Posted by Annevar Lord on July 28, 2007 at 20:30:18:
The Song of Soft Flesh and Bullets (part 1)
June 8, 1859
Arizona Territory
It was late morning, nearing lunchtime. The dusty windswept desert was already shimmering with mirages, and though the four young women were uncertain, there seemed to be a town hedging on the horizon. The oldest, a slim shapely red head pulled a map from her saddlebag and checked it.
“Should be Gordon’s Gulch,” she said wearily to the three others; her younger sisters.
Cassie and Jenny, the twins, nodded. To them it mattered little where they went, as long as they continued on their course east. It was Katie, the youngest, who spoke up. She was a busty brunette, a twenty-year-old beauty who had just recently discovered her own sexuality. “Thought we was goin’ home, Anna,” she said, a touch tartly. Home was St. Louis in the Missouri territory.
Anna looked back at her sister. The young woman smiled at her older sister with the slow heat of arousal. Anna chuckled. It hadn’t been but a few days since Tombstone and Katie’s first fuck. She’d lost her virginity to some old fool, and he’d lost his guns to her big swingin’ tits. The guns were slung around her shapely waist, the belts crossing just above the mound of her crotch. Her cotton pants had once belonged to a boy, and they molded to every delicious curve of Kate like a second skin. Her big tits were straining at the laces of the rawhide vest Kate was wearing; they’d all long since shed the long white shirts and heavy corsets. It was too damn hot in this desert, and Anna had always believed that breasts needed to breathe. Hell, that’s what’d she had said to the others way back when they left Dead Man’s Drink four months ago.
She glanced at Cassie and Jenny who were grinning at each other and shaking their heads. Trust it to mouthy little Kate to speak out. The twins were real fine lookers too, Anna thought. Not a bad looking dame in the bunch, she thought proudly. Kate was the only brunette, with rich brown eyes, and soft, full lips that looked great kissing and even better when wrapped around a rod of manhood. Cassie and Jenny had red hair like hers, but instead of her expressive green eyes, theirs were the same baby blue. They had Kate’s full lips and none of them had been shorted when God gave out breasts. Both of them were being daring today, riding with their vests wide open and thrown back, their glorious tits on display. Anna had always thought tits made good targets; the taut nipple in its soft pink areola was just like a bullseye in one of them fancy shootin’ galleries. But the twins were packin’ heat of their own and they were fine gunners; they’d taught her and Kate. Cassie was actually wearin’ a short skirt, and Anna would be damned if there was aught underneath it save the warm softness of her sex. Jenny was bein’ a bit more modest with a pair of the tight man’s buckskins than Anna had given her.
Anna herself wore her vest closed with a single silver button, her own beautiful globes pushin’ hard at it. Well, they ought to as she’d had the thing made two sizes too small. Woman’s wiles were easy to use out here, men weren’t really decent and a gal willin’ to sacrifice her decency could do well and go far. And they’d learned after their parents were murdered that life was too short to fuss; might as well have as much fun as you could.
“This place is another ghost town,” Katie groaned as they rode into the center of the dusty, abandoned hamlet.
“Looks like,” agreed Anna, sighing. Katie wasn’t all wrong; it’d be good to get drunk and laid (and not necessarily in that order.) “Might as well see if we can find some water.”
As it turned out, there was a working pump and trough in the yard behind Dr. Kilmer’s saloon. They watered their horses before turning the animals loose in the corral.
“I don’t know about you girls,” Anna told them, unlacing the tight buckskins and slipping them off over her well-rounded bottom. “But I am all for a bath.”
Cassie and Jenny grinned and tossed their vests aside. Cassie began rummaging in a saddlebag for soap while Jenny peeled off her cotton pants. Anna was just unbuttoning her vest and shrugging out of it when Katie came up to her and proudly presented her own vest clad tits.
“Help,” she said with her usual mischievous grin.
“Aw, c’mon, girl,” Anna said curtly, though her eyes twinkled. “You just want yer tits fondled.”
“Mmm,” said Katie as Anna began unlacing her vest. “You take such good care of me Anna.”
“You bet I do,” Anna told her, freeing her full, firm jugs and giving each of her pert young nipples a tweak. “Wash up, girl, then take your wet and creamy over to the saloon and see if there’s any booze left to be had.”
“Sure thing, Anna,” Katie replied amiably. She did as she was told; quickly washing the dust of travel from her tits and belly before climbing into the trough so that Cassie could rinse her long dark hair.
“Water’s nice,” Katie remarked as she watched Anna also start to wash.
“Is it?” asked Anna. She reached into the trough and began splashing herself with the relieving wetness. Katie finished her washing and started a playful tussle with Anna which resulted in the younger girl plunging two fingers deeply into her older sister’s most intimate warmth.
“You little twat!” Anna gasped as Katie danced out of reach, laughing. The young woman took up her gun and swayed alluringly off to search the saloon.
“She needs to be laid in the worst way,” Jenny remarked sagely. The other three laughed and bathed, gratefully washing away the dirt and sand of several days.
Cassie, still wearing her skirt, was just wringing out her thick red mane when a male voice surprised them.
“Wull, isn’t that the prettiest set of asses you ever saw?”
“Too bad they be law breakers,” said another, cooler voice.
Cassie let the thick rope of hair fall between her breasts as she turned around.
Anna had turned too and was displaying her glorious assets to the three men who were standing at the opposite edge of the corral. Each was wearing a different color poncho; the man on the left in blue, the center man in green, and the man on the right in red.
“Real nice racks,” the third man, Mr. Red Poncho, said, reaching up to scratch his nose. “And they’s leggy, tall girls too. Bet that’s some deep snatch between those fine pairs of thighs.”
“Care to find out?” Anna invited. Her eyes flicked to Jenny, who was standing just to the right and slightly in front of her. The younger woman was standing easy, her weight on her left leg, her left hand hanging near her thigh as her right rested against the small of her back, the barrel of one of her guns framed between the perfectly shaped cheeks of her ass. “It’s deep pussy all right,” Anna teased, looking back to the men. She lightly traced her own slit with the index finger of her right hand. Her nipples went hard and the hot weight of arousal fell into her belly as she watched them watching her. “Deep and creamy and,” she brought her finger slowly to her lips and licked it. “Willing.”
“Sure is, boys,” Jenny put in, lightly caressing her own bush with her fingertips.
“So you are thieves and whores,” Said Green Poncho, though his eyes were drinking up Anna’s stunning display.
“Nah, just a coupla girls who’ve been out on the sands too long,” Jenny said easily. “We’re just lookin’ to get cleaned up and get some drink and some meat in our bellies—if you know what I mean.”
“A full belly sure would bring some relief,” Anna teased, stroking her hand over the lush mound of her sex. She was starting to get into the act; after all the combination of innuendo and display had been all they had needed in the past to get whatever they wanted.
“Oh, we’ll fill your bellies,” Green Poncho said, with a lazy grin. “But there’s a little problem, girls. You been stealing water. That’s a high crime in these parts.”
“We didn’t mean nothin’ by it,” Cassie said sweetly. “We’ll do whatever to make it up to y’all.”
“Oh, I can tell yer willin enough to please,” Green Poncho said. “But stealing water’s a capital crime out here. That means you three is gonna have be executed.”
Anna felt a stab of fear pierce her arousal, but she smiled anyway and spread her legs a bit wider.
“Come on, boys; why give up this hot pussy over some silly water rules in a ghost town.”
Green Poncho grinned. “Pussy can be just as good cool.”
There was a flash and a roar and Anna staggered as something hot and heavy punched her in the middle. Dimly she heard Cassie’s shriek, but it was only a distant note as she stared down at the ragged red hole in the creamy expanse of her belly. Her own blood was drooling toward her loins out of her ruined navel, but somehow she managed to remain on her feet.
“No, please not them,” she begged, but it was too late. She looked back up just in time to see her twin sisters get their bellies filled.
There was a flash of blued steel as Red whipped an over and under shotgun up from beneath the poncho he wore. Jenny was not fast enough; her gun flew uselessly away as both barrels spat their hot seed into her waiting flesh. The top barrel had been loaded with buckshot; Jenny’s lower ribs beneath her breasts vanished in a mass of torn red flesh. The lower barrel had been a slug; it went in just finger width above the girl’s navel and Anna felt the hot spray as it burst from Jenny’s back.
Cassie’s own willing young body was raped by searing lead even as her twin collapsed earthward. Blue’s revolver, a heavy Colt, came out from under his wrap firing. He drilled three slugs into Cassie’s soft, supple belly; buttonholing her right along the top edge of the waistband of her short skirt. A deep, agonized groan ripped from Cassie’s throat, becoming a hoarse, shrill little shriek of outraged misery as he pumped a fourth slug into her lower belly a half-hand below the middle button hole. The girl staggered, but all Anna could do was make a cry of horror as Cassie’s left hand rose to clutch futilely at the ruin of her beautiful body. The young woman staggered two more steps, turning and gripping at the edge of the water trough with her free hand as blood dripped from between her legs to spatter the dusty earth. Anna groaned as she saw the horrible, ragged holes in her sister’s back; Cassie would be dead in moments. Mercilessly, Blue helped her along, firing his last two rounds into her back. Cassie’s head flung back as blood fountained from her mouth; her big, perfect breasts erupted like volcanoes, spraying more blood and soft tissue in a misty cloud as the heavy lead pellets tore clean through her.
“No,” Anna whispered as Cassie fell forward, slowly and almost gracefully, her ruined tits swaying until she was facedown in the water trough, her legs bent over the side with her perky bottom and slick, glistening snatch presented in an almost willing submissiveness. At Anna’s feet, Jenny’s hips bucked twice with her own death throes, and then she too was still, legs open invitingly, her tits and ass wobbling slightly as the tremors faded.
“Well, Girly,” Green poncho said coolly, “My Compadres are finished with their business, and that’s a mighty mean hole in yer belly. Yer dyin’ so might as well tell me where ya want the rest of the slugs.”
“Go to hell,” Anna gasped.
Green grinned leeringly at her. “How ‘bout some nice buttons to go with the pants you ain’t wearin’?”
Anna staggered back as Green aimed at the soft swell of her sex. His gun roared twice and she was driven to her knees by the agony of the molten seed as it was spat into her succulent womb. Her hand dropped toward her mound and her fingers found the two neat holes, one right above the other, in a perfect line with her slit. Her soft, swollen folds were covered with her own hot blood. She cupped her luscious sex weakly as her abdominal muscles clenched and spasmed. Green watched her, still leering heatedly as if trying to devour her with his eyes. Anna had not realized that she had staggered nearly a hand of paces backward before collapsing, but she noticed it as her tired green eyes took in the scene before her.
Blue had discarded his poncho, it lay in the dirt behind him. Anna watched with distant fascination as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his britches. A cock with length and thickness enough to send a thrill through some faraway part of her sprang free, and he laughed meanly as he flipped Cassie’s skirt up to hide the exit wounds in her lower back.
“Prime filly, eh boys,” he said, bringing his hand down hard on the firm, perfect ass before him. The slap sounded overly loud in the deafening silence which had fallen after the gunfire ended. With his boots he teased her ankles apart slightly, and of course Cassie made no protest at all as he sank balls-deep into her silky inviting snatch.
“Prime,” agreed Red. Anna’s head swam as she tried to focus on him. He too had revealed a beautiful thick penis. He was between Jenny’s long parted thighs; her tits were rolling, but she was staring blankly at Anna a thin red line trailing from her mouth along her jaw. And then Red picked up her sweet bare legs and rested them on his shoulders and Anna could clearly see the glistening length of him moving slowly in and out of her sister’s cooling sex. But he got rougher; Jenny’s big tits bounded wildly up and down on her motionless chest, her ass wobbled with each impact. The was a steady slap-slapping sound of water in the trough and she got one last look at Cassie’s beautiful backside rippling under the brutal ministrations of her murderer turned paramour. She imagined she could hear the slightly softer sound of his balls slapping her mound.
Something warm and hard traced along her cheek and the sun and the view of her dead sisters vanished.
“Like what you saw, did you?” asked that voice. She didn’t know; it was too hard to think. There were fingers in her pussy; she thought they might be hers.
“Suck it,” the voice said. Something warm and hard and sinfully familiar was stuffed into her mouth. She suckled at it weakly, it kept moving in and out. Then it was being driven into her throat and she gagged, tasting salt and something baser and more primal. He hadn’t cum yet, there wasn’t enough there to have been that.
“Bitch is tough,” said that voice and then there was another explosion and her belly muscles clenched as a fourth searing slug penetrated her. His dick popped from her mouth, her fingers slid from her pussy and she was on her back staring up at the sky. Her feet were under the small of her back, her pussy and belly spasmed uncontrollably. Her legs, or what she could feel of them, were spread as wide as they would go. She was easy now. They could all have her. She didn’t mind anything anymore; she had floated away somewhere.
“Won’t someone fill my pussy?” she whispered dreamily. “I feel all—,”
But her tits exploded in turn, the right one first. The nipples were replaced with neat round holes spurting and drooling crimson through her cleavage and across her shoulders and into her hair. Her big breasts rolled perfectly and her hips gave one last, macabre thrust, settling her with her legs spread just a bit wider yet.
Green wasted no time. It was an odd position, with her feet folded under her like that, but she had a magnificent twat; tight but slick and inviting. He played with her swollen clit and the short, tight red curls that decorated it.
“You were right, honey,” her told her as his throbbing member repainted her womb. “Tits make great targets.”
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