Cowgirl Erotica Collection

by Lily Smith

  Chapter 5: Curiosity and the Little Indian Girl

  The master of the estate, Marc, returned from town several hours later than expected to a mostly empty house, except for Maya who was in her room praying to whatever gods would listen to her that Lola would keep her promise and not say a word regarding Maya's incurable sexual appetite. She had lost a job once before because that appetite had gotten the better of her, however like the adage said, old habits died hard. It wasn't as if she had stolen anything outright, but she still felt guilty of invading someone else's privacy in much the same way Lola had invaded hers. Sure wasn't sure what kind of discipline would even be administered if Marc knew she was in his room unauthorized. Maybe he wouldn't discipline at all if Lola snitched. Perhaps he would blow it off as he had possibly done a dozen times before. Or maybe he would fire her on the spot. Then there was the possibility, however unrealistic, that she had been set up from the start: that he had intentionally left his bedroom door unlocked and wanted her to step down into the rabbit hole to see just how deep it went.

  Maya laid on her stomach upon her bed, feigning a reading of scriptural elements from the dusty good book that rested previously undisturbed in her nightstand. She heard Marc come into the house and shut the front door behind him. She counted his footsteps, trying to calculate when he would get to his bedroom. Just how long she had till all was clear was of course anybody's guess. She remembered dating a guy once who was so obsessive-compulsive as to recognize if even one of the hairs in his comb were out of place. Ludicrous, she thought.

  "Shit! I forgot to wipe off Lola's cum from the bed!" she mentally yelled at herself.

  A small rap on the wooden door sent her heart racing like a jackrabbit's.

  "Maya? I need to speak to you for a minute" her boss said in monotone.

  "Fuck!" she said as she walked toward the bedroom door. She opened it to a slightly solemn face on the part of her wizened employer.

  "Come here for a minute" he added. It wasn't a request but a command.

  She nodded and followed him with a cat's grace into his bedroom, the same place where hours prior had licked and caressed a young girl's ass in hopes to keep her mouth sedated. She felt as if every step she took in following him was knee-deep in quicksand, and the temptation to run away was negated by his deep, domineering voice. She walked into the bedroom and felt the heavy stare of his eyes weigh down on her as she entered. It was like being a pallbearer at her own funeral.

  "Have a seat right here on the edge of the bed" he said unemotionally.

  She glanced at where Lola had previously laid. No visible cum stain, but there was a flighty scent of girl-cum hanging in the air.

  He shut the door and she was half relieved he didn't lock it. Maybe someone would interrupt his accusations before he fired her. Or perhaps Luke would burst in unannounced and make some crack about his mustache. With the fury of speed that time seemed to flash by, she doubted all these lofty possibilities.

  He put his hand on her shoulder and sighed.

  "Just get on with it already you putz!" she thought to herself.

  "You know, I've had a bit of a problem these last few years keeping things tidy in this old dusty room of mine, some would say, to a fault. To put it simply, I'm just a bit on the obsessive side with cleanliness and order." he started to say.

  "Ok, so...you're obsessive-compulsive and you saw your precious fucking brush was out of place. Did you know I spanked your niece's precious white ass with it just hours earlier?" Maya thought to herself as she tongued the inside of her lower teeth. She hated the anticipation of getting fired.

  "This brush for instance. I always have it pointed north when it's on my dresser. Want to know why? It's because it points to the house my father built that was burned to the ground by Indians a few years ago. I don't know all the details but this brush belonged to him and his family. My family. It's not really worth anything but maybe a few pennies, if that."

  She nodded as if she was hanging on every word he said.

  "And I came home just now and it's pointed in the opposite direction. I am thinking to myself, maybe it's a sign...or something. It was pointed at your room, come to think of it" he continued.

  "Um...kay. Here it comes, girl. Right in the kisser" she thought and exhaled an obvious sigh.

  "The truth is that...that..." he said with a slight wavering.

  "Yessss??" she thought again and looked up at him like she was waiting for a guillotine to drop its blade.

  "I've been attracted to you since the day you walked in here. The way you walk, the way you stutter when you're nervous, and how you bite your nails when you're bored. I just can't take my eyes off of that beautiful body of your..." he started to say when she flung her arms around him and thrust her body into his. He leaned down and kissed her as she squeezed him between her arms.

  "Well I take it you feel the same way so..." he started up again.

  She unzipped his jeans and pulled out the belt from them like a snake from a gutter and stripped them down to his ankles. His eyes lit up like fireworks as she ignited his long-dormant lust, taking off his shirt and flinging it against the side wall adorned with civil war guns. She took out his cock and mercilessly pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him with his cock in her hand. She looked him deeply while she shucked it up and down, then bent down and licked the bottom of his cock to the top. He looked up at the ceiling as she slurped down his cock and mentally kicked himself for not speaking out sooner. Violently she sped up her sucking and like a wild animal sucked the juice out of him like her livelihood depended on it. He gushed cum onto her lips and tongue as she slurped her face up and down. She licked the last drop around the corner of her mouth and swallowed the rest and said "Mmmm" while smiling at him.

  "You want to do something nice for me?" Maya asked smiling at him.

  "Anything..." he replied.

  "Anything? Okay then..." she remarked as she twirled her body away from him and stood on all fours on the bed with her ass in the air, pointing towards his face. She hoisted up her slip and exposed her luscious ass that just begged to be eaten.

  "You can lick me right square in the middle, bossman" she said in a southern drawl.

  He got up and put each hand on either side of her ass and licked her pussy from between her legs to the top of her ass crack, then back down to her ass.

  "Not my pussy. My ass. Right there, in the middle" she said as she looked away from him. She bent over and spread her ass cheeks gaping wide. He leaned into her and thrust his tongue into her soft pink asshole, rimming the sides of her pinkness. She bucked her hips back against his face in a figure-8 motion and felt his bristly mustache tickle her asshole as he licked. This sent her bucking against his face even harder. She flung the ends of her hair around and looked back at him while he darted his tongue in and out of her ass. Her asshole puckered under his lips and became red with his frenzied licking.

  "Now, get your fingers into my pussy while you eat my ass" she commanded.

  He thrust four fingers into her deep cunt and twisted them around as they made squishy sounds among her pink flowery pussy. She resisted the urge to squirt her cum onto his mustache, as she held back for a few moments longer.

  "Here lay back on your back! Quick!" she yelled. He did as she said and she straddled his face with her ass, grinding it back and forward.

  "Yeah like that! Lemme cum all over that beautiful mustache so I can see it!" she screamed as he licked her ass more furiously.

  In the next moment she sprayed her hot jizz all over his face and continued grinding her asshole away against the tip of his tongue, savoring every ounce of her orgasm with his delicious mouth. The room was now filled to the brim with the smell of summer sweat, lesbian cum and his cum. She slowed her breathing down to a normal pace and turned around to wrap her arms around him. He interlocked his fingers around her back as words evaded him. She looked him dead in the eye and didn't say a word, and neither did he.

  "No wo
rds", 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 kno
ws. 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.