“Hueles a puta fresca (You smell like a fresh whore)” my lick of her ear as I buried my nose in her hair. Dragging this puta (whore) back. My cock was already throbbing to unload in her tight… As I looked down, the simple ripped dress. The way her culo (ass) begged to hug my cock!
Dragging her back, back to the stockade. “You have the choice” I whispered into her caramel ear, “you either surrender or I shoot you senorita (Miss).” Opening the block so she could place her hands. Rubbing my cock against her ass, feeling the way her butt cheeks held my cock.
He had me at my horniest. I was so close to licking my cunt juices from Marie’s face. Invading her little talking cunt with my tongue. Only to have this pendejo (asshole) rip me back! Grudgingly I complied with what was laid out in front of me. Staring Marie in the eyes, pleading with her for her forgiveness. My eyes took on the saucer like appearance when I felt his cock stabbing forward!
Now I am one for anal sure. Butt trying to penetrate a tight little ass like mine without any lube or spit? “No!” I tried to bolt butt the stockade had me! “No, no! Please, spit on my asshole!” Tears were running down my face butt his maldito (fucking) dick rammed in anyways.
Watching as my friend and lover was in tears. Watching as her rapist expression went from a determined look to a joyous one made my own pussy clench around the cock that was battering me. Made my whimpers, my orgasm stop cold! How could such a Bastarda de rata (rat bastard) do something like this!
“Ah Ahh Ahhhh fuck!” As I watched George fuck that whore. As my cock released it load so deep in this putas (whores) cunt! Pulling out then going to the front of the stockade. My petting of her black hair, smoothing over the tangled mess with my hand. “Open your mouth” I said with the same tone as my compadre. “Open or” slicing my finger across my neck.
Throwing my head back as this whore swallowed my cock. Swallowed it right down as I held my cock there. Feeling the way her throat gagged. Feeling the way she gagged as I pushed further into her throat! For all this I wish I had another load to blast back. Butt as things would have it. “Señorita, señorita..” ripping my polla (cock) from her embrace, “..you have done well by cleaning off the mess you made on my polla (cock).” A slap to her cheek as I went to relieve Miguel from guard duty with a smile on my face. And one last spanking for the puta (whore) who just got me off.
With him gone I could finally see Eva. Her tear stained face as George continues to rape her tail. I, I.. struggling to release myself. Release myself so I can comfort this poor soul who has her ass being taken by a bastard who…
My cries were ceased in an instant! My eyes went from the torture of being raped to feeling him fill my asshole with his cum. Ripping my whole world apart so he could plunge his cock into my ass! “Why” I mouthed to Marie.
When George had finished his fucking. His one minute of joy. His moment of jolly! He left me worn out. Sweeting, hell even my own piss dripping from my pussy for the despicable thing he just did to me. Raping me, plundering my ass to get his rocks off! I wish I could struggle, I wish I had the fight left in me! Leaning my head forward, closing my eyes. My body slumped to the ground as did my eyes.
“No!” I pulled at the stockade! I pulled, I rammed my head back. Pulled with my arms! Butt I could not get out of this contraption! Feeling my heartbeat reach record levels. Until my ears, yes my ears they heard nothing cuming from the shack where our other friend was being held.
“Blake” came out as a sob. That sinful sound, only to be echoed by the creek of the wooden door. “Blake” dropping to a low moan. Had Hernando killed her or worse yet raped her? My heart felt broken. Even though there was one more cuming up from behind me.
Even though Evans relieved me. Told me I should get my polla (cock) dipped. I, I… Wait! Here cums Hernando! I need to be the man that he expects me to be!
Slapping my cock. Waking it up from so long of a nap. Do to my will power or the sight of, of “Santa Madre de Dios (Holy mother of God)” as my eyes are now glued to her kitty, Umm, pussy! “My cock…” letting that die in my throat as my hand rushed down to free the beast!
With my eyes focused on the shifting of Marie’s lips. The way they shown the pink inner wall. The way I stammered, “Oh, my fuck.” The speed it traveled from my brain to my mouth. It came out a lot slower. Like a point where the whole world was in slow motion! My eyes, they were trained dead ahead, focusing on Marie’s shy pink and my cock that burned to inject it’s first…
Lunging at the first thing to catch my eye. Letting this one, Miguel know that this was not Hernando. No, no it was me, Blake! After ditching that stifling bit of clothing that Hernando brought for me to wear. Spitting in his lifeless face of my once captor. “Oh, I bet you wished I did not know how to wield a knife so well” scoffing at his body whose throat was sliced from ear to ear. Normally, this is not me. Yes, I do like big guns and fast horses.
Butt since I gathered Eva from the train station in St. Louis Missouri our journey has been filled with more adventure than in half my life. Now George is cuming in quick. Cock in hand and a stupid expression one that I have not seen since…
Hearing Layla’s voice. The warm way it always filled my heart, even when I would play with myself behind her back. The way I had always dreamed of this moment, of this situation where we knelt. Yes, I stared into her eyes like some young deer looking into a wolf cubs eyes. The way she gently touches my hair. The way she brushes it off my shoulder… “Ooo!” Layla caught me by surprise. Not with some hard lesson butt a kiss. A kiss on my shoulder, the same one that she just brushed my hair away from! I can feel my heart as it skips a beat.
“Why” my silent question was silenced as my hand dropped. I could feel myself getting wet. So wet in fact that my hand helped make the spread. Helped me as I started to get off with Layla right there!
It only took a moment, a moment then with wide eyes I stared at my hand. Splaying out my two fingers, my pointer and my middle finger. Seeing the way my own sticky liquid spider webbed between my fingers.
My gaze was broken only by this sight. As my eyes wanted, as my body drew nearer to Layla’s. I, I…
“Lay down” as I spoke my words were at a hush. For no one else had to hear that this was the first relationship for this young Blake. Even as I brushed her long blonde hair back from her shoulder. My lips soon followed.
This was not what I wanted. No, not that I had a problem with introducing Blake to the wonders of our way of life. Butt to fall head over heels in love with such a young creature. Feeling my kiss, feeling the suction even before I knew what I was doing. My eyes already searching out a place for my next kiss. For my lips next landing place. For my own naughty satisfaction that only she could bring!
Shifting from her shoulder to her earlobe. Kissing, biting Blake’s left ear! I was close enough now to feel her heartbeat. Close enough to tell if what I felt was a shared emotion or if this was a one sided thing.
Already knowing where my lips would strike next. Already taking her by the hand. Inhaling both fingers, both her pointer and middle finger with such enthusiasm that I just had to moan. “Ooo Ooh.” Feeling them as I sucked the sticky liquid from the fingers. Feeling them go down my throat as I enjoyed the taste. The tangy musk this little virgin was sharing with me.
Looking deep in her eyes. Pulling the amber hues from the true color of her eyes. Diminishing the campfire as I stared into Blake’s eyes. Feeling the titalizing sensation of two hearts beating as one. My lips moved forward, my hand having fallen away from Blake’s as her hand started to slide from my mouth. Forget sizing up my opponent. Forget the whole male, female comparison this was about to be us as one.
Feeling my heartbeat as it pressed against her bosom. The rapid response, the way her heart hammered to mine. The way our hearts beat as one. Taking her by the lower back. My tongue running down her mouth, down to her neck. Pressing one more kiss as my lips were pulled south once more.
Even at this young age, the three year difference in our lives. Blake’s breasts are still full. Full to satisfy my carnal desires. As I suck, no, not on her nipple, not yet at least. Butt on the upper swelling. On where her breast first starts to puff out. My lips still having the scent of Blake’s neck. Stopped to suckle on her upper right tit.
“Ooo” still not knowing how to respond. Feeling my juices flowing down there. Feeling my emotions flooding my vision! “Ooooh” I purred, half frozen by the fear that this is all a dream.
Brushing Layla’s hair over her head. Pulling forward by the tentative hold I had on her. I could feel my own self get short in breath. I could feel my heart palpitating for my next orgasm! Opening my mouth, pushing her hand down to my slit! Rubbing my fingers in sync with hers over my clit… Unable to hide my feelings for this act any longer I started to say something butt it came out just, just like this. “Ooo Ooooh yesss! Ooo Oh Ooo! Yes Yesss Yesssssssss! I am OooohOooohOooohOoooh!”
Feeling the wind being sucked from my lungs as my vision shaded! Was it the fact that I felt the buffalo hide beneath me or the fact that Layla’s tongue was now munching on my clit? Sucking on my lips. Driving her tongue so deep into my little cunt! It only took a second, yes, only a second before what came out of my mouth. From between my lips. That sound almost floored me. “Will you finger my butt?” “Will you stick your tongue down there?” “Will you… Oh Ooh Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss!” The friction, the way that made my stomach do summersaults. The way I knew that Layla was mine and mine alone.
Trying to steady my nerves. Pulling her up by her hair. Pulling her away from my pussy. Causing her tongue to leave a lasting impression on my clit as its tip finally ran off of it. Barely able to breath, barely able to move butt still pulling on her hair. Locking lips with this siren only for a brief second. Inhaling her scent, her musk, her essence! It only took one lick. One lick to get me hooked on the taste. From the texture of her skin to the dampness of that organ I needed it. I needed it here on my face so I can lick it. So I can tease it. So I can give endless O’s and Layla can cum! Cum on my face! Cum in my mouth, on my tongue! “Oh Ohh yesss” broke through the haze of her sirens song as one more orgasm rocked my body!
As my body convulsed and twisted my eyes had locked with George’s. I must have looked like a fucking freak. Pressing the knife into his neck, seeing the thin red line where the blade rested. Catching George with his pants down, no actually I did, no joke. Feeling his polla (cock) going from soft to rock hard in only a matter of moments.
The look in his eyes. Moving past the terror, gazing into his soul. It has finally cum to me. “You are a virgin” butt even then I could feel his cock tapping on my ass. Smirking, while this boy lays in a pure panic. “If you’re going to meet your maker then let him see you as a man, not some withering virgin!” The look I shot back, the intense desire that I had in my eyes blazed with passion as my hand guided his cock into my fuck hole.
My first orgasm, well my first with someone else. Let me clarify that. Yes, it was Layla and the way I had finally taken her down. After only a few months of getting my butt beat by this older, clearly combat proficient combatant. Learning how to defend myself and that of others was the key to this exercise. In the past any time I would spar with Layla it would seem like a toddler going against a hand to hand specialist. How many times did I have to eat pussy for me to find this out!
“Today, you, Layla will eat this” chopping at my crotch. With a hardy thrust from my hips and the X I formed with my arms we started! Dodging her blows, this whole thing of training. Training to be faster, more deadly, to extend my endurance it all seemed to be working! Until she, Layla introduced a new maneuver. One that I had not yet seen. Her foot caught me totally off guard and laid me out. Now with this Layla quickly jumped on me. Pinning my shoulders down, slamming her pussy right in my face.
Smiling down at the little newbie. “When you learn to use your tongue for more than just self gratification” dragging my already wet cunt over Blake’s tongue. “Then you shall have the advantage” leaning forward. Driving her tongue right to my clit, right to where it all cums from. “Oh yeah. Oh Ohh yes.. lick harder… OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuck!” Using my hips to drag my wet hole across Blake’s tongue. Dragging it to the back of my… “Ooooh yesss!” Stammered me while Blake was, is… Ooh my fuck! “OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk yesss!” Her tongue, Blake’s actual tongue has now found my other weakness. Trying to look down with your eyes closed is almost impossible butt leave it to me.
My hips started to tremble. The lust of what she was doing. Where her tongue had seated itself. “Ooo Ooooh” softly whimpering from the back of my throat. Feeling her tongue no longer dancing around my hole. Feeling it, Blake’s tongue takes its sharp edge and…
Taking this one chance. Taking it, then putting my all into it. Eating Layla’s ass. That’s right I said it. Going from dancing around the pucker to a lick. A full lick! This was getting me so wet in the process butt I needed her to cum before I could ever hope to join Layla. Before my free hand would be attacking my own pussy. Feeling her legs tighten, feeling the cornered breath welling in her lungs. My tongue went from just the causal lick to a full dirty tongue! Pressing my advantage while this doll sitting on top of me starts to gasp! I still pressed my advantage as my tongue started to stroke her asshole. Twisting it around like a corkscrew and shoving it so far up that I fucking came just from the excitement!
Brushing back the blonde locks that lay in between my legs. Clearing Blake’s face off so I can look into her eyes. So she can look into mine and see the paint smeared around my eyes from this sudden impromptu. Opening my mouth just to praise her. To give her my true feelings. Opening my mouth as one long orgasm sounded. One long, shuttering orgasm! “OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooOoooOoooo OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooOoooOoooo!!!”
“We meet again” I said staring at Blake, gripping her hand in a standard shake before the match. I figured that she would be slow, fumbling with the moves. Ah, just like old times. Wrong!
Starting this match with something new! A charge that Layla barely dodged. Spinning going in for the jabs, for the high knees actually making her, Layla defend herself. When that was starting to get into a rhythm. Into something that Layla could strike back at I changed my attack. Falling back with one well placed kick to her head.
She blocked this, which I knew she would have. Retaliating with a high kick of her own. Only I was not there. Using that block, that force me to dive a low sweeping kick to the one thing Layla had grounded, her right leg.
Now it was my turn. My turn to mount her face. My turn to get eaten out by the master. My turn for.. knees hitting the ground, pinning Layla’s arms under them. Moving my own hips forward and back. Moaning at the slightest warmth of her breath. Knowing that this time I was the… “Ooooh Oh.. OooohOooohOoooh fuck!” Blurted out from my mouth as my body quaked from my first orgasm! My first of my life from a total non affectionate relationship!
Lifting her head up, just enough so I could slip my fingers under. Pressing her mouth, her tongue right, right into the spot! “Ooo OooOoooOoooo yesss…” butt my body continued to convulse. Continued to, to…
The feel of her tongue moving back. Of that strange yet sweet feeling of this is it I have found my place to sit, was getting too much. I, I needed space! I need it now! Pushing off so I am outside of her striking distance.
Panting for air. Panting to recover from my many orgasms that just hit my body. Panting as I back away from the sparring match . Turning my back and…
Seeing that cute little ass turn away from me. Something inside said “This is not happening” butt it did. Pressing my advantage, taking her by surprise as I sucked my thumb! “Do you think you are going somewhere?” Of course this was a rhetorical question, she was not done until I am done!
Dragging her back to the center of the ring. One arm around her waist the other massaging her butthole. No need to spread her cheek because of the hard work this teen has done her asshole is displayed for anyone who would be so bold!
My tongue descend at the same time my thumb disappeared into her lovely little asshole. Curling my fingers, shoving two into her tight cunt! The tense state of affairs was at its all time high. Butt one thing that softened things was my lips on Blake’s butt cheek. One kiss equaled one massive orgasm complete with tongue. Yes, I was eating her ass out. Sinking my tongue so far down that the only thing that stopped was when Blake passed out.
Gripping Miguel’s cock , teasing my asshole with his head. Knowing that my eyes had glossed over from the memory. From the wiggle I gave his cock! Sliding it in, feeling this sensation for the first time in forever. Even as I became seated on Miguel’s cock my own juices were at their height.
Rocking back and forth. Thrusting my hips back while his cock was touching my clit! This right here, is how the women of the puss-puss tribe ride a cock! Pulling myself down, scraping my clit back down over his dick as my memory fills with the same feeling I have saved for years in my soul. The memory of my first orgasm with my lover. Right in the heat of a sparring match. Layla taught me one thing and that is never ever walk away till you the victor are done!
Pressing my hips forward. Feeling his impressive member fill my empty void! Sinking till our pelvises touched and I could recoil! Recoil up, up till I can feel his head. The swelling I could feel, the way it made my labia swell! Plunging down hard, completing a full stroke of a cock! That entire pump just energized me to go for it again and again! Till I was slamming my pelvis into his, till the blank stare I was getting from his eyes almost announced that he had expired. Lifting my body up once again, feeling the swelling cuming from my labia! I pounced once again! This time however I felt something fire from his cock. Butt I did not care because I was not done. Not done with his cock, not done with his mouth! Dragging my nipples roughly over George’s mouth. Threatening to suffocate him if he would not play. Would not suck on my nipples. Would not smack my ass!
“One more” I stammered. Positioning my body like a feline as I rammed his cock back in me so hard I pressed the knife a little harder till Miguel grabbed ahold of my waist and started to pound me back! With every well placed thrust he did I doubled down! As our hips mashed together, as our moans started to rise! I smacked his face with my tit. Catching him with that stupid look. Pressing my left boob into his mouth, lifting his head as I pressed it hard into my chest. With me sliding down, with the orgasm that was just out of reach! “One, one.. mOoore” pleading with myself to complete this stroke. To drive his cock so deep into my fucking cunt that I could not see straight!
It came like a tidal wave, a tsunami with no warning. My final O, my biggest orgasm from a cock that I can recall. Yes, I have had many orgasms via tongue and fingers, even dildos. Ones that would make this orgasm seem minor butt to Miguel. To this virgin that was waiting for the right woman to jump his bones! To drive any thoughts about celibacy from his young mind. The simple stroke of the blade seemed just as important. As I rose, looking around for my next target. Leaving this young… “Wait there is something off about this highwayman.” Flipping back his vest, looking at his shirt. Then drifting over to that section that I had flipped out. Seeing a badge, a badge that could only be worn by a Territory Marshall. “A little out of your league kid” wiping the blood from Hernando and Miguel across his lifeless chest. “Should have stayed in the Kansas Territory” I said as my eyes settled on the fresh tracks of the next guy who wronged Eva. Who blatantly raped her beautiful ass with that filthy cock.
Stepping up to the side of the stockade, slamming down the hilt of the knife! The sound of metal clattered to the ground as I moved to Eva’s stockade. Doing the same thing then following the trail. The short trail that ended when the man standing in front of me started to pray. Pray for his life in some guttered tone as the redness returned to the iron blade I still had in my hand. “That will teach you maldito pedazo de mierda (fucking piece of shit)” with a boot to his back the raper has been raped by the blade. Pushing his dead body down into the dust.
My eyes narrowed upon my return. Seeing Marie taking care of Eva. Coddling her head in a caring type of way. Following the man who has taken Marie’s sanctity. Her own drive to make things a better place for all who worship any of the nine divine. The holy order of the orgasm, the one thing that has served our people ever since the beginning. Since before Cortez before these white tribesmen who invaded the lives of the native tribes.
Stomping in his direction, no longer caring about the noise that he was going to make once he could see his own balls! Hearing the wet splash of urination. The stream of liquid that would turn red with the blood of the innocent that his kind have plundered! “Let me help you with that” I cooed in Evan’s ear. “Not even Hernando would let me do this” my grip tightened around his thick dick. “And George had a problem with breathing” my grasp on his cock had totally cut off any blood from circulating. “Miguel was only too sweet, so I rode him to death making that virgin drain his cock in my coño (pussy) twice” smiling as I could tell that all this talk about blood was getting him off. “Evan, you must be crazy to think that I have cum so far not to castrate you for the rape of Marie” whispering my sweet nothings into his ear just made my little slice a bit easier. “Now I could just kill you butt that would not be as satisfying as watching you bleed out for the rape of a holy woman.” Holding his sack up before his eyes as I let go of him. “Now most men would collapse from the shock. Oh no, not you. See in my culture you cannot go to the great orgy if you are a Unix.” Dropping his nuts to the ground. Stepping forward as I felt the squish of flesh under my boot. Seizing what is left of his package and smiling. The tug of the knife. The feel of tearing flesh. The look at Evan’s cock as I slammed it into his mouth. “Good bye Evan may your next life be that of a cur.” My whispers were only flooding his ears with the sweet sound of justice as his body slumped to the ground. “Next time pick someone who is not verse in the law of the west” spitting up on Evan’s corpse.
“Eva, are you okay” the sharp snap of my fingers managed to bring her attention back to the present. “Now focus on me. We must ride” seeing her eyes light up and her hand descending down to her now wet pussy. “Oh girl, once we get far enough away you my evening star is going to be put on top of my face, butt for now you must get your kitty spanked by the saddle.” The dimming in Eva’s eyes told me that is not what she had in mind.
Looking to Marie, “Are you alright to ride too?” Taking that nod of her head as the sign. “Good, because for the moment, we are out of the bonds of this pigs entrapment. Do you know the way to the stables?” Even though I am the hired gun, this encampment is spread through these winding gorges sending my sense of direction into total madness. Following Marie’s instructions and taking the lead. Drifting down one gorge slowly, only going a few feet at a time with my ear perched up to the air.
Sensing something, from the way the ground spoke to me, to the way the air had this dead spot in it. I knew that this was going to be one bloody mess if I was not careful.
Brushing the sombrero off a middle aged man’s brow. Swinging my leg over his so that I could straddle him. Pushing my chest into his face. There is one advantage of wearing the classic free from clothes of my people. The feel of his mustache as his lips grazed my breast. The wetness that I felt between my legs. The way that I ground against his cock . Pushing my wet cunt against the rough surface of his trousers. Even as I tried to continue, tried to keep calm, my pussy tried to tell me otherwise.
It only took me that second to becum his wet fuck toy. The feeling of his cock growing. The way his trousers hugged my clit not only did it bring me the joy that I was missing butt my fast hands to undo the deed. “I want you to drill me! To take my blonde curls and turn them into a creamy mess of cum and sweat. My lips peeling back as the one thing that I could not function without. The feel of the bottom of his cock as my lips wrap around it. The gasp hidden behind my tongue that has brought to my lips. Pressing him further, the feel of how tightly my cunt gripped his cock. I knew that…
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I would like to thank Jaketotarski for the inspiration in writing this chapter. Thank you