Cowgirl Erotica Collection (9 page)

"
No
words
", she
thought as she laid her head on his chest. His heart thumped like a
jackrabbits. She wondered if he knew about Lola and Luke, and was
holding back. She thought of half-assed explanations and excuses,
but the fact he hadn't accused her spoke volumes. Maybe he didn't
care if she was shared with Lola. Maybe he wanted both her and Lola
sometime. Who knew.

Perhaps that was the best of things
for her right now in the circus of emotions and sexual trysts that
seem to permeate the entire ranch. She wondered for a moment if she
had mysteriously died without knowing it and had entered a Heaven
of instant gratification and fulfilled desire without so much as a
welcoming by saint or savior. Whatever the case may be, she didn't
care to rationalize any of it. There were already too many flames
flickering about to fight each other for her favors. She didn't
dare extinguish any of them.

Aliens & Cowgirls

Chapter 1: Mounted Between Mountains

Luna and Cherie trotted their horses
at a brisk pace across the nameless prairie, but were in no hurry
to abide by their boss's wishes to expedite their affair. After
all, they weren't exactly the pony express, and even if they were,
government tended to do things much more slowly than outlaws. Their
long and loud history of bank robbing, raiding and evading (and
embarrassing) every local lawman with cat-like grace demanded they
act as much like average law-abiding citizens as possible, even
when attempting to outrun a stagecoach.

Cherie looked at her ticking watch and
then at Luna, whose dark red skimmer barely covered the sun's rays
from her eyes.

"Now, she
did
say that it would cross the tracks at exactly twelve noon,
yes?" Luna inquired.

Cherie stopped her horse.

"What? I thought Lilith said that the
coach would be coming at 1pm, not 12 noon!" Cherie
snapped.

"Shit, we're late. We need to hustle!"
she exerted.

They kicked their heels into the sides
of their bored horses and jetted across the plain with clouds of
smoke mushrooming behind them. Cherie hated stagecoach schedules.
She always did. It seemed no matter which job they pulled,
everything, stars included, had to be in perfect alignment in order
for things to go just right if a stagecoach was involved. Cherie
galloped faster, resulting in her whiskey bottle popping loose its
cork and spilling its contents over the side of the horse and under
its belly. Cherie hoped no open wounds were in its path.

A half-hour later and the stagecoach
was in sight. Their mission was pretty clear-cut. Stop the coach at
whatever cost, oust the driver from his seat and bust loose one of
their captured members that was being transported to another town
with meaner deputies, more attack dogs and one nasty sheriff with a
penchant for whipping his unwashed prisoners. The less deaths that
were involved, the less chance Lilith would whip their backside. In
addition, Cherie didn't want to up the already egregiously generous
award for her head on a silver platter. And killing more lawmen
would definitely serve to up that ante to starry heights on the
totem of wanted outlaws.

They both rode up to the rear of the
stagecoach as it sped across the desert ground, then split up to
take on each side. Both Cherie and Luna pointed their Calvary
revolvers on each side of the driver's head. The driver spit at
them both and snapped the reigns harder, jetting past both. Cherie
kicked her spurs into her horse, sending her launching after him
and in an aimed shot, blew his hat off which tumbled onto a horse's
ass.

Sensing futility and impatience on the
part of Luna he pulled back the reigns and the coach halted to a
full stop. Luna got off her horse while Cherie kept her revolver at
arm's length pointed at the driver. Luna opened the carriage door
and peered inside. A prisoner in stripes peered back at her, as did
the deputy guarding her. He cocked a revolver straight into Luna's
face.

"I wouldn't." he said as his finger
caressed the trigger.

"Why is it that every deputy we run
across wears his mustache too big for his face?" Luna
quipped.

The deputy rubbed the end of his
mustache with his free hand and gave her a puzzled look.

"What the hell is that supposed to
mean? Too big for my face? It fits like a glove, and who the hell
are you to criticize anyhow!" he snapped back.

"Your mustache makes you look like a
queer monkey on a unicycle" she sneered.

"Put down the revolver or this stick
of dynamite has your name on it!" Cherie yelled from her
horse.

"You're bluffin! You don't have shit!"
the deputy yelled outside the window.

Cherie pulled out a stick of dynamite
with an unlit fuse on the end, waving it at him.

"I don't think you should be bettin'
your life on that statement, mister! All we want is the prisoner
and you're free to go!" Cherie said.

The deputy yelled out to her: "You throw that stick of
dynamite twenty paces from your horse and then I'll
think
about letting her
go!"

Cherie hurled the stick as hard as she
could in the opposite direction, hoping it didn't go off. The
combination of the deputy's revolver in Luna's face as well as the
horses getting spooked from a dynamite blast didn't create a serene
picture. The stick landed on the ground next to a rattlesnake and
cartwheeled away from it.

The deputy turned to the female
prisoner and kicked her out of the carriage with his
boot.

"Go on get the fuck out!" he angrily
snapped as his ego flew into her from his heel.

He looked at Luna and said "you won't
hold onto her for more than an hour and a posse will be right on
your heels. Then you'll all die a very bloody death".

"Well we'll deal with whatever the
Devil throws our way when it comes. Now get the hell out of here
before my partner changes her mind you ugly bucket of puss" Luna
harped back.

The stagecoach roared to life with
spinning spokes and the flurry of running horses as they sped away.
The prisoner named Jett ran over to Cherie and wrapped her arms
around her, smothering her with tight kisses and tighter
hugs.

"You know, I think he's right. Soon as
they get back, they'll mount up and head this way. We better go"
Luna exclaimed.

Cherie helped Jett up to her horse and
with Luna behind them, took off for the mountainous ravine about
ten miles away. As they rode, Jett leaned her head up against
Cherie's back, listening to the thump of her heartbeat as her
horse, Phoenix, rigorously climbed up the rocky terrain that lead
to their hideout.

Luna shouted out to them, "I'll catch
up with you guys later. Lilith wanted me to take care of a little
something".

Cherie nodded and rode up the twisty
and winding path to the hideout when Jett tapped her on the
shoulder.

"Hey, before we go up there, can we
just set our sights on a small, tiny diversion for a few minutes?"
she asked.

"What did you have in mind?" Cherie
asked.

"Let's go over this path...over to your left. Trust me,
it's not the dead end it looks like. Me and...
him
, used to come up here often. I don't
think all the other gals know about it. Just something I wanna
check out." Jett remarked.

Cherie shrugged and steered her horse
towards the mystery path that Jett described, a bit paranoid of
what lie in wait. She had not seen Cherie in three weeks since she
had been captured, but didn't want to disappoint her lover on the
day of her rescue.

The agile horse forced his body with
the two of them on it up the steep path like any mountain goat
would be able to competently traverse. The path snaked around the
mountainside and terminated at the beginning of a wider path not
clearly visible from the bottom of the mountain.

"There's the path we need to be on"
Jett said as she interlocked her fingers around Cherie's waist.
Jett brushed her lips against the back of Cherie's neck as they
rode on.

They finally came to what Jett wanted
to see. A crystal clear pool at least thirty feet wide that jutted
in from the side of the mountain, and was surrounded by rocks. The
pool had no earthly business being there in the vast open desert,
but there it was: a seeming anomaly in nature's bosom. An
overlooked Eden fit for two that concealed itself from calculating
eyes.

"Holy shit, how long has this been
here?! And does Lilith know?" Cherie asked.

"Course she knows. She is the one that
showed me. She told me not to tell, but you know us girls can't
keep our mouths shut" Jett said with a snicker.

Cherie got on her hands and knees and
crawled toward the edge. The tips of her hair skimmed the surface
as she looked at her own reflection. She could see down to the
bottom, and what's more, a few pennies glistened from the depths.
She obviously wasn't the first to gaze down into the oasis's
crystal abyss.

As she was just about to bring a
handful of water to her mouth, Jett leaned over her and wrapped her
arms under her belly and cupped her breasts in her hands. Cherie
closed her eyes and lied on her back, looking at her reflection in
Jett's eyes as the back of her hair embraced the water's edge. Jett
leaned in and kissed Cherie, sending ripples of water pulsing
throughout its surface. She brought her nimble fingers down to her
jeans, unbuttoning the copper buttons one by one before sliding
them down to her ankles and away from her. Her legs looked
deliciously tempting as she slowly ran her lips from her curvy
ankles up to her inner thigh.

Cherie looked up at the stars peeking
out from their celestial blankets as Jett swirled her tongue around
her clit. It had been eons since anyone had tasted her. She exhaled
heavily as she felt her mound being teased by Jett's lips and
exploring tongue. She buried her face inside Cherie's pussy as she
ran her wet fingers through her short black hair. Her hair danced
around the edge of the water the deeper Jett thrust her tongue
inside her.

"My god it's been way too fucking
long" Cherie said exhaling faster.

Cherie raised her hips slightly off
the ground as Jett's thrashing of her tongue inside her cunny
increased exponentially. She looked down at Jett's head mowed her
tongue against her slit mound. She looked tomboyish and as hot as
any sexual mirage the desert could conjure up. She stopped licking
Cherie's pussy and stood up, removing her jeans while never taking
eyes off of her. She stood naked from the waist down with her moist
pussy aching for attention. Jett grabbed Cherie's ankles and held
them midair in spread-eagle fashion as she rubbed her clit against
Cherie's, up and down in a figure-8 sweeping motion. Waves rippled
the small water inlet as Jett grinded her clit against Cherie's in
tribbing circles. She continued her perpetual grind against her
while staring into her eyes.

"Fuck that clit harder baby" Cherie
squealed as Jett increased the pounding pressure of her pinkish
clit against the waves lapping into her lover's neck.

"
Fuck it harder
!
Please
!" Cherie again pleaded, this time spitting the words up at
Jett.

Jett banged her pussy against Cherie's
clit even harder and rammed her fingers up inside her cunt while
saliva dripped from her mouth onto Cherie's tits. She then brought
her cum-soaked fingers and dipped them into Cherie's mouth,
swirling them around her lashing tongue.

Cherie bit into her lip as her pussy
orgasmed with Jett's cum and spit all over her clit.

They both rocked their pussies
together as the water splashed against their hair. Cherie rolled
Jett over on her back and looked into her luscious green eyes with
the scent of cum that seemed to cascade between them.

She then kissed her longingly and held
her in her arms at the surface of the pond.

Chapter 2: The Blue Fire in the Crystal Ball

Lilith didn't bear the look of an
impressed boss. At least, not the usual look. She had not spoken to
Jett since before her capture, but she wasn't too keen on
expressing worry about any of her trained minions getting snapped
up, nor did she fathom it a great idea that they let the deputy and
stagecoach live to tell the tale. Certainly now that they knew what
Cherie and Luna looked like, there would be wanted posters all over
town and what's more, they didn't conceal the direction they rode
off in. What they should have done, Lilith thought, was ride off in
a direction that was the exact opposite of their encampment, and
not a direct line. It was a bit too late for regretting it
however.

Lilith looked up at the night sky and
marveled at the starry omen that streaked above the clouds. A comet
soared high overhead and Lilith usually took such marvels as a
harbinger of bad luck, like carrying around a black cat or breaking
a dozen mirrors on Sunday. She walked over to Jett and embraced her
conservatively.