Message-ID: <26320asstr$968850604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000913103505.4539.qmail@web3106.mail.yahoo.com> From: Riffat MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} West Is Wild Again: Part4 Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2000 09:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, RuiJorge, english Title: West Is Wild Again-Part4 Author: Phoenician Warrior Codes: Lesbian, FF, cons, rom, hist e-mail: mumber7_1999@yahoo.com Chapter 4: Billy The Kid Author's Note: In September 1876, Billy the Kid rode through El Paso and stopped for a drink at the Ben Dowell Saloon, on his way to break a friend out of the San Elizario jail. For the purpose of this story, the author has used literary license and moved up his visit by a couple of months. December 23, 1876 It has been nearly two weeks since the girls had set up house at the ranch and by now both had settled into a comfortable routine of familiarity. Della had started teaching at the mission school and was very popular with the students. Mother Isabella offered no assistance but the young Sister Rosa was fast becoming her confidant and friend. While at the ranch, Sam had gotten busy with the cleaning and maintenance work. For both women, a normal day started at the crack of down. After breakfast, Sam would drive Della to the mission school and would come back to the ranch to do her many chores. At 1.00 PM, without fail Sam would wait in the wagon for Della outside the school gates. Upon seeing each other, both the girls would invariably break out into smiles. After having their lunch, Della would help Sam with the chores. During this time they got to know each other better and were not surprised that as a result they liked each other even more. By nightfall both the women would be dead tired and would long for sleep and each other. In bed they explored each other's bodies, delighting themselves with soft touches and kisses, followed by passionate lovemaking. As usual, Della Cord had awakened at daybreak. Instead of getting up she lazed in bed as today was the first day of the Christmas vacations and school was out. Della looked forward to spending more time with Sam over the next ten days. Looking at the still sleeping figure of Samantha lying in bed brought a wistful smile to her lips. Sam looked so enticing with her soft breasts rhythmically rising and falling with her breathing that Della was almost tempted to wake her up and engage in love making. Shrugging these lusty thoughts from her head, Della let her companion catch up on badly needed sleep. Della herself looked forward to today as she and Sam had planned on going into the city for their Christmas shopping. Della had got her wages yesterday and wanted to buy a new pair of boots for Sam as a gift. As the body clock kicked in, Sam also awoke and sheepishly smiled as she saw Della already up, grinning at her. As the girls drove into town, Della was in the seat holding the reins. Sam had been teaching her and Della was now competent enough to handle the wagon by herself. They halted outside "McEwan's Boots" on Mesa Grande Ave. As they got down, Sam told Della that she should go in and start and she will join in shortly. Sam explained that it will take her only a few minutes to run down to the Ben Dowell Saloon to get some tequila for the dinner they had planned for Christmas day. Della went inside the boot shop and started looking at the wares. She found a pair which she thought Sam would like and she waited for her friend to arrive back. Even after fifteen minutes when there was no sign of Sam, Della decided to go look for her friend. As she strode towards the saloon Della was completely unaware of the difficulty her love was in. As Sam entered the saloon she was surprised to find the normally packed joint nearly deserted. As she approached the bar she saw two men drinking shots of whisky, something nagged at her brain but she could not put her finger on it. As Sam opened her mouth to address the barkeep she saw the normally smiling figure of Ben Dowell ashen faced and shaking. As she turned towards the two men sitting at the bar, the reason for the man's unease became clear. Both the men had been drinking heavily and were what could be best described as "mean drunk". The younger of the two leered at Sam and grabbed her by the waist whilst blurting out "Look here Frank, Christmas had come early this year". "You got that right Billy" chortled his friend "She sure is one fine filly". Anger boiled inside Sam at the man's impudence. She had guessed the youngster to be no more than eighteen or nineteen and decided to teach him a lesson. As she raised her hand to slap the grinning youth she was startled by the warning. "Lady, I wouldn't do that If I were you" Ben Dowell spoke softly. "And why the hell not" spat back Sam "If you're going to stand there and let this filth here molest me than I am gonna take care of it myself". The youth let go of Sam's waist and began pawing with her breasts while adding "'cause the filth here is Billy The Kid". "He's also got a loaded Colt in his holster" piped in his buddy Frank. "You're Billy The Kid?" uttered an incredulous Sam. While she had heard of the notorious outlaw, never in her wildest imagination could she have pictured herself in such a predicament. Sam struggled to get out of the Kid's embrace but to no avail, the man was too strong. Sensing her struggles Billy guffawed and added "This one here is a wild cat, I will enjoy raping her". "Hey Billy, I will hold her while you get out the COLT" Frank added. "Good thinking Frank, hold her while I whip it out" Billy laughed. As Sam watched in horror Frank held her by the shoulders and Billy grasped her legs and splayed them out while trying to undo his fly with one hand. This was the scene Della saw as she entered the Saloon. Instead of being frightened an icy coolness crept over her. Sighting the mop in the corner she firmly grasped the handle. Using it as a club she swung with all her might and gave the Kid a solid blow on the back of his head. Maddened with pain, Billy let out a yelp and let go of Sam's legs. This was all the opportunity the brunette needed. Sam swung around and cracked her elbow in Frank's gut. Caught unaware, the man felt air rush out and gasped for breath. Seizing the opening, Sam pivoted around and with the toe of her boot delivered a vicious kick to the man's temples. Any practitioner of Savate (the Creole martial art from Louisiana) would have been proud of the way Sam executed the kick. In the meantime, The Kid had recovered and spat out at Della "You bitch, you shouldn't have messed with my fun. I'm Billy The Kid, I killed my first man when I was fourteen. I have killed thirty-five men not counting injuns and Mexicans. Now I'm gonna carve you up. When I'm finished with you two you won't be fit 'nough for a Juarez whorehouse". With a switch blade in hand the Kid menacingly moved towards Della, in doing so he made the mistake of turning his back on Sam. Sleek as a Mountain Lion, Sam jumped up and kneed Billy in the small of his back. As the kid collapsed in a heap on the floor it was Della's turn, the blonde again used the mop handle to good effect. She smashed the tip of the handle in Billy's groin, crushing his balls. Billy the Kid felt if he had been castrated and he emitted a loud bellow. Never in his life had he experienced such pain. As the Kid rolled around on the floor clutching his balls in agony, another man of his group entered the Saloon and shouted "Billy! Frank! Come on move it, a party of Texas Rangers and soldiers from Fort Bliss are after us". Still groaning Billy was helped to his feet by Frank and they limped out of the Saloon. Della dropped the mop handle and embraced Sam. As they hugged the events of the last few minutes finally sank in and they began trembling. With unsteady feet both of them dropped to the floor, still holding each other with their eyes closed. After a few minutes they opened their eyes to see two men staring down at them. "Ladies are you alright?" the man in the Texas Ranger uniform asked Sam was the first to nod her assent. "What about you ma'am?" inquired the Army Captain while looking at Della. "I 'm okay" whispered Della "Can you help me up". The Army Captain extended his hand and pulled Della up. The Ranger addressed both the woman and exclaimed "You two ladies deserve a bravery medal for what you did to Billy The Kid". Respect for their actions was apparent in his voice. "That's right" The Captain agreed "While the sorry excuse for MEN in this joint looked on, you two showed that he is no hero just a filthy outlaw". Upon being satisfied with the women's well being the two men set off to give chase to the Kid. Sam and Della sat down at the bar to gather their senses. The Saloon keeper came up to them and apologized for not helping "Ladies I'm right sorry for standing by and let the Kid harass you, but you gotta understand I ain't armed and the Kid is a vicious killer. He'll kill a man and have no qualms about it" He then placed two tumblers in front of them and poured out shots of whisky "Drink up, its on the house". Della and Sam looked at each other and tossed back the shots in one gulp. As the liquor went in they began to feel blood flowing again. With a contemptuous glance at the Saloon the girls walked out. As they drove back to the ranch the serious mood was lifted by Sam's laughter. "I'll never forget the look on the Kid's face when you smashed him with the mop handle" laughed Sam. "Well that fancy kick of yours was pretty special too, you nearly took off that man's head" Della replied while breaking into a smile. "I guess we make a pretty good team" Sam said while nudging Della in the ribs. "You can say that again" agreed Della. As they reached the ranch, Sam turned to Della and said "How would you like to have a roll in the hay with me?". "Do you really mean it! But how" replied Della. "Yesterday while you were at the school, I finished cleaning out the barn, wanna take a look" spoke Sam while stroking Della's breasts. Without waiting for her reply, Samantha grabbed Della by the hand and with a mischievous grin, dragged her off towards the barn a few yards away from the hacienda. Della couldn't help but giggle as her whole body tingled with excitement as she followed Samantha up the wooden ladder to where several dozen bales of straw and a blanket would be more than an adequate place to make love. Without a word, Della grabbed Samantha around the waist and kissed her full upon the lips. Sam resisted for a second, and laughed at her friends sudden aggressiveness, but melted into her, as Della's tongue invaded her mouth. To both women, it felt so good to hold each other in their arms while they kissed. Della sighed contentedly into Samantha's mouth as she ran one of her hands down to the firm roundness of her ass cheeks and pulled Sam's head towards her. Sam obliged by holding Della back and leaning forward into her as she surrendered to her friend's desires. Della soon felt her friend's soft hands upon her stomach, sliding slowly up and under her shirt as she herself tried to undo Sam's denims with one hand. "You're so insatiable!" Sam chuckled, pulling away for a moment. "I can't help it," Della replied with a grin, her breathing becoming more haggard as the excitement built, "I want you!" "But what if someone should catch us?" teased Samantha as Della dropped to her knees, pulling down Sam's pants as she went. Della glanced up at her with a sly grin when she heard the words, and met her hungry gaze. "Then I guess we'll just have to invite them to join in!" Della giggled, and gave the firmness of her friend's thighs a gentle kiss. Samantha chuckled softly, and moaned happily as she felt Della's lips moving up her legs, kissing their way towards the dark brown curls of her pubic hair. Della made a bit of a show of seemingly reluctantly moving closer and closer to the waiting pussy. Once she had come within inches of it, she ran her tongue back down and squeezed Sam's calve muscles gently with both hands. Sam reacted immediately, her whole body quivering as she tried to remain standing and in control. Della gave her thigh muscle a playful nibble, before bringing her hands up to cup Sam's ass cheeks, and watched as her friend's facial expression changed. Della smiled as she listened to her friend's breathing change to become almost a panting sound when her lips were placed just above Sam's clit. "Mmm! Right there!" Samantha sighed, as she placed her hands upon Della's shoulders for support. In response to her encouragement, Della squeezed her friend's firm ass cheeks and ran the tip of her tongue through the brown pubic hair in a random pattern. After a few seconds, Della pulled away and gazed hungrily at Sam's thick brown cunt bush. "What's the matter? Why did you stop" moaned Sam in frustration. "Oh nothing, just thinking" replied Della. "'Bout what" quizzed Sam. "Well I was teaching my history class about the expedition which discovered the Amazon rain forests" Della answered. "So what does that have to do with you lickin' me" retorted Sam. "Those rainforests are supposed to be so dense that sunlight cannot reach the ground below" Della countered and continued by pointing at Sam's pussy hair "But I would bet that this FOREST here is just as thick if not thicker". Sam giggled and replied "Well then why don't you lead an expedition to explore it". "Oh I intend to do just that" Della smiled and brought her hands to spread Sam's pussy apart". Sam looked down at Della, as brown hair fell about her pretty face. Della giggled with delight as Sam grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her friend towards her pussy. "Well go on and lick me!" cried Samantha, as she buried Della's face in her pussy. Della sighed contentedly, and shoved her tongue inside without hesitation. To her delight her friend had gotten quite moist, and she was rewarded by the taste of her wonderful pussy. Sam calmed down a little as Della settled into a bit of a rhythm, her tongue moving about inside of her, finding all the secret places that would heighten Samantha's excitement. Sam sighed happily, and relaxed her grip a little. Della let out a little whine of mock disappointment at not having her hair pulled as she moved up towards her friend's clit. Sam then gasped as Della gave her hardened clit a long, slow, circling lick, and slid a finger inside of her wet pussy. "Oh!" panted Samantha, in pleasure. Della felt the pussy lips contract around her finger and heard Sam moan "Oh-! Oh, Della, right there! Don't stop!" Della smiled as her friend begged for more. All the while she licked Sam's clit with the tip of her tongue, while slowly plunging a finger inside of her friend's pussy. Sam's cries and gasps of delight soon increased even more, and Della knew that there was no turning back as Samantha tangled her fingers in her hair and tugged. Della glanced up, smiling as she watched the expressions that crossed Sam's face as she flicked her clit more rapidly and slid a second finger inside of her friend's wet, convulsing pussy. Suddenly, with a loud cry Sam fell forward, shaking uncontrollably. Della cried out as well, in surprise, and was thankful for the bales of straw that littered the loft, as both women became an awkward tangle of arms and legs. Della giggled as she realized no one was hurt, and was surprised to find that Samantha had barely noticed their predicament. Della, however, was now somewhat trapped, pinned to the straw strewn floor by her legs, which were now tightly squeezed together. Della could feel her fingers still inside of Sam's pussy. "Oh-! Oh Dear God-!" Sam gasped as Della struggled to get out from under her enough to breath, and smiled when she realized that Samantha was mostly bent over the bale, "Oh, Della! Ooh!" Sam's moaning and gasping seemed to go on forever, regardless of their awkward position, and Della was almost glad when they began to subside. With just a little reluctance, she retrieved her fingers, and crawled out from under Samantha. She then sat down and smiled at her friend's vulnerable position and gave her own wetted fingers a lick before sucking her friend's juices off of them. "Ooh, I'm so sorry..." Sam said quietly. Della looked up at her and smiled. "It's okay," she assured her friend, and crawled over on her hands and knees to give Sam a gentle kiss, "Actually, it was amusing. But I think in the future, you might try sitting down first!" Samantha smiled, and rolled over before sitting down on the floor and beckoning Della to sit beside her. Della snuggled in close when Sam put her arm around her holding her protectively. "Thanks, though," Sam replied, "Even with the mishap, it was wonderful." "You're welcome as always," Della told her, and looked up into her eyes, "But I can think of other ways to thank me." Samantha smiled, and gave a teasing kiss on the nose. "You're so demanding," she chuckled in time to see Della slip out of her shirt. Della then smiled down, her full breasts not far from Sam's face. Sam returned the smile, and cupped her friend's breasts with her hands, carefully taking the pink nipples between her fingers squeezing both nipples at once. "Della, I love you!" Sam exclaimed, tears of affection welling up in her eyes, "I love you so much..." "I love you just as much, Sam," Della replied, her own voice choking with emotion. Samantha pushed her friend back onto the floor and leant down to kiss her full lips. Della giggled giving into the advances. "Isn't the floor a little hard for you?" asked Sam while bringing her legs into a kneeling position, "Yes it is" agreed Della, and reached up with her hands so that she could be helped up, "Maybe that bale of straw?" Samantha smiled putting her arms around Della, and turning around, "Now lay down, and let me return the favor." "And just what do you have in mind?" Della giggled as Sam slipped out off her shirt. Sam paused at the words, and inhaled deeply. "You'll see, Della" she replied "But first I think we need to make this place just a little more comfortable." "How very practical," Della commented, trying to get a reaction with a hint of sarcasm. "Well," replied Samantha, as she laid their shirts across a bale of straw, "If you really want straw sticking in your butt..." "Actually," Della told her offhandedly, "I'd prefer your finger!" "Well then maybe I'll have to try two!" laughed Samantha, taking Della in her arms and kissing her before laying her friend down lengthwise across the bale. "Oh, you!" Della laughed, as Sam moved down, running her hands over her breasts, giving each nipple a playful squeeze before moving on. "Me?" her friend inquired, chuckling as she kissed her way down towards Della's breasts, her hands now supporting her weight on either side, "What did I do?" "Mmm, I think it's more of what you're going to do," Della purred, running her nails across Sam's back as her tongue began to caress its way across the firm breast. "And what am I going to do?" Sam asked, and gave both nipples a gentle nibble before dragging her teeth across it as she raised her head to smile at Della. "Anything you want," Della answered softly, and ran her hand across the softness of Sam's cheek. "Be careful what you wish for," replied Samantha, before moving back down to run the tip of her tongue around the nipples. Della sighed contentedly, and held her head in place as Sam sucked the better part of her breast. Della moaned happily as the tongue played across it. Soon, she felt Samantha's hands upon her thighs, spreading the legs so that her hips were off the end of the bale of straw. "What are you doing?" Della inquired sweetly with little real concern. "Nothing," her friend answered as Sam pulled back and gave her a deep, teasing kiss between the breasts. "Why don't I believe you?" Della giggled, as she felt Samantha unbuttoning her long skirt before pulling it down along with her drawers. Samantha begin kissing her way down across Della's stomach and reached up with her left hand to cup a breast. Propping herself up on her elbows, Della watched as Samantha positioned herself between the legs and began licking her blonde haired pussy with loud slurping sounds. Della grabbed Sam's hair and pulled up her head "Didn't your Mama teach you not to slurp while drinking?" she asked in a mock stern voice. "I'm sorry teacher, I will be good. Please forgive me" giggled back Sam. "Okay, you're forgiven. Now finish your supper" replied Della as she shoved Sam's mouth back against her cunt lips. Della could only moan softly as Sam's teeth nibbled her clit, while her fingers pinched the hardened nipples. Sam kept this up for several minutes before Della started letting out long deep moans. Samantha didn't stop, though, she moved her mouth up to the clit and suckled the hardened bud as she slid two fingers between the wetted pussy lips. Della's body shuddered a little at the initial penetration, and the inner walls immediately clamped down against her friend's fingers as they began slowly sliding in deeper and deeper. Della soon had no choice but to fall back up the bale of straw as her spinning head made it difficult to stay elevated. The sensation of her friend's fingers moving slowly in and out as she licked and nibbled at the clit drove her crazy. Della felt the fingers pull back, and cried out in anguish as the joyous sensation of penetration was taken away. But she was to be deprived only for a moment, as she felt her friend's middle finger rubbing her juices into her asshole before pushing against it. "Ow! Ohh... Ya," Della moaned, sighing deeply with pleasure as she was doubly penetrated by Samantha's long fingers, "Right there!" Della could actually feel Samantha's fingers touching between the thin barrier between her asshole and pussy as they moved in unison in and out in long even strokes. It was all too much for the blonde woman as she orgasmed uncontrollably. Sam quickly removed her fingers, and moved up to hold Della as she came. She held her close and kissed her affectionately as Della shuddered beneath her. "Shh..." Sam soothed, as Della let out a long series of shout gasps, and tears actually formed in her eyes at the joy she felt. "I love you, Della..." Sam whispered in her ear. "Oh, Sam..." Della moaned, "thank you... so much." Sam held Della in a tight embrace, nuzzling the ear lovingly as Della's near convulsions began to subside. To be continued in: Chapter 5 "Did you know that Tequila is made from fermented cactus pulp?" __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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