Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Girls

[yaturtle]

Sarah's maneuvering was not lost on butch, and he was glad enough for it. A thousand things were running through his mind, as he tried to come up with just the right words, maybe take her hands and kiss her?. Problem was the women wouldn't stop chittere'n long enough for him to think! Afore he knew it she closing the door and he was alone with tempest. The horse snorted and shook his head while Butch untied him." So you think this is funny do ya " Tempest ignored him as he mounted up. On the slow trip back he reflected on what she had said.

Just two days later the sun rose over Rockridge. Tempest sipped at the cool water of the stream . Next to him Butch sat with his back resting against a tree.
His eyes were closed as he soaked up the the warmth of the new day. In his hands was a fistful of wildflowers.

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella had taken her planned stroll to the creek the next morning, only to spend almost two hours there before realizing that Butch wasn't coming. She would have stayed there the entire day if need be if Clara hadn't shown up high on the bank hollering down through the trees, "Mama's gettin' steamy out the ears 'cause you ain't doing your chores!"

The elder sister moped around the rest of the day, to the point that her mother finally threatened to spank the 22 year old if she didn't explain. Despite the sinfulness of having snuck off to meet with a man, Bella confessed. She'd been expected to be slapped and grounded to the cabin and its immediate surroundings, despite being a grown woman.

But Bella got the shock of a lifetime when her mother replied, "Well, maybe he'll be there tomorrow. Don't give up so easily. If'n you'd told me, I could have done up your hair."

Bella couldn't believe what she'd heard, and she grilled her mother on the subject. Sarah resisted revealing her true thoughts initially, but finally -- in a round-about and vague way -- admitted that she had no druthers about her daughter become Butch Cassidy's out-of-wedlock lover.

And bright and early the next morning, Sarah was helping her daughter with a bath, her hair. Clara, of course, wanted to know what was going on: it was neither a school day because harvest season was in full swing, nor was it Sunday meaning no dress up for church.

Sarah dealt with the situation by grasping her younger daughter's hand and dragging her to town, walking all the way rather than taking Raleigh, to ensure that they were gone from the property longer. Sarah didn't know how far the meeting with Butch might go today -- simple conversation or the claiming of the girl's virginity? -- but Sarah was going to make sure that what ever happened, she and Clara were not going to be around to either prevent it or witness it.

Of course, there was still every chance that, again, the outlaw might not show up. Sarah knew it; Bella feared it. The latter was trying not to get her hopes up as she walked slowly down the from the hill to the tree line flanking the stream. It was quite possible that Butch had decided Bella held no interest for him

And yet, when she passed through the trees and arrived at the stream's bank, there he was, laying back against a tree trunk, his eyes closed in the rising warmth of the early morning sun. Bella patted Tempest on the nose as she passed, to reassure the beautiful beast that she was friend, not foe, then quietly made her way down the trail toward the outlaw. Because of the sound of the rippling creek, Bella was able to get within 6 feet of Butch and interrupt his sunnin' before he flinched and opened his eyes.

Bella hadn't considered the effect of standing between the powerful sun and the man now looking up at her. With the sun directly behind her, Bella's dress and the slip below it faded away into an aura effect around her silhouetted body. Before him, Butch would see the outline of her dramatic hour glass figure; from his perspective, Bella would appear as if a naked angel, shy a set of wings, of course.

 

[yaturtle]

butch had not survived this long by being a fool. He had scouted the area carefully the day before. He had carefully laid twigs along every approach to his position. His best buddy tempest would always whinny and stomp at the approach of a stranger . While his eyes where closed he knew full well was approaching.What caught him off guard was her silhouette in the morning sun.
" Good god almighty ain't you a vision". Butch pulled himself up to look down at her as she blushed beet red. ' I brung you some flowers but they aint neary as perty as you. He extended his arms to give her the flowers and their fingers touched. Butch felt a touch of confusion as he was normally comfortable and even glib around women, where as now his mouth was dry and he was at a loss for words.

 

[BellaMiles]

"Good god almighty ain't you a vision," Butch said as he rose to exchange the naked silhouette of Bella for a clearer one of her in her Sunday best.

She blushed, giggled, and then -- realizing how pert he was -- said, "I thought I snuck you up, but you knew I was here all along, didn't ya?"

"I brung you some flowers," he went on, presenting the bouquet. "But they ain't neary as perty as you."

Bella giggled again, taking the offering. She buried her nose into them for a deep breath, gave an almost moaning exhalation, then stepped a bit closer to Butch and pushed them up to his face. "I'm bettin' you didn't smell'em. Men, they just never stop to smell the roses, always in a hurry to get things done."

Then, hoping for the right answer, Bella asked with a bit of hope in her voice, "You don't have no where to go, do you, Mister Cassidy? You can stick round a while?"



They wound up spending almost four hours together there at the river bank. They found warm sun initially, then when it warmed found shade. They talked about Bella's position as the Rockridge Schoolmarm, a position for which many had thought her too young but for which she'd shown a great aptitude. They talked about all the places Butch had seen in his travels. Bella wanted to ask more about his occupation, but she had a horrific fear that if she knew too much about his criminal ways, she might come to realize that the two of them shouldn't be together.

After other topics like her father's tragic death, the upcoming Harvest Festival, the end of the cattle drives, and even the animal shaped clouds in the sky above them, Bella -- laying on her back -- suddenly began unlacing her tall boots and giggling to herself. Once both had been shed, she carefully made her way down the grass and dirt toward the stream. Leaning down to take hold of her dress, Bella pulled it clean up to her knees and entered the cold, slow moving water with yet more laughter.

"C'm'on, Butch," she tempted him, "it feels wonderful!"

She kicked the clean liquid his way, then again, before tip toeing carefully around the gravelly bottom, looking for crayfish and fingerling fish. She repeatedly called out there's one or looky as the animal life of the waterway pleased her.

 

[yaturtle]

Butch just smiled and a gave a playful touch on the nose."course I got time for you honey , did you think I would pick flowers and wait here just to tell you I have to go? All afternoon as they talked he had been looking for the right moment to kiss her and take her in his arms. He never dreamed after three hours he would find himself standing in a stream while she giggled and praddled on about critters and such. Suddenly she caught her toe on something and lurched forward smack into butch's chest. Her hands were still holding onto her dress as he caught her and looked down into her eyes. He couldn't take the waiting anymore ,cupping her face in his hands he kissed good. Bellas eyes went wide and she froze at first.

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella had been anticipating this moment all morning, but once it arrived she was somewhat terrified. She had never kissed a boy as a young girl, and even now at 22, this very moment was the first time a male had put his lips to hers. She had no experience, no knowledge, no skill at kissing; it was awkward at first, but as the seconds passed, Bella found her lips somehow matching up to the slow but erotic movements of Butch's own.

When their mouths finally separated, Bella realized that she was trembling deep down to her core. She blushed a fiery red, then giggled nervously. She dropped her eyes, so far in fact that the top of her head pressed into Butch's chest. She simply stood there, unmoving, feeling Butch's hands as they'd dropped to her shoulders.

This was all so wrong but all so right at the same time. The Preacher would have had a fit seeing the innocent girl like this in the hands of an outlaw. (Ironically, though Bella didn't know, the Preacher was a Friend of the Hole in the Wall Gang, whose members -- at Butch's direction, maybe? -- had been responsible for the funds that had rebuilt the church after a fire three years earlier.)

Aside from the Preacher, Bella's mother would have pitch an even greater fit at seeing her chaste daughter being touched by any man. But, obviously, that had changed. Sarah Miles was just as eager -- maybe more so -- to see a man of means take an interest in her elder daughter during these times of growing need.

And what about Bella herself? How did she feel about this? Well, she was the one who'd told Butch she'd be here for a morning walk. She'd been the one who'd come here two days running and would have continued to come here morning after morning until either Butch arrived, confirmed his lack or interest, or got killed.

She should have ended this now with a single kiss, telling Butch she needed to go home to finish her chores. Instead, Bella looked up into Butch's eyes again and said in barely above a whisper, "I've never been with a man, Mister Cassidy ... in that way."

 

[yaturtle]

Butch was touched ,confused ,excited all at the same time. He thought she was a virgin but not completely sure until that moment. He gently pecked the top of her head and rocked her in his arms." Well you are beautiful young women and you won't have a problem with that I'm sure. Please call me butch I aint your granddaddy." He led her back up the bank to the tree were she found him. He held her hands and kissed her cheek softly. " Does Sarah know you set out to meet me here?. After Bella sputtered out the truth and the whole story Butch let out sigh of relief . He didn't want to make an enemy of Sarah sundown." Your Ma's a wise women and she did a fine job on your hair. You know she didn't let you come up here to chase fish around the stream." He sat himself down with his back to the tree pulling Bella down to sit on his lap. When he kissed her this time she melted into his arms and he felt her heat on his leg.

 

[BellaMiles]

"Well you are beautiful young women, and you won't have a problem with that I'm sure," Butch responded to Bella's admission that she'd never been with a man in the Biblical sense.

Her face scrunched up in a bit of a grimace at that, though. Bella had meant him to take two things away from the confessions, that one, she was a virgin and two, she was ready not to be one anymore. It didn't sound as if the man had understood that -- while still trembling inside from all that was happening -- Bella was essentially offering herself to him.

But she quickly came to realize that Butch was riding the same trail as she was when he sat against the tree and pulled her into his lap. She initially came down upon him with her right knee in the grass and her left shin upon his thigh. But as he pulled her in to press his mouth to hers, Bella rearranged her left leg such that she straddled him in a way no unmarried girl should do with an outlaw.

Bella found herself instantly lost to Butch. The need to feel a man in this way had been building in her for years, even if she hadn't truly understood it. Her understanding of intimacy and sex was so slight it could fit in a thimble and still have room left over for her pinky. And yet Bella wrapped her arms around Butch's neck and used her still bared tippy toes to push against the ground, causing the space between them to disappear until it would have been hard for even a horse fly to zip between their forms.

She'd never kissed a man until this day, but Bella was a quick study. She paid attention to what Butch did with his lips and tongue and matched him movement for movement until it almost felt like it was her teaching him to smooch. What was happening down below, though, took no thought at all. Bella's crotch yearned for attention, and after a moment she was surprised to realize that she was grinding her panty-hidden pussy against the bulge that had formed south of his beltline.

"I've never been with a man," Bella whispered between kisses, desperate that he fully understood her meaning and desire but unable to simply command him to claim her virginity. She ended with, "Never been."

 

[yaturtle]

As worked up as they were Butch still had his wits about him. As the old saying goes he was not about to get caught with his pants down. And He was determined to see everything her silhouette had promised. His hands moved down to her bottom and guided her grinding on his cock . Butch's lips found her neck and he whispered to her " yir doin just fine Bella honey ,just fine. "let's just stand up a bit okay. When they got to their feet she buried her head in his chest again. Butch took the opportunity to scout around a bit. He led over to tempest and the soft patch of grass he was feeding on. Butch untied the bed roll from his horse Grumbling quietly to the horse "who's laughing now?. After laying out the roll ,he turned back to Bella and kissed her." Honey I will send you back to yur ma with your things as nice and perty as she sent you to me. " Butch casually lifted his own shirt over his head and laid it on the grass. Bella immediately blushed and turned away ,but butch reached out and turned her back. He looked into her eyes and guided her hands to his chest and kissed her some more. As her passion rose again he whispered to her " now let's get you out of that dress."

 

[BellaMiles]

(OOC: For a reminder -- even though these are not today's clothes -- this is Bella.)

"Yir doin just fine Bella honey, just fine," Butch tried to reassure the young woman in his lap.

It didn't feel just fine, though, as the man grasped her butt cheeks and intensified her movements atop his now fully stiffened erection. The pleasure building within her crotch was, at the same time, incredibly wonderful and incredibly confusing. She was slowly realizing that the sensations she was feeling now were the same she experienced when she masturbated, which she'd only begun doing a year earlier and had only done perhaps a dozen times or so. If Bella had discovered orgasm as well, she likely would have had her fingers between her thighs a dozen or so times a day! But climax had been elusive so far.

Butch themselves up and guided Bella to where he then laid out his bedroll. Initially confused, she soon realized he was preparing a place for them to lay together. He lifted his shirt off his torso, and as he did, Bella felt a chill run up her spine, exploding in goose pimples all over her arms and even her legs. Bella had only ever seen a man shirtless twice in her life, both times when her father had rushed outside at night to tend to critters hassling their livestock; one of those beasts had actually been a man, at whom Papa had fired his shotgun.

Bella just stared at the man's chest and belly and shoulders and chest again. Something about him was lovely; something about him was exciting; something about him made her womanhood stir, even after it was no longer grinding against his manhood. Butch guided her hand to his chest, and Bella took a long minute, maybe two, just tracing the tip of an extended index finger along the crevasses between his muscles or pressing her palm against the whole of them and caressing him from collar bone to belly button.

She slid a hand around his waist as she moved in close to him again, meeting his mouth in a kiss. By now, she was learning how to do this, following Butch's own use of his mouth; confidence was building inside Bella at an exponential rate, and wrapping a second hand around his body -- holding him, caressing him, digging her short, working fingernails into him as if afraid he would stop and leave -- she found herself falling deep into a never before felt world of lustfulness.

"Now, let's get you out of that dress," Butch said after she pulled back to look into his eyes.

Bella backed up two full steps and, without hesitation, began unbuttoning her dress from neck to belly button, just as she would four years from now on the night they would decide to leave Rockridge. Her eyes never left Butch's eyes, although his were following the progression of her fingers down the middle of her bosom.

The unwrapping of Bella Sundance began with pulling the dress off her shoulders and letting it drop to the grass about her feet. Incredibly, though, very little of Bella's flesh was revealed by this act. She wore a slip that covered her torso from just below the clavicles to past her waist and, therefore, hid the skin of her bosom and belly. Its thin, cotton cloth did, however, give stimulating hints at the wondrous shape and bounty of Bella's breasts, as well as the large nipples that were almost painfully swollen by the excitement of the moment.

If Bella had been born into a more wealthy family, she likely would have been wearing a corset or perhaps just a bustier. Instead, she wore what the poor daughter of a dead miner wore. Ironically, her simple garments were likely as erotic and tantalizing as anything some wealthy southern bell might have worn. If Bella had been born a century later and had gone shopping for contemporary undergarments, she would have been shopping for something called a C-cup brassiere, which would have only made for an even more exciting viewing by the outlaw before her now.

Beneath the slip, the rest of her body all the way down to her ankles was hidden by pantaloons. Although she was no longer in silhouette with the bright sun behind her, Bella knew that the thin cloth of the legged garment would give darker hints at the legs within them. In addition, of course, there was now a gap that began at her ankles and narrowed as one followed the garments upwards, ending finally at her most private (for now) of places.

She hesitated a moment for Butch to ogle her underlayer, then without the need for prompting began unbuttoning the slip as well. Now, at least, flesh was coming into view. The deep cleavage between her firm, bountiful breasts appeared first, then as Bella pulled the slip from and slid it down her body, those breasts themselves came into full view. She crossed her arms over her titties for a moment, once again blushing a fiery red. The contrast between shy girl and lust filled woman must have been so very obvious.

After yet another moment of hesitation, Bella slowly slid her arms down, revealing the mounds of womanly beauty as she untied the thong around her waist. She tugged the pantaloons' waist band outward, hesitated again -- she was trembling deep down and her breathing had become noticeably deeper and speedy -- and pushed the last garment downward.

A moment later, Bella Sundance stood naked in all her womanly glory before Butch Cassidy. She been watching him watch her, and now she simply stood there for his approval. Would he still want to be her man? Was she pretty? Was she average? Bella tried to ignore all the thousands of times her father and mother had told her that she was a beautiful girl and instead waited for Butch's assessment of her. She had a shapely figure, an hour glass shape of 34-24-36; her skin was smooth and unblemished, with the exception of a couple of birthmarks located in intimate areas; her bush at the meeting of her thighs was smallish and short haired, which Bella could have no idea was what many men liked as it meant fewer hairs in their teeth while doing something Bella knew nothing about.

She was, overall, one of the most beautiful women Butch Cassidy was ever likely to see naked, though, how could Bella Sundance know that here and now?

 

[yaturtle]

Butch stood entranced as she undressed . The quick transformation from blushing and shy to showgirl getting down to business attitude was amazing in itself. If not for the promise they concealed her bloomers were down right comical and it was an effort not to laugh. He didn't dare laugh knowing she was scared and doing her best to please him. "Yir ma should be proud she gave birth to such a beautiful girl. I do swear miss Sundance you are a delight to gaze upon. " Butch unbuckled his belt and struggled a bit to get his pants down past his erection. He watched her eyes open wide with apprehension and started to do a nervous little dance. Now don't you fret none over that Bella honey, you will like it just fine in a bit. He stepped into her and kissed her passionately again.Despite his own rapidly increasing desire he was determined not to push her to fast. His hands explored her wonderful curves as they crushed against each other . Butch eased her down onto the blanket. Leaning up one elbow his hand caressed her breast and slowly worked it's way south as she moaned into his kiss. He found her sopping wet ,and more than ready for him.

 

[BellaMiles]

"Yir ma should be proud she gave birth to such a beautiful girl," Butch complimented as the last of Bella's clothes fell away to the grassy bank. "I do swear Miss Sundance, you are a delight to gaze upon."

Despite knowing that Butch had already gazed upon her womanly features, a still nervous Bella reached one hand down to hide her crotch while the other hand and arm pressed against her bosom, hiding her nipples though, honestly not much more.

A voice inside her head was screaming Girl! Put your clothes back on and run, run away, as fast as you can! Fortunately, Bella listened to a second voice and said in a meek voice, "Your turn, Mister ... I mean ... Butch."

The outlaw began doing as Bella had, stripping away his trousers and drawers.
Her eyes grew wide when she saw his fully hardened cock spring out from his clothes. She murmured almost imperceptibly, "Oh, dear Jesus."

"Now don't you fret none over that Bella honey," he said, seeing what must have looked like panic in her face. "You will like it just fine in a bit."

Like it, she repeated to herself as Butch finished shedding the last of his garments and stood before Bella just as naked as she was. She may have been the most naïve 22 year old in all of Rockridge -- possibly all of the Territory -- but Bella knew why Butch's cock was hard like that, where he intended to put it, and why he was stating that she'd like it just fine in a bit.

Somehow, she couldn't imagine that being true. Only once during her two handfuls or so of touching herself had Bella actually inserted a finger into her garden. It had been somewhat pleasant but painful at the same time. Touching that swollen bit of flesh hidden neatly beneath of a hood of curved flesh had led to far more pleasure than the odd feeling insertion.

Girls enjoy this? she could remember asking herself at the time. Now, she recalled that day and wondered Will that fit in me even? He'll tear me in'ta parts. The only penis Bella had ever seen bigger than Butch's had been that of the Hanover's bull during one breeding season when she'd picked up some extra coin doing the chores that would have otherwise been abandoned by the ranch's hands. The cows had taken that penis just fine, so -- while Butch was larger than the average male but not nearly the beast of that fine bull -- Bella should be able to accept him within her, couldn't she?

After a standing cuddle in which she felt Butch's pole pressing against her between their bellies, Bella found herself flat on her back upon the outlaw's bedroll. She looked deeply into Butch's eyes as he caressed his fingers about her breasts, belly, and below. She began trembling again as one hand made its way lower, its fingers finding her little curly muff, then...

"Oh, my Jesus," Bella murmured as Butch's fingers found that little nub that she herself had only rarely ever touched. Her thighs came closed on his hand like a bear trap while both of her hands grasped the arm of the intruding hand. She'd been about to pull his digits away from her so-very-private area, until she reminded herself that she wanted this. Bella begged, "Kiss me, Mister Cassidy. Butch ... please ... kiss me, like you did before."

He leaned down to press his mouth to Bella's, and the feel of his lips and tongue playing with her own seemed so reassuring that what they were doing was, liked Butch had said, just fine. Bella very slowly relaxed the clenching of her thighs and the grasp of her hands on his forearm, and no sooner had she given him the reins, Butch set about pleasuring Bella in a way she could never have imagined possible.

 

[yaturtle]

Butch gently ran his fingers up and down her slick opening as he continued to kiss her. Her hands were pulling at his hair and her hips lifted of the blanket as he captured her swollen nub between his fingers and rolled it around. He rose up pushing her thighs apart while they both gasped for breath and stared at each other. He pushed the head of his cock lower to find her opening while she gripped his arms and lifted herself to meet him. Jack pushed himself in feeling the resistance of her cherry give way as she let out a shriek and looked away. He froze , then caressed her cheek with his hand. " Give it a minute honey it will pass. When he saw the pain leave her face he began to move in and out slowly and bent down to kiss her cheek. " better now Bella?

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella recognized immediately the difference between putting her own fingers to her womanhood and having someone else's there. It was the same pleasure and yet at the same time not anything like it. Butch's fingers pressed and twirled and pinched until he found precisely what caused the young woman to begin rocking her hips up and down, back and forth in opposition to his own manipulations.

She stared into his eyes intently the entire time, right up until he rose to slip in between her parted thighs and pushed his manhood at wet slit. Her pussy resisted him at first, but then suddenly his bulbous head penetrated her parting muscles. A surge of pain shot through her groin; she looked away as she tried and failed to suppress a gasp, her fingers digging into the backs of Butch's upper arms.

"Give it a minute honey," he told her, "it will pass."

Bella's entire body had tensed at the intrusion, which didn't exactly make having his cock inside her any easier. At a much later date, after they'd become close enough to talk about such erotic things as the day he claimed her virginity, Butch would admit to her that the clamping down of her vaginal muscles had nearly felt like her pussy was going to pinch of his cock's head.

They laid their without movement between them for well over a minute as Bella fought to relax and let the man deeper inside her. Finally, looking back his way with glazed over eyes, Bella said, "I'm okay, Butch. It's alright. Please. Please, continue."

"Better now, Bella?

He asked his question with what she took as genuine concern. Bella nodded, then slid her hands from outside his to inside and underneath them, down until they were at the small of his back. She lifted her knees a bit, bringing her feet off the blanket; she found more comfort this way.

"It's better, Butch," she said, before smiling, kissing his lips softly, and telling him, "It's okay. I'm okay. I want this."

He proceeded carefully, which Bella appreciated. She stared into his eyes again, never taking her eyes off his. The pain began to fade, though it never quite went fully away. In its place, though, came a pleasure she'd never known. She began moving her body in opposition to his, and soon Butch's entire length was sinking deep into her, pulling most of the way out, then back again.

 

[yaturtle]

Butch was finally able to get into a steady rut. She was incredibly beautiful staring back at him as she began to enjoy the steady rhythm of his thrust.
The warm sun on his back , her inner warmth , an entire afternoon of lusting for her , It was all adding up quickly when she said "It's okay. I'm okay. I want this."
His body tensed and he let out a low groan emptying his seed all at once. As his muscles relaxed he kissed her again ready to keep right on going. That's when tempest shook his head and began kicking at the dirt. Butch rolled off too look around before returning his attention to Bella and placing a finger to her lips.
" shooosh...put your things back on honey". Butch quickly pulled his pants on and went across to his horse in a low crouch, pulling the Winchester from it's scabbard.He looked all around while Bella dressed . Finding nothing he turned back to tempest" what happened ya fleabag, ya gitten all jealous on me now" ?

 

[BellaMiles]

Then:

Soon enough, the lovers were in synch with each other, their bodies in rhythm; Butch thrusted downward, ever deeper into Bella's tightness, and Bella sliding her hands farther downward, to Butch's buttocks, sinking her fingertips into his flesh and encouraging him as the rest of her body moved unconsciously to ensure he understood that he was welcomed to do so.

Bella had never imagined such an intimate, passionate, and deeply thrilling moment as she was having with Butch now, here on the grassy bank of the stream behind her home. She'd only just met the man three days ago, had only gotten to know him a day after that, and had only been alone with him the first time this very morning. And yet Bella knew now -- without a doubt -- that he was the man with whom she was to spend her life.



Today:

And now, 4 years later, Butch Cassidy and Bella Sundance were still together and even more in love -- and lust -- than they had been that sunny morning on the creek bank. With the taste of the man's cum still present in her mouth, Bella grasped the upper rail of the headboard and parted her knees as Butch moved to his knees behind her, warning, "Best hold on tight to that headboard LiL lady as you've worked your man up to giving you one wild ride."

That first time Butch had put himself inside her, Bella had cried out in pain and shock. She did so again today as he rammed most of his length into her. But it was different this time; Bella knew today what to expect, knew how to react, knew that after the next couple of thrusts that the ones that followed would cause her more pleasure than most women would ever know in their lifetimes.

Soon, the brass bed was squealing like a stuck pig with each forward lunge of Butch's body against Bella's backside. She could feel his fingers gripping tightly into her hip bones as he rammed her repeatedly; she drew a breath on one thrust, let it escape in a happy gasp, and repeated again and again. She loved this position, this animalistic attack on her womanhood; when they finished here -- after she'd cried out in ecstasy, the euphoria of orgasm ripping through her -- she would typically lay him back and mount him for her even more favorite position, straddling his groin so that she was in control and she could look at Butch as he was looking at her now.

This time, however, Bella's climax came with the typical gasps and deep explosive trembles and amazing satisfaction and joy ... but without the almost simultaneous ceasing of Butch's thrusting action from his own explosion of delight. Having emptied his balls into Bella's mouth for the first time ever just minutes earlier, he had more uumph behind him, and even after Bella herself had ridden out the waves of deep euphoria, he was still going.

Panting, with her heart pounding fiercely, Bella's hands lost their grips on the headboard and her upper body fell to the mattress; her face, her bosom, her arms all pressed into the bed as, behind her, the outlaw continued to ram his cock deep inside her. She was amazed, and she was delighted, for just as he was about to unload his cock into her second warm, wet hole, Bella's body erupted into yet a second orgasm. She was lost to the euphoria, overwhelmed by the majesty of Butch's treatment of her womanhood.

With her mind spinning and her body shivering inside and out, Bella found herself laying on her side with Butch's arms wrapped around her and his softening, wet cock against her back. She wasn't even sure how they'd come to be like this; she'd been lost to the world at the point that he moved up to cuddle with her. She pressed back into him and purred.

"I love you," she whispered. After a bit, as she realized that all she wanted to do was lay here in Butch's arms forever, Bella said, "I've always wanted to see New Orleans."

And, over the seconds that followed, she drifted off into a marvelous slumber against the only man she'd ever loved or ever would.

 

[yaturtle]

Butch was loving this like never before . Her gift from Chloe was pure heaven , and as she had said , so worth the money it cost him. It had the added bonus of letting him go harder and longer in his favorite position. Watching the flesh of her ass cheeks shake with every thrust always gave him an intense thrill. Today was even better, When the inevitable squeezing of her warm inner muscles came she let out a shrill cry and gripped the headboard with white knuckles. To butch's own amazement, it did not cause him to spill his load this time. Instead he was able to keep right on going . The effort left him gasping and perspiring but it was worth it . He watched Bella's hands and head fall to the mattress,as she let a low pitched wail. This time her pussy clamped down hard and he knew he was done as she pulled every last drop from him. When they collapsed together in a tangle he thought he heard her talking about new Orleans, as he drifted into a peaceful sleep. Butch's eyes opened slowly over an hour later to find her head on his shoulder . Bella's eye's were closed but she was softly humming a tune while her hand gently stroked his cock back to life.

 

[BellaMiles]

"You're awake," Bella whispered after ceasing with the little tune to which she often awoke after a satisfying rousting in bed with Butch. "Good."

She'd detected his slight movements and change in breathing, telling her that he, too, had returned to the living. They may not have been married, and they may not have slept together each night, every night as married couples did, but Bella could always tell when Butch was awake and watching her.

Bella sat up a bit, kissed him softly on the lips, then sat up fully and pushed away the blankets that Butch must have pulled over them before fading away. She straddled his thighs such that she could continue to toy playfully with his cock, which was still sticky with the mix of their juices.

"Did you like what I did to you?" she asked softly, peeking down at the nearly fully erect penis that had unloaded into her mouth for the first time an hour earlier. She didn't have to ask he understood what the what was that she did; he knew. She blushed a bit as she confessed, "I ... I wasn't sure that I could actually do that. The last part, I mean."

Again, she didn't have to explain what the last part was. The first two times she'd attempted to please him orally had been less than satisfying. This time, obviously, had proven to be more successful that Bella had imagined possible. A thought came to her, and with a very serious tone she said, "You know you are the only man I would ever do that to, doncha Butch? I've never been with another man. I'll never be with another man. No man but you, Butch."

As she was making her vow, Bella meant every word of it. She loved Butch with all her heart, and she'd never in he life ever even imagined or fantasized about another man, let alone been with one.

The irony was that while neither of them could know it now, in the very near future, Bella would indeed find the greatest of joys at the hands of another man. Ironically still, Butch would not only be aware of it but would encourage the encounter, for reasons of which -- again -- neither of them could know now.

That radical change in their life together wouldn't be the only surprise they'd have after they'd left Rockridge. One day soon, Butch's cock would find its own great joy in another woman's pussy ... Clara's. And, as with the former encounter, Bella would not only be aware of it but would encourage it, with all her heart.

But those events were far in the future. The only thing of importance now was Bella moving forward to straddle her lover's groin, where she put his now rock hard cock at her wet opening and lowered her weight. She'd tightened up during her nap, but she was still wet, and inch by inch Bella took Butch into her again, as deeply as was humanly possible...



Outside the cabin, standing atop a chopping block at the back window, Clara peeked through a slight gap between the window drapes and the wood pane and watched as her 6 years older sister's body swallowed up the outlaw's cock. The younger Sundance simply stared in awe as the older one began rocking her body forward and backward, arching her body, looking up high to the home's rafters, and crying softly as the pleasure very rapidly grew within her.

As she watched the activity involving the two adults' crotches, Clara felt a yearning in her own. She reached a hand down to the front of her dress and pressed a hand in between her thighs, desperate for relief from the needs of her young body. Unlike her sister who'd only discovered masturbation at age 22 and had only partaken of her first orgasm weeks into her relationship with Butch Cassidy, Clara had been driving herself to sexual climax for better than three years. She would have taken the next step and found a willing man -- Deputy Tommy Pitts, namely -- if only she'd had a moment away from her sister or now-departed mother.

Although desperate for relief, Clara continued to watch the pair of lovers as the scene unfolded. The younger Sundance was in awe of her sister; Bella was such an exotic and erotic beauty, and Clara understood why Butch -- or any other man, for that matter -- would want to press himself up against her naked body. Clara, on the other hand, lacked the dramatic curves of her older sibling; she still had a beauty to her own self, of course, with her fair skin and long legs and tight ass. But she'd always felt physically inferior to the Goddess currently writhing atop the outlaw for whom Clara herself had fantasies.

Seeing and hearing her sister cry out in orgasm, not once but twice before collapsing onto Butch's body, Clara finally stepped carefully down from the chopping log and ran as fast as her feet could carry her down the hill toward the stream and the privacy of the woods. She stopped and dropped to her knees on the very spot where her sister had lost her virginity four years earlier.

(Clara had never told Bella that the sound that had disturbed Butch's horse that day had been her! She'd been annoying her mother so much in town that Sarah had told Clara that she could go attend the stringed puppet show taking place at the Church. Clara had instead hurried back to the home on the hill, wanting to visit with Butch Cassidy, who she'd assumed was there. When she didn't find either Butch or Bella there, she'd gone to the creek to find the latter and, possibly, the former. She'd found them, too, as the naked pair engaged in the most stimulating of events on the outlaw's spread out bedroll.)

Now, here again, Clara pulled her dress and shift up almost to her belly, slid one hand into her crotch, and very quickly drove herself to a very satisfying orgasm, all the while fantasizing that it was she who was back in the cabin straddling Butch Cassidy's body.



"We're going to New Orleans," Bella told her sister an hour later as the two of them set the table for dinner. The older sister looked to Butch as he added wood to the hearth, asking with a tone that said the decision had already been made, "Aren't we, Butch?"

"All of us?" Clara inquired with a tone of panic, fearful that her recently reached adult age and the interest from Tommy Pitts in having her hand might mean she was being left behind. "I'm going to, right?"

"Of course, you are, Clara," Bella said. And thinking right along the same lines as her sister had been, she started, "Unless you wish to see if Tommy--"

"No!" Clara cut the other woman off. She tried to calm down a bit, embarrassed that she was so vehemently stating that she'd rather leave Rockridge with her sister and her sister's lover than stay behind and become the lover of the man for whom she'd pined for all of her teen years. Softly, she said, "Please, sister. I wish to go with you. You and Butch."

Bella went over the details she and Butch had discussed after he'd deposited his third serving of cum inside her. The two girls would stay behind while Butch went east to New Orleans. They would sell the property, telling anyone who cared to ask that they were heading to California where they had a cousin who owned a hotel and could put them to work.

"But ... people know about you and Butch," Clara pointed out. "The Friends ... others. They know you wouldn't leave if you thought--"

"Butch Cassidy is dead, honey," Bella said flatly. She looked between the two of them, then repeated to her sister, "Tomorrow, we will receive word that the body of a man found outside Waco, Texas, was that of none other than the head of the Hole in the Wall Gang, Butch Cassidy."

Clara's face showed her confusion, an expression that got even deeper when Bella pointed to the two black dresses and bonnets sitting out on a chair. The last time those wardrobes had been out of their boxes was the day of their mother's burial. Bella told her sister, "We have always denied my relationship with Butch, even though anyone with half a brain knew the two of us were lovers. Starting tomorrow, there will no reason to deny my love for Butch. He's dead. And we will be in morning until the day we get on the train for Sacramento. Understand, Clara?"

The younger sister considered what the older one was saying, then looked Butch's direction and responded with a bit of a playful smirk, "I look really good in black."

 

[yaturtle]

Clara was busy at the stove when Bella said "I look really good in black." . Butch gave Bella a wink " look better in nothing at all" . He put on his best face ,laughing and joking through dinner , but his mind was already on the tough road ahead. He had seen the posters, heard the rumors about the men they would attract. Professional bounty hunters , ex army men and even Texas rangers . He knew they would not be easy to allude, and the girls may end up waiting for a letter that would never come.

And he was right . In the following months he would be wounded twice and kill several men .He wound his way south in backtracking loops using every trick he knew and a couple he just invented to avoid his pursuers .Pushing on through every kind of foul weather you could imagine he often found himself road hard and put away wet.

The dam posters followed him all the way to Baton rouge . It was there he caught a break. In the busy saloon of the Jake's Hotel he sat in a dark corner.
The place was bustling with card games , show girls , and hookers. He watched in fascination one particular women in a shiny blue satin dress, marching around snapping orders at the bar help and the waitresses she seemed never stop moving. Butch was taken back when she appeared out of nowhere and sat herself at his side. Up close he realized she was a little older than he thought , yet she was stunning. He could see a touch of oriental features in her face and long silky black hair. " Monsieur Cassidy I hope you enjoyed your meal , I am quite proud of my chef's. But you must not linger to long here, people are looking for you and you may be recognized." Reading the expression on butch's face she continued. Fear not Mr Cassidy , if i was after your reward it would already be done , no!" It is only your company seek , at the top of the stairs turn left ,it is the last door on the right" . She discreetly left a key on the chair where she had been sitting and disappeared.

When she came to the room Helaina had two girls with her .With a snap of her fingers they poured a hot bath for him and took his clothes to washed. She quizzed him non stop about his criminal career while she walked around the tub washing him with a sponge,being very gentle with the fresh scar from the bullet that had creased his shoulder. Over the course of the next week she showed him the dark pleasure of of mild bondage with her girls,and taught him his tongue was good for more than talking. She also cut his hair shorter and shaved his mustache. " You should arrive in New Orleans as a proper gentlemen No!

When he arrived in New Orleans he contacted the man she had told him about. He had invested the bulk of his Ill gotten gains in a hotel and gambling boat. The investment was already bringing in nice returns.
Now butch was sitting on the bench of the railway station in his new black suit and tie .He pulled his hat down over his eye's and crossed his leg's waiting for the girls to arrive on the train.

 

[BellaMiles]

Six months had passed since Butch's departure from Rockridge. It was supposed to have been half that. But each time Butch had been prepared to head for New Orleans, his pursuers caught up to him and, on occasion, very nearly killed him.

The black mourning dresses and bonnets the Sundance Girls had begun warning had become moot, of course, once the world learned that Butch was still alive. The Pinkertons only increased their pressure on Rockridge, the Friends of the Hole in the Wall Gang, and, in particular, Bella Sundance. Bella lost her job as Schoolmarm and ended up a waitress in the Rockridge Hotel. Clara and Tommy Pitts began publicly talking about marriage; Bella wanted the townsfolk to believe the sisters had no intention of leaving to join Butch.

Butch had been quietly and anonymously sending the Sundance Girls money. But the Pinkertons brought an end to that by monitoring Bella's mail and intercepting Butch's telegrams to her. Times were getting desperate, to the point that Bella nearly walked into the Rockridge Saloon and took a job as a barmaid, which -- everyone knew -- was the first step to becoming a brothel whore.

Then one day, while the sisters were shopping at the Dry Goods Store, Widow Marker slipped a little something into Bella's shopping selections. It wasn't until she got home that Bella untied the strings around the unexpected package and found a stack of dollar bills and a note in Butch's handwriting that simply said, "It's a beautiful day".

"We're leaving," Bella told her sister after waking her up in the middle of the night two days later, stressing, "Now!"

They packed a pull-string bag each, tossed them over Raleigh's withers, and -- under the dark skies of a New Moon -- disappeared from Rockridge. They headed west for three days, at which time Bella posted a letter to the Widow Marker, turning over the Sundance property to the store owner to sell for the benefit of the school and church.

After that, the sisters headed north for a week, where they took a room under their true family name for a night. They made plans with the hotel's hostess to continue westward on the train, only to inconspicuously slip off the vehicle at the next stop and catch a stage heading north, then east.

The trek to rejoin Butch was becoming almost unbearable to Bella, and seeing her sister under such overwhelming stress was disturbing Clara. Five nights before they reached New Orleans, the older sister began sobbing in bed. The younger sibling pulled the crying woman to her, holding her tightly as she whispered reassurances to her.

Clara caressed her sister's back and shoulders and kissed her cheek softly, trying to calm her down. It hadn't in anyway meant to be intimate; they were sisters, after all. But without either of them realizing it was happening, the warmth and intimate proximity of their bodies caused the sisterly touch to become more than intended.

Clara kissed her sister's cheek again, softly; Bella did the same to the other. Then, pulling their faces back enough to look into each other's eyes, Clara moved her mouth to Bella's and pressed their lips softly against one another. They pulled back, stared into each other's eyes, then kissed again, this time longer and more passionately, as hands pulled tighter at each other's bodies. Clara pulled her sister's head harder to hers, as one of Bella's hands dropped to the younger sibling's ass, pulling it such that Clara's upper leg wrapped over Bella's own ... pushing the younger woman's crotch firmly into her sister.

Things were getting very hot, very fast, until suddenly Bella brought it to a stop.
They were both breathing heavy, hearts pounding, before they both began laughing, embarrassed. They cuddled in silence for several minutes before Bella crawled out of bed to stand before the window.

"I miss him so much," she whispered as she looked out at the moon which, by now was full. "So much it hurts."

By hurts, Bella meant, of course, that she was horny as hell. She looked to her sister, whose petite body -- exposed to the waist by the pushed back blankets -- was emphasized by the whites, grays, and blacks of the moonlight spilling in onto her. Bella had always found Clara to be beautiful, just as Clara had Bella. During her short time of protecting Chloe and learning more about the mechanics of sex -- most particularly oral sex -- Bella had begun to find herself attracted to the other woman, fantasizing what it would feel like to find joy in her arms as had so many other men and -- Bella would learn -- other women had.

The elder Sundance woman had never had such imaginings before. Touching another woman like she did Butch...? That was just not what women did. And yet, watching the Rockridge whore day after day, night after night, bath after bath, Bella had so yearned to hold the woman and make sexual discoveries she couldn't make with Butch or, for that matter, any other man.

She didn't, though.

Now, Bella looked at her younger sister, laying there on the hotel bed as Chloe had on the one she and Clara had shared at Rockridge for all their lives. The elder sister found her yearning for Butch causing her to badly want to remove her clothing, return to the bed, strip her sister, and hold her tightly as she chased those pleasures she missed with Chloe.

What prevented Bella from doing this was twofold: her yearnings were about her own sexual gratification, which she could have fulfilled a dozen, a hundred, a thousand times with any man who'd given her a smile and ogle but with which she wanted to fulfill with none other than Butch Cassidy; and, of course, Clara was her sister! Bella had resisted sex with Chloe because Chloe was a woman. How could Bella go to Clara and initiate sex with her? It was sinful.

"Go back to sleep," Bella told her sister. She moved to the bed and pulled the bedding over her sibling, who asked if she was coming back to bed. "Not yet. I need to think."

Clara had been watching her sister, standing at the window, bathed in the moonlight. She didn't understand what had just happened. Her pent up sexual energy had simply exploded from her while holding her Bella. She was embarrassed, as was her sister. And yet if Bella had come back to bed and taken her back into her arms, Clara would have been the happiest woman west of the Mississippi. She had no qualms about her first sexual experience being with another woman, even if that woman was her own sibling.

But it wasn't to be. Clara did as her sister told her, rolling away from the window and the moonlight to contemplate what had happened before, finally, falling back to sleep. The next morning she awoke to find Bella already dressed for departure. They caught the train to St. Louis, took a series of river boats to Memphis, then boarded a train for their ultimate destination.

The sound of the approaching train and the milling about of departing passengers brought Butch out of his nap, and a couple of minutes later Bella was moving across the platform to throw herself into his arms. Despite the lewdness of doing so in a public place with so many peeping pairs of eyes, she took the man's head into her hands and gave him a long, passionate, erotic even kiss while also pressing her form against him.

"Hello," Clara said simply once the pair had separated. She didn't know whether she was supposed to use his real name or the name under which he'd been traveling. She moved forward and gave him a hug as well, holding him for a longer moment that was probably proper before backing up and saying, "We missed you."

Butch had two rooms for them in a nearby hotel, and less than twenty minutes after the train had come to a stop, Bella was naked and straddling her lover's groin with his cock deep inside her. After he'd driven her to three orgasms and she he for two, they laid close together just staring at the ceiling above. After a long silence, Bella said in a matter of fact tone, "We need to find my sister a man."

She sat up to look into Butch's eyes; her beautiful, firm breasts hung there invitingly. "Not just a man. A good man. A man like you, Butch."

 

[yaturtle]

"We need to find my sister a man."
"Well there's ain't no shortage of men around here. Pretty sure she could have her pick in a town like this.Maybe what you're meaning is one that that you can keep under your thumb to protect her. " In his own mind he was thinking Clara had her own designs on butch ,and he wondered but' could not ask if she had been allowed to be with any man since he had last seen them. Butch was taking in good money at this time ,but was struggling to figure out where to house the girls .He wanted them close but not to close ,just in case trouble found him again. "So you figuring to marry her off or what?"