Blood on the Moon Part II, a short story by harrylime. Date added: 2012-04-03. Times viewed: 6773.
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- Intro: He just pushed her upper leg up to her bosom and slipped his rampant cock in the back of her pretty teenaged vagina without a single word.
BLOOD ON THE MOON PART II
Mary wasted no time in getting things in order in the Hardin household. She personally did the shopping to lay in provisions absent in the small kitchen.
Wes had inherited most of the kitchenware from the previous owner. The unfortunate predecessor, Marshal Hancock was suspiciously trampled in a stampede of unknown origins.
He had already gotten used to the townsfolk anticipating his sudden demise in a similar “accident” so very convenient for the removal of obstacles to personal greed and the struggle for precious power. Wes was not overly concerned as that was the way of survival in a frontier town. As long as he got his pay and bonuses on time, he was willing to take the risks attached to the dangerous job.
Ella Mae and Wes sat patiently at the small table waiting for Mary to serve up the first home-cooked meal consumed in the house since Wes had moved in his gear. The aroma of the stew and tomato sauce made their mouths water. He was glad Mary could not see Ella Mae wiggle her tiny toes impishly in his semi-rigid groin. The girl had been rubbing up against him ever since he had poked her brown eye the day they arrived in town. He opined it was about the tightest hole he had ever spread open with his rock-hard cock. She was so tight around his thick shaft that he feared he had sustained some damage in the forceful cleaving of her pretty posterior.
Mary was still dressed in her widow’s garb and it was righteous as her husband had only been underground for about 2 weeks. She was still as acid tongued as he remembered but she had not lost any of her shapely charms and her facial comeliness made his cock tingle whenever he glanced her way.
Ever the mother figure, Mary insisted they all say a prayer of thanks before eating and she intoned something missed by Wes because he was being mauled between his legs by the feisty Elle Mae’s capricious foot.
Since the widow Mary was temporarily distracted by her requisite mourning role and the prospect of bedding the lovely daughter Ella Mae seemed a bit reckless even for the risk-taking Marshal, he decided to sashay over to the Lazy Branch for some female companionship.
Wes knew Candy was not back yet from the shopping trip to the railhead but he was desperate to bestow solace to his overly-teased member. Two new fillies from Denver were filling in for Candy in her absence and he heard the barber spouting his usual tall tales touting the oral skills of the older one who went by the name of Goldie. He was of a mind to partake of some of her well-practiced skills in order to relieve his poor attention-demanding cock.
Ella Mae pouted when he announced he was out to take care of some “business” but Mary seemed somewhat relieved. He suspected she anticipated he would be knocking on her bedroom door after a suitable period of mourning for his suddenly departed brother. If memory served him correctly, she would be waiting on her hands and knees as she was a devoted practitioner of the doggy style school of sexual copulation. Probably from years of service to accommodate his brother’s bad back.
That was certainly agreeable to Wes because his favorite sound was that of his own balls slapping against a willing female’s bottom.
The Lazy Branch was sort of quiet that night. None of the drovers were in town and the riders from the Bar BBB were nowhere in sight. Only some scattered husbands whose wives were long asleep and a quartet of gamblers shuffling cards in symbolic disregard of physical need for rest.
“Evening, Marshal, what brings you out so late. Candy ain’t here, ya know. She’ll be back day after tomorrow.”
Wes looked at “Lady Fancypants” a not unattractive but very overweight woman in her fifties with a reputed flair for wearing the most outrageous bloomers ever seen. He wondered what little number she was sporting under the ankle-length gown. Two girls sitting right next to her showed some interest as he was male and might be interested in giving one of them a gift for some private time in a vacant bedroom up above the bar. Fancy, as she liked to be called, introduced them as “Carmela” and “Goldie”.
It was obvious that Goldie was the elder.
He took her to be in her mid-thirties and possessed of a fine figure and a pair of the puffiest and most seductive lips he had ever seen.
He bought all three of them a drink which did a lot to mollify Fancy about his presence in the den of iniquity.
“Might I ask, Miss Goldie if you are of a mind to share some of this bottle upstairs in private?”
Goldie looked quickly to Fancy for permission.
Her barely perceptible nod of approval brought a smile to Goldie’s mouth and those lips just got bigger and juicier in Wes’s imagination. He was filled with an almighty itch to see if the barber was accurate in his description of Miss Goldie’s oral skills.
When they closed the bedroom door, Wes put a gold piece in the tray next to the door. It was the standing fee for use of the Lazy Branch private bedrooms. What went on inside was between the customers and the girls working exclusively for the establishment. He poured Goldie a generous shot of whiskey and tossed back a double shot of the terrible tasting rotgut.
“Would I be too forward to ask you to oil my tool up with your pretty mouth, Miss Goldie?”
The attractive petite girl giggled and started to loosen up Wes’s belt and trousers to release his ready cock for action. She grabbed his rampant cock in both hands and covered it with wet and slippery kisses from her seductively shaped mouth. The feel of the puffy lips all around his purple bulb made Wes groan in pleasure. He wrapped his hands in Goldie’s hair and guided her head back and forth in perfect rhythm for his explosive release of creamy cum.
She stopped long enough to tell him that she expected him to “poke her female hole real good” if she performed to his liking.
Wes nodded his head in agreement.
That was the very least he could do to repay the willing female for her efforts at pleasuring his aroused manhood.
The sounds of Goldie slurping him with her saliva dripping mouth brought Wes to a fever pitch of anticipated release. His grip on her head and her hair between his fingers gave him leverage as his hips sawed back and forth into her pretty mouth. He felt his cock push down into the girl’s well lubricated throat and her momentary gag reflex caused him some concern but he found he was unable to stop. The only thing he had on his mind was the ultimate spurting of his sticky semen into the willing girl’s mouth and to view the sight of his white sticky goo sliding down to her lovely pointed chin.
He was unable to stifle his shout of triumph as his ball sacs drained forcefully between Goldie’s puffy red lips. The look of panic in her eyes as his semen shot into her throat was matched with her frantic swallowing as she fought to take it all into her quivering tummy.
Goldie was crying a little bit but not from anything except a sort of relieved excitement that she had “done a good job”. Wes patted her on top of her head in heartfelt appreciation for her superior skills.
“Stand up, girl! Let’s see that pretty bottom.”
Wes took Goldie by her shoulders and spun her around until she faced away from him. Then he eased her long drawers down to the floor and pulled her French panties down far enough that he could see the pretty brown eye peeking out of her ass crack and the lovely plum of her womanhood pulsating in anticipation of impalement.
“Make me take it, Marshal Wes. Make me bend over for it and spank my naughty ass nice and hard. I am a very bad girl and I do very bad things every night. I deserve to be spanked good and proper to make me suffer for my bad girl ways.”
The twin white globes were jiggling with excitement as Wes took turns spanking them both with heated abandon. The sound of the Marshal’s rough hands slapping with a meaty sound into Goldie’s plump bottom was all too deliciously depraved.
Goldie had actually had two orgasms before Wes was able to place his rock-hard cock right on the entrance to her mature womanhood. As soon as it touched her down there, a fine spray of female juices fell to the bedspread in mute evidence of her sensuous nature.
She groaned like a lovesick calf when the Marshal’s thick cock parted her lips and slowly slid deep inside. Goldie started to pound the bed with her fist and she begged the Marshal to “Poke me good and hard, Marshal”. The sex-crazed creature was so obsessed with her own impalement that she started to chant in a crazy sing-song voice, “fuck me deep, you nasty prick. Poke me, poke me, poke me good and hard. Get it in deep and make me take it.”
Her performance only served to make Wes more demanding in his spirited penetration of Goldie’s female parts. He grasped her plump cheeks and squeezed them as hard as he could. She whined and whimpered to no avail. Seeking to push her over the edge one more time, he inserted first one and then more of his fingers into her tiny brown hole. Her whole body shuddered at the indignity but she took it in a spirit of submissiveness somewhat unfamiliar to her. There was something about the Marshal that made even a well-seasoned professional like Goldie strive to offer the greatest pleasure possible.
The force of Goldie’s orgasm was a signal to Wes to open the flood-gates of his built-up sticky fluids. He spurted time and again deep inside her quivering pussy lips until the white cream rushed out around the sides of his demanding cock.
They both found it necessary to rest almost half an hour before returning to the almost deserted bar-room. Fancy smiled up at them and asked,
“You love-birds have a nice conversation?”
“I think, Mrs. Fancy, the good Marshal could show you a few new tricks.”
They both seemed to find that amusing and Wes sidled out the front door before he could be drawn into the conversation.
The lights were out in the small house and Wes took off his boots before entering the door. He tiptoed down the hallway to his bedroom and made sure both Mary’s and Ella Mae’s doors were tightly closed. The Marshal slid under the sheet in a state of semi-exhaustion only to find a pleasingly plump posterior presented for his “spooning” without further delay.
There was no doubt this was the sex-crazed Ella Mae wanting his shaft inside one of her openings so that she could fall asleep with a sense of satisfied fulfillment.
It was so late and so outrageous that Wes didn’t even argue. He just pushed her upper leg up to her bosom and slipped his rampant cock into the back of her teenage vagina without a single word.
The girl was so wet she only shuddered with passion and started to orgasm immediately. He didn’t know how long she was waiting for his cock but he had no doubt her imagination made her suffer the pangs of relentless anticipation over and over again.
Not wanting to spank the naughty girl for fear of waking up her mother, Wes pinched her ass cheeks in a cruel way to hear her gasp of dismay. He even reached up and twisted her tender little nipples in an unseemly manner. His silent treatments were matched with her stifled moans and stuffing of fingers into her mouth to keep from making any noise in the silent house.
The sounds of Mary’s snores were audible to both as Ella Mae slipped out of the bed and crept back down the hall to her own bedroom.
Wes listened for a short while and then fell off into a deep sleep dreaming of puffy red lips that never stopped working like some perpetual motion timepiece of ingenious design.
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