THE OLD WEST 2
"Hey, Bill? You really think this Wild West Show is gonna go over? I mean, hellfire, all these fancy folks from the East?"
"Annie, they're gonna eat it up! And you'll be a big hit, Little Sure-Shot...I'm positive of that."
"Bill Cody! You were sure about that little show we put on in Sioux City, too. Nearly caused a riot with them dick wankers in the audience wantin' ta kill all the injuns! 'Sides, I never get any pussy!"
"Well, you're on your own about that, Miss Oakley. If ya won't suck a dick, it's pretty hard easin' a gal inta havin' ya join us!"
"Yeh, suppose so. But dammit, Bill, you know I cain't put one 'o them things in muh mouth! Shit, I sure wish Calamity'd came with us."
"Sweetie, you're gonna get real famous and popular with our new show. Hell, you'll have all them Eastern ladies liftin' up their petticoats fur ya. Say, you don't mind munchin' on a sweet, clean twat, do ya? Ladies back here tend ta powder 'n wash, you know?"
"What do ya think I am, some slut off the prairie? Gee, I had a clean lady...here and there. Don't match up, of course, but..."
"Now, if we can just keep Sitting Bull from sittin' his butt down just anywheres and takin' a crap! Damned old fool sure shits a lot!"
"Them injuns got some pecu'lar habits, alright. Seem some o' his braves outside the tent. They jus' pull their gizzards out and pee on the spot! Woooie! Bill Hickok'll sure like 'em. When's he joinin' up?"
"Columbus, prob'ly, but Wild Bill likes 'em young and white. Course he did have that little Mex kid ridin' with him a while back. Cute little brown thing-couldn't seem ta keep his hand's outta Bill's pants when he thought folks wasn't looking. Always seemed ta be scratchin' on his ass. Don't know if he had an itch up there, or Bill passed him them damned bugs he's always got. Harder'n hell gettin' rid o' them!"
"Bill Cody! Never thought you did such things!"
"Aw, shucks, Annie. You know how it is out on the prairie. No gals around fur miles...guy gets kinda lonesome."
"Sure. Ever'body knows Wild Bill's got that 'kok' on the tailend of his name fur good reason. So how come you didn't just plug 'im in the mouth 'stead of givin' up your butt?"
"Just a rare thing, gal. He likes boys 'n I like wimmen. We had us a good bottle of whiskey that night an' started tellin' hot stories 'bout fuckin' and all. And how he quit scoutin' for Custer cause that prissy blond wouldn't leave him alone...always sniffin' at his butt even though he knew Bill liked the young soldiers better. Anyway, next you know, Bill's got his buckskins down and wankin' on his thing right out in the open. Says I oughta join him...so I do. Why not? Wuz jus' about burstin' in muh pants anyway. Next thing, he puts his mouth on it!"
"An' you didn't say no, right?"
"Well, hell, me an' Bill been pals a long time. Saved his hide that time back when they was lost...well, you know the story. Thing was, I couldn't jus' say no...if he wanted to."
"Sure ain't the first time buddies on the trail got together, right? So no need ta feel embarrassed, Bill."
"Naw, I know that. But then the damned buzzard got real frisky and turned me over. 'Fore I knew it, he wuz lickin' muh butt! Damn, right on muh hole! Got me squirmin' and he pulled my butt up and dug his face in there. Next thing I know, he's hawking some spit on his dick an' aiming for muh asshole! That was when I figgered out how come I'd seen so many young fellers take off when they seen Bill Hickok comin'! Damned buzzard cain't shoot worth spit. Knew it hadda be somethin' what scared 'em."
"Heh, heh! So what'd he want with an old fart like you?"
"Hey now, Missy. Strip off muh duds, and I ain't so tired and worn out, you know? Leastways, Bill sure didn't think so. Muh face was all beet red, and I'm tellin' him NO...but then he's already got my butt plugged, and I can't speak no more cause I'm tryin' to catch my breath! But that horny old fucker soon had me wonderin' how come them pretty boys went a runnin'. Maybe I got an old withered shithole that can take his big pecker or somethin', but he sure knew how ta use it! Never had more'n a finger up there before that, but he was pushin' some spots I didn't know I had. Then that bastard left me with them durned bugs!"
"Well, patch muh britches! The great Buffalo Bill gettin' his heinie popped and not even killin' the feller fur it. I'da shot his dang balls off and fed 'em to the hogs!"
"Hell, you'd never let a man get close enough for that, Annie!"
"You got that right. Danged ornery cusses! Say, tell me more about him and Custer."
"Ain't much to tell, as I figure. Every time Hickok turned around, that floosie in uniform was goosin' him! He liked going over plans with Bill while in the bath...always paradin' around all nekked-showin' himself off. But Bill wouldn't have none of it. You oughta talk to Sitting Bull, he knows. Folks think that was just another Indian war. Truth was, they were all after George Armstrong cause of all the braves he'd raped over the years...including Crazy Horse when he was just a boy! Guess he sure got even. Hmmm, wonder if Crazy Horse might wanna join up with us? Leastways, he can probably still ride. Damned Sitting Bull does just that...SITS! I think the fans'll love him, though."
"Yeah, if they don't spit on 'im!" -------------------
Buster Wilkins and his ornery band were holed up at an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of town. They were going over plans to rob the Wichita National Bank. Buster, as usual, was wearing only his robe and he was getting blown by Tazio, his injun slave. He'd captured the Indian boy a few years back and subjected him to the most obscene debauch-eries and tortures before realizing the young buck was enjoying it. Now, of course, he no longer had to tie him down or worry about his running away. His big prick made that impossible. Tazio wasn't about to go anywhere Buster's prick wasn't.
"Danged if he ain't the prettiest injun boy I ever seen," one of them whispered.
The other fellows didn't even pay much attention any more. They continued to discuss their plans while the injun was on his knees sucking away on Buster's throbbing cock. They'd seen this spectacle on many occasions. Still, Buster was sometimes able to astonish them with his brazen behavior.
"Hold that thought, boys," he stood up, whipping his robe off, and grabbed Tazio by the back of the head. "UNGH! UWGH! UNGH!" He blasted a load down the young Indian's cocksucking throat. He'd no sooner caught his breath then he turned around and straddled the chair. "Damn, feel a big cow patty comin' on!" He squatted down and with big blustering farts shit a messy, smelly pile of crap onto the chair right in front of Tazio's face!
"LICK MUH HOLE, INJUN!" He backed that scuzzy crack into the buck's face and got it licked off. Climbing off, he wrapped his robe around his middle and stood there going over the plans again. "Eat that mess offa there, willya Injun?"
"Gol durn!" one fellow cried, standing up and leaning over to watch as the injun began to lick and suck up the man's pile of soft shit!
"Hey, pay attention here!" Buster ordered. But the man couldn't help but keep glancing until the slop had all been licked from the chair.
"Dang, I'd sure like to do that some time!" the guy persisted.
"Yeah? Okay, I'll let you lick it up next time," Buster said flatly.
"N-no, I didn't mean that!"
"Ah. Well, tell ya what. Any time one of you fellas want to take a shit and have the injun lick your butt clean, go right ahead. He'll do it if I say so. Only thing is...you gotta eat it up yourself!"
He didn't get any takers. Tazio grinned, wiping his mouth. He had no shame left. He'd do anything for the man's cock! Anything at all!
"Gawd, all licked up and I can still smell it!" Buster cried. "Come 'ere, gimme that juicy injun prick!'' He took Tazio's cock out from behind his loin cloth and put it in his mouth. Right in front of his boys, he gave the injun a feverish blowjob and gobbled up his jizz! "Damn fine scum! Nuthin' like juice from an injun's balls!"
"Hey, boss? Do he eat his own turds?"
"Don't figger he has. Would if I told 'im to," he grinned.
"Well, why doncha, boss? Hellfire, you're always doin' that stuff 'round us and we don't get any! Gives me a big bone in muh pants!"
"Me too, boss. We always gotta go jerk each other...I mean, jerk off by ourselves all the time. Makes it hard to concentrate on business."
"Oh, alright. You got a turd, Tazio?"
"No, no. Tazio no have turd!"
"Unh, hunh. Get up here and bend over. I know from your eyes when you're lyin'!" He made the Indian bend over and thrust a finger up his asshole. "Yep, you got a big one up there alright. I can feel it. Whip your dicks out, boys, and clear the table. Get that thing off and climb up here, Tazio. I'd like to see this myself. Up. That's it. Now drop that little brown ass down and empty it out!"
With a frown, Tazio squatted. He indeed needed to, and his hairless wrinkled asshole quickly expanded widely and the men watched a fairly long dark turd squish out of there onto the table.
"Wow, that's a big one!"
"Damn! Fuckin' thing sure stinks, boss!"
"Yeah?" Buster leaned over and sniffed it. "Sure 'nuff! Big stinky injun turd, that is! Any you boys wanna take a lick on it?" he asked. They looked at each other disgustedly while jerking themselves.
"No? Didn't think so. Fuckin' pussies!" Buster bent down and dragged his tongue across it! "HOT INJUN SHIT! Okay, boys, jerk off on it and I'll get him to get down and lick off your cream before he eats it."
Eagerly, the men rustled for position. Each one of them pumped a big load of jizz right onto the smoldering turd. The thick white cream covered the top and ran down the sides.
Tazio, not eager to do this filthy thing at first, watched the hot cockjuice being sprayed over his turd. It made his mouth water and the turd look more appetizing. So it was his own, did it matter? He'd eaten so much of Buster's shit that his couldn't be much worse, could it? Besides, he'd certainly developed a taste for white man's cum. And here was an avalanche of it!
Buster was on the rail again, and he grabbed the Indian's hips and shoved his cock up the kneeling butthole. Tazio gasped, then squirmed around in pleasure. He bent over and began to lick the warm sperm from his own smelly turd.
"Wow! Look at him go! Suckin' up that spritz!"
"Yeah, eat that hot shit too, injun!"
"That fuckin' stink's keeping my prick hard!"
Buster was pounding away up the buck's asshole, coating his prick with warm shit while he fucked. Tazio thrust his ass back and opened his mouth to take the turd in. His cock was hard again and he didn't care that these desperados were watching him. He sucked the rest of the white cream from it, then began to chew his whole turd down and gladly swallow it! He loved that white prick up his ass, and ate his own reeking, corroded turd to prove it!
"Fuckin shit-eating injun!" one guy cried out. "Foul bastard!"
Buster was blasting another load up the ass. He called the guy over and grabbed him behind the neck.
"You just insulted my slave, Hank. I don't cotton to that. Getchur face down here!" He pulled his prick from the shitty asshole and made the man suck on it! "Clean it off! Clean it off! Suck off that injun shit, you fuck!" His grip was tight and the man had no choice. He cleaned the prick and got a good taste of shit and assjuice!
"Damn, boss! Weren't no call for that!" Hank wiped his mouth.
"Prob'ly not. But it were sure fun!" he laughed evily. Then he put his mouth to Tazio's ass and sucked on it hard and loud. "Bout as much fun as suckin' injun butt after I fuck it! You boys don't know what you're missing out on. Sweet little brown hole with nary a hair on it!"
They'd never seen Buster do this before. Once in a great while he'd lick the injun's pecker and suck the juice out of it, but this was sure sumthin' different! He was suckin' away on his shitty asshole and pulling out his own jizz and sayin' how good it all was!
The Lone Ranger and Tonto were looking in the window.
"That one white man who knows good stuff!" Tonto whispered.
"Yes, Tonto. Even a man as evil and uncultured as Buster Wilkins seems to be able to acknowledge the incomparable pleasure that can be found in life by indulging in the special aromatic and saporific delights obtainable from the American Indian's intimate crevices."
"What that mean, Kimmo Sabe?"
"You injuns got great-tasting buttholes, Tonto."
"Oh."
"Ya smell good, too!"
"What we do now, Kimmo Sabe?"
"Well, I got a boner. They're not finished with their plans, yet, so what say we go back in the bushes and you sit on my face?"
"Unh! You pull finger out first and we go. Best take mask off. Too scratchy on Tonto's bottom." --------------------
"Now, be careful and squat over me with your boots close, then bring your bottom right down to me, I'll really suck your hole!"
"Great, man, but why'd you want me to step in that horsehit first?"
"The smell brings back old memories. I started out having to service a whole bunkhouse of horny cowboys, and they didn't stop to take their smelly boots off." ---------------------
The stagecoach had just pulled out from Fort Henderson, Iowa. Private Hawkins went to the small storeroom next to the gate for a box of ammo. Opening the creaking door, the sun shone on Corporal Fitz. He was on his knees behind the bent-over Cheyenne scout, just lifting his loin cloth in back.
"Gosh, Fitz, what in tarnation are ya doin'?"
"Come on in 'n shut the durned door, Hawk. Just about to get me a taste o' injun butt!"
"What fur?"
"Fur the hell of it. Take a look. Ain't that a fine, smooth bottom?"
"Sure is. What're you gonna do, lick it?" He reached down and ran his hand over the brown buttock. The scout looked back at him.
"Damn betcha! Nary a hair round his crack, either. Don't that beat all?" He stuck his tongue out and began to lick the Indian's cheeks.
"I knowed you like suckin' and fuckin' but lickin' an injun's butt is some all-fired nasty business. Whatever give ya this cravin'?"
"Don't rightly know. Just been seein' this buck around with his little ass prac'ly hangin' out so bare an all. Thought it looked kinda delicious, so I figgered I'd find out." He licked some more.
"Damn. You gonna lick 'im right on his butthole?" He leaned down for a good look. "Don't it smell?"
"Sure does. Kinda ripe and perfumy!"
"Hunh? Perfumy?!" Hawkins asked.
"Yah, injun shit, I guess."
"Injun shit smell different?"
Fitz pulled back. "Putchur nose on it, an' see what I mean."
"Mmmm. Damned fragrant alright. Let's see ya lick it."
"Ain't fur me to waste no more time. Hate ta lick the smell away, though." He lapped up and down the Indian's crack, making the scout flinch and softly moan.
"White man strange," he said. "Berdash not even do that to brave."
"Yeah, well, your little faggy berdashes don't know what's good! That's all I gotta say." He thumbed the hole apart and tongued the brown anus...soon starting to dig his way inside.
"Ya gonna pork 'im, Fitz?"
"Dunno if he'll let me. Whadda you say 'bout that, Running Dog?"
"Use Running Dog like squaw? Not honorable."
"Aw, hell, we ain't gonna tell on ya."
"Private Fitz make bottom feel good!"
"Yeah, you must be," Hawkins remarked, reaching down between the Indian's legs. "He's gettin' a bone-on! Never seen an injun hard afore. Got him a big one, too. Nice and silky."
"Mmmm. Gimme a suck on that," Fitz grabbed it. "You wanna taste o' this butthole, Hawk?"
"Don't mind if I do." He leaned down to lick the Indian's asshole and the back of his balls while Fitz took the prick into his mouth and sucked on it, working the foreskin back so he could get at the knob.
"Aiiee!" the scout gasped. "Ah, white eyes good at giving Running Dog pleasure!"
The two soldiers worked him over back there, causing him to push his bottom back. Hawkins dug his tongue in deep while Fitz blew the red man's rigid cock.
"Use...use Running Dog like woman! Please not tell."
"It'll be our little secret, injun," Fitz promised, dropping his trousers. "Here, wet me down, Hawk. While I shovel more spit up his can. Damn, gonna get me some injun ass!"
The corporal took the private's dick in his mouth and sucked it, getting it all moist and ready, while Fitz crammed his face back into the Indian's ass and sucked on his virgin bunghole. He pushed spit up into his cavern, loosening it up. Then he was ready.
"Wanna getcha some injun juice, Hawk? Shore would go easier if'n you wuz to suck on him while I plug 'im."
"Jus' lemme get under here. I ain't one to miss out on a good load."
Together, they sucked and fucked Running Dog. Thoroughly enjoying the new sensations, the scout's asshole opened up completely after the initial, painful insertion. He never cried out. That would have been unlike a warrior, even though his tribe already considered him a pussy for being the white man's scout. Everything had felt wonderful up to that point and he was disappointed at the sudden pain. But he was determined to endure it. But the cocksucking and the friction up his ass soon abated any pain. His eyes shot open in surprise when that happened. Fitz felt his new awareness and began to stroke faster and deeper. So as not to dislodge the Indian's prick from Hawkins' mouth, he grabbed the brown hips and did all the movement.
Running Dog's cock began to flow mouthfuls of sperm into the sucking mouth. Hearing Hawk gag, Fitz knew he had only seconds before the pain returned. He gushed a load up the scout's ass then slowly withdrew.
Instantly, Running Dog turned and went to his knees, taking the soldier's cock into his mouth and sucking it clean!
"Don't that beat all!" Hawkins laughed.
"Sure does! How come you done that, Running Dog?"
"Squaw do for brave. Running Dog used like squaw, Running Dog must do also. Running Dog not like."
"Hell, injun! Jus' pluggin' your ass was good enough. You didn't hafta do that."
"Now White Man tell me!"
"Hey, can I get a piece of that?" Hawkins fished his prick out.
"Best give the kid a break, doncha think? He's kinda new at it."
Running Dog reached out and stroked Hawkins' big cock. "Me ready. Want more." He bent over, offering his butthole.
"HOT DAMN!" Hawkins cried, absentmindedly getting down and licking the Indian's dripping anus. "Yuk! Forgot he jus' got porked."
"So what? Ya drink muh cream all the time."
"Yeah, but...ah, hell, don't taste so bad at that!" He sucked on the Indian's asshole, slurping out some cum. Then he stood and eased his cock up the hole.
"Gol durn, injun's got another bone-on already!" Fitz played with it. "Guess I'll see if he's got more juice. Hope injun juice tastes as good as injun ass!" He started to blow Running Dog.
The scout seemed to enjoy it even more this time, and jizzed out another load into Fitz' cocksucking mouth.
"Running Dog want more!" he cried afterward.
"Tomorrow. We're all fucked out."
"Running Dog want more!"
"Okay, but I gotta warn ya. We go out and getcha more, you're little secret's gonna be out. Ever'body's gonna know." Fitz warned him.
"Running Dog no care. Running Dog want more!"
Nearly half the regiment fucked the Indian that first day. And each time he blew another load into a soldier's mouth! He was insatiable, and by the end of the week he'd had the whole regiment...even the Colonel! They had to get a new scout because Running Dog refused to do a thing except get fucked and sucked. They set him up in comfort- able quarters of his own, and the door was always open for a horny soldier. He never got over the habit of cleaning a soldier's cock afterward.
A couple of months later the Colonel asked for a few volunteers to round up a band of renegade Sioux terrorizing the settlements. Hawkins jabbed Fitz in the ribs when he declined to volunteer.
"Come on, Fitz. Why don't we go? You turnin' chicken- feathers?"
"Nope. Just thinking about you, partner."
"Me?"
"Yep. If'n I wuz to get shot in the ass you'd get blood all over your face!" he laughed.
"Tarnation, Fitz! Hush up. Don't hafta go tellin' everyone I got a hankerin' for sucking butt, now." -------------------
"Please, mister, you just gotta take me 'cross the desert with you. I'll get lost on my own." Charlie was 14 and desperate.
"Kid, we're runnin' from the law. Takin' a route where nobody's gonna follow. Rough goin'. Pack all the water we can and still the horses are gonna die 'fore we get there. Rest of the way's on foot."
"I'm strong."
"Strong ain't what's important, boy. There's only one way to survive the last twenty miles. Me and Jed know that from last time. Sweet one like you ain't up to such business, believe me."
"I can do it...whatever it is! I got a horse."
"Kid," he rested his hand on the boy's shoulder, "only way it can be done is by drinkin' each other's piss!"
"Hunh? PISS!"
"Yep. Salty and tends to make ya more thirsty, but it wets your whistle those last few miles. You ready to have a man's cock pissin' in your mouth? My cock? His cock? We jus' keep recirculating it. By the time we get there, we won't even have much of that!"
"Darn. That's mighty awful. Say, why doncha just do it in a cup and drink your own?"
"Could be done. But if ya wanna come with us you gotta do it our way. More fun that way, sugarbuns!"
"Oh, I get it," he smirked. "Well, I gotta get there... no two ways about it. Guess I'll hafta go along with that."
"Okay, short stuff. But we don't intend to get saddled with a kid what's got high hopes and no guts. Fore we pack up, best we go outside and see ya practice up."
"Damn, Clint," Jed chuckled, "bet the kid's got some sweet piss!"
"Yeah. Mebbe we'll drink it all the way and save on water." He pulled his prick out. Gulping nervously, the boy knelt down.
They made it across the desert alright-with one hitch. Bright minded, the lad suggested they could get more fluids by also drinking each other's spend! The boy gladly showed the men how to drain a guy's balls with their mouths! They stopped frequently.
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