From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
Subject: Max's Cafe # 12 nc s&m etc........
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ... ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
Viewed now only by the inanimate camera and tape machine, Philipie aided by the Marshal, denuded the unfortunate college girls of their former secrete bushes. Soon they looked like they had when they were born. (All smooth and shinny!!)
The girls were not happy and sought to turn and buck but as the Marshal, with a modified tit up pull hold, held them, Philipe demonstrated why he was the best damn sheep sheerer in the county. His dirty brown hands unerringly guided the electric razor from lip to belly to other lip. No wasted motion in the boy. All that time as a boy fucking his uncles sheep and learning his craft now paid off. The girls privates could not escape his professional touch.(Max new talent when he saw it.)
Running his lily white hand over a soft fold of cunt flesh the Marshal said,
"Slicker than shit. Man I just come and I'm getting a hard on again already. Old Max sure nowed how a poon should be showed off. Hold this un while I tear off another piece. A man's got a needs. You know."
"Well.... she sure is hard work and eye too wanna pork another one. I hold for jew and jew hold one for me." Philipie demanded.
"Why you little greaser... Didn't you tell me that Max done give you call on just one. And didn't you'll just ram that disgusting little pud in .... um ... this un... or was it... Aw shit you done had yourn. You greedy little shit.." Marshal Wade bellowed. (Notice he too had a tough time thinking with all the blood migrating away from his higher thought processes to his little headed pud.)
"Senior Max is fine man, but what he don't know won't piss him off." Philipie ran his hand over another smooth white labia, "This not be like a bar of soap... You can't wear it out. I know this I try and try, with Rosa and others. Still there and still works. Besides jew not let me. I won't help jew." the brown man said standing up to his full height before the lusting law man.
"Aw shit...." Marshal Wade said, "Hold the bitch and I do the same, but don't you go blabbing bout this to any of your greaser friends. Man could get a bad reputation hanging out here with a degenerate like you."
The two men now forced the coffled gals again to bend through the fence rails but this time face up. All them rested their asses on the creaking second rail. They were presented with an uncomfortable, but clear view the cloudless azure sky.
The Marshal stepped up to a pair of straining closed legs. The girls had not believed that the Marshal would pork um before, let alone allow the greaser to have access to their charms. Now they were sure and this one tried to close her treasured hole from this bastard.
"What the matter gringo? Little pussy whipping big gringo?" Philipie goaded the efforts of the Marshal to access the desired hole.
Wade parted the straining legs and stepped between. The denuded labia, although bobbing and weaving with the owners attempt to hide, beckoned the Marshals love muscle. (Man just wanted to find a warm moist place to rest it. But that girl, just like all her sisters, wanted to play hard to get. Or else maybe did she want it in her ass??)
Why the poor man had to physically guide the rod, by hand, to the moist dark moving hole. On his third try he found the hole.
"Ahhh!! Now you just buck all you like now gal... old Wade be a knocking. Damn .... Damn bitch done gone all dead on me Philipie... What you do when a greaser gal goes all stiff on you?" the Marshal inquired.
"With a dick like mine this don't be the problem. It probably be too small. She no feel it. Move over and I poke her awake for jew." Philipie offered.
"Na I don't think I'll give up on this un just yet. Go get me some of then Jalopienios you'll keep for putting anything like meat." the Marshal demanded.
Knowing that he would not get his turn till the damn Marshal came, Philipie hastened to his kitchen and came out with a glass jar of the requested peppers.
Marshal Wade stuck his middle finger in the jar. Stirred it around and then with a quick fluid motion whipped his hand under the now stiff female ass. He sought out and skewered the girls neither hole with the coated finger. He pushed in and pulled out for a few strokes to insure the fiery spice was all over the tender anal membranes. Then he straightened up and awaited the coming flurry of activities.
The grunting and movement stopped again as the poon tried to play possum. The girl did not know what to think. <Did this fuck think that if he put his fing..... AHAHAAAAAAAAAAA.> She thought as the penetration or her secrete hole by the digit ended. Then the searing, burning of her innards began.
She commenced to bucking and thrusting with all her might. The Marshal just relaxed and let the pink labia's rise up and attempt to twist his stiff woodie off. (Real inspiring that mex spice.)
"Now that is more like it gal. I knowed you had the inclination. Just needed the Motivation. Philipie... bring back that there jar. Gal seems to be slowing down here a might."
She commenced to violently shaking her head and renewed her humping of the hated pud. <More will kill me.> she thought. <No more please!!! I fucking the damn thing the fastest I can..>
Fucking the bastard was bad but the fire in her ass hold was worse. She wanted nothing else in the world but to get the damn thing done... before that damn jar and it's fiery contents returned to plague her innards again.
"Jew fuck up my spices." the mex stated and he too took a place between a pair of long white legs. He imitated the Marshal. Soon this gal too was bucking under the chemical stimulation.
The other girls resolved to fuck without the necessity of the jars content, if given the chance. The spice must be burning their friends new ass holes.
All this was played out under the unblinking eye of Max's cameras and recorded on the tape machine under the bar.
Old George, who had been forced to mind the bar, passed the time wondering what a gal with a burning ass would do to his stirring old pecker. He looked longingly at Sonia there under the card table. She had her head in Eddies lap and the gurgling sounds were evidence of her ministrations to drawing forth of his essence.
<I sure wish I's a doing that.> Old George lamented in his mind.
"Man that gal sure nuff do know how to clean out my old tubes." Eddie stated as he stood and started to secure his jeans. No matter that only moments before he had had a devil of a time getting them down over the swelling muscle. Now it was all knocked down and clean up.
"Well I think I'll mosey up stairs and catch the show of the red poon and old Rob doing the dirty." Eddie proclaimed.
"You'll be moseying over here and paying for the services of that whore afore you do any moseying up stairs. You know the rules, pay as you cum." George demanded.
"Aw I just plumb forgot, George! You know how it is." He reached under the table and affectionately petted the ample tit flesh of Sonia. "Good sucker." he added.
Eddie reluctantly settled up with old George and then ambled on to the spectacle of the red beavered poon and the old prospector.
George again looked over at the video screen and marveled at the way those gals were straining to give their all to the damn Marshal and the greasy mex. <Damn shame I got to stay here and mind the bar. I sure wish I was... Wait a minute...> George thought.
He located the keys to the lock that kept Sonia fastened to the table and strode over to there. He unlocked her and dragged her out from her place under the table.
"Come on little poon. I got an itch for your slit. I know'd you probably be hornyer than Dom's old goat and I aim's to scratch that itch in there. No need to go all modest on me.. I done had you afore. Now bend over that table and pick out a nice place on the ceiling to admire." George ordered the near cationic woman as she started to bring up her hands to cover her privates.
George forced her first to sit on the card table. Then he pushed her down on her back as he stepped up, forced her legs to open and leaned over to slobber over her small pink nipples.
Sonia was still trying to recover from all the cum entering her gullet. She must have had ingested a gallon of the slimy milky man juice. <I hope it don't leak out and make me pregnant.> went through her daised mind as she was lowered onto the table and attempted to make her self comfortable.
<The fat old bastard going to do his business in me anyway so I'll just lie here and....> Sonia decided. George had other ideas.
He grabbed her knees and forced them back to her chest. Then he unfolded the legs and leaned on her calves till her ankles came to rest up around her ears.
George reached into his back pocket and, with some string he had there, secured the ankles to her collar.
"Please no that hurts. My back is all..." Sonia tried to protest but her entireties fell on deaf ears.
In face old George pulled back to admire his handy work and went back over to the bar for some leather throngs.
When he returned he saw Sonia attempting to undo the knots he had so recently placed on her ankles.
"Just like the ungrateful poon you is. I'll fix at." George explained.
He grabbed her right hand and forced it down through the 'v' of her legs. Then he did the same with her left hand. He flipped her over and dragged her hands around behind her thus trapping her legs at the knee with her own arms. He them flipped her over so she was again on her back.
"Now then you is ever cow boys dream.. All poon and ready. Why I plumb got a mind to call up three, four friends to have a go at you..... Bet you'd love it."
From her position on the table Sonia could do nothing. All her holes, mouth, cunt, and ass were open and accessible to the old goat and anyone else who happened by. Even her tits were squeezed in between her legs.
Truly she was, in this captive position, every cowboys dream.....
More to come.......
Path: bull.hkstar.net!imci3!newsfeed.internetmci.com!hunter.premier.net!news-res.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Max's Cafe #13 nc s&m etc.................. Date: 5 Aug 1996 01:58:05 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 259 Message-ID: <4u3kfd$6a9@sjx-ixn4.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: wck-ca7-13.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Sun Aug 04 6:58:05 PM PDT 1996
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ... ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
Old George ran his hands over the straining compressed tits. He possesively he tweaked the pink nipples of the now pretzel shaped lump of female flesh and said,
"Kind of nice ain't they." Then he fingered her labia and tested her vagina. Next he traced the furled brown rose of her brownie.. "Decisions ..... decisions... gal my old log done wanna be dividing into three and doing all them little holes of you'rn at the same time... Being a fair man I'll let you tell me now which un you want me to ram?? Don't be shy just speak right up here."
"Please let me lose and I'll do you. I'll do anything... I'll be good ... make it good for you....Just let me loose.. My back is killing me... You'll kill me like this..." Sonia whimpered.
"Tell you what... You do me up real good and I'll ... well think on letting you a loose." George said as he advanced to the top of the table with his pecker dangling down through his fly. He dragged Sonia up so that her head was not supported. Advanced so her head hung down between his fat thighs.
As he advanced and his purple knob came to rest on top of her left nostril. Smiling at the pleasurable sight he demanded.
"Come on gal... I thought you supposed to wanna be all fired up to get a lose. Get a lip holt on that old log and show the dang old thing how much you really really care... bout pleasuring my it."
Sonia flexed, rolled and exerted super human effort to catch the wrinkled flaccid old dick with her lips. The effort caused screaming pain in all her twisted up flesh but the idea of being released was tantalizing... Anything to get lose from these bonds. She stretched her neck, even though it hurt her tired neck muscles and opened her oral cavity to it's fullest.
On the fifth try she got her lips around it and suctioned on it as if her very life depended on it. At that moment she felt it probably did. It was disgusting to do this but she had no choice. Why just a day go she would have gotten sick at the thought of taking the putrid thing in her precious mouth. Now though...
"Gal you be one of them there, natural born cock suckers." a happy George exclaimed as his old log began to stiffen under the oral manipulations of the straining lips.
Sonia wanted to object. She wanted to go home. She wanted.... She kept her lip lock and suctioning of now stiffening pud. To her relief she felt the damn thing was responding. She frantically worked her tongue over the knob and piss slit. <Oh god make it come soon> she thought praying for relief. She did not think that her body could keep up this effort for much longer.
With a sinking heart she felt the thing slowly beginning to pull out or her straining lips. She redoubled her efforts. She hollowed her cheeks but it was no use... The organ withdrew slowly and finally came to rest on her forehead. She continued to strain to get at the dick as it leaked precum and saliva on her forehead. She resembled a fish gasping for that next swallow of water. George let go of her hair and smiling at the pleasing sight, said,
"NAAA too many guys done used them lips. I don't like public toilets, or whores mouths. I think me and my pecker 'll just strike out for a new and tighter surroundings. You done got too much cum in that there hole."
George circumnavigated the round table 180 degrees and came upon another selection of available harbors for his, now stiff, organ.
"Decisions.... Decisions.. Gal these seem to be the nicest set of holes I done come across in... well a while... Which un you most want have old George fill... at the moment...."
"Please do my vagina.... Please do it and hurry I'm dying here... PLEASE..." she begged.
George advanced the woodie to her straining indicated hole. He placed the tip at the gaping pink mouth like opening. He placed the purple, now moist knob there and enjoyed the nipping of the neither lips. <This here cunt knew it's business..> he thought.
"Gal that sure be inviting but my old log just naturally seem drawn to smaller tighter regions." he said as he drew back and let the organ slide over her perineum to her 'tighter region'.
The furled brown rose like opening strained to keep shut. He couldn't... He wouldn't....
"NO PLEASE NOT THERE LIKE THIS YOU WILL KILL ME.... Please do my vagina... PLEASE... I'll split up the middle...." Sonia begged... "You'll tear me...PLEASE..."
"Vag... what??? What you mean gal. My and my pecker get plumb confused at them fancy words." George said as he inched his love muscle into the straining shut small docking port.
"No Please.... No.... I beg of you.... FUCK MY CUNT!!!! Not there...." Sonia cried..."NO Not there... Please..."
"Cunt.... why'n you say so in the first place?? Now I got little home boy here all fired up for some brownie.... I don't know..... Maybe if'n you ask him real nice..... Try again and see if you can change his little fucking mind??" George said with a short thrust. The purple head gained a little purchase into Sonias ass grommet. But only a slight bit went inside. The majority of the head still stayed outside.
Through the blinding pain Sonia commenced to begging,
"AHHHH OH GOD please Please do my cunt instead.... You'll split me in half this wap... Please....PLEASE FUCK MY CUNT..... PLEASE........ AAAAA NOOOOO...."
At this point and time Sonia would have gladly eaten shit to forestall the onward advance of the purple head ever deeper into her vitals.
George's dick though, like all stiff cocks, had no compassion. It sought out more tighter realms to force aside. (If anything the begging of Sonia's mouth, only served to drive it to greater efforts. A stiff dick has no compassion... or so it is said...)
It was slow going and it hurt, but it hurt old George's dick soo good... <Damn this is one tight bitch ... specially like this.> Geroges big head decided with its lesser blood supply as his little head, with a surplus of blood, advanced steadily.
Hunched over like Sonia was she felt every millimeter and bump of the old shriveled organ as it passed through her most private grommet and down her hershey highway.
Sonia could do nothing but ineffectually flop and try to use her head as a lever to escape. It did not work the woodie was on a mission. She did not have any left over oxygen to scream so she panted vigorously and tried to worm away from the rentless organs progress. Geroge looked on with growing interest and finally said,
"NAAA old home boy here done decided. You just lay right back there and enjoy. I knowed you for a greek circus gal the minute I seeded that there white beaver fur." George was enjoying the tight squeezing of the defenseless hole. He was in heaven and sought to prolong the feeling at all cost.
"AA .... AHHA ..... Pl... Pleas..... I ...." Sonia managed between gasps.
"Gal you keep distracting me and this could take us all night." George stated. "I love it... Beg me for more of old hom boy here.. Why we ain't even got to the sweet part..."
She could not help it. All she managed was a gasp when the old log decisively plumbed to it's fullest and lodged there savoring the musculature contractions of her martyred bowels.
George, went through that age old feeling. King of the hill. TOP OF THE WORLD MA!!! And then the spirting of the seeds and deflation as his old log. It shriveled and started its pull back from the warm dark damp place.... <Damn so soon.... Well next time...>
"Whew!" George said. "I see'd what old Max ment." he whiped his forehead on his sleeve and went around back of the bar for a cold one. "You circus gals sure be tight and tiring."
"Pleas .... Please let me lose... I am dying here..." Sonia moaned from her pretzel like position.
George took his second long pull on the long necked beer and returned to the table. His glance at the monitor told him Philipie was a doing the unfortunate black beavered women out of their crowning hair. That was a sight. He was again turned on by the denuding of the helpless girls. Home boy trembled... again...
His balls screamed out to forget it... but homeboy rose to the occasion. (All right so it was only half hard. George was a resourceful old fucker with years of whoring experience.)
George mounted the table. Scooted over Sonia's head and seated his big fat ass comfortably on Sonia's soft white tits. Her mons and cunt hole rose to meet his gaze.
"Now gal I know you is a greek gal so do that old brownie for me, just like you do the animals in the circus." he explained to the smothering captive. His eyes devouring the white haired beaver spread out before him. The spirit was willing but the man flesh ... well...
Homeboy sensed the white fringed target and continued to stiffen, and shake, but only gasping was heard from beneath his fat ass.
George lifted up and heard an intake or air from the oxygen starved Sonia. Then he scooted forward and delodged homeboy from the soft perch of tit flesh. Dropping down again, he forced the breadth out of the miserable woman's diaphragm.
"Get to tonguing that brownie bitch afore I go behind the bar and get my old spirs. I got some of them there big star uns. They really learn you how if'n I figure you is a going to be a stubborn bitch about a little licking like this here."
"PLL PLe A AI AIr.... I'll...." Sonia managed.
"AW all right. Bitch all ways make a man uncomfortable." George said as he lifted up some and drove homeboy a littler deeper between her tits.
Sonia commenced to coughing and hyperventilated to regain her air supply. George waited and enjoyed home boy tips being friction as her soft white tit flesh undulated.
Being the kind old guy he was George waited.... two ... no two and a half minutes and then demanded,
"Enough of that there lolly gagging... commence to tongue me.. I got no time for all this here fore play..."
Horrified and still gasping for air she knew he would squash her again if she held back...
Sonia stuck out her tongue, bent her neck to the disgusting task, and sought out the smelly hole. Guided by the smell she hit it dead on first try. Again her neck muscles screamed with pain. She frantically worked her pink tongue in the filthy crack...
George gasped. Homeboy became iron, and left the tit flesh for, and filled the wet warm waiting hole that was right in front of him. <Man this is living... I'll see if Max'll let me keep this un. Why with a little training I bet she be able to pleasure my old hog and all it's buddies too..>
Seated on the soft female flesh, licked by the soft pink tongue, visions of fucking without end danced through old Georges ugly fat head.
More to come.......
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