Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Buggery in the Badlands: Precious Kate


  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

Buggery in the Badlands
    Tales from the Untamed Youth of our Country when Victims were
victimized without compromise and Damsels fucked right up the butt
with no pause. And bloody retribution from victims left living, angry
relatives and husbands pissed off about the trespass on their private
territory.


Precious Kate

It's our fate - to be caught in the middle of the California earthquake -
if only.

One can only guess what horrible treatment awaited Kate Sherman at 
the hands of a unethical trader willing to sell fire water to Indians, and 
not just Indians, but Apaches.

Of course, one is a idiot of mammoth proportions if one doesn't 
guess she was sodomized and freely and frequently, given the theme 
of the story. However, there are several manners in which this could 
occur which does grant some free rein in guessing who Kate got it 
from and how often.

Those that suppose the trader kept her for exclusive personal use 
are dreamers and the rest of you should quickly advance every 
scheme and scam to them as they are ripe for plucking. As a trader it 
was in the man's interest to make profit where he might and 
prostitution was an attractive sideline for those interested in 
attracting others to their goods. That is to say, the goods for 
purchase and the sideline involving another person, not the trader.

This was not his immediate calculation in acquiring Kate. That was 
her undeniable greater value than a bottle of cheap rotgut which 
piqued his merchant senses. How he might best utilize her came to 
him after he had taken full title to Kate.

"Its good to be with people that speak English," Kate made the 
mistake of telling the trader. "I haven't been able to communicate for 
so long."

"Nonsense." the trader said graciously, "I got the idea that the Injuns 
understood you perfectly."

"Oh really? What did they say?" Kate was interested in the 
impression she'd made with her savage abductors.

"Well, they felt you were intelligient enough to see your peril and wise 
enough to conform to their wishes in order to survive," the trader said 
and then snorted. "They said you'd do whatever I wanted and they'd 
take a bottle of whiskey for you."

"Well then, maybe I'm not quite as ready to endure the sort of 
outrages they perpetrated on me now that I've been rescued by a 
man that should have civilized restraints and be plumb ashamed to 
treat a woman the same way as a dirt worshiping savage," Kate said. 
"What do you say to that?"

"Whisky costs me 10 cents," the trader said. "I could get that for a 
shiny rock. I'm that good. Don't fret that I won't make a profit."

With that he chased Kate into his peddlar's wagon, right up against 
the back and picked up her legs to make her fall on her generous ass. 
Then, to show his contempt for morals and strictures and restraints 
and even the spirit of the story, he rammed his pecker in her cunt and 
fucked her proper - or raped her proper if you want to be technical.

"Now, at the danger of waxing too complimentary, I'd say that was 
worth a dime," he said when he'd dumped his spooge in her baby 
vault.

"So now trhat you've had your price of me, you can take me to 
civilization and set me free," Kate proposed.

"You ain't listening or you're too stupid to get it," the trader replied, 
"That's breaking even and I'm not in business to break even. I want a 
profit and you're going to churn profit out on your back, or on your 
belly it now occurs to me. And next time I'm going to see if butt-
fucking you is worth a dime."

This touching exchange behind them (ha ha) the trader proceeded to 
rent Kate out to evey interested buyer and in every town that wasn't 
run by women. The latter case included both those vile jurisdictions 
where feminine infliuence had the boys by the balls and the places 
that the broads that ran the cat houses didn't take kindly to 
competition. Still, there was enough of the wide open west that Kate's 
asshole never did quite stop being sore for having cocks rammed in 
it.

This was not, as some might think, so novel as to make Kate 
particularly sought. While certain button clerks from back East might 
marvel at access, the rough and tumble man who settled the west 
were well acquainted with buggery, among themselves of necessity 
and of women for fun and, increasingly, to their well-bred horror as
the dainty woman began to  encroach on their hard-living ways.

They liked it so much, in fact, as prices attest, they were willing to 
pay more to ram their peckers up an asshole. As there are no 
arguments superior to pricing in matters of supply and demand no one 
should retain the mistaken notion that Kate didn't have cock in her 
ass every day and in every way, to the trader's delight, if not so much 
Kate's. 

Now as much as it seems the thread of "Buggery in the Badlands" is 
getting away, more even than Kate starring in three episodes, it can 
be as accurately stated that the sharp eye of the impassioned 
observer is turning from brutal rudeness and ungoverened rapacity of 
the unpoliced territory to the scheming slime of corrupt control, much 
as the west became tied in the barb wire of so-called civilization and 
corruption became a family business. Which is to say that Kate was 
at long last dragged to Kansas for the trader to re-stock.

"By the intervention of Holy God and the mercy of His Mother, ever-
virgin and of constant sorrow, I have to thank Jesus Christ Son of 
God and font of all mercy!"

Shorter versions were common when ramming a pecker in Kate's ass 
or filling her ass with spooge, but the lengthy and all-encompassing
outcry made Kate look up at her next customer. With a second to 
adjust, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing to her?" the trader popped in 
holding a sturdy truncheon and a sour expression.

"I'm not doing anythng to her!" Hank Sherman said upon seeing his 
wife. "She's my wife and I'm taking her with me and I'll have my dime 
back."

"I'm not responsible for her being your wife, but fuck her or not, you're 
not getting your dime back," the trader said fiercely.

Hastily considering the blow to his ego and then his wallet, Hank 
nevertheless took the high road and pulled the barely dressed Kate 
out of the wagon where the trader had set up shop and ignored other 
offers for Kate as he dragged her to the coal shed he managed to 
maintain as a residence.

"I don't know if I should go on about you leaving us to die or that 
you're such a failure you live in a coal shed," Kate said. "I reckon I 
can start on one and work to the other in time. What have you heard 
from Betty and Anna?"

"I'm not so much a failure as saving every penny for a new wagon 
wheel - that's it," Hank scrabbled together. "You're a whore!"

"You can stop saving up as Mexicans burnt the wagon and carried off 
your sister and mine," Kate said. "You must have a lot saved. Should 
we buy a toney house and put on airs?"

"You're a whore!" Hank repeated.

"Then let's buy a big house and make it a brothel," Kate suggested. 
"You do have loads and loads of money, don't you?"

Alas, he did not. What he had left was a drinking problem, marked 
down from the gambling problem and the woman troubles. Gambling 
was cured when he had no money, which solved his woes with 
women as well and all there was left was the dime bottle of hootch for 
a crutch. He was still ready with an excuse, however.

"Losing you - that's it! And my sister and your sister! I couldn't stand 
the pain. It was all I could do to drag a bottle to my lips and drink 
myself into unconsciousness," Hank said.

"Then we can save a dime a day as I can accomplsh the same thing 
kicking you in the head," Kate offered. "Don't you think we should go 
see what's left of the wagon before you're arrested for littering?"

That was so far down on the left off part of Hank's list of things to do 
that he didn't have a snappy, or any, comeback to Kate's proposal. 
He stared dumbly as Kate proceeded to show him some of the other 
skills she had acquired being a butt whore for every man in God's 
creation.

"What did you fetch me a kick square in the nuts for?" Hamk groaned
as he collapsed from the aforemention kick in the nuts. "You weren't 
like this before. You sure Betty ran off?"

"Nobody run off. We was drug!" Kate hoped to make as much 
impression on Hank with words as she had with her foot. "We was 
butt raped, gang raped and every other sort of rape you can think of 
and that was just the Mexicans while I was there. I got captured by 
dirt worshipping savages and Betty and Anna were rode off for, I 
suppose, more butt raping and the like."

"Still no call to kick me in the nuts," Hank complained. "It's not like I'm 
man enough to knock you down and put my pecker up your ass in any 
case. Now you think on that before you say we should set out into 
them wilds again."

Now Hank had a point and not just the one he usually hid under his 
hat. Kate might be able to deflect most trouble for having an ass to 
fuck, but that hardly seemed like a good plan to depend on and Kate 
had come to like getting a dime to be butt fucked - or someone getting 
a dime at least. She might still get that in Kansas, but out in the 
Badlands dimes were few and far between while cocks were many 
and like to be right up between her butt cheeks without even asking, 
much less paying.

Still and all it wasn't called Buggery in Kansas and Kate's fate was 
pretty much predetermined. She was lucky enough the trader let them 
ride in the wagon to the edge of Godforsaken nowhere as long as
she fucked customers for a dime until they split up.

"Gonna miss ramming my dick in your ass, or the dimes, one of 
them," the trader said in farewell. "Might even be both and I'd 
investigate that if I hadn't just filled your ass plumb full of pecker snot 
and need a rest."

It was a touching good bye because the trader didn't need a hard-on 
to grope Kate and when she'd gotten out of reach, she turned Hank 
toward the south and kicked him in the ass to make him move.

"We got farther than this before the wheel broke," Hank complained 
for their turn south, but Kate kicked him in the ass again and set him 
moving.

"I said they burnt the wagon and no reason to find the ashes. I reckon 
Betty and Anna are in old Mexico if they're alive and if they aren't, 
then the desperados that kilt them are," Kate explained. "You're going 
to threaten them and they'll gloat over what they've done while they 
torture you."

Cutting out the crying and begging and continual whine as Kate 
kicked Hank to Mexico, their reception was much less grim than they 
expected.

"Hola! Ju must be my brother, rat-fart," Hank was greeted a full three 
steps over the border into Mexico. "It's good to see you can come 
and visit me and my sweet Anna."

Already beyond unexpected and far into unbelieveable, Kate allowed 
this man (Manuel) to lead Hank to an adobe bulding where, indeed, 
they found Anna.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Where the fuck did you go? 
Manuel! Why are you dragging these polecats in here? You all stink 
and I don't know what the fuck you think you're going to find here," 
Anna rattled off in fine form upon seeing them.

"This is your sweet Anna?" Kate asked Manuel in disbelief.

"You forget I don't understand her,"  Manuel told Kate confidentially. "I 
hear her voice. I ignore. Bedtime comes. I like Anna then."

"This damn tiny-dicked savage fucks me up the ass every chance he 
gets! Thank God he isn't hung like a real man or he would have kilt me 
by now!" Anna snarled on in her unending diatribe. "Bend me over and 
- bang! - right up the butt! It's a marvel I can shit right!"

"I don't know what you know about savages, I was butt-fucked and 
every other kind of fucked by Apaches after you rode off," Kate 
interjected, needing to claim credit for her own ordeal, "Do you know 
where Betty is?"

"Betty? Don't mention that bitch to me! She's Conchita now and rides 
with that thief Juan as his second in command," Anna revealed. "Jose 
one has been demoted to just another Jose, but I hear he and all the 
other Joses drag Conchita behind the bushes and fuck her in the ass
every time they stop riding - so that's something."

"I would be careful in putting too much weight on what I didn't just 
understand," Manuel said confidentially to Kate, "Conchita is capable 
of dragging all the Joses behind the bushes herself. She is, how you 
say, a hot tamale."

"No, you say she is a hot tamale, I would call her a unrepentant slut,"
Kate told Manuel. "You know Juan liked me better and I shoud be 
Conchita and Betty should have been butt-fucked by Apache."

"What are you gonna do?"  Manuel shrugged. "All you've done in 
finding your kin is get into line to be buggered in the badlands by one 
and all."

"Now you leave your tiny little pecker out of it, Manuel," Anna turned 
on him, "I won't have you make me a liar by getting a hard-on you 
don't ram up my ass. Kate might need to compensate for marrying 
no-dick Hank by getting butt-fucked by all and sundry, but you hold 
yourself out of that crowd. Come to think of it, ram your cock up my 
ass right now so my kin can see I wasn't lying."

Manuel was happy enough with the prospect to push Anna down over 
the table where she was making, what else?, tamales and produce 
his pecker to put up her ass. He went from halfsie to hard in the time 
it took to get his cock between the cheeks of Anna's generous ass, 
which served as a testament to the affection the two had for each 
other.

"Dad blame it, Manuel!" Anna shrieked as her part of the testament of 
mutual affection, "You've got your prick up my ass! That's plumb 
unnatural and you're an animal!"

"You see how she begs for it," Manuel said apologetically as he 
stuffed his prick in Anna's ass. "That is what she says- I theenk."

His pretended misunderstanding no less silly for it, his vigor jamming 
his prick in Anna's ass put silly in its place far to the rear of watching 
him bugger Anna. He was serious and it was clear that he'd done it 
before. If Kate had looked hard at Manuel she could testify that he 
had done it before, up her own ass in fact. But at the moment, it was 
Anna bent over the tamales and getting her ass fucked to a fare thee 
well.

"Now I'm helpless and hopeless and cowardly and all, but none of that 
stops me from seeing that his prick is right up my sister's ass," Hank 
finally spoke. "Must be quite a man to manage and here's to him for 
it!"

"You so proud of him, jam your pecker up her ass when he's done," 
Kate suggested. "You're enough of a low-life to do it, just usually too 
scairt to try."

"And the situation is changed how?" Hank inquired.

"You get right up her ass when Manuel pulls out and she's still bent 
over, she might not notice, accustomed to being buggered in her butt 
as the nasty slut is," Kate said. "Otherwise I'll sit on her head and you 
can pump turds for the fun of it."

Her reason unclear, Anna said nothing about this heinous vulgarity 
while Manuel was pumping prick up her ass. He bounced her butt 
about in his happy pursuit of stuffing her ass with pecker while she 
grunted at the impacts that jiggled the table and her tamales along 
with her big butt and other shaking parts. It wasn't until Manuel 
pumped her ass full of spooge and stepped back that Anna indicated 
she had been listening to the exchange between her brother and 
Kate.

"Hank warn't ever enough man to put his pecker up my ass and I don't 
reckon he is now," Anna said in contrary fashion as her vacated 
asshole was ripe for Hank to bugger. "He knows he's not man enough 
and will commence with the excuses presently."

"I only need scold my wife for not taking her part - iffen she don't," 
Hank said as he shocked Anna by stepping up and ramming his cock 
up her ass as Kate had told him. "I reckon you get held down, I don't 
mind so much fucking your ass."

While shock held Anna in place, Kate saw no reason to interfere, but 
when she reared up, Karte felt an obligation to her word and her 
general dislike for Anna to hold Anna down, although not strictly sitting 
on her head. It seemed the indication of intention was enough, or the 
indication of intention and a hearty lean on Anna by Kate. Anna 
stayed down and Hank put his pecker up her ass fit to do himself 
proud.

He wasn't exactly thinking about the repercussions of boning his 
sister up the butt as he stuffed her shitter. It was more a heat of the 
moment thing and his response to the rather masterful commands of 
his wife. That it did serve several secret motives didn't tend to inhibit 
Hank either. He was glad enough to ram his prick up Anna's ass and 
didn't need to fuss over it to have the good of her squealing rejection 
of his buggering.

"You have no right to upset me so much with a dick so small!" Anna
complained loudly as Hank crammed cock up her ass. "I shouldn't
have to fuss for a cock I hardly feel."

"I have to agree there," Kate said as she leaned on Anna while Hank
jammed Anna's ass with cock, "I've been buggered all across these
badlands and yor cock ain't so much, Hank. Ram it up her ass harder
to make up for than now, won't you?"

Seeing her complaints were liable to bring her more trouble, although
in the present case Hank was already cramming his cock up 
her ass as hard and fast as he could manage for spite, Anna decided
to keep her distress to herself. She supposed she had 
underestimated Kate if she could get Hank to bugger her, Anna. It
certainly meant she had extra spine to lend him, Anna thought as 
her brother rammed his pecker in her shit chute with ass-damaging
force.

"And now - no offense to Manuel - we're going to find Juan and Hank
is going to fuck Conchita in the ass and maybe all the other 
Joses can fuck her ass too, but Juan is going to see his mistake or
he'll be bent over and butt-fucked in Conchita's place," Kate 
said with conviction after Hank had dumped a full load of pecker snot
up his sister's ass..

"I think that might be worth a million to Juan," Anna quipped, "I think
he's a fag for preferring Betty to me."

"I don't know what either of you said, but leave me Anna to butt-fuck,"
Manuel said. "I would miss her ass otherwise."

This left Manuel at least satisfied with the situation as Kate began
kicking Hank's ass again, in the general direction Manuel had 
indicated as the camp of the Mexican bandits. Hank, who had become
accustomed if not fond of being kicked along, stumbled 
toward their destination as best he could while Kate began to imagine
what she might do when they did encounter Juan.

As Kate has progressed from sorry victim to avenging fury, it might be
suspected that she and Hank descended on the bandits in 
full fury and put her plans into action. At the very least it might be
suspected there would be harsh words for Juan and her sister. 
This, of course, comes without remembering that narrative device
called a twist. As well, there were lots of Mexicans and Hank 
was not going to be any help.

"Well, look who has rolled into our campsite unwelcomed and
unannounced," Juan said when Kate kicked Hank at the crest of a 
rise and Hank rolled down the incline and nearly into the campfire
around which sat Juan, Betty, now Conchita, and the several 
Joses. "Although he is a stranger to me, he fits the description
Conchita has made of her worthless brother-in-law."

"No! He is Betty's worthless brother-in-law and I see Betty's sister,
his wife, atop the crest, but I am Conchita," Conchita said. "As 
we are no relation, I say you are merciless with them and treat them
as you wish."

"Hola, Conchita, but I say your words are wortthless as I doubt Juan
sprachens sie English," Kate said as she strode boldly into 
camp. " Therefore: Holy Frijoles! Aiiie Caramba and Aii cuneta!"

From the looks, it was clear no one had any idea what Kate's bastard
Spanish was to mean, but it did prevent them, for the 
moment, from jumping up and throwing her to the sand. She was able
to come face to face with Juan in the interval and gave him 
her best withering stare.

"If ju really prefer that old withering bitch to her younger, more limber
sister, then you'll prove it by throwing her down and ramming 
your cock up her ass," Kate challenged. "Otherwise the boys will
know you're a twisted hombre and fuck you in the ass instead."

"While I have not picked my Joses for the brightest minds of their
generation, I am sure they can see there is nothing behind your 
words, but that your behind is made for having the fuck fuck as you
say," Juan countered. "I say they throw you down and have it 
up your ass and Conchita  and I laugh at ju."

"Then the Joses will be having the better of you and in not so long will
come to see that," Kate went on, the Joses seeming too 
interested in the exchange to do more than kick Hank in a desultory
manner. "They will take over for having the best ass to fuck 
and you will have Betty."

As much as this might seem confusing to any audience, the Joses
were exempt for not listening to any of it. Ass was in prospect, 
they could see that and they were waiting to see what benefit they
might have before jamming their pricks up someone's ass. Lest 
you get the wrong idea, they were only thinking of Betty and Kate, but
this was because there were women present and not a hard 
and fast rule.

"Oh no, no, the only way of gaining their loyalty is to have them fuck
you in the ass," Juan said triumphantly and then jerked a bit as 
he thought what he had said.

"Then line up boys, aqui, aqui," Kate made gestures to indicate a line,
"Ju will all have better ass than Juan and it is for you to see 
that makes you the leaders and not Juan and his tired ass old whore."

"Oh, like they give a shit," Conchita sniffed at Kate's offer. "They just
want to ram their cocks up an ass and good luck getting them 
to remember whose it was once they've pumped pecker jizz in your
butt."

Juan did not look as certain as the Joses seemed interesting enough
in Kate tossing up her skirts and pulling down her bloomers. 
At the appearance of ass there had never been any controversy that
they would swarm and try to put thier dicks in it. As that was 
indeed the case, Hank had a respite from desultory kicking and got to
his feet by Juan and Betty, now Conchita.

"Was a regular ass whore for a peddlar that bought her from Apatches
for a bottle of rotgut after she left you-uns," Hank filled them in. "This
will be the same as a good day, but won't strain her none, if that was
what you were hoping."

"I was hoping she'd get fucked in the ass," Betty said combatively.
"She's getting that."

"And now that's a bad thing?" Juan picked up on the careless truth.
"Why then do you let the Joses pull you in the bushes and fuck 
your ass? I thought you were sorry for them since I have your ass all
the time. And for that matter, why don't I have my cock up 
your ass?"

"I would think it's the pants," Hank said helpfully. "I know I drop mine
when I fuck, ass or cunt."

"Then go on - drop them - if you've got to have it - if that's all you think
about - if that's all I'm worth to you," Conchita said as she pulled up
her skirts and revealed a lack of bloomers or knickers or any covering
that might slow a cock on a mission to go up her ass.

"Another benefit of not knowing what she's saying," Juan confided in
Hank as he dropped his pants. "I think she is telling me to hurry and to
get in deep and to fuck hard."

"Frijoles caliente and chili can carne," Hank whooped in support as
Juan grabbed Betty by the hips and rammed his cock straight 
up her ass and proceeded to bounce her about on his hard prick.

Juan did a leader-like job of boning Betty up the butt, but there were
many Joses and he could not outlast them all. Given Kate was 
well started and nearly done with the first Jose, not necessarily Jose
One, there were only three left, including the one pecker drilling her
stink hole when Juan heaved hard enough to knock Betty over and
followed her to the sand to bury his bone and pump her full of sticky
spend. But there was still the one ass-fucking Kate and two more
dancing in impatience for their turn and Juan looked up from loading
Betty's ass.

"Doubt you can get it up quick enough, but Kate could take it," Hank
said helpfully -- or cuttingly. "I'm thinking I might ram her ass and
contribute my own pecker snot as I don't think she'll notice."

There was evidence that Hank was ready to do just that, but Kate's
cooperation was still in question. As it was, there was to be a bit of a wait, if not a particularly long one for the man banging her
butt to squirt and then two more to repeat the process. Juan used the time to think, but all he could think of was Kate fucking every
Jose and her challenge to him.

In that Conchita's, or Betty's, habit of dragging them into the bushes
to ram their peckers up her ass stood as a danger. If, as she said,
her ass was the best and tight and exciting as could be, the Joses
would still follow the man who tamed it. It was not a certain thing, as
nothing was certain with the Joses, that they would revolt for liking
Kate's ass better, but Juan didn't like that gamble. Even worse was
that none of the Joses, even Jose one, was likely to assert himself to
claim leadership but he could see Kate would use their support to
claim it for herself.

"So what do you theenk, Gringo?" Juan was desperate enough to ask
Hank.

"I done said I think I'll have my prick up her ass as quick as can be
before she knows it's me," Hank answered.

"I mean will she recruit these Joses and steal my bandits and take
some ridiculous and obscenely violent revenge on me?" Juan asked.

Hank thought a moment and said extravagantly, "Like I've any idea
what she might do. Having kicked me in the ass from Kansas to here,
you can't rule out violent revenge, but I don't see her wanting to be a
Mexican bandit, even as leader, seeing she'd have to be assfucked
by them all all the time. She did mention, a long time back, that she
should be Conchita and Betty should go to hell."

"But what does that leave for you?" Luna asked Hank.

"A slow, painful death, messy, I reckon, but I'd be more pleased to just
escape," Hank said honestly.

As Kate was finishing with the last Jose and Hank was jockeying for
position to put his prick in her ass before she knew, Juan was 
compiling all the options from his musing and selecting a plan. He
thought he was being wise, but Kate diasbused him of the notion.

"I know that's you, Hank," Kate said to Hank, not Juan, "Take that as
a farewell gift because, if I get my bloomers up and you're still in sight,
I'll shoot you and leave you to the buzzards."

That low-life sidewinder dealt with, Kate looked up at Juan and said,
"You'd be better served to send Betty after him or Conchita will slit
your throat in the night after you have butt fucked her."

As this solved all Juan's problems and not in the worst way, he
decided no more thinking was needed.

"I would go now as you can been seen a long way off and I think your
sister will shoot you in the ass and that's a horrible way to die," Juan
said to Betty. "I did like her better, but she got lost and I took you as
consolation. Also, the Joses have fucked your ass to a loosness that
is not as good as it once was."

"Now hold on, Juan," Kate said, having her butt injected with pecker
ooze, but laying in place a moment longer out of affection for Hank, so
he could get farther off before she pulled up her bloomers, "Ju make
much sense about her ass and I've changed my mind. We can keep
Betty and call her Carmen and she can be for the Joses to fuck in the
ass."

"And you will cut off my pecker for fucking her?:" Juan asked with
some misgiving.

"I will point at you and laugh for being el Stupido," Kate said, pulling up
her bloomers and not even looking back as she knew Hank had gone
off like the Roadrunner in his hurry to not be shot. "She has a used up
loose ass and mine is tight and practiced. And I don't care if she's
rammed by more cock. It will be your loss and I won't care."

"Then where is the question? Joses, we do as she says!" Juan
announced. "This is Conchita now and Carmen there is for Joses. 
Vaminos Muchachas!"