BLOOD ON THE MOON PART III
Wes figured it was time for him to make a visit to the Bar BBB and introduce himself to the feisty hellcat he had first spied a few days ago at the railroad station.
The attractive female had stirred his male parts into a level of pure lust he had not felt since his “sowing oats” phase south of the border. The Spanish senoritas knew how to get a man’s juices spilling in so many pleasurable and dissolute ways. He knew he could subject a pretty female like Goldie to such goings on but doing such nasty things to an inexperienced girl like Ella Mae would not be appropriate or fair.
Now, Ella Mae’s mom was another story entirely.
He had been surprised how skillful she had proven in such affairs when they were frantically clawing at each other’s sweaty flesh with her husband asleep in the next room. Supposedly, Mary had been a schoolmarm prior to her marriage to his hapless brother. The things she did to him in the dark were not the things a normal female teacher acquired in normal surroundings.
He was really looking forward to the point in time when she felt her mourning was past and she was ready to be mounted once again.
In the meanwhile, her daughter Ella Mae was a pretty diversion to drain his demanding passion. The sweet child was not a blood relation as she was the issue of a prior dalliance between the demure and proper Mary and a drunken trooper who wandered into her bedroom at a reputable rooming house up in Dodge City.
His sister-in-law had admitted to him in the intimacy of his darkened bedroom that she was startled by the intrusion at first, then petulant and angry, and ultimately when her physical needs came to the fore, she became more than satisfied with the poor trooper’s performance.
She related to him how exciting the copulation with a complete stranger had made her feel. She told him that the very fact the besotted fool never took off his knee high boots made her juices run even sweeter. The normally quiet Mary had informed him it was also the first time she had been made to take it up her dirt hole. Wes had noticed how even the mere discussion of such treatment caused her to pant with restrained emotion. He took that as a signal to bend her over the edge of his bed and discover just how tight her little rear door had remained even after several years as his brother’s spouse.
Ella Mae was just leaving the house when he entered the small kitchen.
“I got to get some linen to make us some new sheets. These things are so dusty; they must have been at the Alamo.”
She brushed her plump teenaged hip against him and gave him a knowing wink as she left the house.
Mary was engrossed in lathering some socks in the sink. It looked like she was cleaning all of their socks together in one pail. He hoped she might even darn the ones with big holes in them.
From his position at the table, he could see her curved ass cheeks swinging to and fro under her abbreviated attire. It was obvious she had omitted her customary bloomers as she had no plans to go outside for any reason. The movement of the sensuous heart-shaped posterior was too much for a man of the Marshal’s resolute virility. The prominent tent in his trousers gave ample warning of his passionate nature.
Poor Mary was bent over the sink and really never saw it coming.
The first thing she felt was the probing of his rampant cock between her bum cheeks. Then Wes wrapped his muscular arms around her and took her ear lobe into his mouth and worried it with his gentle teeth. He had known from prior experience how that simple act inflamed the hidden passion hidden beneath the surface of Mary’s calm exterior.
“Oh, my darling, it has been so long. I am ready for your love-stick. Do it to me from behind standing up just like we used to do in your silent darkened room. I pray you lift my dress and address me with your beautiful member.”
Wes quickly lifted Mary’s skirts and was filled with a frenzied lust as soon as her delicately shaped globes of female flesh came into his view. He spread them with a single motion and guided his pulsating cock right into her dripping slit. She had not trimmed her bush for quite some time and he loved the sight of her hairy mound waiting for his feverish impalement.
The mature female voiced a very girlish squeal of delight as he slid deep inside her soaking wet pussy. Her rounded hips fit perfectly between his legs and he drove her body hard into the wooden sink stand. Mary hung on for dear life as he battered her hard from behind.
“Oh my god. Yes, yes, yes, go deeper, my darling. Make me take it all. Poke me with your lovely cock. There. Right there. Yes, do it there. Harder! Do it harder! Get me good and deep! I’m Cumming! Agh. Yes, yes, I can’t stop. Don’t stop! Please don’t stop. My darling, please, please, please don’t take it out.”
Wes was grunting like a rutting animal and made Mary’s ass cheeks bounce with his passionate thrusts. He knew she had already had a very juicy orgasm by the wetness all over his cock and running down the insides of his legs. He felt his own juices rising from his tortured ball sacs and filling his shaft with spurts of creamy cum that sprayed forcefully into his sister-in-law’s long deprived pussy. He held her on the end of his cock for a long time.
When he started to pull out, Mary protested and squeezed her pussy lips tight together to hold him inside her. They walked together like Siamese twins jointed at the pussy and cock into Mary’s bedroom.
“Take it out now and stick it up my dirt-hole.”
Wes slowly withdrew from her heated pussy and Mary used her own hands to spread her ass cheeks wide for his entrance.
The sight of the familiar brown hole put steel back into Wes’s rod and he rubbed his throbbing bulb head up and down the sex-starved widow’s ass crack. With one single move, he lodged himself right at the entrance to her brown eye and pushed resolutely forward almost throwing Mary off balance.
“Oh, God! Right there, Wes, Make me take it. I will be a good girl and take it all for you, my darling. Yes, shove it in deep, my love.”
Wes needed no further encouragement and concentrated on spreading open the recalcitrant little pucker hole. Mary gasped as her defenses gave way. Her wrinkled sphincter opened reluctantly to accept the long thick cock deep inside the widow’s seldom visited rectum. She bunched up the bedspread in her delicate fists and bit the soft pillow with her pearl white teeth to keep from shouting out her pleasure at deep impalement. Her gut was rumbling and she heard a very unladylike release of gas that made her face redden in embarrassment.
The tightness of the widow’s petite ass forced Wes to shoot his load a lot quicker than he would have preferred, but his lust was so strong, he had no other choice.
Mary whimpered with each spurt of creamy cum into her gut. Her pussy lips were already seeping the Marshal’s deposit and now that was joined by a similar little river of cream escaping from her quivering wrinkle hole. She was immobilized by the weight of the heavily muscled Marshal on her back and her breath was shallow from constricted lungs. Even in that frozen state of skin to skin, flesh to flesh, she realized she was falling into another irreversible orgasm that left her shuddering between the Marshall and the unyielding bed mattress.
The first thing Mary said to him was,
“Don’t tell Ella Mae you are poking me, Wes. She is still pretty innocent and wouldn’t understand at all. I know you been poking her good and proper since we been here. I don’t mind as long as you promise me you won’t hurt the poor girl’s female feelings.”
Wes was surprised but was glad it was out in the open.
“I surely do promise, Mary. I wouldn’t hurt that sweet girl for anything in the world.”
The Marshal rode out of town with mixed feelings. He knew he liked Mary a whole lot and she was a real hot tamale in bed but the sweet trembling sensation that Ella Mae’s pussy and tiny little bum hole made him feel young again and put a definite lightness in his step and a smile on his face whenever he pictured her pretty pussy open and waiting for his greedy cock.
The Bar BBB was a giant of a spread. The colonel was running upwards of 20,000 head and he had line riders all the way to the Mexican border. The main house was more like a fortress than a house with bristling gun ports and well-armed guards at every corner. A few years earlier, a treacherous bandito had kidnapped the colonel’s wife and had left her a broken piece of humanity with a fear of all male voices. The colonel had made it his life’s goal to track down the vicious man and his cohorts. There were rumors of the colonel’s revenge that made any bandito doubly cautious about coming anywhere close to the vicinity of the Bar BBB.
He recognized Silas the long time foreman as he came out on the huge veranda of the main house. The razor thin gunman was flanked by the two detective agency hired guns with their thousand mile stares.
“Howdy, Marshal! What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“How do Silas! Expecting trouble? Ya got some serious hardware in your welcoming committee.”
Silas chuckled and the two hardcases just looked bored.
“The colonel’s niece is visiting and he is mighty concerned with her safety.”
The other two bandito types swung in behind him on their splendid mounts and now Wes was starting to get a little perturbed about the show of force and the artillery surrounding him. Even his usually calm horse started to snort in the tension charged atmosphere.
Just then, the female that was the reason for his obviously unwelcome visit came out on the veranda and asked,
“Who is this gentleman, Mr. Silas?”
Silas nodded the two backshooters away and took his hat in his hand before he replied,
“This be Marshal Hardin, Miss Agatha. Best you stay inside right now.”
The stunningly beautiful girl shaded her eyes from the low hanging sun and smiled up at Wes with a look that made him go weak in the knees. He was glad to be seated in the saddle where it was not so obvious.
“Do come inside the house, Marshal. My name is Agatha Hawkins and my uncle is indisposed at the moment with some business in the stables.”
Wes stepped down from his horse. The invitation was given and accepted. The hired help was bound to abide by the conventions and stay out of the way of the boss’s business or the business of his family or guests.
The Marshal followed the swaying hips of the young lady called Agatha into a room bigger than most houses. She brushed back a loose strand of silky hair from her beautiful face featuring strong eyebrows, delicate eyelashes and a nose that turned up perkily at the last moment. He wondered if her swelling breasts followed the same contours. Her eyes were deep and soft. He could see the simmering heat of passion in her genteel gaze. The absence of shyness was a signal of hidden depths. When she turned to lead the way to the table with some refreshments, he could see the sensuous curve of her youthful hip and the taut shelf of her firm buttocks. He had this sudden urge to cup her ass cheeks and have her lean back into him as he explored her hidden secrets and womanly parts.
When he reached for the glass of lemonade, their hands brushed together and he felt the shocking tingle of her physical touch.
Unable to restrain himself, Wes felt his huge member begin to unfurl inside his trousers and soon the bulge and an unmistakable outline of a male cock struggled to free itself from captivity.
Agatha glanced down into his lap several times and he heard her giggle behind her hand as she looked up into his demanding eyes with an equally heated look of her own. She reached out her hand to him and led him to a small pantry with no outlet except the sturdy door of entrance. She left the door open just a crack and peered out as the Marshal began to explore her feminine geography from the rear. He inhaled the scent of her recently washed hair and dipped his fingers into her honey pot of liquid fire.
Agatha shuddered and whimpered in a submissive manner. She allowed Wes to push his fingers into her most private hole of all. His exploration of her nether hole was so exciting that the Marshal presented his rock-hard cock between the lovely young girl’s ass cheeks and pushed steadily forward until he was lodged safely inside getting deeper with every little wiggle of her exquisite hips.
He wasn’t even all the way fully seated when the tightness and the heat made him shoot his load into the beautiful young girl’s ass. She was panting and almost fainted with the emotion that swept her back into his arms. Her orgasm was not faked. He could feel her juices cover his tool with sweet stickiness. Wes tilted her head back and explored her inexperienced mouth with his greedy tongue. He could feel the hardness of her nipples under her summer blouse.
When he pulled out, she sighed like a child robbed of a toy.
They both returned to the main room and waited for the colonel to return from his “business” in the stable. He spilled a little of the lemonade on his hand and Agatha leaned forward to suck it off with her long and talented tongue.
Wes hoped this Agatha Hawkins would be here in town for an extended stay. He could still see her nipples pushing against the front of her blouse as they waited for the colonel to join them in the great room.
He hoped they would not be noticed because they told of tale of a recently satisfied pussy and he was the obviously guilty partner.
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