~Cowgirl Blues~
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The Cowgirl Gets a Shave and Takes a Public Bath (part 1)
The cowgirl entered the town by the South Gate, pausing briefly to examine the sign that read: Welcome to Deadsprings. She smiled and headed straight for the public well, obviously thirsty for some water.
Rose noticed that there was an unusually high proportion of men here, and in fact hadn't seen any females yet. All the men stopped and stared at her.
The locals began to whisper amongst themselves. They realized that she had just come in from the south - specifically through the South Zone desert regions - one of the hottest and deadliest areas on the continent. -
That she walked into Deadsprings carrying her saddle bags spoke volumes; her Stud beast probably perished in the South Zone, yet she still managed to survive.
"She's one tough b*itch!" one man muttered to his neighbour. The truth of the matter was, cowgirls didn't survive very long in the business unless they were very good - they had to ride well, shoot well, and fight well.
That this particular cowgirl came strolling in through the South Gate meant that she was tough as nails. That she was hotter than hell didn't escape the notice of the townfolk, either. -
Rose wore a dark cowboy hat, black cowboy boots, and a large, sandy-coloured poncho to protect her from the searing sun.
Underneath the poncho she had on a typical thin, white cowgirl shirt - long-sleaved but short so that her mid-riff was bare, and tied together underneath her breasts.
The shirt was too tight - a couple of sizes too small for her, which was the fashion at the time - and showed off her ample cleavage. In fact, it looked as if her tits would spill out any second!
Next, she had on a pair of black thong panties that was so tiny, the straps so thin - that it left nothing to the imagination. (To explain matters, cowgirls never wore pants or jeans. -
They either wore thongs or short skirts with no underwear, so that they wouldn't be hindered when riding their Stud beasts.) Lastly, the cowgirl had a thick leather holster strapped to her hips, with two shining Colt 45's hanging at her sides.
The cowgirl sauntered into the town square, knowing that the public well would be at the centre of this settlement. To her pleasant surprise, she found a bucket of water waiting for her.
She took a look at the crowd gathering around her - all men, but most of them either past their prime or thin and sickly. Looks like a ghost town to me, she thought, but I guess they want a show! Grinning, she pulled off her poncho. -
The twenty-year old was lithe and supple, muscled but not overly so - and curved in all the right places. At 5' 7", she couldn't be called tall nor short.
Long blonde hair that went past her shoulders framed a beautiful, sexy face. Rose had large, clear blue eyes, a small but shapely nose, and pouty red lips that shouted, "C*ocks*ucker!" to all the horny men eyeing her.
Large breasts that seemed to defy gravity were accented by a thin waist - which were in turn accented by a perfect, tight ass.
Rounding out the package were a pair of long, shapely legs. On top of all this, the men noticed that the cowgirl had extremely attractive skin - she wasn't too white or too tan (which was usual for most cowboys and cowgirls), but just somewhere in-between. -
Her complexion could only be described as creamy and smooth, without a blemish in sight. Rose knelt down, cupped some water with her hands, and drank several long gulps.
Already feeling refreshed, she refilled her water bottle and observed her surroundings. Faded wooden buildings, a bunch of horny, middle-aged men, and not much commerce from the look of it.
Just another old mining town going to dust... She suddenly remembered from some long-ago info she once heard about Deadsprings - once a promising silver mine town - now with nothing left to quarry. -
Anyone with enough brains or courage deserted this place long ago, with only the vagabonds and losers left, with no place else to go. Deadsprings - the middle of nowhere - the closest settlement was 60 miles away.
She decided that her next step would be to find the locations of the town's barbershop, saloon, and inn. She needed a shave, drink and food, and a place to stay for the night.
Then she would have to look into whether or not there was a Stud beast for sale here, and perhaps a rifle. Yes, I'll definitely need a replacement rifle if I'm ever gonna catch the Faze Gang, Rose pondered to herself, regretting the moment she tossed her rifle away in the heat of the desert, unable to carry it in her exhaustion. -
Well, she thought, at least I'm alive. Looking around, Rose spotted the horniest-looking old man she could find, and - gathering up her poncho and saddlebags - walked up to him.
"Hey there, mister!" she said to him, making sure to give him a stunning smile. "Could you tell me where the barbershop and saloon are?"
The old man could barely contain himself, and he clearly was a breast man. He couldn't take his eyes off her chest - the way her shirt barely contained her magnificent tits, and the way her hard nipples poked through the sheer fabric.
"Well .... well ..." he stammered, obviously at lost for words. -
Grinning, Rose seductively shook her two melons, so that they jiggled underneath her shirt. A hint of nipple popped up from the material.
The old man gurgled, "The barbershop is at the corner of that street," pointing at his directions, "and the saloon is further down on the same street!"
"Thanks, mister!" Rose said, blew him a kiss, and headed to get a shave.
Now, cowgirls are known and lusted after in all the desert towns for a variety of reasons, the first and foremost being for their sexual abilities and prowess (and their nonchalant attitude towards giving sexual favours in return for goods and services). -
A cowgirl must have great sexual stamina if she ever hopes to survive as a bounty hunter. For this fact alone, most men always dream of bedding one.
And the reason for this need for sexual stamina is that in order to be a cowgirl, she must ride a Stud beast. Just like a cowboy and his horse are one, the cowgirl and her Stud beast are also inextricably linked. In truth, a cowgirl cannot survive without one.
A Stud beast is similar in shape to a horse, only larger and taller, with a lizard-like head and beady little eyes. Its legs are long, but incredibly muscled and strong.
Stud beasts are faster, stronger, and have more endurance than any horse. -
They can survive weeks in the desert with very little water and food. Their hides are a thick leather covered with short fur, capable of withstanding a magnum blast at point blank range.
In short, the perfect mount to any person riding in the desert or in combat.
Yet only a woman can ride one, since a Stud beast is characterized by a single horn sticking out at centre of its spine, the place where one would usually put a saddle.
However, whereas a Stud beast is able to accept a bridle and light saddlebags, it will never ever accept any sort of saddle device. -
Any attempts to do so have driven all Stud beasts mad with rage, bucking and charging at anyone it sees. This, and the fact that the phallic horn would be uncomfortably in the way, meant that no one could ride a Stud beast.
Until the first cowgirl bucked the notions of propriety, and mounted a Stud beast, galloping around with a nine-inch horn up her pussy.
Not every woman can ride such animals, as their horns range from five to eight inches long, and are sometimes as thick as a child's fist.
Even a woman who could stick such a big, long object up her vagina would find herself hard pressed to go out for a strenuous, twelve-hour ride at a stiff gallop. -
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i am a nobody. -
2b continued......
i tired pasting
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Originally posted by Cristalle:
ok...rest a while first...
[b]2b continued......
i tired pasting
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/mi give Cristalle a massage...
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Baby sgboy2004 -
hhmmm..... i'm supposed to finish up my story...... ok here i go again continuing from whr i stopped.....
anyway the story's about a strange sexual world within an alternate-Western setting. its purely fiction. -
Any attempts to do so have driven all Stud beasts mad with rage, bucking and charging at anyone it sees. This, and the fact that the phallic horn would be uncomfortably in the way, meant that no one could ride a Stud beast.
Until the first cowgirl bucked the notions of propriety, and mounted a Stud beast, galloping around with a nine-inch horn up her pussy. Not every woman can ride such animals, as their horns range from five to eight inches long, and are sometimes as thick as a child's fist.
Even a woman who could stick such a big, long object up her vagina would find herself hard pressed to go out for a strenuous, twelve-hour ride at a stiff gallop. -
A cowgirl must be able endure such hardships, and - because they must be prepared to ride at a moment's notice - they wear very little clothes in order to mount their beasts quickly, which in turn means they have very many admirers.
An exhausted cowgirl coming in from the desert after a long days ride, panting and orgasmic from her exertions, her seat matted with sweat and cun*t juices, her thighs still streaming with those juices, will stop traffic in any town.
It wasn't an uncommon experience for a cowgirl to come to town and get pulled off her beast to be gangbanged. -
Finally, a cowgirls mysterious aura comes from the fact that her legs and nether regions must always be shaved bare. The reason stems from the fact that her Stud beast's hide houses tiny mites attracted to hair.
These mites will transfer themselves and migrate to the cowgirl's pubic hair and leg hair. In order to prevent this from happening, a cowgirl must constantly keep herself hair free.
From experience, no hair from the armpits down were the norm, with special care in regards to her vaginal and rectal regions. If there are other cowgirls around, they will shave each other.
If not, they go to a barber, and if a barber isn't to be found, a cowgirl will ask someone to do it for them. It was too easy to miss a spot shaving yourself, went the cowgirl's motto. In most towns barbers shaved cowgirls for free, and everyone envied him for it. -
Rose found the barbershop at the corner, and read the words on the large window looking into the shop: Barney's Barbershop. Opening the door, she walked inside and squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light.
The place was empy, a square room with two barber chairs, some waiting chairs, and a sink. She place her things on the chair next to the door, and saw a small, heavyset man with dark hair step in from the backroom. He wasn't very tall, being pretty much eye level with Rose's breasts.
"You Barney?" asked Rose.
"Uhhh ... yeah!" Barney said, oggling her.
"Good," she said seductively, "I need a shave." -
With that, Rose started to undress. Her hat came off first, then her shirt - her tits wobbling beautifully, nipples erect and hard.
She bent over and peeled off her thong panties, and dropped them with the rest of her stuff on the floor. She now only had on her cowboy boots and gun belt.
Barney didn't move the whole time, his erection betraying his lust.
Rose pouted, brought a hand down to her slit and started playing with it,
"You do shave pussies, don't you?"
Barney mumbled, "Y-yes!" -
Then Rose turned around and bent over, ass in the air with her legs spread slightly apart. Her hands massaged her luscious bottom, causing her anus to slowly open and close.
Her head close to the ground, her face looking up at Barney between her legs, she begged, "Would you shave my asshole?"
"Gawd, yes!"
"For free?"
"Hell, yes!!"
With that, Barney got to work. He was nervous at first, but soon got a hold of himself and was able to do the job. -
Starting with her armpits, Rose leaned back on the barber chair with her hands behind her head, and closed her eyes.
Barney had a deft touch, which she liked - applying the shaving cream and gently shaving Rose with his razor. "Take your time," she said, " I'm not in a rush." With that she began to cat nap.
Barney took every chance he got to fondle Rose's tits and feel her smooth, young skin. After finishing her left armpit, he started on her right one, and began thinking that she really had gone to sleep.
He got bolder, and started to play with her nipples. Finishing up her armpit, Rose suddenly opened her eyes. "Finished?" she asked. -
He coughed and reached for more shaving cream. "Let's start on the legs, okay?"
She slipped off her boots and glanced at Barney, for there were several different positions to shave the legs. He grabbed her left ankle and placed it on top of his right shoulder, loving his view of her spread pussy.
Rose sighed as he gave her left leg a close shave - she hadn't felt this good in weeks. Done with her leg, he began rubbing his hands up and down it, feeling for stubble.
Fondling her inner thigh, he marveled at the combination of creamy skin, taut muscles, and soft flesh - clearly Barney was loving his job at this moment. Rose glanced towards the open window, and saw that a large group of men had gathered outside it, looking in. -
Some of the men had their cocks out, masturbating at the sight of her.
The barber quickly finished with her other leg, wanting to get onto the real meat of the job - the pussy and ass. Barney spread Rose's legs wide, and hooked her legs around the arms of the chair, totally exposing her pink slit.
Rubbing his fingers over her vagina, he applied shaving cream to the area, and began to slowly shave. This was the part that Rose loved the most - the frothy feel of the cream, the cold touch of the razor blade, and then the cool air caressing her sensitive just-shaved skin.