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Subject: {ASSM} West Is Wild Again: Part5
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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".
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