Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Buggery in the Badlands: The Lone Stranger


  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.

	

    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.


The Lone Stranger



"Howdy m'am!"

That was his calling card and a silvery discharge from the anus his
 farewell gift. He rode the vast expanses of the Old West bringing his
 version of western hospitality to every woman who had the bad luck to 
meet him too far from help. He was the Lone Stranger, sole survivor of
 a pack of psychopaths, mostly related, and the sole survivor mostly
 because he killed them all. But that's another story.

"Howdy m'am!"

Now the Stranger was a passing handsome man and widder Johnson
 had no reason to suspect his motives. Not, anyway, beyond the
normal urge of a man still breathing to get her naked and put his
pecker up her. Being a widder she was not inclined to reject all such
motives without examination. More clearly put, she didn't know if she'd
mind getting naked and having his pecker up her. She still wanted to
know more about this man, however.

"Hello, stranger. I don't often meet anybody way out here," widder 
Johnson elicited his life story, or as much as she needed to overcome
 her moral objections.

"I'm not here much myself," the Stranger said obligingly. "Just passing
by in roaming the wide open spaces. I am surprised you know my
name."

"I don't know your name!" widder Johnson strongly rejected such
familiarity, "I called you stranger."

"It's hard to hear a capital letter," the Stranger admitted, "But that's my 
name, I'm the Lone Stranger."

This had nothing to do with how familiar he wanted to feel. Widder 
Johnson was right past that and onto all the stories about the Lone 
Stranger. She'd been happier trying to guess his motives than to know
them straight out.

"Oh Dear Lord!" widder Johnson yelled out. "And just like they say!
There's no one to help me out here and I'm doomed."

"Then if you know that, you'll get off that horse and get naked," the 
Stranger told widder Johnson. "It's a whole lot easier and putting up a
fuss isn't going to change a thing."

"Well, then there you're wrong, because it will work us both into a
lather and preserve my self respect something fierce," widder Johnson
balked. "You're going to have to drag me off this horse and rip my
clothes off."

Now some might say there was something other than fear in her voice
as she made this declaration, but that doesn't change the Stranger
rolling off his horse and grabbing the widder and pulling her down. As
far as the Stranger was concerned he could have thrown up her skirts
and rammed it up her ass right there, but he did her the service of
tearing at her dress from the top down.

This may have been lacking in lather to the widder's mind as she
responded by pulling away, incidentally helping the Stranger tear her
dress, and running off. He gave pursuit and it became a game of strip
the widder as he tore off more each time he caught her and she ran
off with each lost piece.

"Now you're only going to have a longer sore walk back if you keep
running the same direction," the Stranger advised. "If you double back,
which is a smart move since the horses are there, you'll cut down that
achy walk."

"I might have took you to my bed if you weren't such a wretched
pervert!" widder Johnson shouted in reply. "Why don't you admit you're
a faggot and go stick it in your boyfriend!"

"Why, he might like it," the Stranger answered, grabbing widder
Johnson by the corset which was all she had left and covered nothing
of interest to the Lone Stranger. "I like the wiggling 'cuz you don't."

"Why you're not even hard!" widder Johnson scoffed as the Stranger
pushed down his dungarees.

"I don't doubt I will be too soon for you," the Stranger said as he
pushed her face down and made her rear rise up.

"No! Please don't! Rape me if you gotta. In the right place, you know. 
Don't do that other thing!" the widder begged.

"You don't like it in the ass? You've never had it in the ass? Don't you
want to feel it in your ass?" the Stranger baited her. "You ought to
know how to say it as I'm about to do it to you. You're getting it up the
ass. You like that?"

It was clear the Stranger did and widder Johnson was learning to her
distress what the Stranger meant by him being ready too soon. He had
his cock laid on the crack of her ass and she could feel it swell as he
taunted and she begged.

"No! I can't! I don't! I don't wanna!" the widder screamed out as the
Stranger ass-cracked her with a very lethal hard-on. "Please! Not 
there! Not in my ass!"

Those were the magic words. In this case, on this occasion, 'not in my
ass' were the magic words. They served in many cases, but the
Stranger was flexible in his selection of magic words. The words
encouraged the Stranger to place his cock on the widder's asshole
and give a little shove.

"It can't get in! It's too big!" the widder shouted hopefully as the
Stranger's cock was at first repulsed. "Just fuck me. Fuck me how you
want, I don't care, but fuck me, you know, the usual way."

Well, she didn't want it. She really didn't want it. It made it that much
sweeter to feel her asshole spread open when the Stranger was
serious about pushing. It crawled over the head of his cock as
grudgingly as could be and then the widder screamed as the head
went past the obstruction.

"No! Please, no! Take it out!" the widder begged frantically. "It's too big.
Take it out!"

It probably would have been hard if she was trying to help and the
widder wasn't trying. That just made the Stranger's dick harder. He
was going right up that ass. He was going to feel his cock nose deep
while the tight band slid down his shaft until it was right around the
base of it and his cock was as far as it could go up her ass.

"No! Please don't!" the widder kept begging even after he had.

She tried to move but that only made him move harder with her. She
had no room to evade and all her attempts were only making it better
for the Stranger. She wiggled around, like he said, and excited him
because she struggled.

"Oh, but honey... we ain't even started," the Stranger told the widder
Johnson once he'd buried his pecker full stop up her ass. "Now I
commence to fucking this tight ass of yours."

It was an entirely different form of nausea and disgust as the cock
moved in the widder's ass. He'd done all the damage he was going to
do and now she was drenched in the ignominy of the act. Still a
physical torment, she now added the revulsion of that cock in the
very wrong and disgusting place it was going.

"Now don't you dare like it because I wouldn't appreciate that one bit,"
the Stranger taunted her as he crammed his cock in and out of her
ass.

In fact, he'd probably not notice as he was too wrapped up in the
unshakable and ultimately undeniable fact he was ramming his cock
right up her ass and that he owned her. Her reaction was subserviant
to his sense of being deep in her ass and making her take it.

Widder Johnson just plumb ran out of the energy to resist and lay
there with her ass up as the Stranger's cock pounded into her
asshole. She'd done all she could and his cock was still drilling deep in
her ass and he was slapping on her butt with a loud disgusting
reminder of the perversion he was forcing on her. It was very different
from the sort of ramming she had hoped when she first saw the
Stranger.

"Now don't you wish you'd listened and doubled back?" the Stranger
asked when he'd humped some time into her ass until he'd stirred the
glee of invasion into a grand series of spurts up her ass. "You'll find
the walk back the more painful for it."

"Just shut up and move off, you dog faced goat fucker!" the widder
snarled at the Stranger.

"Now, now, and I was going to offer to fuck you like you wanted if you'll
suck my dick," the Stranger offered.

They both knew where it had been. The widder wasn't that desperate
for a fuck. There were three or four boys in town that could do the job.

"I'd turn you in, but everyone knows who you are and what you do and
no one ever stops you," the widder complained.

"'Cause they know you deserve it, all of you, all of 'em like you," the
Stranger said. "They'd like to themselves, but you'd get back at them
somehow. I just move on after providing them the service they wish
they could. It's only the ones I buttfuck that don't like me."

"And that surprises you?" the widder Johnson asked in surprise.

"Aw, hell no. That pleases me. That's why I do it," the Stranger
explained."It's no fun if you like it. Be a sad world if every woman
wanted it in the ass."

"So the way to stop you is to convince every woman she likes it?" the
widder asked,

"Nah," the Stranger waved off her supposition, "They can think they
like it as long as they don't. Don't think it's possible that every women
will like it enough to make it bad for me."

Sincerely hoping she wasn't to provide repeat business for the
Stranger, the widder began to limp back along the way she came. She
still didn't like it and that made her a target. Worst of all, he was right
about doubling back. It would have saved her many painful steps in
getting to her horse.

By the time she limped back he was, of course, gone. She had the
silvery discharge from the anus so there was no reason to dally. The
widder knew that somewhere he was trotting up to another
unsuspecting woman, his calling card at the ready.

"Howdy, m'am!"