Message-ID: <26337asstr$968955003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000914120658.9657.qmail@web3104.mail.yahoo.com> From: Riffat MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} West Is Wild Again: Part5 Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2000 14:10:03 -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: kelly, RuiJorge Title: West Is Wild Again-Part5 Author: Phoenician Warrior Codes: FF, Lesbian, rom, cons, hist e-mail: mumber7_1999@yahoo.com Chapter 5: Did you know that Tequila is made from fermented cactus pulp? December 24, 1876 The sun rose above the horizon, dawning on Christmas Eve. Still, the two women continued to sleep, entwined with each other. Yesterday's exertions at the Saloon and later on in the barn, have clearly taken their toll on their bodies. It was well past ten before either of them stirred. Were it not for the call of nature, they might very well had slept on, their bursting bladders forced the women to get up. Both the girls liked to sleep naked, relishing the feel of each other's warm bodies as they snuggled under the warm covers to ward off the winter chill. So urgent was their need that without putting on anything, the two naked women went out to empty their bladders. As they returned, the girls began to get ready for the day ahead. As Della was making the bed she glanced at Sam. The brunette had a quizzical expression on her face as she ran her hands across her arms as if feeling for something. "What's the matter Sweetie?" inquired Della. "Nothing I guess, its just that my skin feels so tight and there are a few dry patches on my arms and thighs" Sam replied. "It's the dry desert air" Della answered and continued "I guess your skin doesn't agree with the arid conditions around here". Della walked to the dressing table and pulled out a glass jar from the top drawer. She handed it to Sam while adding "This might help". "What is it" asked Sam as she unscrewed the cap and sniffed the contents inside. "It's called Petroleum Jelly" replied Della "My husband used it to grease up joints and parts of the railway coaches, but I found that it works just as well on skin". "What do you mean? How is it used?" Sam inquired, clearly confused. "You apply it on your skin" laughed Della, she took Sam's hand and led her towards their bed "Here, let me show you". Della gave Sam a gentle push, making the brunette fall back on the bed. Sam laid there with her legs splayed and her bare breasts exposed to Della's hungry gaze. With a sly grin, Della sat her equally naked form on the bed and reached for the glass jar. Della spoke to Sam, "It's time for your oil massage," and smiled in expectation. Della gestured towards the wall and both women got off the bed, their long legs and swaying breasts keeping each others attention. Sam went to a wall and Della helped her assume a spread-eagle position, with the palms of her hands on the wall, her arms fully extended out from the wall, her body tilted at an angle, and her legs spread wide. In this position, Sam's ass cheeks became taut and rounded, and her breasts hung down invitingly. Della realized that now virtually every portion of Sam's body could be covered with the slippery jelly that she had. Della applied a small blob of jelly onto Sam's leg, then began spreading it around her lithesome leg. Her hand moved up and down, taking care to massage the lubricant into every inch of the smooth white, skin. She repeated the same for the other leg, until both had a satisfyingly moist appearance. For Sam's ass, Della smeared both hands in the jelly, then slowly slid them up and down Sam's smooth ass cheeks until they met the slippery portion of her legs. Della's hands moved closer and closer together, finally converging on Sam's ass crack, eliciting a moan from Sam. Della briefly touched Sam's clitoris, and a sharp gasp punctuated the air. "Hold your hair," Della whispered, and with one hand Sam held up her mass of brown hair as Della concentrated her attention on Sam's backside, applying the same firm massaging motions as before. Soon, she was done, and Sam let her hair fall back down, with some of the hair sticking to the oil. Della quickly massaged both of Sam's arms, and Sam knew that she was saving her chest for last. Even Della was getting horny, as her breathing quickened and her nipples stood erect. Finally, Della kneeled in the little arch created by Sam's body, looked up at her robust breasts, and quickly ran her tongue around the enlarged nipples and areola. She took some more jelly and began to massage Sam's chest below her breasts, working her way down. Della took care to make sure that no region went without oil, even running her hands up Sam's sides and onto her back. She reached Sam's pubic region, and rubbed the oil firmly into her thick brown cunt hair, then between her legs and back up her ass, the slight sound of her oily hands slithering along oily flesh accompanying Sam's moans. Della dipped her hands into the jelly again, and said, "My favorite part," and turned her attention to Sam's breasts. She started just below them, and slowly ran her hands upward, until Sam's breasts flopped back down, then up over her nipples, to the very top of her chest, just stopping at the neck. She continued massaging Sam's breasts, rubbing the oil under and between the globes, and even pinched both of Sam's nipples. Della eventually ended her massage, and looked in pure delight at Sam's slippery, oily body glistening in the sunlight. Della quickly wiped her hands on a nearby towel and assumed the identical position as Sam. The brunette eagerly picked up the glass jar and dipped her hands into the lubricant, then began to rub it over both of Della's arms. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth slightly open, as Sam moved on to her legs. The sensation of running her slippery hands over Della's smooth legs was an incredible feeling, and she hurried up to begin on her breasts. Della moaned as Sam rubbed the oil all over her white breasts, feeling her slick nipples slide under her hand. Sam briefly kissed the nape of her neck as her hands came down from either side of Della's breasts, squeezing them firmly, producing a moan of pleasure from the blonde. To do this, Sam was pressed directly up against Della's legs and ass. She slowly slithered her hands back down, and redoubled the massage. Within minutes, Della was covered from the neck down in the oil. As Sam finished with the grease job, she gave Della a playful swat on the butt making the blonde squeal in mock anger. "SAM! You'll pay for this" declared Della as she turned around and began to chase the brunette around their bedroom. Due to the cramped indoors, Sam was not able to utilize her advantage of longer legs and stride. Very quickly a determined Della had her friend cornered. Grabbing hold of Sam's wrists Della grinned triumphantly and said "Missy, its payback time". As she pulled Sam towards herself, Della did not take into account the effect of lubrication on their bodies. Della's fingers lost their grip on Sam's wrists and the blonde fell backwards. Almost certainly Della would have hit her head on the dressing table and hurt herself but for Sam's quick reflexes. Agile as a cat, the brunette reached out with both hands and cradled Della's back before the impact. As she pulled the blonde in an upright position, the playful banter was replaced by a look of real concern on Sam's face. "Oh Sweetie, are you okay?. I'm so sorry" Sam asked as she hugged her friend. "I'm okay, just slipped that's all" answered Della as she returned the embrace "Although it's a good thing you caught me when you did, otherwise I might have had a nasty bump". For a few minutes the two friends just stood there French kissing each other, reveling in the feel of their oiled bodies molded to each others curves and contours. Specially the way their chests quashed together, their nipples digging into the others soft breasts. Running the palm of her hand across Sam's ass cheeks Della spoke softly "I'm tempted to swat you back but after what you did I haven't the heart". Sam slid her hand down to Della's ass crack, and fingered her cunt. Della bucked, and Sam withdrew her finger, coated with Della's juices. She hungrily licked it, then half-pulled, half-slithered Della to the bed. The two nubile women quickly got into a 69-position, with Della on top. Sam began to lick at Della's clit and cunt, eliciting sharp gasps and moans from the blonde. Sam's hands were wrapped firmly around Della's oily backside, and her breasts hung down unencumbered between Sam's spread legs. Della rocked back and forth, the sound of their slippery bodies rubbing together extremely erotic. Then, with a gasp, she came, her juices running down into Sam's face. Sam eagerly lapped them up, her pink tongue eagerly darting around. After Sam finished, she released Della, and the women embraced and started kissing each other. Sam reluctantly broke off their kissing and wistfully replied "If we don't get dressed soon, I reckon we are likely to stand here all day smooching each other". "I guess you are right" sighed Della as she pulled away from Sam. As Sam put on her shirt and slipped into her denims she saw that Della was still naked, deep in thought with her finger on the lips. "What's the matter NOW" asked Sam. Della explained that she only has one clean blouse and skirt left and she doesn't want to put them on as the oily stains would ruin the clothes. Sam walked up to her and tossed a flannel shirt and a pair of denims towards Della. "Why don't you try these on? The cotton fabric won't make you feel squishy and you might even find how comfortable and practical they are" said Sam. "Okay, okay. I will wear them" Della laughed and surrendered as she began dressing. Even though Sam was slightly taller, the two women were similar in build and their faces had a passing resemblance. But now, dressed alike in western attire the girls looked like sisters and a casual observer would tend to agree. Only when they spoke that the women gave away their ancestry. Sam's southern drawl contrasting sharply with Della's flat mid-western tones. As the women strode out of the hacienda, Sam gave Della's shoulder a slap and declared while running "I will race ya to the wagon". As Della set off in pursuit she shouted "Sam you cheat. No fair, you had a head start". As the blonde reached the wagon she saw her friend already atop. As Della pulled herself up she gave Sam a dirty look and spat out "Cheat!". Sam took hold of Della hand and thrust the reins in her fingers "I will make it up, why don't you drive us into town". As they set off towards El Paso the girls decided that they will first go to McEwans Boot House. "You still planning on buying tequila?" inquired Della. "Well Yes! What do you mean?" replied Sam. "What I mean is that there is no way I'm going back to the Saloon" retorted Della. "You got that right" agreed Sam "We ain't going there, I reckon we can stop by the Mexican Cantina to get it. I figure this stuff will be better and cheaper there". "I guess you may be right" agreed Della. As the two women walked inside the Cantina they found the place adorned with plaster statues of the virgin and in the corner a Mariachi band in full swing. As they stood trying to figure out where the bar is, a middle-aged Mexican woman came up to them and asked "May I help you?". "Si Senora, we would like to buy few bottles of tequila" Sam replied. "What kind of tequila you like?" asked the woman "You see we have many different kinds". "Well actually this is the first time we are buying so I'm afraid I don't know" Della admitted sheepishly. "Well then why don't you sit down at a table and I will send out a few samples for you to taste". "Gracias Senora" Sam replied as she led Della towards a table. Soon after a young Mexican boy appeared carrying bottles of tequila, he poured out shots in the tumblers. As the girls tasted the drink they settled on a variety which was the house specialty. As the girls waited for their order to be packed they listened to the Mariachi band and began knocking down the tequila shots placed before them. Although neither woman was a heavy drinker but they were not teetotalers either. Sam had grown up on the taste of Hooch and Moonshine which her father used to brew in his homemade still, while Della had been introduced to the delights of Kentucky bourbon and whisky by her late husband. Even then neither girl was prepared for the effects of the fiery Mexican liquor. As the shots went down the women found out that it packed a kick like a bucking bronco and they felt their head spin. "This is good stuff" exclaimed Sam. "Oh absolutely" concurred Della "What is it made of?" "I don't know, Let me ask the boy " Sam replied as she downed another shot. "Hey muchacho, come here. Pronto" Sam called out. "Si senora?" Pablo replied. "What is this made off" asked Sam in a slurred voice as she gestured towards the liquor. "Senora!, Que.?" asked Pablo not understanding what the gringo woman meant. "I mean what goes inside this drink" persisted Sam. "Senora, no comprende" Pablo shook his head "Un momento" as he dragged his mother to the table. "Senora, is there a problem" inquired Conchita Garcia "No, No problemo. We just want to know from what do you make this TEQUILA" replied Della, also quiet drunk by now. Realizing that these gringo women relished the drink the matriarch smiled and answered "Senora we use cactus pulp and ferment it for a long time, the result is very nice, No?" "You mean to say that this nectar of the gods comes from that goddamn prickly plant" Sam replied incredulously. "I'll be dammed" concurred Della. Not realizing that they were already quite drunk the women continued to gulp down the tequila shots, having no idea what they were about to do in their intoxicated state. To be continued in: Chapter 6 "Rose of Alabama". __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+