Cowgirl Erotica Collection

by Lily Smith

  "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.

  "So, I trust that you didn't give those tin-starred cretins any of the info on our gang that they wanted, right?" Lilith asked her, trying to sound rhetorical.

  "Of course not. You don't honestly think I would rat out my own, do you?" Jett replied.

  "Not intentionally, no. In the past however there have been pretty clever ways they have employed to get my girls to give up some relevant information without them even being aware of it. That is what they train their lapdogs to do. Did you share a cell with anyone?" Lilith said, trying not to sound too assumptive.

  "Well no. Not really. There was just this one drunk in the cell but that was for just a few minutes..." she started to say.

  "They put a man in the same cell with you? You don't find that a little odd?" she asked.

  "It seemed like they were out of room. The other cells were packed to the gills with vagrants from the saloon. And it was only for a few minutes. We hardly said anything to each other." Jett said matter-of-factly.

  "Well what did you say to him?" Lilith demanded.

  "Only which gang I was in, but they already knew that by my red sash" she said.

  "Did they now." Lilith stated.

  Jett looked up at the sky, hoping to change the subject.

  Lilith looked up as well and spied the brilliant comet that sailed distantly in the night sky.

  "Been a long time since I have seen one of those." Lilith said.

  "I hear they only come around once in eons...or something akin to that." Jett said.

  "We don't have anything to worry about, do we?" Lilith asked while still gazing heavenward.

  "Uh uh" Jett said unemotionally.

  Jett thought that Lilith's remark about not having anything to worry sounded more like a rhetorical statement than a question. Maybe she was holding back something. Maybe not. She wondered if she had just unintentionally chiseled a crack in their relationship. There was that feeling again, just as it was years ago as a painter's assistant. She had accidentally let her hand slip from the ladder that held her boss's laboring legs, sending him tumbling to the ground. She wondered who would trust someone that was a clumsy oaf that couldn't balance herself on two feet. Or in this case, keep their mouths shut when around law enforcement. Jett had the unnerving feeling that she had just shot herself in the foot by relaying too much info. Two strikes under a comet. She wasn't sure what to think.

  "Get a few hours sleep, and then go with Cherie to the canyon to the northeast. There was a bit of smoke coming up from there earlier and I want to know if it was from Indians or someone else." Lilith said.

  Jett for all intents and purposes was glad she was out of jail, but she felt like she had let down her boss down with her naivety. She swore to herself she would from that point forward never utter so much as a whisper to anyone with a badge or for that matter, within ten feet of a jail cell. She just hadn't expected a deputy to be sharing a cell with her.

  Several hours later, Jett was woken up by Cherie who sprinkled a few droplets of water onto her face at about eight in the morning.

  "I see some things never change. Is there an unwritten rule somewhere that says we have to get up at the same time the rooster crows?" Jett said.

  "The rooster crowed hours ago. Time to rise and shine dear" Cherie stated.

  They rode out on horseback as fast as the wind could carry them, not giving any thought to the comet that had preceded them on the open prairie. Cherie slowed her horse and leaned over to Jett.

  "What is it exactly that we are supposed to be checking out again?" she asked Jett.

  "Something about a cloud of smoke going up without Lilith's permission. Indians I reckon but she wants us to scout around, maybe see what markings they have. You know, big difference between Blackfoot and Crow", she said.

  "Well I don't know shit about how to tell them apart. They all look the same to me".

  "Oh there are ways. Just look at the markings on their arrows" Jett replied.

  "I think if we get to the point where we can see their arrows, we have bigger issues than identifying them".

  "Yeah of course, I'm just saying it's not as hard as you think."

  "Do they leave their arrows lying around? Or maybe stuck in a tree?"

  "I don't think so. If you spent a few hours carving arrows for yourself, would you?"

  "Not a chance", Cherie added.

  "Look over there...that gypsy woman is still fucking here. It's been three damn days already. She told me she was going to move on but I guess she changed her mind." Cherie said unabashedly.

  Jett looked over at the wagon Cherie alluded to. The canvas consisted of painted stars and crescent moons adorning the sides. The wagon looked rather out of place in the open meadow in the condition it was in. She wondered why anyone would be out here in the middle of nowhere.

  "Why don't we go have a chat with her, maybe get our fortunes told...or something?"

  Cherie asked as she steered her reigns toward the starry wagon.

  They rode up to the wagon slowly and dismounted, their boots flattening the tall grass as they walked up to the entrance. Cherie peeked her head into the tent as leaves ruffled by. From one side of the tent to the other she saw beakers, rolled up parchments, astrological books and otherworldly-looking gadgets adorning the tablecloth. The inner sanctum of the wagon appeared to fool the eyes, as it seemed much bigger than one would believe if looking from the outside. In the center of the wagon was a table with a crystal globe resting between two quaint, wooden chairs.

  "She's not here, obviously. You don't think she'd mind if we took a look through some of these trinkets do you?" Jett asked.

  "I dunno. How would you feel if you left to take a piss and came back to someone rummaging through your things?" Cherie added.

  Jett looked around and realized the only thing they could possibly look at but not be tempted to touch was the crystal ball itself. Jett sat down and peered into the ball.

  "I don't see anything" Jett said as she peered into the cloudy sphere.

  "I don't think you're supposed to see anything. The ball is just a formality I t
hink if one is psychic. Or something." Cherie stated.

  Jett looked deeper, past the murkiness and dark. She imagined this was what it was like to be an optician looking through the eye of an eighty year old.

  Cherie walked outside to check out the perimeter.

  Jett's squinted harder as she tried to permeate the cloudiness of the glass sphere.

  Her heart started beating faster the harder she strained, as if the ball pulled strings around her heart in puppetry fashion. Shadowy figures intertwined with jet-black numbers seemed to swirl around each other like chocolate being mixed in a factory. Distant colors dipped and splashed onto the shapes as they took the form of human-like appearance. Jett resisted the urge to call out to Cherie, thinking if she looked away, the images would dissolve into nothingness. Then, she blinked and could then see recognizable facial-like characteristics form on some of the shapes but couldn't recognize them. She then saw a woman with dark aqua-colored skin making running her hands over another shape of...someone. She squinted harder to see the faces. She glanced back at the stranger with the blueberry-colored skin who ran her fingers through the other woman's hair.

  Obviously whoever it was, Jett had not met them before. At least, she didn't think so. She grabbed a comb from the table and held it up to her eyes. Finally she could see. The other woman looked like Cherie. She could swear it. The eyes, nose and hair all looked like hers, and this glowing, unabashed woman, whoever she was, had her hands all over her lover. It looked like she was being molested by an angel, or perhaps a demon. Jett's heart started racing. She felt nauseous as the deep-seated figures wrestled each other in mid-air, their crotches grinding into each other. The bizarre woman looked to be engaging Cherie in every sexual way possible, in a half dozen erotic positions. The myriad of images shifted between them both as if to titillate onlookers. In one instance, the blue woman would bury her face in between Cherie's legs, and in the next, she was ramming her tongue inside her willing ass. The scenes jumped from one to the other as Jett looked on in mesmerized amazement and jealousy.

  Jett forced her eyes away from the image and darted outside the wagon, throwing up a bit of saliva and the milk she had for breakfast. She furiously blinked and rubbed her eyes as if she had stared straight into the desert sun.

  Cherie jogged over to her.

  "What's wrong? Are you sick?" Cherie asked.

  Jett stood up straight and glanced at Cherie.

  "So who is this mystery chick that I saw in the fortune teller's crystal ball?" she inquired.

  "Mystery chick? Other than you and the rest of the gang there isn't anyone else. You're sayin' you actually saw something in that glass of hers?"

  Jett sighed, not particularly wanting to start a sassy fight with Cherie if a cloudy, near-sighted vision was all she had to go on. She didn't like it when people accused her of wrongdoing and the reverse was equally true.

  "Yeah...something. Just forget it. Probably my imagination" Jett relayed.

  Deep down she figured it was a mirage of some magician's starlight handiwork, and that it really didn't happen. It couldn't have, could it? The longer she thought of it, the more she realized that she was less spooked by the fact she saw a perceived event from the future in a glass globe out in the middle of nowhere than she was of seeing an otherworldly thing getting it on with her girl.

  Chapter 3: Threesome with A Visitor

  Both Cherie and Jett steered their horses towards the crescent shaped canyon that Lilith ordered them to scout. The heat was starting to dehydrate not only them but their horses. Cherie wiped the excess sweat away from her brow, wondering if they were on yet another wild goose chase sent by Lilith for the sole purpose of doing something for Lilith. Whenever something was done for the sake of it, trouble wasn't far behind.

  "We're almost there, I think. I think we should go on foot from here on out. It's only about a hundred feet to the path leading to the canyon" she suggested.

  "Fine with me", Jett replied.

  They dismounted, took a few splashy gulps from their canteens and headed towards the canyon to pinpoint the origin of the mystery smoke Lilith had seen earlier. The walk seemed a bit further than Cherie had calculated, and was akin to walking toward a mirage. There was a heavy stillness that seemed to accompany them as their boots traversed the cracked desert ground beneath their feet. There was no wind, no vultures flying overhead, and none of the usual tumbleweeds that strolled into view like there normally was. Instead, there seemed to be a subtle tugging at their bodies, as if gravity itself had stilted its own angle to allow them an easier trespass. A low hum flowed just under their senses that sounded like a slow-moving river of lava.

  They finally walked into the shadowy canyon and immediately smelt burning metal. There was an additional scent as well that resembled charcoal mixed with a faint vanilla scent. It was unsettling to the both of them as they both pulled out their revolvers in anticipation of a flurry of arrows to rain down on them both.

  "Whatever it is, I don't think it is anything resembling a smoke signal. It smells more like a barrel of gunpowder exploded at a pig farm...or something like it" Cherie said as she peeked her head out from a boulder to scan the long-winded crevice.

  "Yeah I was thinkin' the same thing. It's a strange mix. Like melted ice cream and burning stagecoach parts. Maybe a geyser?" Jett added.

  "I'll go up further and you guard the rear. Just watch my back" Cherie said, motioning her to look behind her in case of any obscene ambush.

  They walked further with Cherie in the lead and Jett aiming her gun to the ground but walking with her eyes focused at their rear. The scent of burning grew more potent the farther they walked.

  "Wait, I see it. Looks like something the earth vomited up. What do you think?" Cherie asked.

  "Looks like wreckage of some kind but it's still too far away to be sure. Let's get closer." Jett added.

  The two of them walked up to a wrecked pile of machinery, not sure of the origin or the purpose of the metallic heap. Their eyes focused on the strange blue goo that oozed and snaked around some of the burning parts. It bubbled and popped as the vacuous liquid streamed down to the ground. Strange, runic symbols adorned one side of a metal-looking panel that sizzled in the heat.

  Cherie stood staring down at the huge wrecked device, trying to gauge how it could have ended up down in the canyon, when she heard mandible clicking sounds emanating from behind her. She turned around to see a breathtakingly beautiful female who stood scratching her chin as she studied them. She was covered blue from head to toe, and stood aloof, and nude.

  "Christ, who the fuck are you!" Cherie yelled as she pointed her revolver at the otherworldly individual. Her gun shook nervously as she spoke.

  Jett turned around and dropped her jaw a bit in shock. She wasn't sure whether she was looking at a circus performer or a cherub in a school play. The blue female stood eye-to-eye at them and tapped a few multi-colored dots etched onto her wrist while the veins changed colors from blue to yellow and then back again. It addressed Cherie first.

  "Quién es usted?" it asked, giving her a puzzled look. Jett looked at Cherie and shrugged her shoulders while the brilliantly blue female tapped a few a different design onto her wrist.

  "Wer sind Sie?" it again asked.

  "What the hell..." Cherie said as she stood marvel-faced at the boopy sounds that seemed to echo from her multi-colored wrist.

  "Who are you?" it finally asked, as Jett lowered both her guns.

  "I'm Cherie and this is Jett. I think the bigger question is...who are you?" Cherie stated impulsively.

  "I don't have a suitable translation of my name for you. You couldn't pronounce it even if I could say it to you. Just call me Di" it said.

  "Die?" Jett asked quizzically.

  "No, it is pronounced Dee" Di said.

  "You're uh...kinda naked. And why are your covered with blue powder?" Cherie asked.

  "Not powder. This is my natural appearance. However, my suit seems to be b
urning in the crash you see before you."

  "This...metal heap...is yours?" Jett asked.

  "Yes, I was studying some of the local plant life when my ship crashed. It was my own fault actually. I was flying too low, not paying attention. A few birds flew into my engines and down I went." she explained.

  Cherie looked down at her marvelously slender legs that beamed beauty and seduction. She looked down at her wildly blue cunny which resembled a blue forest with the floweriest clit in the world.

  "You mean...you're ship actually...flies?" Jett asked.

  "Yes, but the nanites, er, I mean robots, that are repairing her seem to be taking longer than usual. It may be a few hours yet."

  "Robots?" Cherie asked.

  "Tiny microbial-sized...helpers, if you will. Too small to see with your eyes. I can see them however. I was hoping they would be finished by now" she remarked.

  Jett couldn't take her eyes off of Di's succulently lush mound. The mound of her pussy was blue on the outside, yet flashed a bit of pink just under the clit. She wondered what purpose the color blue had. Certainly it wasn't camouflage, at least not in the drab and dullness of the canyon.

  Di looked over at Jett whose eyes seemed entranced at Di's legs.

  "I should probably tell you that I am telepathic and can hear what you're thinking" Di cautioned.

  Jett laughed hysterically.

  "Ok outer-space gal, what am I thinking right this moment?" Jett asked pointedly.

  Di looked her in the eyes and raised an eyebrow.

  "You want to taste me. Between my legs, that is." Di said.

  "What about me? What am I thinking?" Cherie asked.

  "You...want to lick my anal region and have me do the same to you...simultaneously I presume", she said.