Chapter 3
Bitches in britches, carrying switches. The outlaw cowgirl Jessie James rode high in the saddle. The curved metal saddlehorn frictioned her clit as she rode.
Her haunches posted with the gallop of the quar-terhorse mare. Driving her labia against the saddlehorn with each trot.
The moistness of her bluejeans dunked into twat. Slimed up saddle, thick with cowgirl juice.
Sylvania and Ginger May rode beside her on pinto and appaloosa. Their tits bounced as they fucked themselves on their own saddlehorns.
"Whoa, Nellie!"
Jessica James reined in.
She dropped off the side of her horse.
Opened her blouse.
Wiped the sweat from her tits with her bandana. Watched her all-girl outlaw gang do the same. She would like it if instead of rustling up the cattle they could rustle up some male cowhands.
Try some target practice.
Pistol shooting.
Bullwhipping.
Hunker down by the old campfire.
Body bump in the bedrolls.
Suckering knobs of hardbitten dong.
Deer-like quim and horny antelope playing.
Where seldom would be heard a discouraging word. Rawhide-lipped twat going home on the range.
Have a real gangbang.
"Wish we had some cowpokes to give us some pokes," Jessica jawed.
"Here come some, hon," Ginger May jagged out. "Riding hard on our hineys."
"This cowgirl doesn't have the blues," Ginger May cackled like a banshee.
"Let's rustle them cowgirls," one of the men said.
"Give them a real ride in the sage."
The cowboys drew up. Jumped from their equestrian mounts.
Jumped on the fillies.
Mounted them.
The cowboy on Jessica spat a chaw of tobacco down her chest as he coughed a kiss down her neck. He stank like the plague as he pushed his stiff Levi's down to his boots.
His polecat prick shot out like a drawn pistol. He pointed it at Jessica's heart.
Aimed it at her face.
"Now you take that there clothing off, ma'am. Before this here shooting iron goes off. I mean, accidentally, of course."
He had his balls in his hand.
The hammer cocked.
Finger on the trigger.
Barrel of his dong centered on her bearmeat. Jessica rubbed her eyes.
The scene vanished as she took a drink from her coffee mug.
She glanced out the office window.
The cigarette ad on the side of the delivery truck moved. Now she could see The lasso twirling about the riding cowboy's head.
She felt the lariat against her flesh.
The lonesome cowboy drew the noose tight about Jessica's neck. He tied her up like a calf and got out his prick.
As long as and as hot as a branding iron.
"You're not going to do that," Jessica said. "I'm not an animal."
"You fillies always act like you is!"
He brought his hot rod to her fanny.
The meat bounced off and in up Jessica's quim from the underside.
Her boobs pressed against the braid of the rope. Tits rubbing against twine.
Nipples strung out.
Knots tightening about the nippletips. Rope weaving up and down between her slitlips.
As she fucked her hips back and forth the rope shaved her deeper.
The cowboy fucked himself silly and rolled off Jessica as soon as he had unleashed his come. He groveled for some bearfat and oiled up Sylvania and Ginger May.
Jessica watched him as he fucked them in succession.
Another figure of solid stench rustled onto Jessica's tied form.
This cowhand was clad in longjohns open at the fly and butt. She felt his paws at her pussy. Mouth covering hers.
Jessica gagged.
Tongue halfway down her throat.
Then the cowhand rolled her around with him in the dust. Gave her a poke.
He loaded his sixgun into her yip. Tickled her tastebuds with it.
"I can't stand this," Jessica wept. "You reek like a polecat."
His breathe stank as he spoke. "You fuck like like a pussy. Smell like fish. I never bathe, I'm not one of your nancy-boy slickers from the big city."
"I'm going to vomit."
"Try it-with my poker run down your throat, the puke will never get up your neck."
The prick puked out grimy jissom.
The sooty semen sloshed down her throat in ten-gallon shots.
He was stuck down her throat like a mutt stuck in a bitch.
Her hips twitched.
Her cunt itched.
She stabbed her clit as she gobbled sour-cream come down her gullet.
He had her speared like a pullet.
Skewered on his barbecue spit.
The prick seemed to spume endlessly. Filling up Jessica's stomach.
Backing the jissomic puke up and into her nostrils.
She barfed out.
The cock gagged her more.
Jessica bit the prick.
"Yeow!"
The dong flew from her face. Specks of blood beaded on the prickhead. Vomit of gory come blanched from her maw. Splashed from her chin to her chest. Dappled her breasts like warm oatmeal. "You moldering bitch!"
The cowboy took a peep at the bite marks rimming the base of his pecker. The gore at its crown.
"I know just how to treat cuntmeat like you. Jes' like a woman. Jes' like a dog." The cowboy reached for his whip. Uncoiled it at Jessica's struggling flesh. The tip swiped Jessica's bound tit. Nattering the lush meat. Beating it to mealy foam. Snapped the nipple.
The niptip grew tiny and pointed. Like a dart. Hard as lead bullets. Hot as gunfire.
The bullwhip sneezed out again. Crack!
The nipples were thickened and crinkled. Wrinkled up to take another hit.
"Them there nipples you got lady sure seem to like the whip. And this here whip sure does like them tits of your'n."
Jessica looked over at where Sylvania and Ginger May fucked and sucked the lucky cowdude. On his back, Ginger May went down on dong.
Her straight tongue shellacked his pronghorn. Slathered his balls.
Ginger May knelt on his belly.
Hoss and rider.
She saddled his hips with her hiney.
Rubbed her clit against his horn.
She rose and fell as the dude bucked like a bronco. Prick angled out from her twatlips. Dripping with pussyjuice.
Ginger May stammered as she stroked his hammer.
Wrenched her loins.
Guided the horn into her quim.
Her fanny rustled and shook.
Taking the cockmeat like a fish on a hook.
Sylvania the outlaw cowgirl curled her pusslips over his mouthlips. Ran her asscheeks over his mouthcheeks. Took tongue in twat and bung.
They watched intensely, deep in their fucksuck, as the whip was lain on Jessica.
The leather laced through Jessica's pussy. Wrapped round her thighs.
Waaaarp!
The lash wrenched her flesh. Tore skin from her cuntlips. Jessica eyed the moving whip. The motion of love.
Snaking toward her once more. Slap!
It cracked across her face. Jessica tasted the snippets of blood on her face. Liked it. Licked it. Lapped it.
He was readying the whip once more.
He coiled it gently.
Threw it with expertise.
Just enough to graze her flesh.
Raise a few purty welts.
He whipped out again.
Brought the leather across Jessica's bunghole. The snapping tip smarted up her rectum. Speared her asshole.
Another whip action.
Snap!
Caught her clit.
The buzzing went up Jessica's spine.
Blasted white hot inside her brain.
She wanted to be hit again.
Now her girlfriends were arguing over the punishment to be meted out to their own cow-rustler. The dude was lain out, pecker spent, between their hungering groins.
Ginger May and Sylvania slapped each other's nipplebuds. Pawed each other's clits.
"You bitch!"
"You pig. You hogged' that come for yourself!" The cowgirls punched each other's pussies. Kicked out at cunt.
They ripped and clawed each other's breasts. Bit and spat.
Crawling over each other's flesh.
Stroking each other.
Gripping twatfur.
Boiling in orgasm.
Catftght at the OK Corral.
Leather bullwhip bit again at Jessica's clitbud.
Smack!
Smarted across her trap.
This time Jessica bit back.
She caught the whip in her yip.
The cowboy raveled it about her bod.
The length of leather entwined her bound body.
Jessica was helpless.
At the mercy of a bandit who had none.
He drew it tight about her neck.
Gave her a peck with his beak on her neck.
Yanked his wanger.
Gave it a stretch.
He flew into her again.
Crashing his cock into her face.
Stringing it down her body.
Stabbing in again below her waist.
They tumbled in a ball like human tumbleweed.
Suddenly a masked stranger rose up from the sagebrush. Fired off a silvery bullet from his lone wanger.
The masked peeper would save her. But she wished he would whip her as well as the other one had.
Her body was good. Her mind was bad.
The leather had bitten into her hide. She had welled gallons of cuntjuice from deep in her insides.
"Hot in here, Jessica?" Jessica jerked her eyes up. Alexander spoke again.
"You looked warm, Jessica. Is the heat working okay in here?"
"Just dandy."
"Okay. So long as I know. Any time it gets uncomfortable for you-let me know."
"Sure. What's up?"
"I just wanted to tell you-to thank you for that Lady Godiva piece."
"Oh, sure. I appreciate that. But, really, just part of my job."
"Well, it was more than that. I read it Friday night. Stayed here way later than usual, even. I thought the piece should go out as soon as possible. I would have assigned it to Roger to write up-but he took off early. Seems he had some domestic difficulty he wanted to set straight."
"Oh? Too bad for him."
"That story you wrote-"
"It was just research notes from the files."
"Well-it was better than that."
"Thanks again."
"I shortened it and sent a blurb based on it out on Friday. Then yesterday, when I was working at home, I made a few editorial changes. If you can glom onto some pictures to go with it, I think it can be a feature story-human interest, but not for small-town tastes."
Jessica was speechless.
"The subscribers will want a byline when they print it, Jessica. I'd like to use yours."
"M-me? M-mine?"
"Or a pen name, if you prefer."
"Omigawd."
"You turned in a very good job, my girl."
He placed his arm across her shoulders.
"Shit," she said.
She shook her head.
Tried biting her lips to stem the smile.
"What do you say, Jessica? Your name?"
"How about Jessie James?"
"Okay?"
"Make sure it's jay-eee-double ess-eye-eee. Jessie, not Jesse."
"Fine."
"Anything else, Alexander?"
"Maybe. I abhor office gossip, but I was wondering. Do you know if Roger has been having any extramarital affairs? Don't name names."
"Naw. No one ever talks to me about those things anyway. They know I'm not too amused by gossip either. So they don't bother."
"I was just interested-more than curiosity. I don't give a shit who fucks whom, you understand. But if it's affecting the life of one of my crackerjack reporters-then it becomes my business."
"I understand."
"Catch you later, Jessica."
"Oh, Alexander? Thanks once again. For the article. I'm sure you really helped it along."
"You're the one who gets the thanks, kid. If you get any more bright ideas-don't hesitate. I know some might not meet our customers' needs, but I'd like to consider them at any rate."
"I won't stay mum."
Jessica would not be a wallflower.
She might even gain power.
She was the kind of girl who thought feminism as such sucked.
Women's lib was a hyped-up bore.
But pussy power was worth fighting for.
Power and glory.
Right in the snatch.
Ginger May sniffed the air as she walked into the bedroom at Sylvania's digs. This was where Jessica had slept when she had been Sylvania's roomie, and Ginger May was sure she could still smell her presence.
Essence of Jessica.
"Yeah," Sylvania snotted out. "I can still smell it too. I dearly loved Jessica as a roommate, but that girl was a pee-eye-gee pig!"
"Like, don't be rude, doll."
"I don't know how else to describe it, Ginger May. She was always taking showers. Long ones. And afterward the bathroom smelled like a fishmar-ket."
"Oh, gag me with a fishbone, filly. Like, you gross me out."
"And here," Sylvania pulled out a long stick with a fur tip.
"You, like, wanta know what it is," Ginger May smarmed through her lips. "Got any hints?"
Ginger May tittered through her teeth. "Baby doll," she said. "Are you coy or what? That is fur for the furbag."
"Huh?"
"To butter your buns. With your own fishoil. Still don't understand? When you frig yourself off. You use the fur to spread the juice around your puss and up your ass. Layer it on your tits."
"Omigawd."
"Don't be such a teenybopper." Ginger May shoved the sides of her miniskirt up. Rolled down her pantyhose.
She popped the fur plume at her clit. "Ginger May!"
"Hey, teenybop. You know it feels good. Cmon-, Sylvania. You try it."
"I think that's awful."
"Yeah, you say so-but I can see your nipples are hard through your blouse."
Ginger May stabbed the stick at Sylvania's tits. Sylvania slapped it away.
"Omigawd," Sylvania repeated.
"You're a bop, all right."
Ginger May seemed proud that she had gotten a rise out of the sultry and exotic-looking Sylvania. It meant that Ginger May was, if not more experienced, at least less inhibited.
Sylvania looked hurt.
Ginger May would cheer her up.
Loosen her up.
That was Ginger May's favorite role. And she would play it to the hilt. Not that she played fair. She could hit below the belt. "Come on over, doll," Ginger May said. "I didn't mean anything nasty."
They kissy-faced.
Just two girlfriends.
Not just a couple of dykes.
"I know, Ginger May. It's just that Jessica was my roommate. I guess it's a surprise to know what kind of stuff she was actually into."
"It wouldn't be such a surprise if you knew how good it was."
"Maybe so. But I don't think I would like to use Jessica's personal things like that."
"Why don't we return it to her?"
"You aren't serious, are you?"
"Not right away. But soon."
"Omigawd, Ginger May."
"Hey, I'm just fucking myself. I won't mind if you watch. I even like it better that way."
The sweat seeped from Sylvania's scalp.
"You got any locoweed here, Sylvania?"
Ginger May stroked the animal hair across her belly. Angled it into her clitbud.
Spread her legs wider.
Sylvania got out a glasine container and took out two rolled reefers.
The two girls should be wired for the fuck by the time they went out to the discoteque to dig up some dicktail. But at this moment-the thought gave Sylvania a fresh chill-she thought they might not make it out tonight.
Or rather, that the two girls might be making it inside tonight. With each other.
Thinking about it like that, Sylvania couldn't see what was supposed to be wrong with that.
Women sucking women.
Women fucking women.
She joined Ginger May's smile.
Saw her run her eyes up and down Sylvania's still-clothed body.
And if they were both naked.
Rubbing their bodies together.
What could be bad about that?
"How about if I get us a couple of drinks, Ginger May? What'll you have?"
"Male come, if you got it."
Sylvania saw Ginger May slide the furball into her quim.
Ginger May toppled to the stripped mattress where Jessica had formerly rolled and jacked-off in her sleep. Sylvania stared openly at Ginger May's bared ass and ranting quim.
"I'll get some white wine. I like the shape of the bottle."
"I think I know what you mean, doll. When you come back, maybe you could help me get out of these pantyhose. Seem to be stuck to me."