Life on the farm was a busy one. From the moment you awoke till you at last returned to your bed, every minute was spent with form put to action in so many tasks that it would be difficult to name them all. Crops to livestock, maintenance to house chores, the whole spectrum of farm life had to be tended to by one’s own hand, lest negligence or sloth see them turned to waste. Applejack, born with a heart that beat with a country girl’s lifeblood, could not have been more perfectly suited to such a life. Downtime rarely suited her, lest it be spent in good company and work was traded in for memory. She loved to toil against the earth, to tend to life of all kinds; hard work, despite the aches and pain it could bring about, was what she genuinely enjoyed.
Winter, however, saw so much of her day suddenly left empty. What was a girl to do when there was so little demanded of her? The cold saw her list of chores shrink until the whole of them could fit onto a napkin, and a lively family had little issue seeing both house and barnyard well cared for. A season of hunkering down and pushing through winter’s bite had never suited her. So when a chance invitation from an old friend fell into her lap, it was as though an answer to her prayers.
“Working down at a cherry orchard?” Apple Bloom had asked of her, eyeing her older sister with a scrutiny more potent than the average teenager possessed. “Ain’t that- I dunno, family heresy or something?”
“It ain’t really working for her. Not like last time,” Applejack explained. Currently packing a rather hefty bag full of clothes and various supplies, her usually tidy room now looked more akin to the aftermath of a tornado’s wrath, and likely just as difficult to clean up. “She and Cousin Braeburn got a partnership going and she asked me to come down and help get the thing started.”
“What’ll you be doing?”
“Helping her get product set up, by the sound of it. I don’t really know what she’s thinking, but Cherry’s on the business side of it from what she told me. Guess she wants some advice.”
“I guess.” Apple Bloom still held a strange expression on her face but declined to say much more for a time, watching her sibling pack up one duffel bag before tending to another and seeing it made fit to burst. “Just how much you bringing with you?”
Applejack shrugged. “Anything I think I might need, I guess. Who knows what we’ll have to do?”
Two months later, what laundry list of necessities the hardworking woman had brought with her now seemed laughable. Yes, she was working hard, but perhaps not in the manner to which she was usually accustomed. But was it all bad? Not really. In fact, it would be a pity when she would eventually have to leave. Cherry, just as she had been before, was a lively and gregarious personality. Just as happily hard at work as the younger woman, the two were content to not see hands idle and saw time wisely spent. There was always something to do.
Especially when they were alone.
No matter how much time she spent down in this dry land, Applejack had yet to find herself used to the pale and unforgiving light that seemed to be present no matter what time of day. The sun here was harsh, and the moon just as bright. Even with thick blinds, a singular ray of sunlight always seemed to find its way into her eyes and dig in deep to rouse her from peaceful slumber, and always with a vengeance. The desert was a lovely vista, and the night sky dotted by the brilliant shine of countless stars, but the sun that continuously seared the world below was a nuisance.
“Heaven’s sake,” Applejack croaked, voice not yet ready for human ears to hear. Squinting until only the thinnest filament of sun could find her, the weary blonde rose from her pillow and gave a small stretch. A miniature grunt came when muscle soreness spoke to its presence. A surprise? Not particularly, when her life involved so much work and strenuous exercise.
The clock on the nightstand beside her spoke to an early morning, the hands pointing top to bottom. At least the sun was up, but there would be no time for a slow entry into the awaking world. Time to get ready and get set for another long day. Turning to the still-slumbering woman beside her, Applejack gave her a small shake and said, “Rise and shine, Cherry. Time to get moving.”
Cherry must have been at the edge of sleep for she gave a small sound and turned to investigate the source of this new discomfort, bleary unhappiness disappearing as recognition took hold. “Morning, sugar. You ready for today?”
“As always. You?”
“So long as I got you,” Cherry replied, slurred words still filled with that sweetness only she possessed. “Be a dear and get the coffee going, will you? I’ll join you in just a minute.”
Applejack, naked body breathing freely of the open air, slipped out from beneath the sheets and headed out towards the kitchen where precious drink and food awaited her preparations. What importance were clothes in private quarters, really? There would time later to see herself dressed, and oh how did she love to make her sweetheart stare.
Their first relationship had been fairly formal, more or less; a working partnership between two friendly personalities that enjoyed an honest day’s labor. But there had been a tension between them all the same. Not a friction born from dislike or fire, instead an electricity. Their professional countenance was a cover over kindling, only needing to be revealed and given a spark to see it begin burning. And that spark had come about when Cherry had decided to remark upon Applejack’s firm buttocks.
It had been a shocking remark, if Applejack were honest. Not unwelcome, not rude, but a surprise all the same. The thought that this vivacious woman was eyeing her hadn’t entered her mind. Or had it been a reaction to the farmgirl’s own private actions, perhaps not so private? She had gawked, and then immediately blushed, eliciting a laugh from the lively cherry farmer who’d quickly departed the room. For the rest of the day, Applejack had found herself focusing on the compliment. It hadn’t been unpleasant- nor was its source. So, perhaps a bit more timidly, the next day saw her mention just how buxom her employer was.
The flirtation had continued on until the day Applejack had returned home, the farewell between the two women rather fond despite their short-lived partnership. Every once in a while, when her mind was free of tasks, the straw-haired woman would find herself dwelling on her onetime boss-turned-friend, wondering just what she was up to and what they’d actually thought of one another. But that was an opportunity lost, chalked up to one of moments that would never pass by again. Sad, shameful due to inaction, but just one of things.
Cherry’s sudden request for a visit had remedied that. Applejack’s mind was a whirl from the moment she’d received it, a prompt reply sent and she ready to make tracks. Even if it was nothing special, it would be at least nice to spend some time helping a strong, hearty businesswoman get herself in working order. Certainly better than sitting about and watching the snow be tossed about by a blizzard’s shrieking howl! So she’d gone south with professionalism in mind, resolute to be as helpful as possible no matter what end.
That electric tension between them returned from the very moment she’d arrived- and just as quickly resolved when Cherry had given her bottom a squeeze on the coach ride back to the ranch. The flirtation between them intensified from then on, touches and unsubtle words seemingly determined to lead the two women to a conclusion most enjoyable. Applejack, trying to maintain some sense of personal propriety, had determined to wait at least a week or two before expressing her more personal feelings.
Their first kiss came only after two days. The sex began about thirty seconds later.
Every day after that climactic crescendo had been a constant flow of innuendos, sultry temptations, and eventual descent into pleasurable affection. Cherry’s vibrant attitude was well-primed to become something sensuous, enough to keep the apple farmer on her toes and desiring a little more each day. And each day since, the lovesick pair found themselves becoming a little more lustful, a little friskier. Love, like life, was meant to be enjoyed, and that meant enjoying each other. They’d even found ways to make it profitable. The sight of one lovely woman was enough to be noticeable. Two together, giggling and handsy between one another, demanded fullest attentions.
Applejack gave a grunt as the last crate of product was hoisted into the back of the wagon, pushed back and set safely so as to avoid risk of destruction. Their work day would see them into the heart of town, stall set up and readied to sell the numerous wares at their disposal. Apple cider from Braeburn, sweet wine from Cherry… numerous liquors, edibles, and even hygiene products available for purchase- all bound together beneath the seal of a shadowed curvaceous figure, accompanied by a busty woman at her side.
The farmgirl pondered the logo for a moment, a small snort of laughter soon arriving. It hadn’t been her idea, nor her initial preference, but she’d been proven wrong on its effectiveness too many times to count. Besides, there was an appeal to it; she just hadn’t been able to see it at first. It had just taken the proper exposure to such a style for her to enjoy such sights for what they were. She had, after all, helped model the thing- with very lovely company.
“Come on, sugar, time’s-a-wasting!” Cherry called as she reentered the bedroom, the busty beauty occupied with the task of adorning herself in proper attire and gesturing to the darkened dress that lay strewn atop the bed. “Better get moving before too long, it’s gonna be a hot one today!”
“I’m coming! It’s your cherry jam I was putting away, anyhow,” Applejack replied. Yes, she was moving slower than usual today, but did the fault lay entirely at her feet? Definitely not!
Cherry, however, didn’t seem to have made the remarks with any malice. “Wait. We’re all packed up? I thought you was just dawdlin’ over your coffee!”
So that was the issue. “No, course not! Everything’s packed, all we gotta do is leave.” The very thought that even in her weaker moments they would not be ready was almost insulting, were it not coming from such a lovely source.
“Aw, now that’s my girl!” Cherry said, pausing mid-dress to lean in and press her painted lips against Applejack’s cheek to leave a lipstick-stained mark upon those freckles. “I don’t know how I would’ve managed without you, sugar, you’ve just been such a help!”
Applejack delighted in the feel of this woman’s lips upon her form- and the aftermath that so often resided. But even her smitten senses knew the words were a bunch of hogwash. “Judging by your average looks, darlin’, I think you’d be fine without me.”
“Nonsense!” Cherry sounded scandalized. “I’m nothing more than a girl growing old, all makeup and wrinkles. A young, pretty thing like you is just what this business needed!”
That was one point of contention; Cherry constantly bemoaned her years, despite her lover’s insistence that her beauty –and yes, her years- were what provided such a profound attraction. But today, or at least now, was not the time to contend with such foolishness; there was work awaiting them. “Quit being silly,” was all Applejack at time to say.
The dress that awaited her adornment was a lovely thing, even if it was perhaps scandalous. An ornate floral pattern across the corset that fell to a fluttery cut skirt, petering out so as to let her smoothly shaven legs could flow freely into black boots that paired perfectly with the fingerless gloves she would wear with them. Backless and well-crafted to display her bust, Applejack knew such a thing was more commonly found in the confines of a brothel than anywhere else. But to say that such a garment didn’t give her an air of sensuality would be untrue; she was beautiful within such things, desirous to the eye- especially to the one whom she shared a bed.
“How’s that, darlin’? Look fine to you?” Cherry turned from her own preparations so as to face her paramour, letting her sumptuous figure be wonderfully flaunted. Similar to Applejack’s in design while possessing a more elegant appearance, Cherry’s magnificent bust pushed fabric to its limits and let the majority of her cleavage be revealed to the eye. With little room for error before impropriety could takeover, her thick and luxurious form was sweeter than her name could hope to match, and wildly desirable to the young woman she adored.
Applejack gave a small sigh, shaking her head at the sight of the busty beauty. “Now, that ain’t fair,” she bemoaned, “You can’t just go around looking like that.”
Cherry gave a faux-gasp. “Why not, sug? Do I really not look lovely no more?”
A smirk came in immediate response. “Lovely as ever, and you know it! But… come on, now… can’t you save some of that just for me?”
“Is that envy I hear?” Cherry said. Pausing in adorning her gloves, the dark-haired beauty reached out and put an arm about her lover’s waist so as to pull them together. “Oh, don’t worry, honey, they ain’t got the luck!”
“I know. You always say that,” Applejack said. “Just- I don’t like it when they try to make a move on ya. I’m not getting nervous or nothing, I just… well.”
“Don’t worry. They can look, but they’ll never get to touch,” Cherry sweetly whispered, leaning in closer until they were face-to-face. The feel of that heat so close, the pounding hearts that rattled within them that timed their rhythm with one another… “That’s the best they’ll ever get. But you… oh you. You get it all, whenever you feel like. Now ain’t that something?”
“It might be something,” Applejack replied. A slight push and the two were at the wall, Cherry held fast between drywall and her strong beloved. “Almost a little too tempting, if you ask me.”
“Is that so? And why’s that?”
“Cause I don’t think I can keep my hands off you,” was the answer. “Like I might wanna have a little touch right now.”
“Mmm… I guess I’d better oblige,” Cherry purred, at last closing the gap between the two with a decadent, luscious union of lips.
Never did it take long for the two lovebirds to become incensed with passion, one kiss always able to easily bring forth another, and another until the whole of their world was one another. Applejack’s smooth lips, lovingly locked with Cherry’s crimson pair, ensured the beauteous women would remain occupied with one another’s flavor and nothing but. Pressed firmly against the wall, Cherry was happily returning her young lover’s fervor with all of her might as she kissed back hungrily. Every small escape they made did not last long, lips drawing back only to be caught by their wanted partner and made whole once more. Breath that once came smoothly became ragged, hungering gasps; idle forms and hands began to flow and breathe with movement. A kiss was more than just their lips united; it was a glorious meeting of flesh that could only intensify.
A small break and out from the depths came their hungering tongues, seeking out their needed pair and finding relief only when succulent morsels melted together. Dripping, thirsting beings did they become as muscle poured across the other in a slow lather that offered all the hunger and satisfaction they could possess. Both a duel and a dance, each woman assured themselves victory in a bout of love that they would win together with each new stroke, each melding of mouths that brought them closer and closer together.
A long, lingering moan from Cherry and the beautiful rancher hiked up her leg, begging for her juicy thigh to be held fast in the grasp of her strong beloved. Applejack took the cue and gripped down hard into succulent flesh- a swift, delighted squeak arising in response before being knocked away by slickened lips that continued to kiss. Perhaps an intense gesture, but no matter; Cherry’s gloved hands slithered their way from the silk of Applejack’s hair and went down to the plush bottom below, digging fingers in and enjoying the hearty grab.
The slight pain did nothing to slow them only, instead only intensifying their happy bout. More deeply did Applejack need her lover, more saliva and fruited flavor to taste with each new kiss and lick. But even kisses could not truly be enough; she needed all of her busty beau, here and now! With one hand still free she tugged at what little fabric still held strong and set Cherry’s magnificent bosoms free, wondrously fatty mounds now there for her to enjoy without restraint. A slow, slippery departure from Cherry’s painted lips that saw their thickened band of spittle dribble down onto breastflesh- and then a plunge to lavishing her upon nipple, the farmgirl happily occupied with this new physical worship.
“Oh-!” Cherry’s cry was rapturous, voice tight as she tried to hold back just a drop of her delight. Applejack tended to her so wonderfully, the perfect mixture of ferocity and tenderness that she so desired. So wild and so romantic all at once! The hunger with which she tended to her body was driving her beyond distraction. She wanted her to continue and yet needed to return this act in kind. There was only so much more she could take before her desires spilled over- in fact, why even wait?
Pulled away from her affectionate worship, Applejack suddenly found her lips fiercely glued to Cherry’s stained pair, a forceful liplock before the red-haired woman began to prick at her neck, a trail of smudged kisses along tanned skin. This was a temptation, a pleading of release; it would be quite easy for her to oblige. “We can take our time showing up,” she breathed. “Nobody’d mind, would they?”
“Mmm, that sounds perfect,” Cherry said in between kisses, now turned to Applejack’s bust and leaving her mark. “We still got plenty to pack up, right?”
Wait a minute. “No, I packed up everything,” Applejack said, lilted eyes suddenly wide as she caught the mistake. “Wagon’s all ready to go.”
Cherry, occupied with her own acts of worship, was forced to pause her actions. “So it’s all just sitting out there.”
“In the sun… cooking.” The two women knew what that meant when so much of their product was perishables. The sun would beat down even upon shadowed places and set the heat to dangerous levels. Items in need of preservation would boil and liquefy, turning rancid and rotten in only a short time. Some might even be in the midst of the process now. “Damn.”
“Well… we won’t be gone forever,” Cherry mumbled and hoisting her top back into proper position; barely on the edge of decency and letting Applejack’s glossy marks upon them still be highlighted. “Hand me my lipstick, will you, hun?”
“Sure. Guess I need to get myself cleaned up, anyway,” Applejack said. Looking like she’d just arrived freshly ravished didn’t seem like the best business tactic to her senses, and-
“No! Leave it be,” Cherry’s tone was insistent, perfectly in tune with her yearning expression; almost as though she were proud of the handiwork that now carried its new life upon Applejack’s skin.
Applejack gave a start, expression screwed as she regarded her luscious partner. “Uh, won’t that sort of cause trouble, or..?”
“It just means you know how to have fun, that’s all,” Cherry said sweetly, adding another mark to Applejack’s cheek for good measure. “There’s nothing to be bashful about. Two fine ladies having a good time together? Oh, how they’ll beg for even a whiff.”
Applejack didn’t quite see how the end goal of sales connected to such a thought, but Cherry hadn’t really been wrong about such things yet. And if it meant showing off just who was her sweetheart then perhaps she could play along. “If you say so.”
“Oh, I know so,” Cherry affirmed, one last plush kiss between them that ended with a happy Mwah! as their embrace ended. “Now, you mind taking your girl downstairs?”
The thoroughfare through town was, by design, a busy place for foot traffic. Every person who had a place to be would have to make use of this singular road to make ends meet. Business and pleasure intertwined themselves on the dusty path and saw honorable souls mingle with the scoundrel. Though not the largest town the desert held within its grasp, its importance as a passage down south made it a small keystone for long-term travel. Anyone who wished to rest would find their way here before eventually traveling further down into the territories or the jungles that lay beyond.
And there, nestled in between Guy’s General Store and the Gunslinger Saloon, a pair of lively beauties would be waiting for whoever passed them by.
“Fresh cherry preserves, here and waiting for you!” Cherry’s voice had little trouble carrying through the thin desert air and bouncing off the designs of both man and nature. Hoisting herself to the heights of their portable stall, the brilliant woman stood tall and proud so as to let her greatest assets be flaunted without any strain of effort to be seen. “Cherry jam and jellies, perfect for every meal of the day! You know you want them!”
“Apple butter for sale! Fresh apple cider, fresh and fermented for your satisfaction!” Applejack took a stance lower to the ground, yet still poised to make an impression upon all who would see her. Leg hiked up to meet the fresh air and dress flowing naturally across her wondrous form, the strength and beauty within was impossible to miss. “Needing something sweet? How about an apple to kickstart your day?”
The two women fed off each other’s energy, kept strong and capable of dealing with the day’s heat and long hours. Here they were making an honorable living, even if Applejack’s initial reservations about their advertising campaign had brought some hesitancy. She was used to the product itself being all that was needed to sell itself, no fluff or fuss to make a dollar. But down here, under Cherry’s most lovely tutelage, the headstrong farmgirl had been given a few more keys to success than she’d had before- all gained through pleasurable time alongside her sweet beau. A product in of itself was good, but why not add some pizzazz? Entice the customer, make them want what you have; and oh, the sight of such a thing in the hand of a lovely woman was painful to ignore- the vision that was two luxurious beauties together could not possibly be resisted. Here, she could make a fortune and have some fun while she was at it- all with Cherry’s guiding hand to help lead her along.
The stares, in fairness, were not something she was easily accustomed to. Applejack was a self-effacing personality, not keen on making herself to be a big deal. But Cherry was insistent upon it, oftentimes lavishing praise on her and the Apple family wares when in public. She was intended to be a subject of admiration, if not adoration. Just as deeply as Applejack prized her lascivious companion, so Cherry was determined to see the beautiful blonde something to adore. If such a wonderful angel was advertising a product, why shouldn’t someone buy it? The mentality never quite made sense to the farmgirl, but never was it considered a fault. “You’re just too good for them, sugar,” Cherry would often say.
Like every time before, it never took long for their stall to suddenly become inundated with people, the miniature shop suddenly surrounded by a veritable throng of people with a desperate need for their many wares. Never once had it failed; Cherry and Applejack’s lively petitions for their patronage rarely struggled to find an audience, men and women alike surrounding the happy pair until the most difficult task they faced was keeping track of who was asking for what. Before Applejack had come to work alongside her these past days, Cherry had made a tidy sum every single day she brought her wares to market; but standing alongside her blonde beloved and happily displaying their affections, the money that filled their coffers was making them rich. And all they had to do was sell a product!
The high noon sun was their cue to take a break; dark fabric did no favors to body heat, the two lovebirds retreating to the nearby saloon with what little remained unsold, finding themselves still surrounded by people even as they basked in the cool of shadow and refreshments. More than just their beauty aided them in their endeavors, but also their genial natures; Cherry knew people, how to speak and bring about the most specific responses. Like a talented musician, her words and actions knew how to bring about the proper reaction in people. Those who found her style unappealing, however, would find no escape: Applejack was now present, and a down-to-earth personality was the perfect contrast to Cherry’s more vivacious mannerisms. Compliments rarely worked their magic on the potent farmgirl, too relaxed and at ease with herself to be swayed one way or the other- and her personal pride in her work was infectious. How hard it was not to love apples when she so deeply loved them herself!
“Excuse me, Miss Jubilee.” A group of young ranch hands had just finished paying their respects when their number parted to reveal a dapper man coming towards them, hat in hand and eyeing the curved woman. “I hope I am not interrupting your time off.”
“Mister Camarillo! Why, it’s been ages,” Cherry declared, smile wide as she greeted the newcomer. Applejack couldn’t say that she recognized the man, but the two were clearly friendly with one another. “I thought I’d never see the day you came back from San Palomino. It’s lovely to see you again.”
“And likewise, Miss Jubilee. You look just as lovely as ever,” Camarillo replied.
“Oh, you’re too kind, darling,” the vivacious rancher said, a faint tinge coming to life upon her lightly powdered cheeks. “And I must say, you’ve certainly adorned yourself in some finery. That suit fits you to a T.”
Applejack kept her expression neutral, but her eyes began to study the expression shared between the two longtime friends. She knew Cherry –intimately. She trusted her implicitly, especially considering that the vibrant woman had made serious efforts to see them come together at last. But when the farmgirl took in the looks and smiles shared, the words spoken back and forth, there came a twinge of jealousy. Cherry was a flirt by nature, and oh how she loved to drive Applejack up the wall because of it; Camarillo might not know it, but he was being used as a means of teasing.
“The suit is a new make. Bought it from Manehatten and had it shipped down a few days back,” Mr. Camarillo said. “I thought it wise to look my best upon my return; Mr. Cob had reservations about my purchasing of the company, and I hoped to present a more capable businessman than he once knew.”
“Cob- oh goodness, you bought his mining company!” Cherry remarked. “San Palomino has treated you well, I see.”
“We’ve had good fortunes the past few years, despite our fears. The quake last year actually opened up a new silver seam in our mine just outside Las Pegasus, and we’ve been quick to capitalize. With Mr. Cob looking to retire with his family in Baltimare, I wanted to step in and prevent him from uprooting the company.”
“I’m sure all the boys will be very happy to know they’ve got a smart, capable man like you at the reins,” Cherry purred. “And with all the rumors of your very generous salaries… I’m sure you’ll be quite the town hero.”
“It is my hope I can keep most of them here- and part of the reason why I’m glad I could speak to you,” Camarillo added. “I have a proposition for you, if you are interested in hearing it.”
“A proposition?” Cherry leaned forward, her impressive bust sliding with her and allowing for further reveal, just barely on the edge of decency. “Why, I would be delighted to hear it.”
Outwardly, she was stony-faced and silent. Inwardly, Applejack could feel the scowl burning across her senses as she watched her favorite girl continue to work her magic. It was never fun to watch, even if the results that came from such actions were often so successful. Cherry was excellent at business politics, her winning nature a blessing in negotiations; Applejack’s more flat, blunt approach was often less appreciated. But to say that she enjoyed the methods-
They can look, but they’ll never get to touch. The words she’d heard earlier that day rang in her ears. Cherry was hers, and hers alone. If that was the case, then why couldn’t Applejack do a little teasing herself? If she was to be subject to watching her busty beauty poke some fun, then she might just do the same- in her own fashion. Slowly, discreetly as she could manage without being noticed, the beautiful farmgirl inched herself closer to Cherry until she deemed it safe- and then allowed her hands to sneak their way across the thigh and to succulent places hidden away…
The first reaction was miniscule, difficult to notice. A small flicker of gaze in her direction, Cherry taking note of Applejack’s hand upon her lush form, though perhaps not yet sure of why- or maybe unable to believe she would be so daring. All that was given in return was a pleasant smile at their current guest and nothing more.
“You see, Mr. Cob had a good deal of experienced miners in his employ,” Camarillo explained. “I wish to keep as many of them as I can here in Dodge City. The more money being poured into the town, the better.”
“And you want to see your hometown truly start to flourish. How n-oble!” Cherry said. Or perhaps stammered, a small jump given as though beset by discomfort.
Applejack remained silent and slithered her fingers in deeper beneath fabric; there they were, a mild dampness awaiting the touch that would see them soaking. She decided to start small, her index finger slipping in and beginning to wiggle.
“A bit self-serving, truthfully. Every boy grows up of being a town hero,” Camarillo replied. “But the more men I can convince to stay on when I acquire Cob and Clyde, the better for the town. So I was hoping to inquire of your aid in the matter.”
“In what- what way… could I help you?” Cherry asked, a small twitch in her smile- a brief struggle as she squirmed in her seat.
Applejack remained ever the mute spectator, even as she turned warm at the fruits of her early labors. She considered slipping in another finger to make things interesting, add to the struggle.
“Well, I hope your aid would be, umm, twofold,” Camarillo continued. Perhaps he’d taken note of Cherry’s swift discomfort but carried on all the same. “I know your products have been a town favorite for years, especially your baked goods. I was hoping that I could persuade you to sell a small portion of your work directly to my company on behalf of the workers. I want my employees well-fed and in good spirits as best I can, even if it comes out of my pocket.”
“You always were a generous man,” Cherry remarked, promptly paying for it when Applejack plied her labors across the interior of her folds; the expression on her face was transported, if only for a moment before regaining composure. “But you said twofold; what –else-! Would you ask of me?”
“Well,” Camarillo hesitated for a moment. “It was… I recall your singing voice. How you would be here on certain nights when Jack would be on the piano. If you would be willing to provide similar entertainment for the men –only every now and then, of course- it would be greatly appreciated. Having a woman of your caliber to raise their spirits would certainly be a boon.”
Cherry smiled, though further inspection might see it be deemed as strained. She could hardly keep still in her seat, lips sealed and body tensed as she struggled to hold back against the lavish affections she received; there was no pause now, no hesitancy in any action that Applejack now took. She wanted to see this beautiful woman squirm…
Camarillo took the silence as a negative response. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to demean yourself, of course,” he backtracked. “Only music and good tidings from their employer’s old friend. It is an option you may certainly take your time considering. Perhaps you and I could discuss details this coming Friday at my estate…”
“I- ooh- nonsense, darlin’!” Cherry’s crack in her demeanor was the tipping point, a hand reaching below and clutching down on Applejack’s wrist to bring the amorous woman’s actions to a halt. The pleading in her eyes was fiery, a desperate need for more and yet an immediate cessation.
Applejack allowed herself a smirk. She might have actually won at this little game of theirs.
“I’m sorry- we’d be glad to help you in any way we can! Anything for an old friend,” Cherry declared, smile wide and free of distress once more. “Applejack and I would certainly be happy to give your boys a pick-me-up.”
“Applejack- oh, my apologies! I have forgotten to introduce myself.” The esteemed gentleman turned to the pretty-faced blonde and gave a small bow alongside a smile. “Sam Camarillo of Camarillo Enterprises, at your service.”
“Applejack, Sweet Apple Acres. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her first words spoken yet, friendly though perhaps a bit too placid. “And I definitely agree, Cherry and I wouldn’t mind helping out in the slightest. I hope your boys don’t mind apples!”
“Ha! I doubt they would. Though I cannot say I know of an orchard nearby…” He studied the straw-haired woman for a moment, perhaps pondering if he should know her face. “I do not believe we’ve met before. How do you know Miss Jubilee?”
“Oh, we’re just a couple of gals,” Cherry answered, her works sweeter than honey as she gave her beloved’s hand a squeeze below the table. “Been business partners for the past couple months now! Been just wonderful.”
Camarillo regarded the two women with greater scrutiny. A small dawning was coming to life upon his face as he studied them; sitting close together, Cherry’s extremely sweet demeanor at the mention of her apple-minded companion, all wrapped together when his eyes fell upon the darkened smudge of lipstick that still lay on Applejack’s neck- a tinge of darkened red that just so happened to match what lay upon Cherry’s own plump lips.
Applejack gave him credit; beyond a widening of his eyes and a look of mild disappointment, Camarillo took the results of his inspection well. “It will be a pleasure to pay host to you both. Does this Friday at seven sound reasonable?”
“It certainly does for us,” Cherry replied. “I can hardly wait already.”
“I will be glad to receive you.” One last bow to them both before donning his hat and preparing to depart the comfortable saloon. “Ladies.”
The two women watched their guest leave, trotting through the swinging doors and out into the roasting desert world before allowing the masks of calmness to slip away. Applejack’s grin split open and went wide, delighting in the sight of Cherry struggling from the aftermath. The flirtatious woman had been pushed to the edge and outplayed in her own game.
“Sugar, I never knew you could be so mean,” Cherry breathed.
The blonde farmgirl gave a small Hmph! and held her head high. “That’s what you get for trying to make me jealous.”
“Aw, can’t a girl have a little fun?” Cherry teased.
“Sure. With me you can.”
Cherry did not let that thread flit away, her eyes becoming gleaming slits as she considered every possible meaning of the response. “How does right now sound?”
Applejack gave a small start and looked about the bustling saloon. Every stool at the bar still held a body, the piano was alight with music, and several tables in the corner were involved in a vibrant game of poker. Surely she didn’t mean here- but the opportunity was too good to miss, and the morning’s affair had been too abrupt for her to be satisfied. “Uh… what’d you have in mind?”
Cherry licked her lips. “Go on upstairs for me,” she said. “Third door on the right. Can you wait five minutes for me?”
“That’s a long time to wait.”
“Oh, how I agree,” Cherry said lightly. “So why don’t you make it up to me?”
Applejack let her fingers brush across Cherry’s exquisite bosom for only a moment as she left her place at the table, a slow saunter towards the stairs that she knew had the beautiful woman enraptured- and amongst her gaze were dozens of others that became enthralled at the sight, torn from drink and sound and good company to gaze upon the wondrous sight of such a being in their midst, gifted with a wondrously plush bottom that demanded their ocular worship. It was a unique sort of feeling for the modest farmgirl; rarely did she ever intend to be the subject of so much attention. But keeping Cherry fixated upon her was delicious to the senses, especially when so many others couldn’t resist the call to look themselves. Look, but can never touch, she thought. Suddenly she understood why the sweet rancher loved this sort of worship. Every aspect she possessed that Cherry so deeply adored, there for others to marvel upon but never have in even the smallest degree. No, there was only one with whom she’d be and Applejack knew it full well.
She also knew Cherry wouldn’t actually be able to wait five minutes. In fact, thirty seconds seemed a little difficult to endure.
The door opened to illuminate a comfortably furnished bedroom, darkened colors of aged wood doing little to reflect the light that poured in from outside. As the beautiful farmgirl closed the door behind her and turned to awaken nearby lamplight, she found herself considering the place rather cozy; a twin mattress adorned in dark-colored blankets, an oak rocking chair nestled in the corner and opposite the nightstand by which she now stood. It was not meant for a long-term stay, the saloon’s days as a makeshift hotel long gone. But considering some of the lovely ladies that roamed the dining hall below, it had its particular uses.
By her estimation, hardly two minutes had passed- better than the thirty seconds she’d predicted, but not by much. The door was thrust open and in strode Cherry, swiftly closing the door behind her before rushing to her beloved as though pained by their momentary parting. Their embrace came swiftly, and the kiss that followed with passion. Cherry was desperate to have her blonde beauty, wound up and ready for release thanks to Applejack’s plying touch.
To pull away from such flavorful lips was grueling, especially when the red-haired woman was so desperate to keep her close. Slowly, their unwilling departure slickened and already dripping, Applejack left her partner hungering and she laughed at the sight. Rarely was the beauteous rancher the one struggling with composure. “Got you that bad, did I?”
“Oh, you are just mean, darlin’,” Cherry breathed, pulling Applejack back in for another fierce kiss, skillful tongue piercing through the veil to find its succulent mate. “How am I supposed to resist?”
“Hmph! Now you know how I always feel,” Applejack said- and promptly received a lick across her cheek as reward for her gumption. “Not so fun when you’ve gotta watch, is it?”
Cherry didn’t seem inclined to answer, more concerned with the loving worship of Applejack’s tongue than any real conversation. That pink morsel was her great love, the executor of so many pleasurable nights for them both. She needed to see it dripping with her own flavor, lathered and lavished in every possible way, yet sucked dry and made satisfied by the works of her labors. A rhythmic suckling did she pour out upon that sweet, wondrous muscle, fierce and rapid one moment before becoming tender and loving the next; each caress of lips upon dripping tongue was meant for her satisfaction and her lover’s all at once, a decadent outpouring of entwined affections that saw the both of them incensed.
Cherry took a long, slow suck, half-lidded eyes taking in her lover’s delighted appearance- only for her actions to suddenly be interrupted by a squeak. While her attentions had been elsewhere, Applejack had returned to her pleasantries and now found fingers sneaking beneath fabric yet again, diving deep into soaked folds and resuming their act of adoration. Two fingers sliding deep into the depths of her slit in gentle rhythms, her thumb toying with the outer labia ever so slightly. Only a little movement, but enough to incite senses already inflamed.
For a moment, the crimson-haired rancher was left in a stupor. But her delight burned strong within, spurring her to recommence her latherings, arms wrapping about her beloved and pulling them tight. She wanted to feel the whole of this woman upon her, small thrusts against the hand that fed her such pleasures coming slowly to life- and deeper kisses as reward for each new stroke, her own tongue flickering away across that velvet surface with a maddened frenzy.
Applejack’s touch was agonizing and delightful all the same; the slightest brush made her wriggle, a true dive into the depths making her writhe. Oh, how wonderful was it to feel such a magnificent woman within her! Cherry’s body acted upon instinct, squirming and pressing against her strong paramour the longer they drank deep of one another. Hands swam freely across body, fingers plunging deep into plush bottom as she tried to hold on. Everything about this beautiful farmgirl was wondrous and intoxicating, the very feel of her within and against her more than she could bear.
The first strain came against the awaiting tide and Cherry did what she could to hold on; the deep, potent quiver that overcame her luxurious form, however, was impossible to miss. Knowing that she had made her mark Applejack delved deep, the entirety of her hand at work in the great act of pleasuring her beloved. The fingers that wandered within now went into a frenzy, those just outside stroking along the outer layers and spurring the senses into overdrive. The beautiful rancher was ensnared by the touch, desperate to hold out against its loving barrage while reveling in its presence. Wildly did she suck upon Applejack’s tongue, trying to distract herself from the glory that was being lavished upon her, the muffled sounds of ecstasy arriving fiercer and faster with every second-
Applejack’s ferocity won out and broke Cherry’s wavering will, one last tickle of the depths enough to bring about the tidal wave. Just as the wondrous cherry princess took a deep glide of lips across tongueflesh did she break, a muffled, brilliant moan escaping into the open world and halting her own affections. The wondrous shudder that roiled her form was like an earthquake, pent-up desperation given relief. She did not try to stem the flow, to prevent its release. All she cared about was from whom it had come, and just how deeply she adored the woman who had so thoroughly left her lavished.
The two women broke away slowly, Cherry loathe to break away from the delectable morsel that she had so thoroughly worshipped. A magnificently thick band of spittle grew taut between them as they parted, saliva breaking apart and spattering across heaving breasts- only for the two to reunite their lips once more in a thorough, messy kiss that paired so perfectly with their delighted sighs.
“My goodness… Applejack, honey,” Cherry breathed, peppering her girlfriend with a flurry of crimson kisses across lips and cheekflesh alike. “How did I ever manage with you?”
“Not like you couldn’t have anyone you wanted,” Applejack remarked. “All you needed was to ask someone.”
“Oh, but who’d be able to love me like you do?” Cherry protested, gripping all the tighter into Applejack’s lovely buttocks. She wasn’t ready to let this quietly slide away, nor allow her beautiful beau to depart from her side. “You are everything I ever needed. I just don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Applejack rolled her eyes and laughed, comfortably used to her girlfriend’s raptures post-ecstasy; the words she heard now were fairly tame when compared to what she’d heard their first night together. “Love you, too, sugarcube,” she murmured. “I’m glad you’re mine.”
“And so am I,” Cherry purred, suddenly releasing herself from Applejack’s clutches. “So very, very glad… you mind if I just- prove it to you?”
The beauteous blonde went wide-eyed as Cherry sank to the floor, rolling up the younger woman’s skirt ever so slightly before disappearing beneath its darkened fabric. Soon after, a pair of hands were felt across the bare skin of her thighs, tugging at the lining of her underwear and pulling them downwards. The lascivious woman knew exactly just what it was she sought, and to what end.
Applejack felt a small tremble of anticipation. Oh, how good this was going to feel.
Cherry busied herself with freeing that sweet prize from the depths of the farmgirl’s clothing, cream-colored underwear pulled down to the ankle so as to let the glistening prize lay there before her eyes. The poor thing was only just the slightest bit damp, not yet truly teased to build up any true soaking. Applejack would be a labor of love, it seemed; not a problem at all, by her estimation. She began with a slow, long lick from bottom to top, that thorough tongue pressing deep against the outer layer of flesh. Just a small effort, little more than a passionate kiss; no, the real fun had yet to begin.
But then came her fingers, plying their way across flesh as gloved hands caressed smooth, chiseled form. The muscles Applejack possessed-! Cherry hadn’t been able to resist from the very moment she’d lain eyes upon this magnificent woman, lusted for her body since the moment they’d met. And that exquisite bottom to boot! One last good squeeze into flesh before coming back around, slowly opening the folds of her prize for her eyes to linger upon. A small dampness was there now, was it not? She would merely have to coax out more and see what came from it. Another slow lick, this time plunging within and drinking deep of the flavor. Now she wouldn’t be able to resist seeking out more. Like moths to a flame, Cherry found herself lured in. She so dreadfully needed to drink.
Applejack found herself beset by her paramour’s love and struggled to not be overwhelmed by its potency. Cherry was desperate for her, eating her out with such a ferocity that it was marvel she wasn’t left staggering. Just what sort of hunger did the buxom beauty need to exorcise? Had her teasing really brought to life such a need? The thought was a warming one, heightening the pleasures of below into even greater realms. She needed to feel more, do more! Bidden by instinct, Applejack pulled down her top and exposed her breasts, allowing her fingers to ply at hardened nipples and bring about further arousal that paired so perfectly with the soaked latherings below. Unable to hold back, impossibly able to resist giving life to her pleasure, from her lips flowed small gasps at each new movement beneath.
Hidden below the skirt and happily at work, Cherry continued to pour into Applejack’s ever-slickening slit. Every breath her beloved took brought to life a new dribbling- soon hunted and snuffed out by her hungering tongue. She so desperately wanted to drink the fullness of this woman, make her squirm- in ways she’d never known of before! Fingers would pluck at flesh, tongue would slither through and across… there were so many ways she could enjoy herself and see her love made satisfied. Oh, how had she ever endured a day without this woman? The hunger was enough to make her very soul ache! So all the more fiercely did she lap at the dripping flow, the trickle becoming a flow. But still it was not enough, not enough-!
Applejack quivered. And then the quiver became a roar. Her gasps for air becoming moans that were held locked behind hand over mouth, this outpouring too much for her to withstand. She loved every second of it, needed more of it, but to bear it any longer was agonizing! Each new caress Cherry lathered upon her was more than she could hope to withstand, this mounting pressure pushing her to the edge until she knew at last she would fall! A great tightening of her body- and then sweet, wonderful release in the form of a slow, long siren’s song that was symphony to the senses. Out from the depths did she flow freely, Cherry’s thirsting being there to lap away at every drop that could be found. Nothing of this moment would remain but feeling and memory, so long as Cherry had her way. Even the most miniscule droplet would be sought out and devoured, the only evidence of this brilliant lovemaking the heady gasps for air that came from the blonde woman’s lips.
Thoroughly clean and lover satisfied, Cherry at last returned from her expeditions below to reclaim her position in Applejack’s arms to find her brilliant beloved still a little starstruck. It was a point of personal pride to be an exhaustive partner, but the sight of such a strong woman like Applejack left so delighted by her efforts made Cherry’s spirit soar. And what was this? A top pulled down to reveal her bosoms. Just what had Applejack been up to while she’d been busy?
“Applejack, were you touching yourself because of me?” She inquired, a light tracing of sticky fingers across the areola as though searching for proof. “Goodness, and I thought I was pent-up.”
Applejack’s features, already flush from their union, could only grin in reply. “I love ya to pieces,” was all she managed to breathe.
“And I you, sugar. Oh heavens how I love you,” Cherry said sweetly, the two uniting once more in a parade of gentle kisses made all the sweeter with new coatings of flavor. Few actions felt better, few moments saw them come closer than a simple meeting of lips, all their affections and desires summed up in one simple press.
Though they could not see it, they knew the high noon sun was fading. There was still more work to be done, eventually followed by a long trip home where more love and frolic awaited them. Each would come in time, but the next task in their day called to them, needing to reach completion.
The two beauties started for the door- and then paused as Applejack took a measuring sniff of the air. “I think… that might be us,” Applejack remarked.
“Oh, probably me,” Cherry said. “After all, you did a lovely job. Applejack, honey, would you mind cleaning up the mess you made? You’ll be thorough, won’t you?”
Author's Note
Ever since I saw this I knew I needed to write something based off it.
Women are gonna be the death of me, I swear.
Enjoy, I guess.
