Sunday, January 18, 2009

Erotic Lesbian Stories by Sage Sweetwater (The Smokehouse Tales)



(The Smokehouse Tales)...life for the pioneer woman revolved around the smokehouse. Smokehouses were once necessary for the preservation of meat during the warm weather. Kinsey Abbot came from a fourth generation of smokers. The smokehouse had the original chinking and clay daubing, the infill between the logs, with hog's hair binder. The holes in the back of the wall of the smokehouse made a draft to make the fire smoke well. All throughout the valley in the mountain climate rich with fertile soil, the smokehouse permeated the air. Women took notice.

Kinsey Abbot lit the fire in the pit. Hooks with salmon, bacon, and hams hung from the smokehouse rafters. She leveled off a teaspoon of cure per five pounds. She tossed in cracked pepper to dry-cure venison hard salami. Kinsey Abbot looked up from her cutting jerkey board and saw a woman dressed in a wrap-around skirt coming up the scaffoled steps into the big log front door of the mountain smokehouse.

"The smell drove me out," the woman said. "Hickory and pecan wood makes me want to get all dressed up." She was carrying a cloth bag in the same hand as her purse.

"Do you live in the valley?" Kinsey asked.

"Yes."

"What can I do for you?" Kinsey asked.

The woman pulled a two-pound block of gouda cheese wrapped in cheesecloth from the bag. "I'd like you to smoke this," she said. "Wine sits chilling."

"Take about an hour. Cheese is cold-smoked. Temperatures range from seventy to a hundred degrees - don't want to cook it and turn it into cheese soup."

"Can I wait?" the woman asked.

"Sure. It'll be ready at closing time - about an hour." Kinsey adjusted the ambient temperature. She filled an aluminum pan with smoldering woodchips and ice and placed it on the lower rack. She filled the drip bowl with ice instead of water to help reduce the internal temperature to keep it under ninety degrees.

While Kinsey had her back turned filling the pan with ice, the woman quietly walked over and locked the big log door. She picked out the corner next to the sausage stuffer on the original chopping block and sat in the corner on the wood plank floor, on a throw pillow covered in a log cabin scene and pine trees. Kinsey had these throw pillows in every corner, stacked four high.

When Kinsey turned around, her disbelief and total shock to what she saw raised the smokehouse temperature! The woman had removed her wrap-around skirt. She was sitting on the the throw pillow with her legs spread wide open, wearing a pair of boxer shorts with the fly open and protruding out of the fly was a big latex cock! She was packing! She was packing! Yes! She was packing!

"Oh my God! What are you doing!" Kinsey shrieked, watching the woman stroking the cock with her right hand, with a hard look of lust. This rare kind of thing puts a mountain woman right in her place! Free and in nature's way to do the only thing a woman can do! Fuck the smokehouse fire out of her and ice down her clit!

The woman looked up at the sausage stuffer and the non-verbal innuendo answered by her eyes sent Kinsey to lock the big log door, seeing it had already been done. Everything was coming up big logs! She thought, Fuck me, your cheese will be ready in - we have 50 minutes - Oh my God! OH! Apple, cherry, maple, pecan, hickory, cheddar, mozarella, swiss, gouda, fontina, provolone, parmesan, pepper jack off!

The woman removed the boxer shorts.

"You're just full of surprises," Kinsey said, now as naked as a smokehouse Abbot. "Aren't you?"

"And aren't you glad it's not a roll-up awning you roll up and stow away at the end of the seasoning?" the woman said, seducing Kinsey to take her sausage stuffer inside of her wet pussy. The smoke billowed from out back of the smokehouse, seen all throughout the valley. The women took notice. And so did Kinsey Abbot. The woman now showed her feminine side. She was wearing a pretty corsette harness in patent leather. This lovely little harness doubled as a piece of lingerie because of its unique, lace-up back piece. It was made of the same swirly velvet material as the front panel, the corset-like back laced up in the middle and was shaped so it pointed down. It sit right above the woman's ass, turning her ass into a sexy little heart shape. The extra material was lightly padded and provided added stability to keep the whole harness and cock firmly in place when fucking. There were little loops sewn on the inside of the front straps and the back piece to hold garter straps, to make out for one sexy contraption!

Kinsey reached up to the sausage stuffer table and pulled off one hog casing for sausage stuffing, and fitted it over the latex cock. "Get down on all fours and let me fuck you that way," the woman said. "First..." and before she could finish, Kinsey kissed her, pushing her tongue in the woman's mouth in the most erotic kiss in the most erotic smokehouse fire situation she'd ever been in. Kinsey put her knees on the pillows, and the woman fucked her pussy from the backside and fire poured from inside Kinsey's pussy in an old day setting of sausage making. The hog casing lubricated with Kinsey's pussy juice, the smokehouse condom adding that much more sexual excitement to the affair. "Deeper!" Kinsey cried, rubbing her clit with ice. "Root it deeper!"

For forty five minutes, the woman fucked Kinsey, on her knees and begging for more. At fifty minutes, Kinsey rose from her knees, washed her hands, and pulled the two pound block of cheese from the rack and wrapped it back in cheese cloth, while the woman dressed. She handed it to the woman. "No charge."

"Wine sits chilling...thank you," the woman said, unlocking the big log door.

"Salmon jerky is smoked longer and hotter than normal and gives the jerky more body and strength. It can be eaten as finger food with mustard or cocktail sauce," Kinsey said.

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The Abbot girls keep the smokehouse fired. All throughout the valley in the mountain climate rich with fertile soil, the smokehouse permeated the air. Women took notice. The other Abbot girl, Lindsey Abbot lit the fire in the pit. Hooks with salmon, bacon, and hams hung from the smokehouse rafters. She smoked Atlantic salmon and configured jerky size pieces, coating them with a special seasoning and citrus tang rub. Lindsey Abbot looked up from her cutting jerkey board and saw a woman dressed in a wrap-around skirt coming up the scaffoled steps into the big log front door of the mountain smokehouse...

Copyright 1/18/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, unrivaled, bringing you the upper tier in lesbian erotica

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