Saddled On The Cowboy: A Hot Western Romance

by Amanda Heartley

  She trembled; his cock was thick and she was tight. He stopped a moment, waiting for her to get used to him. She nodded her head and he pushed a little more. She shifted her hips to pull him deeper inside. He pushed a tiny bit harder and Annie gasped, writhing against him, gripping the sheets and then his hips, pulling him in deeper. He rocked into her, his hips powerful, his cock filling every inch of her. His hand found her right breast, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb, while his other hand slid down to lightly caress her sex.

  She groaned, her hips jerking against him, pushing his hand firmer against her swollen clit, his manhood reaching further and further inside her. He shifted slightly, rolling his hips so he penetrated her every corner, teasing over her G-spot the way his fingers had teased her earlier. She cried out, “Oh God, oh, Tommy! Tommy!”

  The passion overtook him, and he suddenly gripped her legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders, bringing her hips in even tighter against his. Her cries became wordless as his every thrust sent pulses of pleasure through her body, her head becoming light and airy. His hands stroked her legs, his fingers moving over her calves and thighs with a hungry need as he pumped into her deeper and harder.

  She screamed and grabbed his hips, pulling him into her. He thrust even faster, knowing she was close, and she tilted her head back as electricity shot through her. She came with such a force her whole body rocked, her pussy tightening around his cock, sucking every bit of her pleasure out of him. For a brief moment, she knew nothing but euphoria, her whole world fading as light and heat exploded through her body.

  He shivered above her, and with a loud moan, he pushed deep inside her as his cock pulsed against her tender muscles. Tommy’s whole body shook. He groaned and fell on top her, panting, gasping, trying to catch his breath.

  He held her in his arms, their bodies spent, quivering, spineless and speechless.

  Annie shifted so she could catch Tommy’s eye. “Oh my God, Tommy, you are incredible,” she panted as she slid her trembling hand seductively down his chest.

  “No, honey, you are,” he said, stroking her long, thick hair, just before kissing her. She moved closer into his arms and they lay there in the warmth of each other’s bodies, silent, but knowing it felt right, as they drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 9

  When Annie finally got home the next day, Marti was frantic. She had forgotten Marti was planning on coming over after her date and she felt like a terrible friend. Still, she wouldn’t have missed that night with Tommy for anything. She could still feel his tongue lapping at her sex, his fingers teasing her nipples, his hot breath on her neck. She shivered. She was going to need to take a nice cold shower before too long, and her day had just barely started.

  She knew she should have called or texted Marti first thing in the morning, but Tommy had insisted on making her breakfast and they sat and talked until almost noon. So when she finally got a hold of Marti, her friend was not a happy camper.

  “You’re alive!” Marti cried into the phone.

  Annie winced, guilt sitting heavy in her chest. “Yeah, girl, I’m sorry. Things went a whole lot better than I expected, and I was so not gonna stop his tongue to call my best friend. I mean, what am I gonna say? ‘Marti, I’m over here falling in love with this man’s tongue’, no…hon, not gonna happen.”

  Marti wasn’t impressed. “Tongue? What tongue? What the freak were y’all doing Annie?” Marti remembered when his tongue used to be between her thighs, licking her clit, lapping up her juices and her face started to get hot. Asshole. “You could have called or texted anyway.”

  “I’m sorry Marti. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’ll make it up to you. How about dinner at my place tonight? I’ll make some Panini’s.”

  Marti sighed into the phone. “No, it’s okay. I’m glad you had a good night. You want me to come over and we’ll put up your fence?”

  Annie smiled. “Sure! That’ll be fun.”

  “All righty then.” Marti said. “I’ll be over in a few…uhm, Annie?”

  “What?”

  “What the hell is a Panini?”

  ***

  Marti was all smiles by the time she got to Annie’s, and Annie thought nothing of it. Marti grabbed one of the ranch hands and they drank some beers and sang some songs while he showed them how to fix the fence. It was a hell of a lot less work than Annie thought it was going to be. They did the whole back fence, replacing all the old posts so it wouldn’t fall down again anytime soon. By the time they finished, the sun was setting and both girls were half drunk and exhausted.

  Inside, Marti poured some wine while Annie whipped up the Panini’s. They ate together, lying on Annie’s king-size bed. They giggled and talked, and finally Annie told Marti all about the date.

  “I know it sounds crazy,” she said, glancing over at Marti. “But I really like Tommy. Can you believe how much he’s changed? I mean, like a lot. He’s freakin’ hot, super sexy, funny, fucks like a god. Perfect gentleman. He actually opened doors for me! Shit, men don’t open ladies’ doors in L.A. I didn’t think anyone did that anymore.”

  Marti was burning up inside, hoping Annie didn’t notice. She waved her away with one hand. “I’m sure he’s just trying to get in your pants and apparently he succeeded. You fell for that one, didn’t ya? Give it a few weeks, and things will change. You don’t know him like I do.”

  Marti bit her tongue. She wanted to tell Annie all about their sordid past and what a jerk Tommy really was, but she didn’t want to see her friend hurt or ruin their night or their friendship.

  Annie propped herself up on an elbow. “Don’t you see? He’s been in love with me since we were kids. Isn’t that amazing? He still feels the same way he did fifteen years ago. I don’t think that’s just going to up and change.”

  Marti pouted and refused to look at Annie. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up. He’s a loser. Once a loser, always a loser.”

  Annie lay back on the bed, her arms over her head. “I don’t think so, Marti. He’s changed.”

  Marti grunted non-committedly, and turned the topic to other things. Annie wanted to ask her why she was so upset, but before long they were giggling, and she forgot all about it. They drank some more wine, and the giggles took over. They were acting like kids, and they knew it. Just like old times. Marti suddenly smacked Annie with a pillow, and Annie lunged at Marti, they both fell over laughing and Marti’s hand landed on Annie’s breast, Marti gave it a little squeeze.

  “Hey! Watch the boobies, please!”

  “Oh, you know you liked it! You haven’t had real sex in forever!”

  “Brat, I been laid! You’re the one who needs some lovin’!”

  “You gonna give me some?” Marti laughed. The wine had gotten to her and she reached for Annie.

  “Marti! What the hell, did you turn gay on me?”

  “No, sweet cheeks, I was just playing! Why? Have you ever?”

  “Ever what?”

  “Sucked a pussy? ”

  “No, you crazy? Have you?”

  “Crazy for you!” Marti exclaimed as she threw Annie onto the bed and planted her sweet lips on Annie’s.

  Annie jumped, feeling a little weird. “Marti, what are you doing?” But the feeling that shot through her body was so strong, she couldn’t deny it. Annie knew Sara in L.A. was bi, and she remembered seeing the lesbian couple at the Spa, but she hadn’t really thought about having sex with a woman. There were too many men with beautiful hard cocks running around. She had never had sex with a girl, but her exhaustion and the wine had made her tipsy. What the hell? Marti was beautiful and who would know?

  Her nipples stood at attention under her gown and her pussy was already getting wet just thinking about it. Dammit! Could my tender pussy take another night like last night? And Tommy, what would he think if he knew what I was doing?

  Annie looked into Marti’s eyes, and heat rushed through her. She grabbed Marti’s face between her hands and leaned
over to her plump lips and kissed her, a deep long kiss. Marti responded and slid her tongue into Annie’s sweet mouth. Reaching around her back, she pulled Annie in closer to her.

  Annie hadn’t expected Marti’s kiss to be so luscious. Her soft lips danced along hers, her breath sweet from the wine.

  Marti pulled back for a moment, her hands on Annie’s waist. She slid her hands up under Annie’s nightgown, dancing over her ribcage to slip around Annie’s pert breasts. Annie gasped as shockwaves pulsed through her body. Marti’s hands were much smaller and softer than Tommy’s, but they were so gentle, working their way over Annie’s breasts in a way that made her feel like they were the best thing Marti had ever touched. She leaned over and ran her hands through Marti’s thick red hair, pulling her close, her lips leaving a trail of kisses on Marti’s neck.

  She put her own hand to Marti’s waist, surprised at the softness. Her hand traveled lower, tracing Marti’s plump behind, feeling the softness of her tender cheeks. Her body tingled at the feel of it. She had never felt the sexy softness of another woman. Annie had only felt her own body and a few hugs from old ladies at church, but never a sexy, willing female body. Marti’s skin was so soft and she smelled so sweet. Any and all thoughts of Tommy or guilty hesitation were pushed to the back of her mind. She was hot and right now, she wanted Marti more than anything else in the world.

  Marti pulled Annie’s pajama top over her head, and tossed it to the floor, pressing her face against Annie’s left breast and gently sucking the pink nipple into her mouth. Annie shivered; she had never felt anything like this before. Marti’s lips were plump and full and knowing. Marti rolled her friend’s nipple between her teeth and gently nipped. Annie yelped, her hands automatically gripping Marti’s ass, pulling her hips to crush against her own.

  The softness of her friend excited her. She wanted to press her face against Marti’s pussy, feeling her, tasting her. Her breathing quickened, and her hands slid down to the bottom of Marti’s gown, pulling it up over her head. Marti’s large round breasts sprang free. They were much fuller than Annie’s, and they jiggled with every movement Marti made. Annie bounced them a little in her hand, feeling their weight. She leaned in and sucked a peach-colored nipple, drawing it into her mouth.

  Marti groaned, “Holy shit! Annie, you feel so good. You sure you’ve never been with a woman? You are so gentle. You’re like a fuckin’ pro! This is amazing.”

  She reached down and slid her finger between Annie’s lips. She was wet, soft and Marti dipped her finger in between the luscious folds, only to take it out and slide it into her mouth. Annie’s bald pussy excited Marti. She felt her own pussy aching for attention as she slowly caressed and sucked her way down from Annie’s breasts along her stomach. Annie whimpered a little, releasing Marti so she could keep moving, and tangled her hands in Marti’s long hair.

  Her tongue made tingles spread all over Annie’s body. Annie moaned against her, her breath coming in short little spurts. Marti paused just as she reached Annie’s sex and Annie shivered, lifting her hips, begging for more.

  Marti looked at the gleaming wet slit in front of her and ran her thumb over Annie’s clit. Annie trembled, and Marti rubbed her clit again; Annie gasped as she felt the hot stickiness seep out of her swollen lips.

  “Have you ever seen a pussy? I mean really looked at it?” Marti asked as she gently pulled Annie’s lips open.

  “No, dork, I haven’t, why? Are you checking it out?” Annie giggled.

  Marti smiled. “Yes, and it’s rather intriguing.”

  “Can you feel this?” Marti quickly slurped Annie’s pink button. Annie gasped. “That’s your little pink ‘love button’.” She giggled.

  “God, yes, I can feel that!” Marti put both hands on her thighs and spread them apart and licked again, this time tracing up and down the swollen vulva.

  “That?”

  “Fuck! Marti, why are you such a tease?” This time Marti licked her from her ass to her clit, her tongue lingering and circling at each stop. Annie wiggled her hips, pushing her swollen pussy into Marti’s face.

  Marti stopped. “That?” she giggled.

  Annie sat up and pushed Marti over. “Ya crazy! You fuckin’ tease!” She laughed as she jumped up and kissed her. The both fell over laughing, entwined in each other’s naked bodies, Annie tasting her sweet nectar on her best friend’s lips.

  “Watch this, girlfriend, I ain’t no tease!” Annie’s hand reached down in between Marti’s curvy thighs and gently stroked her slit. Marti sighed as her body trembled from the delicate touch. Marti was a natural redhead and her beautiful pussy was covered in soft, curly red hair, delicately coifed into a perfect V. The soft red fur turned Annie on.

  She traced her sex with her fingertips, making Marti tremble and jerk then slid her fingers into Marti’s wetness, massaging her already engorged clit. Annie slowly pumped her fingers in and out in a slow fucking rhythm, her thumb gently fondling her clit, her pinky teasing her ass. Marti groaned as she ground her body on Annie’s hand, trembling as her friend fucked her with her delicate fingers.

  Marti wiggled her ass and moaned something Annie couldn’t understand. Annie slid down and put her face between Marti’s legs, grabbing both of her milky thighs and spreading them apart. Marti had ass for days and Annie wanted it. She loved the way her ass felt in her hands and squeezed gently, licking and nipping at the abundant flesh.

  She placed her fingers on Marti’s lips and gently spread them apart, as she lowered her mouth to meet Marti’s pink clit. Her tongue drew circles around the little nub. Her wetness was warm and sweet. Nothing like Annie had ever tasted before. Her own pussy ached with passion.

  Marti is right, pussy is very intriguing. God, what am I doing? Marti is my best friend. Shit! Fuck!

  They were completely unable to speak from the haze of wine and girly sex. Annie grinned as she smoothly slid her fingers into Marti, working two fingers expertly, slipping deep into her, tickling her G-spot, only to withdraw and tease in light circles over her outer lips. Marti whimpered. She didn’t know how it was possible to feel this much pleasure. She bucked a little against Annie’s fingers, her hands grabbing her own thighs to spread her legs farther. Annie was filling her sex to the hilt, her tongue teasing her pink nub. Tingles and little shots of pleasure rode through her body with every one of Annie’s strokes and licks.

  Her back muscles tightened. Her juice and Annie’s saliva dripped down onto her ass crack.

  Annie’s deft fingers and her hot tongue danced together, building up a rhythm that brought Marti to the edge. Annie took that exact moment to take things one step further, and curiously slid her wet finger into Marti’s ass, slowly sliding in and out of the tight entrance as her tongue flew and her fingers flicked inside her.

  Marti moaned loud and hard when she came. She fisted the comforter on the bed, as her legs shook and her hips pushed hard against Annie’s face. Annie sucked fervently on her throbbing clit, her fingers sliding in and out of Marti’s ass, feeling every muscle contract as Marti cried out from the sheer force of her orgasm. She arched her back and finally collapsed back onto the bed, breathing so hard her head was spinning. Annie met her glassy gaze, licking her friend’s juice off her lips as she crawled up toward Marti.

  Marti leaned up into her kiss without hesitation. She could taste her own musky sex on Annie’s tongue, the smell of passion on Annie’s face. Her breath steadying, Marti reached down between Annie’s legs to feel her soft, very wet, very swollen pussy.

  “You sure you’ve never done this?” Marti quipped. Her heart was still pounding; her body still shaking.

  “Nope. Never.” Annie smiled.

  She gasped as Marti slid her fingers down her slit; slow and seductive, vowing she would make Annie scream, just as much as she had.

  Annie’s pussy was swollen, wet and sensitive; she flinched each time Marti passed her gentle finger across her clit.

  “Get on your knees,” Marti demanded.


  “What? Knees? Why?” Annie was so hot she didn’t want to play Marti’s games, she wanted passion and release.

  “Just do it. I promise, you’ll love it!” Marti grinned.

  Annie got on all fours on the bed as Marti took in the sight of her beautiful ass, her pussy swollen and wet. Her finger grazed her slit high in the air and she smacked her ass and Annie squealed. Marti laid on her back, just under her and started licking the wetness dripping down Annie’s thigh. Annie’s boobs were dancing from her chest and Marti reached up and rolled her nipples to hardness as Annie flinched. She was still tender from Tommy’s touch.

  Marti pulled Annie down on top of her face and spread her lips ever so gently. Annie grabbed the headboard to steady herself. Marti lightly licked the throbbing bud. Annie squirmed. “Girl, I am so fucking hot, you better stop teasing me.”

  Marti giggled and without hesitation, she grabbed Annie’s ass cheeks, pulling her hard onto her face, sucking her clit with so much fervor, Annie exploded, grinding her hips as Marti sucked and licked her pussy, crying out as she shuddered and came all over Marti’s face. Marti licked and sucked Annie’s sex, her tongue pumping in and out in a steady rhythm, feeling her muscles contract with each wave of her orgasm.

  Annie fell over with exhaustion and gently pulled Marti to her, caressing her soft body, feeling her tender skin. She trembled, caught her breath and kissed her juices off Marti’s full lips.

  As they lay there, holding one another, looking into each other’s eyes, their hearts racing, the sweet, musky smell of sex in the air, they both felt like there was no one else in the whole wide world.

  Marti suddenly spoke, her voice wavering a little. “Annie, I’m not a lesbian.”

  Annie laughed. “You are now.” She moved her hair so she could meet Marti’s eyes. “But, I’ve never—” She stopped, and Annie understood she meant she’d never done this before.