The Overland Stage

Just then the bugle sounded again. Robin broke the kiss and cursed at the driver above them. They separated and straightened their clothes, being careful not to look at each other. Soon the stage stopped and they simply sat waiting until the team was harnessed and they were moving again.
“Sorry,” Carrie said shortly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Robin said, biting her lip in embarassment. The only thing worse than Carrie’s attack on her, was the fact that she liked it. She never would have believed that. She had heard of two women making love before, the Babylonians had been doing it for centuries, or so she had heard. But Americans?

“Wh… what would you have done next?” Robin asked, shaking so badly that her teeth chattered.
“What?”
“If he hadn’t of blown the bugle, what would you have done next?
“Well, I would have kissed your breasts and sucked on your nipples,” Carrie said quietly.
“And then?”
Carrie leaned down and slid the open bodice off Robin’s breasts. Robin started to stop her, but jerked her hand back nervously.

“While I was sucking on those breasts,” Carrie said, filling her mouth with the slightly sweaty tasting skin of Robin’s right breast, “I would slide my hand down and inside the hem of your dress like this,” Carrie mumbled around her nipple, as she hiked Robin’s dress up and touched her naked thigh. She rubbed it gently for a moment, wile feeding on Robin’s ample bosom like a baby nursing on it’s mother. Then as she strummed the nipple with her tongue, she slid her hand up and stopped just short of Robin’s pussy. Shaking and gasping for breath, Robin held Carrie’s head against her chest, while she waited for that hand to touch her moist womanhood. It seemed like years before the soft fingers began to move again. Leaning back and closing her eyes, Robin waited for an eternity, until those soft fingers touched the cotton fabric of her pantaloons, and pressed it against her moist pussy.

“Oh God,” Robin gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.
“Women,” Carrie said before licking the nipple diligently, then sucking it for a moment, “are made to love other women,” she finished as she changed breast.

“Women know how to love a woman. Most fantasize about it during the day, or while making love to their husbands at night,” she said, clamping her lips over Robin’s left breast and sucking most of it into her mouth. She then slid back and nursed on the nipple again before speaking.

“Men are away hunting, working, or fighting Indians, going to war, or buying supplies. Women are left alone,” she said, licking the breast again. “They need love. They need relief. I like to provide that relief,” she smiled, then lowered her hot red lips to Robin’s breast and sucked diligently. Robin felt a tremendous heat, and a lot of moisture between her legs. Carrie’s hand felt good, but she needed more.

“The… then what?” Robin insisted.
“Then?” Carrie smiled. “Then I would move on to the good part. Are you ready for that?” she asked playfully.
“Oh yes,” Robin gasped.
“Then take off your pantaloons for me,” she whispered, before looking out the window and up, to make sure the conductor wasn’t watching.

“Here? Now?” Robin asked nervously. The driver or conductor only had to lean down and look inside to see them. She had seen the conductor do so many times in the past few days.
“Let’s move up front,” Carrie agreed. They shifted a pile of mail and luggage, until they had an excellent little place directly below the conductor. Now there was no way to be seen.
“Take them off,” Carrie said anxiously.

“Oh my,” Robin said, undecided. She looked at Carrie licking her lips, and that movement decided her. She reached down and jerked off her pantaloons. She needed to feel that tongue on her pussy. If she didn’t, she would regret it all her life. She watched as Carrie’s head disappeared beneath her dress. The lump, which was her head, moved closer and closer to her crotch. She was shaking so badly that she couldn’t breath. It was the most exciting moment of her life. She would never forget this, never! She only wished that Carrie would hurry. What was she doing? Was she smelling her pussy, Robin wondered in horror. Was it nasty after so much travel? She had tried to clean up whenever she could, but it had not been easy. She should warn…

Carrie’s gentle lips touched Robin’s small, hot pussy. She stiffened and squealed lightly at the contact. She was sure the sound of the horses, and the chains and rattle of wheels, would cover the sound. What if the conductor checked?

The warmth of Carrie’s lips on her quivering pussy flesh was just plain heavenly. The tickle of her fluttering tongue made Robin moan and squirm on the soft leather seat. She watched Carrie’s head bobbing beneath her dress, as she lapped steadily in her cunt. It was indescribable. The intense heat and pleasure felt absolutely sinful between her legs. She squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples as the fire spread to her chest. Carrie certainly knew how to please a woman. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere. It fluttered like a butterfly, then probed her depths like a small, pointed cock.

Robin lifted her legs and rested her feet on the seat. With a hurried hand, she pulled her dress down around her waist so she could see Carrie licking her womanhood. It was a delightful sight.
“Thanks, I was suffocating,” Carrie smiled brightly. Her face glistened with Robin’s juice. Robin felt embarrassed. She would have wiped Carrie’s face, if she had anything to wipe it with. Too late, it was back nuzzling in her pussy, and it felt oh so wonderful.

“My God!” Robin gasped. Her legs and ass tingled, her pussy was on fire. Tendrils of electricity shot clear up to her breasts. Grunting animal-like sounds, she threw her head back and banged it roughly on the board seat, through the thin material of the canvas coach. She gasped and pushed Carrie away. She threw down her skirt just as a head appeared in the window.

“What?” the conductor shouted.
“We need water, this woman feels faint,” Robin yelled.
“Just a minute.” In a moment a canvas bag was handed into the window. “Anything else?”
“No, we are fine,” Robin assured him. She dropped the canvas bag on the floor and sighed.
“That was close,” Carrie said as she massaged Robin’s soft thighs. “And just when I was having fun,” she pouted.

“Get back in there!” Robin commanded, lifting her dress. With a giggle Carrie disappeared beneath the fabric of her dress. Once again her head bobbed in the fabric of her dress, between Robin’s shuddering legs. The mouth and tongue felt so wonderful, so absolutely heavenly. There were no words to describe the heat, softness, and the pure fire of passion she felt.

Suddenly the fire intensified to an intolerable level. She was taken by surprise by the horrible wave lust the filled her pussy. It began quivering against Carrie’s beautiful face. The tongue continued to stimulate the flesh, as it spasmed and jerked. She tipped her head back and cried out, with her hand massaging Carrie’s head through the material of her dress. In a moment her orgasm died, and Carrie reluctantly pulled from beneath her dress. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and picked up the water bag. She rinsed her hands one at a time, then cupped her hand and filled it with enough water to wash her face.

With a smile she handed the bag to Robin. Robin took a quick drink and sat back with a big smile on her face. “Wonderful,” she sighed.
“I’m glad you liked it. Now I guess you too are a sexual pervert. How does it feel?”
“Wonderful,” Robin said again, absently rubbing her stomach with a blissful expression. “Does it feel like that every time?”
“As far as I know.”
“I am the happiest woman in the world,” Robin sighed.
“Tadatadatadaaaaa.”
“I’m going to shoot that son-of-a-bitch,” Robin howled, leaping off her seat and digging for her bag.

“No,” Carrie said, wrestling the bag out of her hand. “Do not shoot our driver, California is a long way off yet, we need him” she giggled, falling back on the seat and caressing Robin’s pretty head.