rode towards the mountains and
saw the camel hunchback shape that was identical to the one on the
map. She rode faster.

Now it was becoming much clearer that
she was on the right path. A grey, rock strewn cave revealed itself
like an Egyptian tomb in broad daylight. She thought that if anyone
wanted to stash something valuable inside, it would be tantamount
to putting up a sign that said "Hidden Treasure Herein". It seemed
like such a galactically obvious place to store valuables. She
stopped dead in her tracks at something she had overlooked. In her
haste to be the first to get at whatever lay inside the cave, she
overlooked the old geezer sitting in a rocking chair just outside
the entrance with a rather sinister-looking shotgun lying across
his lap. He was surprisingly well camouflaged against the grey
backdrop of the canyon. He wore a gray outfit with gray suspenders,
gray hat, gray pipe and gray boots. Only his mustache broke the
monotony of his appearance with streaks of black hair jetting down
to his chest. He looked rather wizardly as she approached
him.

"You ain't goin in there" he said, his
words muffled slightly by his beard.

"...and why can't I?" Jett
inquired.

"that's cuz I been paid...hic...to
look out fer the place!" he said smarmily while taking a swig from
his whiskey bottle.

"This "payment" wouldn't happen to
have been given by someone named Jake would it?" she
asked.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"You should be careful with that
shotgun. That in conjunction with whiskey can make for a lethal
combination" she quipped.

He looked up from staring at her
breasts and said, "I'm as careful with this here gun...hic...as if
I was naked and a climbin' through barbed wire girlfriend. And I
reckon you is probably kin to Jake somehow, but is tryin to get
something you ain't permitted to see, am I right? It don't take a
man of great smarts to see a goat in a herd of sheep" he said
flashing her a toothy grin.

"I just want to see what is in
there...how much harm can that be?"

"Enough harm to get me shot in the leg
at least. I could go in with ya but then I'd hafta leave my post.
No deal sweetie." he said as he glanced at her breasts a second
time.