The Cowgirls by Moonbrand
This story is copyright the author. It is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity between women. If this type of activity is likely to offend you, please do not read any further. The author welcomes comments on her story to Moonbrand@gmail.com.
Chapter Three – Whole Lotta Love
In the bathroom upstairs at the saloon, Sally was sitting in a huge bathtub stood on four claw legs in front of a wood stove. The water was waist high and steaming hot and being constantly topped up by Ma Delaney's Saloon girls from a copper stood on top of the stove. Sally was buck naked and now largely covered in lather. This lather was being lovingly applied by Ma herself who had divested herself of her own apparel and had climbed in the bath tub behind Sally. She was now focussing on massaging soap into Sally's breasts and ensuring the nipples were particularly clean judging by how she was rolling them between her finger and thumb. At the same time Ma was also doing her best to clean the base of Sal's spine by rubbing her pussy up and down it. At least that's what it seemed like.
Sally had been in the saddle for several days since she had last got rid of the grime swimming in the creek. She was fast feeling more human again and the sensation of Ma's hands on her breasts was helping her shake of the weariness. When the woman started to plant small kissed on the nape of her neck, Sal started getting feelings she had forgotten she could have.
A few doors along the corridor, a new peace treaty was being drawn up. Carita was sitting on the edge of the bed and Milly – still trying to look and sound affronted – was sat next to her. Kanti, sensing that the white girl need placating, was kneeling behind Milly and softly massaging her shoulders. At a loss for words, Carita stood in front of Milly. She unclipped her gun belt and let it slide to the floor. She then shrugged herself out of her leather waistcoat revealing her pert breasts to both girls on the beds. Her hard nipples were cherry red and stood out strongly against a pale areola and her dark olive skin. Getting no complaints she continued undressing. Her chaps fell away one by one revealing the full extent of her slim, toned legs. Where they met, Milly and Kanti could now clearly see the jet black pubic hair that covered her sex. Unrestricted by the chaps it fell between her thighs, a long, unruly tangle already glistening with her wetness.
Now naked except for her boots, she dropped to her knees in front of Milly. She made eye contact with Kanti who immediately began to hike Milly's night-gown up. Obligingly the girl raised her arms over her head and Kanti – standing on the bed now – pulled the gown clear and discarded it. Milly's body was a complete contrast to both Carita and Kanti. They had the dark skinned tones of their respective heredity further weathered by their lives spent half-naked under the baking sun. Milly had the lily white skin tone of a girl used to having a parasol on those days when she dared venture out during the day. Furthermore, both the Mexican and the Native American were lithe and trim. Milly bore the curves of a recently pubescent girl who was to used to having a full plate at every meal time.
Ignoring the unlaced boots on her feet, Milly was now as naked as she was going to get and as naked as the other girls (Kanti had discarded her skirt after removing Milly's nightie). So Carita leaned forward and put a hand on each of Milly's pale knees. She gently pulled them wide apart and was leaning forward when Kanti made a pointed cough. Carita looked at the girl who rolled her eyes up. After a moment's pause, Carita smiled and removed the huge Stetson hat from her head. She then leant forward once again and buried her face between Milly's thighs. A loud slurping noise filled the room as her mouth made contact and was followed shortly afterwards by the first ecstatic cry from the teacher's daughter. Kanti slid up behind Milly, wrapped her legs around the girl's waist pressing her own cunt against the girl's back; grabbed a tit in each of her small hands and settled in for the ride.
Meanwhile out back Mary and Peggy had stripped naked. Jane was still as dressed as she ever was. She was leaning nonchalantly against the side of the makeshift shower stall and watching her two friends intently. Her right hand had slipped idly between her legs and she was flicking the bean.
Jane had in fact done the gentlemanly thing and filled the reservoir up with water for the ladies but now she was content to let them carry on with their ablutions whilst she watched. Peggy shook her long red hair out of it's pony tail and stood beneath the cistern. She pulled the chain and a torrent of cold water sluiced down her body. It wasn't icy cold as the midday sun had warmed it somewhat so it was a refreshing and much needed shower. Whilst she was still enjoying the sensation she felt two hands rubbing a bar of soap into her back. She lifted her arms to let Mary have uninhibited access to her body.
Mary's first thought as she rubbed soap all over Peggy's upper half was how skinny the older woman was. She could feel her rib cage as she ran her hands under the women's breasts. Her second thought was never fully formed as she felt the woman slither round inside her arms and plant her wet lips on her own mouth. Peggy's tongue was now worming its way inside Mary's mouth and the black girl gave up having any rational thoughts and let her older friend take care of things.
Jane just slid down the wooden post she was leaning against until her arse hit the ground. Her legs opened up wide and slipped three fingers inside herself. She was already very wet and watching her two friends get down and dirty was only going to make her wetter.
Up the street at the store, the two couples had worked out a rough bed-sharing layout. Betsy and Alice were at the head of the bed lying cross ways whilst Babs and Dorothy were across the foot. The sisters had shed their dusty clothes – such as they were – before clambering onto the pristine eiderdown. That had taken seconds. It had taken Babs long to get Dorothy out of her simple frock and undergarments either. However Betsy had taken an eternity unwrapping Alice from her many layers. She really didn't get how some women could ever get dressed in the morning let alone undressed at night. The process had taken several minutes and was so absorbing that Babs had found herself distracted from her own mission to watch her sister's struggles. Even Dorothy had overcome her bashfulness to watch the woman try and get her mother undressed. She even had to suppress a laugh on one occasion.
Now she was naked it was Alice who have the last laugh. Betsy had rescued a carved wooden dildo from her saddle bag and was running it up and down the woman's swollen labia in preparation. Alice shivered with pleasure as the large phallic instrument pressed against her pussy lips. When Betsy decided that the woman was ready, she carefully pushed the end of the dildo against Alice's cunt lips. They peeled apart and the wooden cock slid inside. Alice stifled a scream but still uttered a guttural groan as it bore deeper.
Babs was again distracted by the action at the other end of the bed and for a moment felt that her own fingers, currently playing with Dorothy's wet pussy, were going to be woefully inadequate by comparison. Then with the `so what' attitude of girl who had so often grown up in her sister's shadow, she curled her thumb inside the palm of her hand, wrapped her fingers around it and drove her fist inside her lover's pussy. The girl was not expecting it and unlike her mother could not stifle the scream. Sheriff Docherty heard it across the street but having seen the cowgirls enter the store sometime earlier, just nodded sagely and cherished the rare erection he felt in his trousers.