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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?"

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