Tears of the Sun, Chapter 4

  • Posted on January 15, 2019 at 2:11 pm

by Purple Les

Annie Bloom couldn’t believe that her act of kindness had paid such a rich dividend. She’d chosen to let this mysterious young woman and the little girl stay in her cabin for the night to avoid the rain.

Not only had the woman turned out to be the legendary Tequila Kid, but now the Kid was down on her knees licking Annie’s pussy, the two of them stark naked. The fact that a cute little ten-year-old girl was sound asleep just a few feet from them only added to Annie’s excitement.

Ever since she’d grown into young womanhood, Annie had experienced odd feelings for little girls. It began with her baby sister Mary, who she’d adored from the child’s birth. She’d always been fiercely protective of her younger sibling, and was happiest when spending time with her.

When she was fourteen and Mary eight, Annie finally realized that she was in love with her sister, loved her the same way most women loved men.

It happened when her best friend Lucy told her in excited whispers about what she’d just learned about the facts of life, how men and women would undress and lie together as lovers. Annie’s thoughts immediately went to Mary, and how good it would be to know those pleasures with her — the two of them completely naked, their bare bodies lovingly entwined in the bed they shared.

For a year, Annie was besieged by fantasies of her little sister. She longed to tell Mary everything, to declare her love — but never could summon up the courage. What if Mary responded with fear, or even disgust? Annie was far from worldly, but she knew instinctively that these feelings of hers were anything but normal. If her sister found out, it might destroy the wonderful relationship they already had, and that was a risk that she could never bring herself to take.

A month after Mary turned nine, she was bitten on the ankle by a Mojave rattlesnake and died after hours of convulsive agony.

Annie was devastated, screaming and weeping hysterically for hours. In the days that followed, she drifted numbly through life, emptied of all joy. The grief she felt forced Annie to put away childish things and grow up, to think about what she intended for herself as an adult.

Her mother died a year later from consumption. Around that time, some of the local young men began to take an interest in Annie, but she made it clear to her father Jesse that she had no intention of marrying any of them — then, or ever. She never explained why, but suspected that he understood.

Jesse brooded over his daughter’s decision for a couple of days. Then one day, as they ate their breakfast, he looked up at Annie and said, “If you ain’t gettin’ married, you got to learn to fend for yourself, girl. I won’t be around always.”

He took his daughter in hand, raising her to be self-sufficient and tough as nails. He taught her to shoot, taught her to fight. Taught her to stand up to any man who treated her without respect.

On her eighteenth birthday, Jesse gave Annie two hundred dollars, a horse, a shotgun and his own pistol, then kissed the girl and sent her out into the world.

She’d seen her share of trials since then, but had always managed to get by on her own terms. Annie had stuck by her decision to live without a man, taking pleasure with other women whenever she could, most of them Indians.

She bought her cabin for fifty dollars from the previous owner, who’d grown sick of working the land and gone to California to seek gold. Annie had been there ever since. It was a hardscrabble life, but her own.

Now she was perched on the edge of her bed, legs spread wide, staring in awe at the Kid’s face between her thighs. She would occasionally glance over at the sweet sleeping girl, letting her thoughts run wild, picturing the child naked and watching them. It took only a minute or two for her to reach a climax.

Annie lay panting for breath, unable to keep herself from smiling like a fool. She’d been licked before, but couldn’t remember it ever being as incredible as this. Her body felt as it it was glowing, giving off heat like the stove.

Lying back, Annie swung both feet up onto the bed. She extended her arms to The Kid. “C’mere, you… it’s your turn.”

“Sure, Annie,” The Kid said, “but let me just look at you for a little bit, okay?” She slowly stood, placing a hand on the rise of her mound, and began to masturbate while she drank in the sight of her new lover.

Liking what she saw, Annie reached down to fondle her own pussy. They watched each other for a few minutes, letting their lust build, driven by the liquid sounds of fingers in cunts and the thick, intoxicating aroma of a woman in heat. Then the Kid took Annie’s hand, brought it to her lips and licked the finger that had been buried in Annie’s hole. She offered her own finger to Annie, which the older woman eagerly sucked clean.

The Kid climbed on top of Annie, lowering herself between her lover’s parted thighs. Their nipples brushed together as they met in a tender kiss.

At first, the lovemaking was slow and gentle, but their passion quickly mounted. The Kid kissed Annie with a hunger that stole her breath away, probing the woman’s mouth with her tongue. Their bodies began to move in unison, grinding together like the gears of a locomotive, generating heat with each stroke.

As their movements grew more frantic, the squeaking of the oaken bed frame could be heard in the cabin. Breaking away from their kiss, Annie whispered, “We best try to be quiet. Wouldn’t do to wake up the girl and have her see us like this.”

The Kid put her mouth to Annie’s ear and murmured, “Maybe she’d like what she saw. Maybe you’d like her watching us. Maybe you’d like to see her naked, too.” As the Kid spoke, she dismounted Annie and lay next to the woman, reaching between her legs. She smiled. “God damn, you sure are wet.”

Annie moaned. “You m-make me that way, Kid. Ohhhhhh, yes, fuck me, good and hard.”

The Kid thrust her finger deep into Annie’s cunt, then quickly added another. “Like this?”

“Mmm, yes.” Turning to face the younger woman, Annie reached out to touch the Kid’s pussy before sliding her fingers into the juicy slit.

They began to masturbate one another — their arms pumping, fingers plunging in and out, in and out, as they swapped heated kisses and sucked each other’s nipples in turn.

Soon The Kid was coming, breathing hard through clenched teeth as Annie fucked her. Dazed and winded as she was, The Kid continued to fuck Annie back, determined to bring her lover to another climax.

It soon struck her, though, that Annie was having trouble reached her peak again because she’d already come once. So the Kid decided to get the woman especially excited.

“You like the idea of Button wakin’ up and seein’ us fuck, don’tcha?” she hissed. “Sweet little girl like that, watchin’ us carry on. Maybe while she watched, she’d get naked too. You like to think of that, Annie? Maybe she’d even touch herself. Wouldn’t that be a sight? Little naked ten-year-old girl playin’ with her cunt, an’ all the while she’s learnin’ all about how women love each other.”

By then, Annie was working herself frantically against the Kid’s probing fingers, urging her, “Don’t stop! Oh my God, d-don’t stop!”

But The Kid had no intention of stopping. “Maybe she’d ask you to lick her down there, same way she saw me doin’ to you. Maybe she’d say…”

The Kid didn’t get to complete her thought before Annie came, claimed by an orgasm that shook her like a rag doll in the grip of an angry child. She trembled violently, stiffened, then went limp.

Annie was utterly spent, but she managed to cradle The Kid in her arms while the younger woman brought herself to a second orgasm of her own.

Finally sated, the two women slipped under the covers, holding each other as they fell into a deep slumber.

*****

Annie woke up just after dawn like she always did, when the first hints of morning light shone around the edge of the curtain. Sitting up, she gazed down at The Kid, who’d just awakened herself.

“Good mornin’, Tequila,” Annie whispered.

Raising herself up on a elbow, The Kid kissed Annie, then said, “Mornin’.”

Annie got up, then put her boots on. “Be right back. I’m gonna go fetch us some water.”

Lying on her side, The Kid watched Annie, who was naked except for those boots, take a bucket and go outdoors to the well, where she filled the bucket.

The Kid lay back, enjoying the feeling of being truly relaxed for what felt like the first time in months. Funny how spendin’ the night with a good woman makes the new day so damn beautiful.

She glanced over to where Arabella lay on the bedroll, lost in thought as she watched the child sleep. Her reverie was broken when Annie came back in with the bucketful of fresh water. Annie carefully filled her pitcher, her ewer, and the basin, then set the bucket down and began to wash herself. The Kid watched, admiring the woman’s bare body.

Once Annie was clean, she gave the younger woman a shy smile and softly said, “Last night was pure heaven. Thank you, Kid.”

The Kid got out of bed, padded over to Annie and gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth. “I’m much obliged to you too.” With a wink, she turned to the basin and washed herself.

They got dressed, then Annie put some wood in the stove and re-kindled the fire from last night’s embers. She loaded the coffee pot and put it on the stove to heat up. “I’ll go milk the cow and gather us up some eggs. If you don’t mind keeping an eye on the coffee, that is.”

“Don’t mind a bit.” the Kid answered.

When the coffee finished brewing, the Kid poured herself a cup and sipped it as she went back to watching Arabella sleep. She knew that rest was the best thing for the little girl. She’d done well on the trail yesterday, but it seemed too soon for her to set out again. I’ll ask Annie if she’ll let us layover for another night, she decided, then smiled. Can’t imagine she’ll object.

Annie came back in with milk and four new-laid eggs. The Kid poured Annie a cup of coffee, then refilled her own cup. They sat gazing warmly at each other, thinking of the secret fun they’d had during the night.

“I was wonderin’ if I could ask you a big favor, Annie,” the Kid said blowing on her coffee.

“I’ll do whatever I can for you,” Annie replied.

“Well, first, would it be all right with you if me and Button was to stay here for one more night? I reckon it’s a mite too soon for her to hit the trail again.”

Annie laughed. “Hell’s bells, Kid — far as I’m concerned, you can bunk down here for a year!”

“Kinda thought you’d feel that way,” The Kid replied. “Now, there’s somethin’ else I need your help with. See, me and the girl need to keep outta sight round this neck of the woods. There’s some mighty bad men after the both of us. Best that I don’t tell you too much.”

“Hmm,” Annie nodded. “Are these the same men as killed the girl’s folks?”

“I think so. Thing is, I need some supplies for the trail. If I give you the money, can you go into town and get them for me?”

“Sure. What things? I’ll make a list.”

The Kid furrowed her brow in concentration. “Well, we need provisions. Hardtack and jerky, coffee, some flour and corn meal. Clothes for the girl… some britches and drawers, a boy’s shirt, shoes and a hat. That’s for while we’re on the trail. And I reckon she needs somethin’ to wear once we get where we’re goin’, too. Get a dress, a bonnet, some girl underclothes and shoes. Oh, and a couple boxes of bullets. I’m all out.”

“Hold on — I need to write all this down,” said Annie. Rustling up a stub of pencil and a blank page torn from her almanac, she scrawled out what The Kid wanted.

“Here ya go.” Opening her money pouch, The Kid gave Annie a sheaf of worn bills.

“That’s too much, Kid!” Annie protested.

The Kid smiled. “Some of it’s for you. Get yourself some coffee, and anything else you need more of since we been here.” She added, “And Annie… buy yourself some new ribbons for your hair. I’d like it if you would.”

At that, Annie blushed, but said, “All right. Thanks. I will.”

“One more thing, Annie. Will you be able to get all them things for me without anyone askin’ questions, or wonderin’ why?”

“Sure, Kid,” Annie said. “I always go to the deadline side of town. Folks tend to mind their own business over there. There’s a Mexican store — they’ll have what you need.”

They strolled to the barn, where The Kid helped Annie hitch her ox up to the wagon, then sent the woman on her way with a kiss and a wave.

Making her way back to the cabin, The Kid entered just in time to find Arabella waking up. “Mornin’, Button. You sleep okay?”

Arabella stretched and yawned, then wiped the sleep from her eyes. “I sure did. G’mornin’, Kid. Where’s Miss Annie got to?”

“She’s gone to town to pick up some things for us. You hungry?”

Arabella pondered that for a moment and then said, “I’m starved. Bet I could eat a bear!”

That got a laugh from the Kid. “I think we’re fresh out of bear. But I reckon I can rustle you up some bacon and eggs. You want coffee or milk?”

“Both, please,” said the girl. While the Kid made breakfast, Arabella went outside to the privy, then came back and washed her face and hands in the basin, after she filled it with fresh water from the ewer.

When The Kid set two mugs on the table, Arabella seated herself and drank from each in turn. Moments later, The Kid put a plate of food in front of her. “Here you go,” she said, then sat down to eat her own breakfast.

Afterwards, Arabella and the Kid washed the dishes and pans they’d used. Then The Kid went out to clean the barn, where Arabella helped to put fresh straw down. Returning to the cabin, The Kid looked at what Annie had in her larder. Helping herself to various odds and ends, she threw together a pot of stew, which she set to cook.

“Keep an eye on this, Button,” she said, turning to the child. “I’m gonna go get us some chunks for the fire.”

Stepping out to the woodpile, The Kid spat into her hands, then picked up the axe and began to split logs. Soon, she came back with a generous armload of kindling.

“How’s the stew, Button?” she said, stacking the new-cut wood in the firebox.

“Good. I just gave it a stir.”

“Thanks kindly. Now while the stove’s nice and hot, I’ll fix us a bath. Give us somethin’ to do while that stew’s a-cookin’. Besides, we need to get you cleaned up, little lady — you’re too pretty to be all covered in trail dust!”

Arabella blushed, then watched with interest while The Kid got a big metal tub down and put it in the center of the room, then made several trips to the well for water. She put some of it in the tub, and the rest on the stove to heat up in two large pots. Going back out to the well, The Kid filled one last bucket, which she brought inside and set next to the tub.

“Looks like a lot of work,” Arabella said.

“Worth it, though — you’ll see,” The Kid replied. She found a towel and soap and put them near the tub on a small three-legged stool. By then the two big pots of water on the stove had come to a boil, so she poured each one into the tub. Sitting down, she took off her boots.

Arabella watched wide-eyed as the young woman removed every stitch of her clothing. Now nude, the Kid stepped in the metal tub and slowly lowered herself into the steaming water.

Now Arabella had that funny feeling between her legs, the feeling that made her want to diddle herself. She toyed with the notion of sneaking off to do that while the Kid bathed, but then she couldn’t see her naked.

Then the Kid spoke, and all thoughts of leaving the room were instantly forgotten.

“Don’t just stand there, Button. Take that dirty old shirt off and get in the tub with me. I ain’t about to heat up more water!”

Arabella was dumbstruck. Me and her, both of us naked, taking a bath together. She loved the idea, but at the same time, felt a sudden attack of shyness.

“Aw, c’mon, Pokey. I won’t watch if you’re feelin’ bashful,” the Kid said.

“I’m not!” Arabella retorted, her cheeks red, then added, “Uh, I mean, you can look if you want to.”

She unbuttoned the man’s shirt, which was all she’d worn for days. Undoing a few top buttons, she pushed the shirt off, letting it slip from her shoulders and down to the floor. The girl stood nude before her older friend.

The Kid’s heart throbbed as she studied the child’s smooth, bare body. Arabella’s long hair fell down over her flat chest, but one of the girl’s nipples peeked through. Her hips were narrow with just a hint of flare to them, her sex a tender pink cleft, framed by those lovely legs.

The Kid honestly couldn’t recall when she’d last felt such intense, all consuming desire.

Arabella dipped a toe into the tub. “Gosh, it’s hot.”

“Just get in slow, Button. Feels right nice, once you’re in.” the Kid said, unable to keep from stealing glances at Arabella’s hairless pussy.

Arabella cautiously stepped into the tub — first one foot, then the other.

“Sit here, Button.” The Kid indicated the area between her legs. “Lean back against me. I’ll help you get clean, how ‘bout that?”

As Arabella turned around just before seating herself, The Kid got a good look at the child’s flawless behind. Then she was all the way into the water, her back touching the Kid’s stiff, wet nipples.

“You do your front,” The Kid said, “then pass the soap to me, and I’ll take care of your backside.”

Taking the bar of soap from atop the stool, Arabella lathered her chest, then stood up in the small tub and soaped up her tummy and legs, then scrubbed her groin. All the while, the Kid stared as if hypnotized at the slick wet bottom of the little girl, now only a few inches from her face.

Arabella turned to hand the soap bar to The Kid. “Okay… the front of me is all done.”

Raising herself up a little, The Kid washed Arabella’s shoulders, then painted her back with creamy lather. She paused to soap her hands again before gently washing the girl’s buttocks, trailing a finger in between them. The Kid saw Arabella shiver as she caressed the ten-year-old’s rosebud.

“There you go,” The Kid murmured, giving that pert little bottom an affectionate pat. “My turn.”

Arabella sat back down and watched as the Kid soaped up her taut breasts, her nipples quickly growing stiff to the touch. Standing up in the tub, The Kid began to wash down below, Arabella awed by the sight of her older friend rubbing soap into her hard belly, then her privates. The Kid had a sparse patch of pubic hair, and Arabella loved seeing the labia enlarge as the Kid’s fingers explored her fleshy folds.

“Here,” the Kid said handing the soap back to Arabella, “You do my back now.”

Arabella had to stand up, sometimes on tiptoe, to lather the Kid’s shoulders and back. Soon she’d made it down as far as the Kid’s ass — and she hesitated, wondering whether to continue.

The Kid noticed, and said, “Guess I could wash my own butt. But you can, if you care to.”

A second later, she smiled as Arabella’s soapy hands began to roam over her firm backside, then slowly glide up and down the cleft of her anus.

“That’s it,” said The Kid looked, peering over her shoulder. “Get it nice and clean for me.”

Arabella did just that, spending much more time than she needed to get the job done. Then they took turns washing each other’s hair. Finally, they both knelt down in the tub and splashed each other with the warm water, trying to rinse most of the soap away. The Kid noticed that Arabella’s eyes kept straying to her bouncing tits.

“Stand up,” she said and they both got to their feet. Bending down to take hold of the extra bucket, The Kid raised it up high and poured the contents over the two of them. Arabella squealed, startled by the shock of the cold water.

They stepped out of the tub, and the Kid dried Arabella with the towel, fighting the temptation to put her mouth on the child’s beautiful body, so near that she could feel its warmth. just inches from her face. Arabella then watched intently as the Kid dried herself off.

Spying a tortoiseshell comb on Annie’s bedside table, The Kid used it on her own hair, then on the girl’s. Arabella winced and made faces as The Kid carefully worked out the tangles in her long blonde tresses, but she loved how it felt to nestle against The Kid’s body while they were both naked.

As the Kid returned the comb to its proper place, Arabella turned to her and said, “I got that funny feelin’ down there ‘tween my legs, Kid. Oh, I got it real bad.”

“Oh. You mean like when you and your big sister would do that thing you called diddling?”

“Uh-huh,” Arabella nodded. “I need to do that soon or I’ll go crazy, I think!”

“Well, now, Button. We don’t want you going crazy, do we?” Reaching out, she took the girl’s hand. “Tell you what, why don’t we go lay on the bed.”

Silently moving over to the bed, the woman and the child laid down side by side. Placing a hand between her thighs, The Kid began to masturbate, gently fingering her cunt. She was definitely wet, and it wasn’t from the bath.

Arabella watched wide-eyed, then let her hand move down to her own slit and began to touch herself.

“You said how you and your sister used to do this together,” the Kid said. “Would you tell me more ‘bout that, Button?”

Arabella pursed her lips, summoning up the memory. “Well, I guess I was eight or thereabouts. I woke up one mornin’ and looked over, and there was my big sister Sophia. She had the covers throwed back and her nightgown was pulled up to her belly. She was touchin’ herself. Her finger was movin’ in and out of her hole, I recall that.”

Arabella got up on her hands and knees and crawled between the Kid’s legs. She sat down cross-legged, bringing her hand back to caress her hairless slit as she watched the Kid pleasure herself.

“I watched her for awhile, then I asked what she was up to. Sophia didn’t know I’d been lookin’, and I guess I scared her some, cause she pulled the covers up. But I told her I liked seein’ her like that, so she pushed the covers back down and let me see. She told me it was called diddling, and that it was the best feeling in the world.

“So I asked her to show me how to do it. She said it had to be our secret, and then she took off her nightgown, and told me to take mine off, too.”

The Kid’s fingers worked harder and faster on herself as Arabella continued her story.

“Well, watchin’ each other diddle became our favorite game. Till one day, we did it different. Me and my sister, we started to diddle each other.” Arabella giggled, recalling the fun they had. “We did it every chance we could.”

The Kid said, “Want to do that with me? I mean, touch each other till we have our come. That sound good to you?”

Arabella’s eyes were ablaze with excitement. “Gosh, yes! I’d love that more than anything!”

“Lay down next to me. You can touch my titties, if you’ve a mind to.”

The child did just that — fondling The Kid’s breasts, then exploring more of the young woman’s body. The Kid shivered, head spinning as Arabella’s fingers got familiar with her.

Then they were lying side by side, facing one another. Arabella had her hand on the Kid’s pussy, and the Kid was trailing a finger up and down through Arabella’s moist slit, going deeper in the little girl’s smooth crease with each caress.

Soon, they found each other’s clits, and the motions of the ten-year-old girl and her older lover quickly grew more vigorous.

Suddenly, Arabella pushed herself half on top of the Kid, mounting her leg. She took the Kid’s left nipple into her mouth, grabbing and groping at the other breast as she rubbed herself off against her partner’s thigh.

Grinding back against Arabella’s juicy cunt, The Kid began to toy with the girl’s firm little bottom. Her fingers strayed into the crack, pressing against the tender anus.

That made Arabella rub herself harder and faster against the Kid, her thin body jacking back and forth until, with a shriek, she reached climax.

Dazed, slowly swaying atop the woman, Arabella managed to dismount The Kid’s leg, then collapsed by her side and lay there, glassy eyed and panting.

After she’d come to her senses, Arabella said, “That was… it was real good.”

“Well, you did all the work yourself, Button,” the Kid said. “Now it’s your turn. Lay back and let me show you a few things.”

Arabella stretched herself out, then sighed blissfully as The Kid nuzzled her neck, then licked a path up to her chin, ending with a soft kiss on the lips. Drawing back, the young woman gazed down at her.

“Listen, Button,” said The Kid, a quiver in her voice, “I been wantin’ to do this with you ever since you first woke out there in the desert and looked up at me. Once I saw them pretty brown eyes of yours, I was a goner. Now I’m gonna make love to you, the way only a woman can do it.”

Arabella couldn’t speak, could barely breathe. She stared into the kindly face of the woman who had saved her life… who now wanted to teach her about love. Finally, she managed to nod and whisper, “Yes. Please.”

The Kid bent down for another kiss… only this time, the tip of her tongue brushed Arabella’s lower lip. It surprised the child, making her gasp — and before she knew what was happening, that warm, wet tongue had gained entrance to her mouth.

A startled Arabella nearly pulled away, but just in time, she realized: This is how grownups kiss. She’d seen her parents do it that way a time or two, at least before they’d converted to the religious faith that had led them out west. It thrilled her, the idea of being kissed that way by The Kid.

Arabella relaxed, letting The Kid’s tongue explore her mouth, quickly deciding that she liked it a lot. In fact, it made her want to participate.

Her tongue stirred to life, moving to engage with The Kid’s. She was timid at first, but overcame that almost immediately. Soon, the woman and the ten-year-old were kissing like ardent lovers.

Suddenly, The Kid broke away, and Arabella whimpered in disappointment. She got over that soon enough, as The Kid began to nuzzle her way down to the child’s flat chest, licking at one tiny nipple, then the other. And when Arabella felt the woman take the tingling bud between her lips to suckle, she cried out in awe, clenching her little fists.

The Kid lavished attention on her nipples, then kissed her way down Arabella’s slight body. The girl watched, her heart racing as the Kid’s face got closer to her special place, which was her sister Sophia’s name for it.

Arabella once asked Sophia if they could maybe kiss each other down there, just to find out what it would feel like…? But her sister had refused.

Now the child stared up at the ceiling, her body pulsing in anticipation, thinking, Please, Kid… PLEASE do that to me!

Then it happened. The thing she’d wanted so badly for so long was taking place. The Kid was kissing and licking between her legs. It felt better than diddling, a million times better. Raising up on her elbows, she watched in wonder as the Kid’s tongue traced her cunt, again and again.

The pleasure quickly mounted into something unimaginably good — and Arabella fell back on the bed, raising her knees, wailing, “Oh my d-dear sweet lord! I love you, Kid. I love you forever an’ ever. Don’t stop, don’t STOP! Ohhhhhh!”

Arabella’s back arched, and her legs went out straight and rigid as those wonderful feelings cascaded down on her like a cleansing spring rain. She shook and trembled, her voice rising to a shriek, then she went limp, sinking into the sweat-dampened sheets.

The Kid’s mouth was no longer down there licking, but somehow it didn’t matter. Arabella lay quietly, feeling warm from head to toe, thinking about how perfect this moment was. I want a lot more moments like that. Me and The Kid. I love her so much.

The Kid briefly cuddled Arabella, then got up, letting the child rest. While she dozed, The Kid tended the stew. She added more wood to the stove and made dumplings, adding them to the bubbling pot. While it simmered, The Kid got out the flour crock and made biscuits. Lining them up on a greased tin baking sheet, she slid them into the oven, then dragged the tub of bathwater outside and dumped it in the vegetable garden.

The sun was beginning to move down in the sky when the Kid heard Annie return in the wagon. She went out to help return the ox to its stall and unload the supplies. Annie was surprised and pleased to see that The Tequila Kid was naked but for a pair of moccasins.

As they entered the cabin, Arabella woke up and covered herself with a blanket, but not before Annie had got a glimpse of the nude girl.

Annie’s heart throbbed as she tried to make sense of it all. She’s naked in my bed… and The Kid ain’t got a stitch on either. Could they maybe have…? She’d seen the still-damp wash tub on the stoop, and knew that they’d bathed while she was in town — but something told her that there’d been more going on between The Kid and Button than just getting themselves clean.

The child was looking about for the man’s shirt she’d been wearing, finally spying it on the back of a chair where The Kid had hung it. She pointed at the ragged garment, her cheeks flushed. “Um, Kid, could you hand me that?”

“Hold on, Button!” Annie said, shaking her head. “Don’t put that dirty old thing back on, not after you’ve took a bath.” She went over to a battered old chifferobe in the corner, opened its door and rummaged around inside, emerging with a nightshirt. She handed it to the girl. “Here. You can wear this.”

Arabella smiled. “Much obliged, Miss Annie.” Letting the blanket fall from her bare body, she stood, slipping into the cotton nightie. The women both watched, though Annie was thrilled the most by the sight.

The Kid didn’t bother to dress herself, electing to remain nude. Annie and Arabella had no objections to that.

They all sat down to eat. After the first bite, it was agreed by all that the meal was delicious.

“These are the best dumplings I ever ate.” Annie declared, mopping up the last of the gravy from her plate with a biscuit.

The Kid looked into the pot. “There’s just a little stew left. Who wants it?”

“Ooooohhh… I’ll bust if I eat another bite!” Arabella declared.

“Well, I ain’t had vittles this good in ages. Guess I’ll finish it.” Annie said, holding out her plate.

The Tequila Kid took the can of cling peaches out of her saddle bag and displayed it to the others. She’d found it earlier in the day, having forgotten it was there. “Are you sure you can’t eat nothin’ else, Button?” she teased.

The child’s eyes lit up. “Wellllll… maybe a couple bites more.”

They ate from the can, passing it around and spearing the slices of golden fruit with a fork. It made a fine dessert. The thick rich syrup had them licking their lips afterwards.

When the can was empty, they joined in to clean the plates, pots and cutlery, then drifted back to the table and sat. Annie got the jug out, then she and The Kid took a couple swigs from it.

When Annie rose to put the jug away, the Kid got up too — and as the woman turned around, the Kid put both arms around Annie and kissed her on the mouth. Unable to help herself, Annie made the kiss a passionate one. Then she spied the little girl out of the corner of her eye and hastily stepped away.

Embarrassed, Annie glanced at Arabella. “Sorry, Button. I forgot you was right there.”

The girl just smiled. “It’s okay. I don’t mind if you two kiss. I think it’s beautiful.”

“Well, here’s somethin’ I think is beautiful,” The Kid said as she began to unfasten Annie’s blouse.

With a nervous laugh, Annie tried to push The Kid away. Undeterred, The Kid gave a hard yank on Annie’s skirt, which came loose and fell to the floor, revealing her plain cotton drawers.

The Kid looked over at Arabella. “Bet you’d like to see Annie all naked… wouldn’t you, Button?”

“I sure would!” Arabella said, surprised by how quickly she’d answered — and how much she meant it.

“Well there ya go, Annie.” The Kid said, “she wants to see.”

Annie could only gape, her eyes flicking back and forth from the little girl to the young woman as the Kid slowly removed every stitch of her clothing. When Annie was as naked as The Kid, they began to share caresses and increasingly hungry kisses.

“Oh, Kid,” Annie whispered, her hands trembling as she touched her younger lover, “what are we doing? This is plumb crazy.”

“No, it ain’t, not at all,” The Kid murmured, glancing over at little Arabella. “Just look at her, Annie. She loves watchin’ us. It’s plain as day.”

Annie turned to look, a blissful sigh escaping her lips at the wondrous sight of this child of ten, wearing nothing but an old threadbare nightshirt that was practically transparent. The girl’s nipples could easily be perceived beneath the thin material, and the oversized nightie had slipped down to expose one of Arabella’s shoulders.

As she stared, Annie felt The Kid’s hands — rough, yet wonderfully gentle — reach from behind to cup her bare breasts. She twisted around and kissed the younger woman, her arms twining round The Kid’s back, hands sliding down to fondle her ass.

The kiss was long and deep, and when the two women finally drifted apart, The Kid turned to Arabella and said, “Stand up, Button.”

On shaky legs, trying not to seem as timid as she felt, the little girl rose to her feet, bracing herself for whatever was about to happen. Arabella had loved her afternoon of sex with The Kid, but watching Miss Annie and The Kid kiss and touch each other with no clothes on thrilled her nearly as much.

Placing a hand on Annie’s cunt, The Kid effortlessly slipped two fingers inside her. Gazing steadily into Arabella’s eyes, she said, “I can tell that Annie thinks you’re real pretty, Button. You got her so wet that my fingers went right in her. What do you think about Annie?”

Arabella’s mouth moved a couple times with nothing coming out, then she managed to say in a shaky voice, “You’re sure beautiful, Miss Annie.”

“You like seeing us both naked?” The Kid asked. Arabella nodded eagerly.

The Kid turned to Annie. “She’s sure a cute thing, ain’t she?”

“She… she’s perfect,” the older woman breathed. “Like an angel, come down from paradise.”

“Bet you’d like to see her take that nightie off, wouldn’t ya?” Annie could only nod ‘yes’ as the Kid continued to finger her vagina.

The Kid looked back at the little girl. “Well, how ‘bout it, Button? Annie would like to see you naked. Come on, it’s only fair — we got nothin’ on, and you’re lookin’ mighty hard at us.”

By then, Annie was so overwhelmed that her legs were shaking, so the Kid sat her down on the bed, then padded over to Arabella. Placing her hands on the young girl’s shoulders, she walked her to the bed to stand in front of Annie.

The Kid bent to kiss Arabella’s neck and shoulders. Almost without thinking, Annie began to finger her own cunt, eyes locked on the little girl’s sweet face.

Arabella grasped two handfuls of the nightshirt and slowly lifted it, baring her childish body. Tugging the garment over her head and off, she let it drop carelessly to the floor. Annie whimpered, her eyes growing moist as she stared at the nude girl before her.

The Kid gently nudged Arabella forward till she stood between Annie’s open legs. Slowly extending her hands, Arabella reached out to cup Annie’s generous breasts. She weighed them, savored their heft, then began to caress the tender globes.

“Can… can I kiss you, Button?” asked Annie, timid as a schoolgirl. Arabella gave the woman a bashful nod, and they drifted together until their lips met.

The Kid watched, her excitement growing as they kissed with an increasing fervor, their tongues flickering back and forth. Then she feasted on the sight of Arabella’s flawless young body once again, especially her bare behind. While she marveled at its beauty, Annie’s hands slid down the child’s back until she was cupping that tender bottom. The Kid began to finger her cunt, losing herself in the moment.

Annie’s eyes met the Kid’s and they shared a brief smile, then the woman reached out to touch her little lover’s face. “Would you like to lay down with me, Button?” she asked.

With a dazzling smile of her own, Arabella said, “I’d like that very much, Miss Annie.”

They gently climbed onto the bed, moving as if they were caught up in a dream and didn’t want to awaken. Annie lay back, pulling the girl on top of her, and they kissed again.

Moving next to the bed, The Kid reached out to fondle Arabella’s bottom with one hand, rubbing Annie’s tits with the other. As their kiss deepened, the child started grinding her pelvis against Annie’s groin, moaning with a growing need, seeking release.

Watching this, The Kid got an idea. “Here, Button,” she said, “sit up… now, let’s move you to here.” She took Arabella by the shoulders, guiding the child until she was straddling the older woman’s face. “Good. Now we set you down on Annie’s mouth — and you ride it, like you’re gonna ride a horse.”

Arabella looked down into Annie’s adoring eyes as she offered her smooth slit to this new lover, who began to lick and kiss the child’s small opening.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, The Kid went down on Annie, burying her mouth in the hot, juicy flesh.

Arabella glanced over her shoulder, feeling an extra thrill when she saw what the Kid was doing to Annie. Turning back, she whispered “I love you,” to Miss Annie, then closed her eyes, working herself even harder against Annie’s eager mouth and tongue.

As the Kid licked Annie, Annie licked Arabella — until they both reached orgasm at almost the same instant. The woman’s moans were muffled by the cunt of the little girl, whose choked cry filled the cabin.

Spent, Arabella collapsed next to an equally dazed Annie. Raising herself up, The Kid knelt on the bed looking at them and masturbating, and the older woman and young girl watched as she came.

The Kid lay down on the other side of Arabella, and they rested together in the shared afterglow.

After a few minutes, The Kid sat up. “Y’know,” she said, “This here bed’s a mite too soft for me. You two sleep here, I’ll take the bedroll tonight.”

The Kid kissed Annie and Arabella goodnight, then got up and spread out the bedroll, making herself cozy. She dozed off with a smile on her lips, serenaded by the sounds of giggles and sighs from the bed.

This way to: Chapter Five!

 

17 Comments on Tears of the Sun, Chapter 4

  1. Purple Les says:

    I just want to express my thanks once again to JetBoy for his editing and contributions to the story.

    • JetBoy says:

      Well, I want to offer thanks of my own to Purple Les — first, for giving me great material to work with, and second, for her generosity in allowing me to shape and expand on her text. She is a top-notch writing partner, and sweet as ten Milky Ways.

  2. Jake says:

    I always enjoy it when her hands slides to cup the firm butt, and fingers explore.
    It’s time to cum.

  3. Swan says:

    Excellent story, I am enjoying it quite a lot. Keep up the good work!

  4. mike says:

    i suppose like most people i spotted this coming last chapter, but even so , the build-up and the description – wonderful.
    for western fans, there is a similarly themed story on laslita at present called ‘the gunslinger’ – well worth a read.

  5. No One says:

    Wow! The tale had a slow build-up, but damn, this chapter quickly kicked things up to red-hot levels. We knew from last chapter that Annie and The Kid were about to get it on, but I didn’t expect everything else to develop so fast. Very sexy stuff. I especially liked how The Kid uses Annie’s desire for Arabella to tease her.

    Looking forward to seeing where the story goes from here. Surely The Kid and Arabella might be tempted to just stay with Annie now… Maybe they’ll return after Kid gets justice for Arabella’s family.

  6. collie says:

    This is a fantastic story! Thank you for sharing it.

  7. David says:

    Another great and erotic chapter. Great writing and detail really sets it off. I love the western theme and look forward to the next chapter.

  8. sue says:

    YES! Really worth the wait. We knew from the last chapter the Kid and Annie would have sex. The Kid and Button also finally happened. And The Kid, Button and Annie. Wow just great. Was not ready for all the great sex.

  9. Euphorsyne,Thalia & Aglia says:

    Awesome! absolutely awesome!
    The Kid & Annie and now with Buttons…Mmm! “Like an angel, come down from paradise”
    The much anticipated sex was well worth it!
    Great piece of writing, Purple Les!

    can’t wait to see what happens in the next chapters!

  10. Purple Les says:

    thank you all. I love knowing what readers think about the chapters, so thank you again for your comments.

    And stay tuned, things get moving from here.

  11. Myka & Sophia says:

    Wow! Purple Les we’ve so enjoyed reading this story but now the ‘bubble has burst’ you have really got us hooked … loving it! … Thanks from us both !.

    • Purple Les says:

      Thank you, always love it when someone has a nice comment on an old or new story. JetBoy who more then edits, I’d say he’s like quality control, added some nice touches.

      Thanks again, Myka & Sophia

  12. Bryan says:

    You are a freaking genius

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