No Strangers Allowed in Tombstone Part II

Blackie reported the train station arrival of the stranger off the train from Dodge City. He told his boss that the stranger had checked into the hotel under the name of T.S. Hardison. His boss muttered something about “I hope he ain’t no cousin of John W.” Blackie didn’t give a shit about whose cousin he was, he just wanted to get back down to the Long Branch and see if Suzy Belle was free for another quick poke.

Blackie’s boss was the town Sheriff, “Bat” Younger. Rumor had it that he got his nickname from the way he cold cocked drunks when they turned their backs on him. His 3 older brothers had been on the outlaw trail most of their adult life with little to show for it. He had decided to turn the law to a profit and had wrested control of Tombstone from a crooked Mayor with no effective muscle to back up his corrupt practices.

Everyone in Tombstone paid their tithe to Sheriff Younger. His gang of bully boys drank for free and terrorized everyone in reach from the sluttiest whore at the Long Branch to former schoolteacher, Miss Lily. Miss Lily was Bat’s personal assistant now. She could be heard almost every night howling in pain and pleasure as Bat sodomized her above the jail house. She was a naïve little thing when she stepped off the stagecoach six months ago. Now, she could swear and drink as hard and long as any slut over at the Long Branch. Her hair was the longest and most beautiful of any female in three days ride in any direction. Her splendid mammaries were the envy of every slut in town.

It was her proud, prudish ass that attracted Bat to the tiny schoolteacher.

Miss Lily was basically a petite female except for her formidable bottom. The swell of her ass cheeks made every male who saw her stop in their tracks. Many a spouse cracked a staring husband on the back of his head with a firm hand right in public to remind them they were already married. When Bat saw those ass cheeks on a proud, prudish female, he knew he had to possess them and train them in every depravity known to mankind.

She was over at the Long Branch when Blackie walked in with that “Where the fuck is the pussy” stare that knows no obstacle. Lily took a bottle from the barkeep and brought it over to Blackie with a pair of fairly clean glasses. The rotgut was a good sanitizer anyway.

“You are out early tonight, Blackie.”

“Hello, Miss Lily, I got some business with Suzie Belle that just can’t wait, if you know what I mean.”

Lily had just seen Suzie Belle heading up the stairs with one of the cattle drovers off a long dry trail with no female companionship for 3 long months. She didn’t think Suzie Belle would be free for the remainder of the evening. That cowpuncher was likely to squander his entire three month’s pay in poking Suzie’s willing but expensive pussy.

“Sorry, big fellow, I think she might be unavailable this evening. How about a drink?”

Blackie’s disappointment was profound. Lily could see his desperate cock sticking out under the table. It had still not the digested the bad news.

Lily leaned closer to Blackie. She covered her mouth and whispered in his recently washed ear,

“I can scratch your itch if you keep quiet about it. Meet me out in the stable in back. Leave out the front door. Now act all angry like and yell at me”.

Blackie caught on real fast. He slammed his drink down on the table and called Miss Lily a very nasty name. The other patrons were amused but studiously oblivious by the tirade.

Blackie had second thoughts on the way back to the stable. He knew his boss considered Lily his “property” and would be dangerously unhappy with anyone that used his special slut for any kind of sex. Right now, his cock was so close to shooting a premature load; he didn’t care what the consequences turned out to be. All he knew was pussy was waiting for him in the stable and his cock was going to be buried in young pussy as soon as he could get there.

Lily was nervous as a farm girl milking her first cow.

He calmed her down and told her to bend over the horse saddle rack. Blackie warned her not to make too much noise so people passing would not hear her sounds. He knew how loud she could be if she got it up her rear door. Blackie concentrated on Lily’s pussy, much to her delight. She was fed up with the constant anal demands of the Sheriff every night. Her pucker hole was getting a lot looser from his constant pounding of her sphincter muscle. A cock in her pussy was just what the doctor ordered. She was starting to leak pussy juice ever before Blackie could get inside her vaginal lips. The deadly gunman was a lot bigger than his boss in the man meat department. She was getting stretched wider than she ever felt before. It was delicious. She loved it. The probing cock plumbed her womanly depths in places that had never been touched.

Lily took a whip handle off the wall and bit into it as hard as she could. Her stifled groans and her shuddering ass cheeks revealed just how much she was enjoying this standard penetration of her womanly parts. She looked over her shoulder at the tall, lean outlaw and let her juices flow out onto his impaling cock and the muscular legs locking her into place for his enjoyment.

She gasped,

“I love it up deep in there like that. Give me your cream, Blackie. I will take it all up deep inside. I need it so bad. I used to be a good girl, but I am a bad girl now. Make me your slut girl, Blackie. I promise to take care of you real good, even in my backside if you want to poke me back there.”

Blackie grabbed the tiny little ex-schoolteacher by her throat and her hair and pulled her head up so he could see her eyes when his cum exploded inside of her. He marveled at how her eyes got all soft and misty as he spurted deep inside her.

“Thank you, Blackie. Thank you. I needed a real man so bad. I will be a bad girl for you. I can be a good girl for you too. Promise you will try to protect me, Blackie. I will be let you do anything you want with me. I am so afraid of Sheriff Younger.”

Blackie reassured the girl that she could count on him. But, he told her they needed to keep this quiet and not to let Bat know they were lovers.

“I would never, Blackie. I love you, Blackie. I will do anything to make you happy. I will take care of your cock like it has never been tended before.”

The girl had tears in her eyes as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She scooped his semi-erect cock into her wet and willing mouth for a deal-sealing blow job. A blow job that drained him of what little cum he had remaining inside him.

They exited separately from the stable. Fortunately, nobody saw them together.

Later that night, Blackie sat on his bunk under the Sheriff’s bedroom listening to poor Lucy howl her loudest at Bat’s ass pounding. He found his hands coming dangerously close to his twin colts. It took a major effort to restrain himself from rushing in and blowing several holes in Sheriff Bat Younger. He told himself the time was coming for an end to all this foolishness.

Maybe the new stranger in town was the answer to his problem of speeding up the demise of Sheriff Younger before he found out the disloyalty of his second-in-command. His own personal gunslinger on a string.

Lily lay on the bed all alone.

She remembered the sweet loving she had received in the stable from the handsome Blackie. Her pussy was still quivering from his beautiful poking and his puddle of cum was still deep inside her. It took her mind off the soreness in her seriously stretched pucker hole. The Sheriff had given it to her good and proper tonight. She was angry at herself because once he was inside her back there; she loved every minute of it. The cock buried deep inside her fundament made her insides roll around like room full of butterflies. The friction of his meaty cock sliding in and out of her clenching anus made her extra vocal every time. She wanted so bad to be punished by the Sheriff for her nasty, terrible, dirty thoughts and her overwhelming desire to make amends for her naughty behavior. He was too tired to spank her tonight and she wanted it so bad. Maybe she could ask Blackie to use the whip in the stable on her before he poked her the next time.

There just had to be a next time.

Lily was certain Blackie was the man for her. A dangerous man, to be sure, but he was so very intelligent and seemed to have a plan for everything. She needed that badly. She needed a man she could depend on when the chips were down to come to her rescue.

She was certain Blackie was that man.