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Wednesday, April 30, 2003

Wednesday Westerns

Hello and welcome to the 3rd week of "Wednesday Westerns." If you've been an avid follower of Sex Blogger, you already know that each Wednesday I'm presenting a new Erotic Western Story. You know, the stuff that made American great - Sex and the Old West!

If you're not interested in Sex, the Old West or Adult Erotica, click here to skip the story and check out the rest of this week's blogger posts. But, if you are interested, then please, by all means, read on pardner...

Today's story is an Erotic Western, taken from the "Sex Tales of the Old West" and is entitled -

-- One --

    A desert breeze blew in through the open doors of the hacienda. The water ola swung gently beneath the cool, shaded porch. Sparrows, nesting in the nearby adobe barn, swooped into the courtyard, searching for flies and yellow jackets. A cricket squeaked from a hidden corner of the courtyards. Katydids set up their minute howl from the dry, dust-covered brush. A hawk flew overhead and all noise stopped. As the hawk receded into the distance the chatter of birds and insects continued.
    The hacienda was constructed of adobe, as was the courtyard around it. It had a low adobe wall to keep out vermin, topped by and old weathered wooden fence to keep out larger animals. Horses neighed from the coolness of a lean-too, designed to give them partial protection from heat and storms. A mare stomped and it's foul nodded it's head and ran up to the mare, as if understanding her secret language.
    A chicken began cackling, proud of it's latest accomplishment. A wet brown egg lay in the nest behind it. The heat, blowing down off the rocky mountain behind the ranch, stirred up a dust devil 100 feet tall. The tall, slender funnel of yellow sand crept across landscape, battering the creosote bushes, sage, and cactus. Eventually it began to slow, lose it's shape and falter. Sand fell like sleet in a winter storm. The falling sand struck the open eyes of a man in a brown vest, blue striped shirt, and levis. The eyes, staring up into the heavens, did not blink. The paper tag from his tobacco pouch blew on the white string, like a tiny kite in the wind. The sun gleamed off his brass belt buckle. His gun belt was buckled on just beneath it. The holster was empty. In his hand was the missing gun, still clutched in his frozen grip. Looking at the front of the pistol, one could tell that three cartridges were empty.
    The yellow sand was disturbed around the body, as if several men had sat atop their horses, looking down at the body. The tracks led off to the north. A coyote crept close to the body, sniffed the smell of blood, mixed with the man smell, and crept away whining. Although it was hungry, it could not take a chance that the man wasn't dead. It's wasn't worth the price of a meal.
    The sun slowly drifted across the sky. It was late afternoon when the sound of hooves, wheels on gravel, and trace chains, broke the stillness of the desert.
    Two women rode in the wagon, obviously mother and daughter. The mother put her hand on her daughter's new hat and smiled. She shook the reins, eager to be home. If her husband was in a good mood, he may have started the steaks cooking. She had started the beans on the stove before she left. If her husband had remembered to feed the fire, they would eat soon.
    She raised her head and looked at the chimney. Her daughter saw the look of disappointment cross her face.
    "What's the matter, mama?"
    "Your father forgot to put wood in the fire again. The stove will be cold."
    "Papa has lot's to do, with the new colt and all. I told him I wanted venison, he's probably out hunting," Dede said joyously. She turned and her face twisted into a mask of horror as she saw the body.
    "DADDY!" she screamed, leaping from the wagon.

-- Two --

    Dede Becket drew her gun with blinding speed. The gun leaped into her hand without thought. A roar reverberated off the rocky mountains. A cloud of smoke obscured Dede's face for a moment. When it cleared, her face remained frozen, her eyes as unblinking as her dead father's six months before.
    Her cold eyes did not focus on the battered can rolling across the ground, they stared into the future at the four men who had killed her father. She dropped the gun into the holster and drew again the moment the sound of the seating gun reached her ears. She dropped the gun back into the holster, spun and fired, without being aware that she had drawn. The second can leaped off the adobe fence and spun into the desert beyond. She slowly began to reload deftly, with her powder horn and a bag of bullets.
    "Don't go," Martha Becket said to her daughter. "You are all I have left."
    "Daddy didn't have a son, if he had, he would have done this job. Now it falls to me."
    "You're not... you can't..." Martha said helplessly, her eyes full of desperation. Dede silently nodded. She had waited long enough.
    Dede had known that she didn't have a chance with the gun when she found her father's body. They would have simply raped and murdered her as well, if she'd ridden out. As days turned into weeks, then months, Dede grew better with her pistol. At first blisters had formed, at her constant handling of the gun. Now her fingers were calloused. Dede packed her saddle bags, hugged her mother and stepped into the corral.
    The colt was now 8 months old, old enough to be weaned from it's mother. Dede tied the colt to the fence with a piece of twine. She threw the saddle on the bay mare and rode out, jumping the fence rather than opening the gate.
    Martha stood watching her daughter retreating down the road. She sank into the porch swing and began rocking. By midnight she was still there, looking off into the darkness. She went in to bed sometime around 2 in the morning, still listening for the sound of returning hooves.

-- Three --

    El Lobo lay about 50 miles south of Juarez on the trail leading deep into Mexico. It was little more that a handful of buildings and a cantina of the same name. 
    A bay mare stood hitched to the railing. Behind it were several piles of manure, signifying that the horse had been standing for quite some time. It flashed it's tail at a cloud of flies in annoyance, then perked up it's ears at the sound of a muffled scream.
    A cat o'nine tails slashed red streaks across Dede's lower back and the upper cheeks of her shapely ass. Her naked body jerked and she screamed, pulling against the straps securing her to the low pine beam overhead. She swung on the thick leather straps, sobbing helplessly.
    "Do it again," a cute Mexican girl called to the skinny old man with the whip. "She's almost my color. See," she said, placing her cheek against the soft red-streaked cheeks of Dede's ass. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against Dede's ass erotically.
    "Kiss it, Ramona," a fat man with a bottle of tequila called. He held up his bottle in salute, then took a long swallow of the burning liquid. He gasped, then looked back with tear-filled eyes. He swore an oath as Ramona gave Dede's ass a long, loving kiss. Dede shuddered and tried to pull away.
    "Ride her senora," a man called from the back corner of the bar.
    "Not without payment," she said, laughing at the faces around the bar. "I do nothing for free."
    "We could take up a collection," one man called.
    "Get out of the way, woman," the skinny man with the whip called. He pulled back the whip and slashed it across Dede's back. She screamed. The end of the braided whip touched her large, pink nipple, starting a horrible fire in her chest. Her ass throbbed with a deep, horrible fire of it's own. She sobbed, looking hatred at the men in the bar. The whore approached and she hissed an oath at her. The behavior of the men, she could almost understand. But a fellow woman? How dare she.
    "Get away from me you stinking whore," Dede screamed. One of the men translated and Ramona laughed. Ramona approached Dede's face. She looked at it, smiled, then suddenly dipped and captured Dede's battered breast into her mouth. She sucked for a moment, then pulled away so only the nipple was in her mouth. She nursed gently, easing some of the pain from the whip. 
    "How does that feel?" Ramona asked with a smile. The man translated.
    "Like I have been sucked by a whore," Dede growled. Again the man translated. Ramona stepped back and slapped Dede across the face.
    "What she needs is a good fuck," Ramona said, looking at the men in the bar. "Who's first?"
    "Let El Azole go first," the man with the whip laughed, holding up the braided end of the leather whip.
    "Yes, let Azole go first. Use the whip," the fat man yelled.
    "Muchachos," the bartender said in concern. "I do not want to get shot, or my cantina burned for a puta," he spat the words. "One of you get rid of her horse, and take her out back," he growled. One man rushed outside. The man with the whip, and Ramona, untied Dede and dragged her to the little adobe shack behind the cantina. It was Ramona's room, used only for business. In minutes they had her tied hand and foot to the old, dirty bed.
    "I will go first," Ramona said with relish.
    "I knew you were strange," the man with the whip cackled.
    "She is special, she is an Americano. I bet she tastes like honey," Ramona said, pulling off her own dress. She stood naked beside Dede. Dede was both revolted and fascinated. She had never considered such a perverted arrangement. Two women were not meant to go together. What could Ramona do without a cock?
    Ramona fell atop Dede and began nursing on her left breast. Dede closed her eyes and tried to make believe it wasn't happening. But Ramona's mouth felt so soft and warm. It was impossible to ignore it. 
    Ramona moved to the right breast, moaning as she captured the childish breast in her hot mouth. She sucked gently, while her tongue strummed the nipple. Dede arched up off the bed and gasped.
    "She's ready," the man with the whip whispered. Dede's eyes flew open. She had forgotten where she was. The man with the whip, the fat man, and the other, all stood in the doorway with the blanket pulled back. They were watching with excited, greedy looks on their faces.
    "Get on with it," the fat man mumbled. He took another drink of tequila. The splash of liquid made Dede thirsty.
    Dede suddenly grew alert as Ramona kissed her way down her stomach. Her eyes widened. She looked down in surprise, and puzzlement. What was Ramona doing? Abruptly, Dede knew. She stared in disbelief as Ramona gently munched on her brown, curly pubic hair, then slid between Dede's legs with a thump. She eyed Dede's pussy for a moment. Dede's breath was coming in harsh gasps. She didn't believe what she was seeing. She had never imagined seeing a woman staring at her sex so closely. The main thought in her head was, what did the woman think of it?
    "Cute," Ramona said, as if reading her thoughts. "Tell her it's beautiful, Miguel."
    "The senora compliments you," the man who had taken care of the horse said. "She say's you are beautiful."
    "I understood," Dede nodded. Her frightened eyes went to Ramona's face, as if she were afraid to look. Afraid that she would frighten the woman away? Perhaps.
    "Kiss it, woman," the man with the whip gasped.
    "Shut up or go away," she said, then leaned down and kissed Dede's pussy gently. Dede nearly screamed with pent-up emotion. She lifted her head and looked down. Ramona was calmly mouthing her pussy, while looking deep into her eyes. For a moment Dede had a comical view of Ramona's face, with her lip lined with pubic hair, as if she'd grown a mustache. But there was nothing funny about the instant fire in her loins. Her pussy and ass were burning.
    Ramona slid her tongue between the moist folds and licked it quickly, while she worked her way from the bottom to the top. She found the small clit, hidden between the puffy folds of flesh. She sucked it into her mouth and tongued it gently. Dede cried, heaving her body up off the bed. She fell back to the bed, upsetting a cloud of dust from the dirty blanket. Ramona held the lips of Dede's pussy open and licked it lovingly. She concentrated on every little inch of flesh, including the tiny delicate mound and pussy lips. Ramona had never seen a more beautiful pussy in her life.
    Dede's fluids were plentiful. The juices filled the warm envelope of flesh, creating a flood of flavor and aroma. Ramona sucked the juices into her mouth noisily, as if sucking on an orange. Dede whimpered, watching the sweet mouth sup on her womanhood.
    Ramona gently placed the tip of her index finger at the entrance to Dede's pussy. Dede tensed, knowing it would hurt, but prepared for it. Ramona pushed, turning her finger as she slid it inside of Dede's quivering flesh. Her eyes widened in horrified surprise.
    "Mi dios," Ramona gasped. "She is a virgin," she said in surprise. Miguel and the fat man both crossed themselves. They began to back away.
    "So what!" the man with the whip yelled. "We are all virgins until we lose it. Finish her."
    "Not me," Ramona said, lifting off the bed and crawling off.
    "What?" Dede asked in helpless surprise.
    "Let me have her," the man with the whip said, pushing past Ramona.
    "It is bad luck to rape a virgin," Miguel gasped. "God will hate you."
    "Look how I live. He already hates me. Now it is time to take something from him," the man said, untying his pants. He dropped them and crawled up on the bed. He roughly mashed one small breast in his right hand, while sucking the left one with his mouth. Slowly he pressed his cock against her virginal pussy and shoved. It took nearly a minute for the hymen to tear, allowing him inside. Dede howled in pain. Miguel turned and sprinted away, muttering a prayer. Ramona and the fat man watched from the open doorway.
    Dede's pain began to pass. As the man pumped away in her pussy, she thrust her pelvis up to meet him. Shuddering in restrained passion, she whimpered and moaned under his brutal attack. The pain of her maidenhead began to blend in with the burning passion of her inflamed pussy. Blood mixed with lubricant to create a pink foam between her legs. Her tiny, girlish pussy stretched dramatically to take his short thick cock. She shivered as it pumped in and out of her. She kept her eyes tightly closed, to avoid seeing the dirty man on top of her. She visualized Ramona, as she mouthed her pussy, looking deep into her eyes. It was the most erotic moment of her life.
    "Oh yes," Dede gasped joyously. She grunted with increased enthusiasm. She slammed her pelvis into the man's crotch, trying to further stimulate herself. The fire in her loins was intolerable. It sought out the fire in her ass and breasts, blending into one molten, liquid pool of ecstasy.
    "Yes!" Dede screamed, stiffening with her back arched beneath him. He looked down in awed surprise at the white virgin. She was so beautiful, so savage. She gurgled as if she was having a seizure. She threw her head from side to side. Her exploding pussy grasped the shaft of his fat cock as if trying to capture it. It was too much for the man. He grunted louder and louder, then stiffened above her.
    "Pull out," Ramona said, shaking him to get his attention. "Pull out now or I will shoot you," Ramona said, slapping the man across his face. He reluctantly pulled out and began shooting sperm onto Dede's pubic hair and lower abdomen. He shuddered for several minutes after his cock stopped spurting. Finally he climbed to his knees and stood.
    The fat man saw the blood on the man's cock and pubic area. He crossed himself again and turned, fleeing into the cantina.
    "Cowards," the man growled. He pulled up his pants, covering the blood. He tied his pants, turned and grinned at Dede, then followed the fat man inside.
    "I'm sorry," Ramona said in broken English.
    "That was incredible," Dede said, looking down at her bloody legs. "Oh no," she moaned.
    "If I release you, do you promise not to kill me?" Ramona asked.
    "Yes," Dede said, turning away. Ramona gave her a thoughtful look, came to a decision and untied her. Dede rubbed her wrists, then grabbed Ramona and pulled her into a kiss.
    "Thank you," Dede said in Spanish.
    "Por Nada," Ramona said, breathing rapidly.
    "My clothes... ropas?"
    "En cantina," Ramona nodded toward the cantina. Dede sighed and looked down at the dirty ragged blanket. She tied it around herself toga fashion, then stepped quickly toward the livery stable nearby. She found her horse and gear in the barn, including her rifle. She checked the rounds, spun and headed toward the cantina. Ramona stood uncertainly at the back door. Dede motioned with the end of her rifle and Ramona fled.
    Dede entered the broken back door of the bar and jacked a shell into the chamber. All heads turned. Fatty and the man with the whip grew horrified. The whip still lay on the table beside the man who had wielded it.
    "Miguel, tell this man to strip," Dede said. The man listened and shook his head. Dede raised her rifle and shot into the top of the table. The man screamed as splinters filled his hip. The bartenders started to move, but Dede swung her rifle in his direction, while jacking another shell into the chamber. She shook her head slowly. The bartender backed against the wall of liquor.
    "Tell this man to strip, or I will gut shoot him," Dede whispered. The man reluctantly threw off his suspenders, and shucked his shirt over his head. His pants followed in a moment. He wore nothing underneath.
    "Whip him," Dede growled to the fat man. Miguel quietly translated. The fat man licked his lips. He did not seem at all upset at the task. He grabbed up the whip and pushed the man over the splintered table. Before he had taken a breath the whip came down across the naked man's ass. He screamed and bounced up, but the fat man pushed him back down and lashed him again. It was obvious to everyone in the bar, that the fat man was enjoying his task. A look of perverted joy twisted the man's face. He lashed the helpless man again and again. Finally Dede had to scream to stop him.
    "Now shove it up his ass," Dede said with great relish. The man started to obey.
    "Spit on it," Dede yelled. The man spit on the end of the whip, positioned it in the helpless man's ass, and shoved. The man screamed, a long and forlorn sound, much like Dede had made just moments before. She smiled and rested the rifle in the crook of her arm. She found her clothes scattered around the floor. Her pistol was resting on the bar. She took up everything as best she could, and went down the street to the watering trough. It took only a moment to bathe thoroughly and redress. Feeling much better, she returned to the bar to find the fat man still fucking the other man in the ass with the whip. Nobody tried to stop him.
    Dede shook her head with a smile and left through the back door.
    "Thanks," she said to Ramona, before saddling her horse and riding out.

-- Four --

    Dede rode her bay up a sandy hill, rounded a rock and looked down at the cabin below. She wore a gray slicker. Thunder grumbled in the distance. She took the rifle from the boot of her saddle, dropped to the ground and crawled forward.
    From her neighbors back home, and a hotel man in El Paso, she had a sketchy description of the four men, but she had excellent description of their horses. All four horses were large and fast, signifying outlaw stock. One was the easiest to spot, as if the outlaw was flaunting it. He had a black with a white blaze on his forehead. A bay horse, also with a white blaze, had two white stockings on it's front feet. The two horses that were left were a common appaloosa and a gray. There was nothing special about either horse except the gray had an old bullet wound crossing the left cheek of it's ass, just behind the saddle.
    The cabin had a corral, with three horses standing lazily behind it, slapping flies. There were two bays and a pinto. Smoke started from the chimney. The sounds of pans banging came to her like a distant love song. Her stomach growled in hunger.
    "That's all I need to know," Dede said, shoving the rifle back into it's boot. "Breakfast," she whispered, sliding into the saddle with the ease of long practice.
    A slender blonde man came to the door with a pistol in his hand. Dede's heart fluttered as she saw the handsome young man. He watched her with a critical, measuring gaze. His eyes suddenly crinkled in amusement. He slid the pistol down into his belt and stood waiting.
    "You make a mighty handsome cowboy," he said with a smile.
    "So do you. But it's the smell of cooking that I'm most interested in. I haven't eaten right in three days... hey you speak English!"
    "So do you," he smiled, ushering her into the cabin.
    "I'm damned glad to meet you," she gasped. Even after 17 months, my Spanish is still rusty. I'm Dede Havers"
    "Dandy Thompson," he nodded. "This far south there are few people who speak anything but Mexican. I'm glad for the opportunity to speak my own language," he said, turning the bacon. He looked her over for a moment, then took down the side of bacon, from where it hung from a rafter. He sliced off several more slices, then re-hung it. He wrapped netting around it to keep the flies off. He began slicing bread, which a neighbor woman baked for him.
    Dede looked around the little cabin. Onions, peppers, and garlic hung from the ceiling. Bags of netting contained many more treasures. She detected the familiar shape of mushrooms in one.
    "Tidy," she said, looking around. "But what the hell are you doing down here?"
    He turned and gave her a sarcastic look.
    "Outlaw," she nodded with a sigh.
    "I've been on the run for three years. I'm not really safe, even down here. If you weren't a damned pretty woman, I probably would have plugged you. What are you doing down here anyway?"
    "Following three other outlaws. There were four, but one died in gunfight in Guasave. They killed my father."
    "If you're patient they'll all die eventually."
    "I can't wait. I've been away from home for two years. My mama needs me."
    "You really believe your mama is still alive? You left her alone?"
    "Sure, why wouldn't she be? She's not that old."
    "Is anyone else with her?"
    "No family," Dede said, with the first feelings of apprehension.
    "Then I wouldn't count on it. She lost her husband, then her daughter. Besides, you are 500 miles from Texas. Normal riding you could get home in a month. But the way these roads and trails are, it could take you a year to get back, if ever."
    "I know," Dede said quietly.
    "How are you with that gun?"
    "I've survived two gun battles."
    "So could my mama, if she were lucky. How are you set for money?"
    "Plumb out."
    "Hell, you can't be more than 25 years old. You should be back home attending parties and looking for a husband."
    "I'm only 20," Dede said in shock. He stared her from head to toe, finally nodding. His estimation of her age struck her like no other thing could. Vanity was a harsh mistress.
    "Eat," he said, tipping the pan of bacon so the grease ran to one side. She grabbed up hot pieces of bacon and dipped her bread in the grease.
    Dandy ate sparingly, while Dede wolfed down her food. His estimation of her hunger was accurate. She shoved the last piece of bacon into her mouth and chewed, realizing that she'd had enough. He watched her eat with a slight smile. He felt sympathy, kinship, sexual excitement, when he looked at the desirable woman across from him. She was very slender, painfully so. He knew this was from long days in the saddle with too little to eat. He had once looked identical. The good life was taking it's toll on him. He had gained 14 pounds in the past 3 years.
    "You are wasting a very beautiful woman," he said quietly. He decided that he needed to be bold. She would ride out within minutes, possibly days, and never look back. He must make his play now.
    "Not so's you'd notice," she whispered, suddenly feeling dirty. How long had she been like that? A foul smell arose from her body. How long since she had bathed? She couldn't remember.
    "There's a tub out back," he said, as if reading her mind. In fact he had seen her sniffing, her upturned lips, and the look of embarrassment in her face. It had been a series of quick flashes, but an outlaw depended on such minute things.
    "I could use it," she nodded. "Hot water?" she asked hopefully as she stood.
    "An old whiskey barrel on the roof. The sun heats it."
    "Soap?"
    "Make my own. Out next to the basin."
    "Towel?"
    "Horse blanket strips."
    "Company?"
    "I could wash your back."
    "Come on," she nodded, "you can carry the water."
    Water splashed off Dede's breasts. She looked down in surprise. When had they grown? They were larger and firmer than she remembered them. The stream of water indented her breast slightly, but it didn't move. It was very firm.
    "My God you are beautiful," Dandy said as he straightened with the bucket.
    "Yeah," she said in surprise. She looked up and they both laughed.
    "You can become like an animal out on the trail," he sympathized.
    "I've lost months, years out there," she said, brushing back her brown hair. "I think I'd better head for home."
    Dandy felt a thrill of disappointment. Even though he had only known this woman for a few hours, he could not face the thought of losing her. He suddenly realized that he was returning to the states. His heart beat faster at the thought. He missed America.
    "A penny for your thoughts," Dede said, looking up at him as she washed her armpit.
    "It will be nice to see Texas again," he said with a flashing smile.

-- Five --

    Water dripped from the wooden bucket, into the wooden sink. The slow drip, drip, drip of water was disturbed only by the sound heavy breathing, and the raucous call of a crow some distance away. Sun came in through the crude board walls of the shack. A few sparse pictures and decorations were used to brighten an otherwise intolerable house. Flowers sat on the table in the center of the room, in a cast-off chipped vase. In the far corner the bed, constructed of pine poles and leather straps, creaked with the movement of two bodies. The bodies intertwined, naked and tanned, as they kissed and twisted in each other's arms. Dede's long, sun-bleached hair cascaded across the white pillow and colorful Indian blanket.
    Dandy lay across Dede's slender body. His hand mashed her firm breast. His lips mashed and sucked Dede's sweet mouth. Her body was painfully slender. Her ribs stood out in sharp relief. Her left leg was kinked, her knee up in the air. She slid her right foot forward and back on the bed. Her legs were firm and slender, as close to perfect as humanly possible. Her bush had grown slightly to a full beaver pelt. But her pussy remained small and delicate. Dandy broke off the kiss, breathing harshly. He sat up slightly and looked down over Dede's slender body. He ran his hand down her stomach, gently petted her bushy pubic hair, then slid it between her legs. He rubbed her hot, moist lips gently, while diving again and capturing her left nipple in his lips. He sucked gently. His hand began digging deeply into her pussy. It grew moist and responsive.
    "Now," Dede finally gasped. With an impish look he turned and rolled over on his back. She sat up in alarm, looking down at him, then she smiled in return. She threw a leg over his body, rubbed herself against his hard cock for a moment, then rose up and took him into herself with a slow, gentle slide.
    "Oh yes," she shivered, feeling the hot penis sliding deep inside her. She rested for a moment, feeling the heat and moisture between her legs, then rode up and down gently.
    Dandy cried out. His sharp cry echoed off the board walls of the shack. He looked up at the woman above her and realized that he was making love to a goddess. She looked so beautiful, so clean and beneficent, as she gazed down upon him with a fond smile.
    "It feels so wonderful, that it almost hurts," she whispered. She rocked gently, focusing her attention on her pussy. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out was the loudest sound in the room. The drip of the bucket set a cadence for her methodical ride. She listened unconsciously, while riding gently up and down. 
    Water dripped. She pulled up slowly, feeling every inch of his large cock as it pulled through her aroused flesh. The wet fleshy pole slowly appeared below her like a drawn sword. Her pussy lips were spread and stretched around it. Her beautiful thighs were widely spread, her legs kinked, her heels pressed tightly against his legs.
    Drip! She sank down with a moan of pleasure. The long hard cock began to hide deep inside her hot loins. She felt it well up inside her.
    Drip! She started pulling out all over again. Each time she did the feeling seemed to intensify.
    Fire spread in her loins, filled her pussy and ass, and thrilled her clear up to her breast. She reached down and took his hands in hers. She brought his hands up to her breasts and sighed as they began gently mashing her feverish flesh. His index fingers twirled her stiffened nipples.
    She cried and gasped, closing her eyes. She licked her dry lips and slowly increased her tempo. The urgency inside her was growing. Her desire was an itch which his cock scratched deep inside her. It was heavenly.
    He cupped each breast in the palms of his hands, and twisted the nipples between his thumbs and fingers. 
    Dede cried. Her eyes flew open and she looked down at him. She was nearing orgasm. He wasn't.
    "I'm getting close," she whispered. He smiled but said nothing. She tried to tighten her loins, tried to hold off her orgasm. But it was like trying to hold off a tidal wave.
    "Oh, oh, oh," her eyes grew wide, desperate. She suddenly closed her eyes and rode wildly. Her hands went to his chest and she began sliding her pussy forward and back. His cock churned the hot wet flesh inside her. She whimpered ever louder until she screamed, with her head thrown back and eyes tightly closed. She continued sliding on his cock for several seconds, then froze, panting as her pussy jerked on his cock. She opened her eyes and gave him a desperate look. Her eyes rolled up and looked at the bucket, but her mind was on her spasming pussy. It was the most incredible thing she had ever felt. Visions of her first sexual experience came back to her. She shuddered and waited until her pussy finally stilled and stopped.
    She lifted up, leaned over and fell to the bed with her leg still thrown across him. She lay panting for a moment, then bounced up off the bed. He was fisting his cock, using her wet pussy juice to lubricate it. She sat up and looked down at his cock. She licked her lips, undecided, then pushed his hand away and replaced it with her own. She slowly brought her fist up and down, while looking at the raptured look on his face. She had been fisting his cock for several moments, before the lubricant wore off. In desperation she licked her hand. She stopped and tasted her own flavor on her lips, then licked her hand again. Looking down at his cock in surprise, she suddenly leaned over and sucked the head of his cock slowly, gently, tasting her own flavor on his hot cock. She liked it.
    Falling to the bed beside him, she adjusted her position then captured his cock in her warm lips. She sank down on his fleshy shaft. He squealed in delight. It was a strange sound, coming from a handsome outlaw. Her eyes crinkled with a smile. She watched his face as she began bobbing up and down. He was only seconds away from his own orgasm. Giving her a desperate, grateful look, he jerked and arched up off the bed.
    Dede's mouth began filling with cum before she knew what was happening. Her eyes flew open in surprise. She was about to pull away, when she realized that the taste was not bad. At first she had been afraid that the taste was blood, but that thought left her in just a moment. She knew the flavor of blood, she had sucked her own wounds often. This was something different. She realized that there was a direct correlation between the contractions of his cock, and the spurts of liquid in her mouth. She drank quickly, sucking on his cock as she watched his face. People were so damned ugly when they had sex, she realized. Dandy finally opened his eyes and looked down at her. There was so much love in that single glance that she was startled. She pulled back and looked at him in surprise.
    A drop of cum swelled up on the tip of his cock. She captured it on the end of her finger and looked at it in wonder.
    "I didn't know men did that," she said in wonder. "Do women?"
    "No," he said with a smile. "Only men."
    "Wow," she said before popping the drop of cum into her mouth. She tasted experimentally, then smiled.
    "I like it," she said brightly.
    "This isn't your first time," Dandy stated it as a fact, not an accusation.
    "No, my second. I was raped just across the border."
    "Sorry. So it's all new to you," he said in realization.
    "Yes, but don't be sorry, I liked it. Afterwards I was glad that I wouldn't die a virgin. I didn't... I didn't expect to live this long," she admitted sheepishly.
    "Which brings me to my offer. I will escort you back to Texas."
    "I'm not going back, at least no yet. Those three men are in town."
    "Then why did you stop here?"
    "Hunger. I was getting weak and slow. I had to stop. They would have killed me."
    "They still might. Are those men in Villa Union or Durango?"
    "Villa Union, unless they've moved."
    "Big men, big horses?" he asked uncertainly.
    "Yes," she described the men and horses.
    "Travino, Villareal, and Surna. Surna lives in Villa Union. He was chased out by the army. His wife makes a living as a prostitute."
    "I have nothing against prostitutes," Dede said thoughtfully as she dressed. She thought of Ramona and felt a thrill. Would she still be there?
    "Me neither. Until today they've been my favorite people."
    "Is this your first time," she mimicked his voice.
    "In a matter of speaking, yes," his eyes crinkled. "It's nice, not having to pay for it. I can use the money for other things. A man could get used to that, you know."
    "Well let's see if I live until tomorrow, before you start giving up your whores," she said, checking her pistols. She shook her metal powder flask to make sure her powder was still dry.
    "Need more?" he asked, bringing down a nail keg.
    "No, I'm fine. I'll get what I need from their bodies."
    "Mine is a special blend, I make it myself. I grind it and sift it to make sure it's consistent. Damned good stuff, just don't use it in your drink. I make my own saltpeter from dog shit."
    "Dog shit?" she asked in surprise.
    "Ever see dog shit turn white?"
    "Sure."
    "That's saltpeter."
    "That's disgusting!" she declared with a twist of her lips. He laughed and replaced the keg. His own guns flashed silver in the light as he spun them on his fingers. He took each gun and wiped it down, then checked their actions before sliding them into their holsters. He put on the holsters, while looking around the shack.
    "I came here with the intention of spending the rest of my life here, living in peace and tranquility. But it didn't work. Every time I heard a noise, a horse hoof, or a knock on the door, I died a little death. It's time to go home, I guess."
    "Yes," she said thoughtfully. She looked out through the open door, but her mind saw the ola swinging in the breeze in front of her home. She remembered the sound of the sparrows, their cries echoing pleasantly from the adobe walls. She used to lay in her bed and listen to them for hours, in the cool of morning before her chores started. It was a pleasant memory.
    An eagle screamed as they stepped out of the shack. Dede shaded her eyes and stared up at the nearby rock mountain. The eagle circled lazily above it, indistinct because of the heat rising up from the desert. A good omen? Indians believe that eagles were sacred.
    They saddled their horses and rode west. Dede had ridden down to the shack as a single deadly hunter. Now they left as a pair, a complete unit. As alike as peas in a pod, their tall upright frames, seemingly relaxed stances, and their piercing, ever-searching eyes, were almost identical. The two spare horses, now running lose, called a joyous squeal of good-bye. They raced out of the corral and headed north. Dandy never looked back.

-- Six --

    Frank Surna went to his door, pulling his suspenders up and over his shoulders. He didn't wear a real shirt, he just used the top of his dirty longjohns to cover his naked body. His shabby homespun pants should have been replaced long ago. But he didn't care. They were held up by an old hemp rope and his suspenders. By contrast, the gun belt in his hand was clean and beautiful. The bullets sparkled in the sunlight like little points of gold. The chestnut handles of his pistols were clean and worn. He buckled on his gun belt. His broken-toothed smile greeted the few men and women who saw him and hurried by.
    "I'm bad for business," he called to Franchesca. "I don't think the citizens like me too much."
    "Neither do I," she yelled from where she washed her pussy In the wooden sink in back. "You stink. Don't you ever bathe?"
    "Only if my horse can't swim a river."
    "Then I will pray for deep rivers," she said.
    "Pray, for all the good it will do you. God likes to destroy people, like people like to pull the wings off flies. They go to church, they pray, then they die. Church is only good if you are hungry and need to rob the poor... Franchesca, who is this?" he asked, stepping back inside the door. 
    "What?" she asked, suddenly appearing. She was running a brush through her hair.
    "Who is that?" he pointed at a man and woman riding in from the north end of town.
    "Dandy Thompson and... I don't know her," she finally said with a touch of jealously in her voice. She had been Dandy's whore for almost three years. She turned and stalked off, but Surna continued watching fearfully. He recognized them for what they were, a bad man... and a women, who were on the hunt.
    They tied their horses in front of the Rameriez Cafe. As one person they turned and pinned Surna with a stare. He swallowed and stepped back into the shadows. Frank Surna once claimed to be afraid of nothing. He had lied unknowingly. He was afraid now. 
    He licked his nervous lips and peeked around the corner. He gasped when he found them gone. Where had they gone? Inside the cafe? Their horses were still there.
    His eyes went to the hotel. Travino and Villareal were inside with the only other two whores in town. If he could only get their attention...

-- Seven --

    Dede and Dandy sat nursing their coffee, while staring at the heat-distorted street outside. Dandy had pointed out Surna's house. Dede's jealous eyes spotted Franchesca when she appeared for a moment. She didn't like what she saw. Franchesca was too much of a woman, too damned sexy. She and Dandy had been intimate for years.
    Wind blew in through the open window, blowing up the white lace curtains before continuing on out the back door, cooling the interior of the adobe building as it passed. 
    The Mexican's certainly knew how to build to suit the intense desert heat. It was nice there. The sound of banging pans and the clink of dishes was a pleasant sound. A dog jogged down the street, stopping occasionally and sniffing. He found a pile of horse shit, sniffed and headed on. He stopped behind their horses and left a pile of his own.
    "More saltpeter," Dede smiled. He nodded agreeably, but his eyes never left the street.
    "I don't like being trapped inside, Dandy. I'd rather be out..."
    "Where a rifle can kill you from a window?" he asked.
    "Yeah, something like that," she said uncertainly.
    "Relax, enjoy the afternoon, and your coffee. They will appear. They have to eat here shortly, it's the only place in town. Let them be blissfully unaware of their impending deaths while we share a pleasant moment here."
    "Clara, two steaks and all the fixings," he said easily in perfect Spanish. "The good ones, no hair," he chided gently.
    She giggled and disappeared in a swish of skirts. Dede eyed the fabric enviously. She had not been in a dress since... that day. Her last dress had been ruined by the blood of her father, as she knelt down over his body. Suddenly the old anger raged up inside her. Her nostrils flared as she remembered the lifeless face of the most wonderful father on earth, empty, stiff, vacant.
    She felt like crying, but used her anger to control her tears. Dandy looked into her eyes and sighed. "Ok, we will find them," he said, standing and catching Clara's attention.
    "We'll be right back," he said with a fond smile. Dede felt jealously rise up, then she controlled it. She did not own Dandy... not yet.
    As they arrived at the hotel, Surna stumbled out, backing onto the boardwalk. He had his pistol in his hands, checking it's loads. Villareal and Travino stepped out behind him, confident and annoyed by the seeming cowardice of their partner. Their eyes went to Dede, then Dandy. Surna looked up and gasped.
    "That's them," he said, bringing up his pistol. Dede drew and fired without knowing that she had done it. Surna flew back, slammed into the hotel wall, and fell to the walk.
    Villareal and Travino separated and drew as one man.
    Dandy fired into Villareal twice. Dede fanned the hammer of her smaller gun, putting three quick shots into Travino. Travino spun like a puppet on a string. The .36 caliber balls of lead spun him one way and then the other, but he wouldn't go down. 
    Suddenly Travino fired twice. One shot hit Dandy in the left arm, spinning him around. The second shot missed Dede by a hair. She felt the bullet tug at her sleeve. She shot again, then found her pistol empty. She had no idea where the other shot had gone.
    As she drew her second pistol, Dandy's gun roared and Travino jerked under the impact of his larger .44 caliber bullet. It slammed him into the board wall. A red spot appeared in the center of his chest. His knees crumpled and he folded up in front of them.
    "Well, this is damned annoying," Dandy said, covering his bleeding arm with his hand. Blood seeped out through his fingers. He started toward Franchesca's house automatically. She might be a whore, but she was also the best doctor in town. Dede followed until she saw where he was heading. She suddenly grabbed his good arm and pushed him toward the store. He laughed and followed meekly.
    She fixed his arm with iodine, strips torn from a new white shawl, and a new shirt. They returned to the restaurant and Clara appeared with their heavily loaded plates.
    "Franchesca will be happy," Clara said as she served them. "She wanted a husband, but she's Catholic."
    "Speaking of that, I guess we should look for the Padre, before we take that long ride back to Texas," Dandy said, then stuffed his mouth with steak. He smiled as he looked into Dede's prim and happy face. She looked very pleased.
    "Oh," Clara said, stomping her foot. It was the first time that she had realized there was a real bond between them. Her chances at Dandy were gone. Dede laughed, trying not to choke on her steak. 
    She was married that evening in one of Clara's dresses.

-- Eight --

    Three weeks later a lone man urged his horse up a slight incline. He was leading a riderless horse by the bridal.
    "Ouch!" A female voice broke the stillness. "Do you have to wear those damned chaps?"
    A woman's legs were barely distinguishable, locked behind his back. They were bare, as were most of his. Riding almost naked from the waist down, Dandy used the easy movement of his walking horse to feed his cock into his wife's hungry pussy. They kissed urgently, while the gentle rocking helped him fuck his wife in a pleasant, non-demanding manner. Dandy still wore his boots and chaps to protect him from the brush and cactus. His new wife knew this as well as he did, so he didn't bother answering. But the chaps were rubbing her inner thighs raw.
    Dandy stared down at his wife's open legs and again marveled at her sexy, mysterious beauty. She was manly in many ways, but all woman where it counted. The tendons stood out in her thighs in sharp relief. Her legs were slender and beautiful in the waning light of the setting sun. The desert was cooling, as it did every night. The setting sun on the desert was beautiful.
    Dede's pussy was sinfully hot around Dandy's cock. This was a new and blissful experience for him. All other sex had been in the stuffy confines of a whore's house. It has been nothing more than relief. Sex with his new wife was surprising, exciting, and always different. She was so clinging, so full of life and love.
    "We need a wagon," he complained, as a mesquite bush raked the bare skin of his left leg.
    "A carriage, one with a back seat so we can park and make love wherever we want," she said between gasps. She kissed him again, then looked around guiltily. They had not seen anyone in three days. Chances were, they would not while making love. But you never knew who was around, especially Indians.
    "It would never catch on, making love in a back seat," he chuckled.
    "I don't know, it's more comfortable than fucking on a horse," she gasped, feeling the heat in her loins intensify. She could never get enough of his hard cock. She couldn't believe that everyone in the world fucked, especially married people. If she had her choice, she would never do anything else. But it was hard fucking on the back of a horse. Next time they would camp first.
    Dede suddenly disregarded the movements of the horse. She began sliding on and off his cock in a fury of movement. He leaned against her and held her tightly, while she did all the work. In a moment she began gasping and stiffened in his arms. He rocked on her spasming pussy for a moment and began his own orgasm. After several minutes of wild activity, they rested in each other's arms. 
    Dede suddenly realized that she was chilly. At night the harsh heat of the desert turned into intense cold. Her naked ass was not used to this.
    "Shit, pull my horse up here so I can get dressed," she said, shivering. The sweat on her body was drying in the gentle breeze. Her nipples were achingly hard in the cold air. He ran his hands over her pointed nipples and felt his cock twitch inside her. Her eyes opened in surprise. Three minutes later she found his flaccid cock rock hard again. 
    "Oh no," Dede said, shivering. He laughed, leaned back and grabbed a blanket. He threw it around her as she began rocking against his cock once more. Her moans echoed off the rocks around them. As the light drained from the sky the footsteps of their horses receded into the night.

-- Nine --

    Martha Becket sat rocking in her porch swing. She had tried to plow the garden, again, and failed again. She needed to borrow a neighbor. She hadn't plowed the garden in three years. Crops barely grew in it any more. The soil was too hard and dry to grow much.
    If only she could bring back her husband, for just one day. She had so many questions. She had taken her husband for granted, while he was alive. He knew how to do almost anything. Safe in his security, she had learned almost nothing. If she had it to do again...
    Her eyes widened. She searched the night, trying to track the sound of muffled hoofbeats. She lifted the shotgun and waited. She heard a corral bar, the neigh of the stallion, then muffled voices.
    "I've got a shotgun," she yelled nervously. The voices stilled, then footsteps approached.
    "What kind?" the voice asked from the darkness.
    "DEDE!"
    "I've brought company, mama. I've got a man," she declared proudly. They appeared out of the darkness and stepped into the shaft of lamplight coming from the kitchen. Martha threw herself into Dede's arms, then kissed them both and pulled them inside. Excited voices talked long into the night. The old adobe house became a home once more.

I liked this story. Everything except the rape scene. Actually the fact that she was raped did not bother me, it worked for the story. But what bothered me was that she started to enjoy the rape (first by the woman and then by the man) and then she had an orgasm. No, no, no. I do not believe in rape of any kind and I certainly do not believe that a women, especially this woman, would enjoy being molested and violated against her will.

Other than that I did enjoy the story, it was written well, had a beginning, a middle, and an end that actually made sense and worked. It did keep my interest and the sex scenes, though they did use a little too much porn lingo, were pretty good.

Anyway, let me know what you think about this story and also about keeping "Wednesday Westerns" as a weekly feature on "Sex Blogger." And in the mean time... Check out more Erotic Western Stories and "Old Timey" Photo Galleries at "Sex Tales of the Old West."
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Tuesday, April 29, 2003

Foxy Lady - Future Blog Babe

This is one the of the babes I photographed a few weeks ago. OMG she is so cute, not to mention very, very HOT!!! Her name is Foxy Lady and she's a very sexy 21 year old, 5'2, 104 lb Latina Hottie. She has long, naturally dark hair with blondish/brown highlights, sparkling eyes, nice lips, and a very cute, very innocent smile (and yes she wears braces). She has a nice slender body, small perky tits with nice round and tiny pinkish/brown nipples, a great ass, nice legs, and a shaved pussy with a patch of neatly trimmed brown pubic hair. AND she has one of the best doggy-style, cum-fuck-me arches I've ever seen. When she arches her back and sticks her butt up... all I can say is "WOW!"

An agent sent Foxy Lady's pic to me and as soon as I saw it I knew I wanted to meet her, hire & photograph her, date, fall in love and marry her. This girl deffo sent a tingle through my body. Mmmmm... I called to set up an interview and soon found out that, like most models, she was not the most responsible. We set up an interview and of course she didn't show up. Usually models only get one chance, but she was a babe and I was not gonna give up on her just yet. Over the course of the next few months we played telephone tag, then finally got a hold of each other, and set up another interview.

On the day of the interview, I felt like a little kid. The clock ticked very slowly and while waiting for her to show up, I eased my anxiety by cleaning my office (for the third time that day). I put on my best black jeans and new black t-shirt, put some good music on shuffle, lit some nice smelling candles (vanilla, of course), checked my eyes for scrambled eggs, went through a ton of cinnamon Altoids and waited for my date... Uh, I mean, for her to show up.

Finally, a car door shut, I jumped from my desk, ran to the window and saw Foxy Lady getting out of the passenger side of a car... The Passenger side? No, no, no... Please, please be just a friend dropping her off. My eyes quickly darted to the the driver's side. The door slowly opened, and some young stud emerged. NO! Wait, there's still hope... He still could be just a friend. I watched as he walked to her side of the car and put his arm around her. My heart sank!

Less than a minute later, with a crushed heart and a faux smile I opened the door. Introductions were made and as soon as they walked in I knew that I was going to hire her for a shoot. But before I actually would say that to her I did want to talk to her, get to know her and find out why she is doing porn and why she has a boyfriend and if they are happy and if I can worm my way into her heart. Dang, sometimes I am so evil... The interview was good... Yes, it was her b/f. Yes, they've been together a while. And, yes I flirted with her a lot and she flirted with me a little, but I could tell that her eyes were saying so much more every time she looked at me. Not quite sure what they were saying, but I certainly like to think that it was all good. Oh yeah, the b/f... Even though he didn't say too much, he was actually an ok guy. Though he didn't put his foot down about it, he hated the fact that she did porn. Besides the fact that I wanted to be with her, he and I now had something in common. I went into "Savior" mode and laid it on thick that she should deffo not be doing adult work and she should be doing "real" modeling and that I could deffo help her get into it. Though she was interested in the "real" modeling part, it did no good. Her mind was made up, she liked doing adult work, so I was left with no choice but to hire her.

A week later, she and her boyfriend showed up on time for the shoot. Besides him having an attitude and being grumpy all day, the shoot went great. She was a lot of fun to work with, we flirted with each other all day, she was open to anything I wanted to shoot and, when I started running out of ideas for various poses, she came up with a few of her own. And as I mentioned in the very first paragraph, she has a great arch, so I put her into a lot of arching poses. During the shoot, I was so wishing that my partner and her b/f were not hanging around. I wanted to be alone with her, touch her, kiss her, have hot and wild sex with her... Oops, I forgot, I'm a professional. I can't do that... But I can certainly think it... And yes, if I had the chance with her I might forget about being a professional - well at least for a little while...

Anyway, back to the shoot... It did go well and in about five hours we did nine different set-ups including: cheerleader, schoolgirl, amateur, plastic wrap (mummification), lingerie, short shorts, a bathroom scene and 2 voyeur scenes. After we were done shooting, and leaving her b/f in the studio, she came into my office and we talked for awhile. He was in what seemed like a really bad mood and I asked if everything was ok. She said that he was always like that and yes, everything was great. We talked for about an hour - life, the universe & everything. Especially the everything part... My hopes were rising again. She said that she deffo wanted to do some "real" modeling and wanted me to shoot some non-adult pics of her. WooHoo!

We set up a "real" photo shoot for the following week and, of course, she didn't show up for the shoot. Nor have I heard from her since. She is a young "adult" model and most of them are flakes. But all is not lost and I'm not giving up hope of seeing her and/or working with her again. She will call when she is ready. At least I hope so...

If you want to see more of Foxy Lady, you're just gonna have to wait until I put her on some of my sites or build some new ones. Or until some of the sets sell and other webmasters put her up on their sites.

Oh... and the reason that it says "Future Blogger Babe" is because I just haven't gotten around to putting the "Sex Blogger" URL on any of her pics yet. :o)
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Monday, April 28, 2003

Monday Toons

Sunday, April 27, 2003

Blogger Babes - Leather & Rocket - A Horrific Tale

Leather and Rocket are Real Twins. They each have long and dark curly hair, dark eyes, snarling lips that would make Billy Idol proud, shaved pussies with little landing strips of dark hair, hairy butts (dark peach fuzz) and small breasts (one has bigger tits than the other - but that is just because she is a little heavier). They are both 5'3 and the skinny one weighs approx. 103 lbs - (see this week's Blogger Babe Pic).

I saw them at a birthday party (mine) and thought they would be so kewl to photograph together. They were totally dressed like sluts - but not in a bad way. They looked pretty hot, they had attitude and they stood out. Every guy (and a few of the girls) at the party deffo gave them a glance or two, or three. A friend of mine whispered in my ear that he saw them working together in an adult video. My mind went into overdrive. And, since it was my party, I thought it'd be polite of me to introduce myself. I did. They seemed sweet and nice. They were flirty and they were on the prowl for some work. A few days later... we were shooting.

I would like to say that the shoot went well, but I can't! Actually we got a lot done; we did four set-ups at two different locations, but it was not a fun shoot. Remember in the last paragraph I said that the twins had attitude. Well they did! And they brought it to the shoot with them, but it was not good attitude. What happened to the sweet and flirty girls I met at my birthday party? I dunno, but these two hairy creatures swiped their bodies and showed up at the shoot in place of them. Call time at the first location was 9am. The twins showed up at 10 and they were both in a bad mood because they didn't like getting up early. 10am was too early for them. They were getting paid, but they didn't want to be there and they certainly didn't want to put any effort into getting some good shots. It took awhile before I could get them to smile and even longer before I could get them to pose together and look comfortable doing so. But (patting my own back) I'm very good working with people and before too long I had them laughing and having a good time. And I deffo took advantage of those fleeting moments. I snapped away like a madman. But as I was shooting, I could see the evil twins starting to reappear and before too long their heads were spinning around and lightning bolts were shooting out of their eyes. Oh how I wanted this day to be over.

We finished at the first location and headed to the next. A friend of mine has a dungeon (don't ask) in his house and under the circumstances it turned out to be very appropriate for the beasts. Oh how I wanted to lock them inside and throw away the key. But I'm a nice guy and I could not do that (to my friend). It was winter, the dungeon was cold and the witches complained and complained. Usually I don't do this type of thing, but to get even for all their bitching and moaning, I deffo took my time with every shot. By the time we left the dungeon, the shivering critters were too cold to whine about it. It was a mean and vengeful way to shut them up, but it worked - at least for a while.

The next setup was in front of a fireplace and with the heat, the wicked demons thawed out and once again they complained with their forked tongues. Oh what vile creatures these minions be. But again, I'm a professional and could not let these hags get the better of me. I mean... good always prevails over evil. Right? So, once again I turned on the charm and drove the little trolls back from whence they came. Smiles returned all around and we finished the day with enough pictures to give me nightmares for years to come.

Of course, after the shoot, I never talked to the two things again. Last I heard, one of them was pregnant and trying to populate the world with the spawn of Satan.

If you want to see more of Leather & Rocket, check out "Teen Twins - Prestige," "Kissing Pussy," "Nude Amateur Women," "Teen Twins," "Teen Twins in Bondage" and "Masturbation Mirror."
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Looking for Girls to Photograph!

If you're female, OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE, in the LA area, very cute and/or good looking and/or HOT, and are interested in posing nude for my websites, your own websites, for fun or just for some nice artistic photographs, please e-mail me with a description of yourself and a URL address where I can see a photo of you. If you're what I'm looking for, then you'll deffo hear back from me :o)

Please DO NOT send photos or files attached to your e-mails. They will be deleted!
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Looking for Adult Artists & Writers

If you're an artist and/or writer and would like to have your work featured here on Sex Blogger or one of my other Adult Story or Cartoon Sites: "Sex-Fi. Erotic Sci-Fi & Horror Sex Stories," "Cuntoons," "Pregnant Comix," "Erotic Pregnant & Plumper Stories," "Sex Tales of the Old West," "Illustrated Erotica" or one of the new Erotic Story or Adult Cartoon sites that I'm building, then please feel free to e-mailme with a SHORT sample of your writing or a URL address where I can see your work. As far as subject matter goes, I'm really interested in erotic Sci-Fi, Horror, Gothic, War and Crime stories and/or artwork in the same genera's. I'm also interested in material that is unique unto itself. If you send me a short sample of your writing, please spell check and proof read it before submitting it. I know that I'm not the best with grammar, but if your sample is full of misspelled words and the grammar and punctuation are noticeably worse than mine, it won't even be considered. :o)

Please, DO NOT send photos or files attached to your e-mails. They will be deleted!
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Comments & Opinions

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