No Strangers Allowed in Tombstone Part V

Lucy thought Bat looked a little subdued when she entered the jail. He usually was quite loud and demanding just to show her who was boss. He told her to go upstairs. She surmised that something was amiss and was not surprised to see him appear at the door with his leather belt in his hand. Lucy quickly went down into the doggy position to give Bat good access to her rear end and lots of room to swing his belt. She had become a well-trained submissive after months of obedience training by Sheriff Bat Younger. The energy employed by Bat to spank her bottom with the leather belt startled her.

He was further incensed when he saw her gaping ass hole. It was visual proof that Miss Innocence was taking it in the ass behind his back.

Lucy started to cry when Bat continued to use the belt with a determined and uncharacteristic concentration. She wiggled her bottom in an attempt to induce him to change his focus from discipline to sexual activities. Finally, the lure of the gaping pucker hole was too much for Bat. He yanked down his trousers and shoved his throbbing cock up into Miss Lucy’s gaping ass. His frenzied thrusting was matched by his spirited hand spanking of her exposed flanks.

The poor girl was in a tizzy of distress.

This was the most abrupt defilement of her body ever performed by the obsessed Sheriff. She had already experienced two mind-boggling orgasms and was well on her way to a third when the Sheriff began to spurt his seed deep inside her rectum. No sooner was he finished, than he flipped her over on her back and shoved his still rock hard cock deep into her already flooded vagina. The wild action pushed her over the top and she expended her third orgasm in a blur of naked skin coming together with the meaty sound of pure unadulterated lust.

Lucy lay on the bed in a pool of cum.

Bat had managed to push all her buttons and she was totally exhausted from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.

He had other ideas in his head and his desire to humiliate this fallen schoolteacher obsessed his brain. She had to pay for her disloyalty to him.

“Get yourself dressed up real pretty in that yellow and black dress I bought you.”

“Hell’s fire, honey, I am plain tuckered out.”

A few well-placed smacks on Miss Lucy’s cum covered ass changed her mind in a hurry.

Bat wanted to pay an unannounced call on the high riding Marshall with Miss Lucy as his bait to get the Marshall to see things his way.

Marshall Hardison was already bedded down with the succulent Teresa, the Mexican girl who had welcomed him so warmly when he arrived in Tombstone. His cum and her juices had already soiled the sheets in several places. The hotel laundry would be very busy tomorrow morning.

The knock on door brought a frown to the Marshall’s weather lined face. He slowly padded over to the door stark naked and holding his six-shooter behind his back. Teresa’s eyes were wide open with fear. She hoped it was not her mamacita come to pay her a visit.

Bat shouted through the locked door.

“Open up, Hardison, I know you are in there. I got Miss Lucy here to continue her conversation with you.”

The Marshall placed his Stetson over his semi-erect cock and opened the door. A somewhat drunk Sheriff entered pulling the mortified ex-schoolteacher behind him. The yellow and black low-cut gown did nothing to hide the swell of her heaving bosoms. She was wearing the black fishnet stockings that were all the fashion in Tombstone for most females of dubious character claiming residence in the rough and tumble Western crossroads town. The raised black leather boots were specially made for her to accentuate the curve of her beautiful ass cheeks and the shapely tone of her long slender legs.

Teresa hid her face in the pillow but made no effort to cover her plump and erotically shaped bottom or to hide her generous and gloriously nippled breasts. Her trimmed bush was obviously recently used with noticeable dampness and traces of Marshall Hardison’s creamy cum still visible here and there.

Lucy was immediately jealous of the dark-skinned girl.

She smiled when she saw the Marshall covering his nakedness with only his hat in front of him.

“Marshall, I want to dicker with you man to man. I spied you poking my Lucy girl here and I want to negotiate a truce with you about my errors of judgment here in Tombstone. I propose to give you poking rights to Miss Lucy in return for your easing off on my shortcomings.”

Lucy gasped in astonishment.

Her master had just disposed of her like she was a dance hall whore up on a block. This was the most humiliating experience of her western adventure. The fact that she was drawn to the hard as nails Marshall made it even more embarrassing.

Theresa thought all of these non-Hispanic people were a little bit “loco” and turned over on her stomach and hummed a little song about a Senorita lamenting her lost lover gone so far away and never to return.

Bat took a look at those magnificent ass cheeks rising like Twin Mountains of pleasure waiting to be climbed. They beckoned him from the top of the sheets and his cock began to rise like yeast in a baker’s oven.

He went over to the now lonely Mexican girl and began to massage her generously proportioned bottom.

Teresa started to whimper at the touch.

The Marshall saw his interlude with the Mexican housekeeper had come to an end and turned his attentions to Miss Lucy.

“Lucy, don’t you pay that loco Sheriff any mind at all. You are not beholden to me in any way. Of course, I would be pleasured for your company at any time. I will be moving on from here to Wichita and you are welcome to join me if you are not welcome to be with Sheriff Younger any longer.”

Lucy could not believe her good fortune. An opportunity to get out of Tombstone and all the nasty reminders of her disgusting fall from grace. Wichita was an up and coming railway town and she might have an opportunity to go back to teaching. She would do anything the Marshall asked of her to have that chance to get back on her feet again.

Bat was already putting Teresa’s ankles up on his shoulders and getting ready to poke her dripping pussy. The lively little housekeeper was ready to receive the huge cock. Her eyes were fixated on the head of Bat’s cock as it lined up on her expectant pussy lips. She exhaled a loud sigh as he slowly slid inside her wet channel.

Lucy watched the performance with a sense of relief. She was happy to have Bat find another avenue of escape for his enthusiastic cock pounding. She turned back to the Marshall and melted into his arms. Her hand strayed down to his rising cock and she rubbed it on her pubic mound. She wanted that cock inside her real bad.

Marshall Hardison spun Miss Lucy around and bent her over the edge of the bed. He lifted the yellow and black silk gown and yanked her drawers down to her ankles. Her neatly trimmed pussy lips peeked out at him. The trace of wetness gleamed in her tight slit. The Marshall took hold of her shoulders and fitted his bullet head into her narrow opening. The hussy of a former schoolteacher humped her ass up high to allow the Marshal access to the full depth of her vagina. She opened her entranceway and whimpered like a lovesick calf when he poked her as deep as his long cock could go. He stroked her ass cheeks and hips with a tender light touch. It was so different than the rough treatment she normally received from the degenerate Bat Younger.

She wanted him to flood her pussy with his creamy cum. She could feel it building up in his balls. Balls that were slapping with a meaty sound against her defenseless bottom. The splash of the Marshall’s semen against the back wall of her vagina made her quiver and go into a thrilling orgasm that never seemed to end. She saw Teresa’s pussy being pounded just inches from her face. It was so strange to see the Mexican girl’s brown pucker hole flexing open and closed with each slamming thrust of Bat’s cock into her flooded pussy.

The knock on the door brought both Bat and Marshall Hardison to their feet with colts in their hands. Teresa giggled to see two men with pulsating erections stark naked and pointing peacemakers at the door. All she could think was the contrast between shooting hot cum and shooting hot lead. She hoped things would stay calm enough for her to get another fill up from the Sheriff.

“State your business or leave us be.”

“Sorry, Marshal, It’s me, Blackie and I got my friend, the Widow Agatha Primgrass with me. We got a question for you.”

Marshall Hardison opened the door and invited the oddly matched couple into his room. It was starting to get a mite crowded in the hotel room now.

“Marshall, Miss Lucy, this here is Mrs. Primgrass. She is fixing to start up the newspaper again. I am going to help her and keep her out of danger.”

He gave a studied look at his old boss, Sheriff Younger stretched out on the bed with the comely Teresa sitting between his legs. The Sheriff got the warning and acknowledged it with a lopsided grin and a wave of his hand.

Agatha shook the Marshal’s hand and let her eyes wander down to his magnificent erection.

“Pleased to meet you, Marshall Hardison. I see you have been keeping busy this evening.”

The Marshall smiled but Miss Lucy was none too pleased. She wanted to keep the Marshall’s cock private for as long as she could. Unfortunately, the widow Primgrass had other thoughts on the subject. Marshall Hardison opened up one of his fancy saddlebags and produced a bottle of aged rye whiskey. He had carried it on the trail with him all the way from Tucson. It was definitely not a bottle of the usual rot-gut booze found in Tombstone. The Marshall poured 6 glasses of the amber hooch and they all went “bottoms up” without any hesitation. Only Agatha choked at the biting sensation in her throat.

After another slower round, all three of the females sank down into a very mellow and accommodating frame of mind. Marshall Hardison pulled Mrs. Primgrass onto his lap after he saw Blackie spanking Teresa’s raised ass on the bed. Not to be left out, Bat pushed Lucy’s head down between his legs to deliver a mind-bending suck job that drained him of a great deal of creamy cum.

When Agatha bent down to suck his cock, the Marshall used the opportunity to pull up her dress and push her drawers down below her beautiful rounded ass cheeks. His finger pushed deeply into her tiny pucker hole with a pleasing squishing noise. The delightfully shaped female squirmed and straddled his naked body with her strong demanding legs. The widow Primgrass settled her dripping pussy onto the Marshall’s upstanding cock dropping lower inch by inch until he was fully implanted deep inside her vagina. He slapped her bottom and told her,

“Get to riding now, Mrs. Primgrass, I want to feel your pussy rubbing me real good. Give me a nice shower with your pretty little pussy juice, Miss prim and proper!”

Blackie could see his love riding the Marshall’s cock with frenzied abandon. He really didn’t mind because at that very moment Miss Lucy took his cock back into her thirsty mouth. His hand was still buried deep inside Teresa’s plump bottom. He took his pleasure from both females and expended a copious load right into Lucy’s mouth. When he saw it dribbling down from the corners of her mouth, he turned and pushed his head into Teresa’s wet pussy and sucked and licked her sensitive clit until she sprayed him with her juices.

When the bottle was empty, the generous Marshall opened his other saddle bag and produced a twin.

The ever energetic Lucy mounted Blackie’s cock as he lay on his back on the floor and accepted Bat’s long, hard dick straight up into her ass. Her cock-riding doggy position allowed her receive the Marshall’s pulsating cock between her lips. She opened wide and took it all the way down into her throat.

Teresa lay flat on her back on the bed with the widow Mrs. Agatha Primgrass on top of her. The normally prim and proper widow lady was humping poor Teresa’s pubic mound as hard as she could and at the same time she was sucking and licking the Mexican girl’s breasts and nipples with a feverish wild abandon. Teresa was moaning and whining with the pleasure the older woman gave her.

The orgy went on all night long and almost into the daybreak hours.

Blackie and the widow left first. They would be living over the newspaper from now on. He was going to hang up his guns and learn how to write a decent story for the newspaper.

Bat and Teresa left next. She was going to leave her mamacita’s little shack and live with the Sheriff over the jail. She didn’t mind being spanked and some of the other things Bat liked to do. It all made her juices run freely and that is all she wanted out of life.

The Marshall packed up his bags. He was headed for Wichita on the early morning stagecoach. He saw Miss Lucy looking at him with sad eyes.

“What are you waiting for, you silly girl. Get your bag packed. That stagecoach won’t wait for anybody.”

Miss Lucy smiled so brightly that the entire room lit up.

Perhaps she was helped by the rising sun peeking over the Arizona Mountains in the distance.

The End