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


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	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.


The Lone Stranger
Rides Again

"Howdy m'am!"

You recall his calling card and the silvery discharge from the anus that
was his farewell gift. He still 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. The Lone Stranger rides
again to an intersection with another hapless victim to her butt's
regret.

"Look. I'm barely getting by and I don't need any help so you can have
a deent meal," Mrs. Jones was surly in reply. "You've got a rifle in that
saddle boot. Why don't you hunt somethng if you're so hungry?"

"M'am, I only said howdy," the Lone Stranger pointed out, intrigued by
the fierce attitude. "How do you reckon that means I want to work for
food?"

"Well, I know you don't want to, but desperation drives people to do
things they don't like - working for instance," she continued in her
pique. "If you were the decent sort, you've have work and food as
well. And don't go on about that part as I know it is only an excuse to
soften my defenses and try to take liberties with me."

"You mean that nasty sort that's only proper with married folk - and not
all that proper then?" the Stranger was warming up to Mrs. Jones and
wanted a clearer idea of her views. "I'm sure I've never considered
what you're thinking."

"Then stay away from my livestock!" Mrs. Jones replied. "If that's not
what you want, then it must be sheep, cattle and dogs!"

"Now I see the polite part of the conversation is over and I'm afeared
we're moving on to the next part," the Lone Stranger said to her rebuff.

To put her in the mood for his moving on, he pulled out the
aforementioned rifle and pointed it in Mrs. Jones's general direction.
He rode up to tie his horse to her wagon and then slipped into the seat
beside her. Mrs. Jones regarded him with a jaundiced eye, but had no
smart reply.

"Now take me to your place where I won't work, probably won't eat,
but there will be a passel of liberties and not the kind you think," the
Stranger told her.

"Well, then, my husband will shoot you and then we'll have a new
horse," she said brightly. "Come along if you want. I think you might
even be of a size with Jim and he might get some new duds as well.
Those that aren't too blood stained, I mean."

They rode along peaceable like until they came to that low house in
the middle of nothing that all the ranchers and farmers in the west
were wont to adopt. She held her peace until they were near the
house and then started bellering.

"Jim! Jim Jones! Stop making kool-aid and come out and shoot this
hooligan says he wants to take liberties with me!" she bellered.

Jim appeared toting his rifle and the two men stared each other down.

"You come to fuck my wife?" he asked the Stranger.

"I come after I fuck your wife, that's it usually," the Stranger said
graciously. "But we ain't been properly introduced. I know you're Jim
Jones, since she's been shouting it, I'm the Lone Stranger and I'm
riding again."

"Lone Stranger, eh?" Jim lowered his rifle as Mrs. Jones gasped at
the telling reveal. "Then I suppose I ain't got a chance with a gun
against you and have to throw myself on your mercy and let you ass-
fuck my wife while I cower like a cowardly dog."

"Jim?" Mrs. Jone managed to gasp in despair before the Stranger
replied, "Now I'm not all that fearsome. With a gun I am, so you're right
not to try, but you don't have to cower. Make us some coffee, why
don't you, and you can watch as I bang it up your wife's ass."

"Now Jim, I knew you weren't worth much, but are you going to sit
back and let this man continue his lawless and unnatural ways without
a fuss?" Mrs. Jones despaired. "You know he intends to use me as no
man should and only the worst would. How can you sit by and allow
him to invade your property like this?"

"Well..." Jim started, but the Stranger cut him off, "Now Jim, you better
let me answer as she'll hate you longer if you tell her 'stead of me."

"Now m'am," the Stranger told Mrs. Jones politely. "Jim here can see
you'll need tending when I'm done and he'll be a powerful more helpful
alive. You don't need to suffer the regret alone. It's not for his own life,
I'm sure, but for his concern for you. Also, he probably thinks a hard
one up your ass might take some of that sass out of you, but he's not
likely to say that."

"Damn straight he won't!" Mrs. Jones said with certainty and then had
a hitch. "Least ways I never thought he would. 'Course I thought he'd
fight for my honor, too."

"No reason for him to do what you never did," the Stranger said and
waited the three beats until they put it together.

"I was a virgin on my wedding night!" Mrs. Jones protested.

"Don't care," the Stranger said. "Don't need to see pictures, neither.
Just care about your ass and I'm plumb certain that's still virgin for me.
Now get in the house."

"No!" Mrs. Jones protested loudly. "If you're going to, do it here. Don't
go in the house!"

"Now Jim I see you fingering that rifle nervously, so out of politeness I
will explain that I will shoot your pecker off if you raise that gun and
then do what I want anyway," the Stranger warned gallantly, "Now
what's in the house you don't want me to see?"

"That would be me," the poorly named Felicity said as she made her
entrance onto the porch from the shack. "They must reckon you'll
ravage me as well if you know I'm here."

"Now you see, your folks aren't always the idiots you think," the
Stranger told her. "That is indeed what I will do, but I promised your
mom and I have to buttfuck her first. You don't mind waiting for the
pain and degradation, do you?"

"She don't know what she's saying!" Jim protested. "She's just a child
and doesn't know about those things."

"Oh, give me a break!" Felicity rolled her eyes. "We live in a one room
house. How hard is it to figure out what you're doing under the covers
when mom is snarling at you and you're grunting away and ignoring
the things she calls you? I know enough about it to know what he
wants."

"And you're not scared?" the Stranger asked with some concern.

"Don't know," she held out hope. "I don't think it's as bad as mom
makes out, but I don't know what it's like."

"And you won't when I'm done," the Stranger said proudly. "I'm not
going to do what your daddy does. I'm going to give your momma what
she's never had and you can believe it's as bad as she makes out
when I've got my pecker up her ass."

Felicity still wasn't decently afeared, but the Stranger held out hope
watching him buttfuck her mom would put her in the proper frame of
mind. If not, he thought to himself, I'll reckon my dick going up her butt
will take her to that horrible unsafe place of her nightmares.

"Now you get yourself sprawled across that table yonder because I'm
only going to throw up your skirts and yank down your bloomers to
buttfuck you," the Stranger said to Mrs. Jones, and then to Felicity,
"You get to work being nekkid because I'm gonna have me some fun
fucking you up the ass."

To his mild surprise, Felicity seemed to be getting right at it as he
approached Mrs. Jones from the rear.        

"I don't want you to shoot Jim's pecker off. That's why I doing this,"
Mrs. Jones said through gritted teeth as the Stranger came up behind
her. "Just do it."

Facing it with grit and determination, the Stranger liked that. He was
going to make her strain her gussets keeping that attitude. He threw
up her skirts anf yanked down her bloomers just like he promised, then
paused.

"You got any fat, any grease around here, Jim?" the Stranger asked
Jim.

It didn't hurt to be nice every once in a while. It was particularly good
when being nice made it more terrifying for his victim. Mrs. Jones fit in
that category and she did some fine gusset straining as the Stranger
spread pig fat all over her asshole. He wanted her to bend but not
break and greasing her ass fit in that. He had another ass to plumb
and he wanted her fear to be sweet and natural and not prematurely
terrorized by what he was about to do to her mom.

It didn't hurt the fucking none, either. Mrs. Jones had the knob of his
cock up her ass before she knew what happened. It went in with a
pop, eased by hog fat, and suddenly her asshole was stretched open
around the Stranger's cock with a definite intrusion inside.

It caught her so much by surprise that it was a brief and relatively
quiet yell she was able to muster. Then he was pushing that cock
deeper into her ass and she couldn't keep still.

"No! I can't take that! Stop it! Stop it!" she screamed out and the
Stranger paid her all the mind he usually did with women up whose ass
he had his cock.

She obviously meant she didn't like it, because the Stranger was
making it obvious she could take it, despite her denial. It went in pretty
easy and the ease didn't dull Mrs. Jones's distress. It would make for
more frantic action and was comfortable to boot. It was a fine balance
between personal discomfort and great screams and the easier, more
comfortable, but quieter way. The Stranger liked to keep a mix of both
as he poked his cock up asses across the West.

He was thinking he would do the same for the daughter, not just 'cause
he'd ram her harder for it, but for his own general well being. He
thought he might enjoy both asses for a while - another benefit of
grease and one promising to make the daughter's initiation a
memorable one for both her and the Stranger.

"It's wrong! It's bad! Don't keep it there! Take it out!" Mrs. Jones was
not relenting her rejection of the Stranger's cock up her ass and he
paid it as much attention as before, only moving his cock more
vigorously in her ass.

"Now you know a good wife takes it until her man is done," the
Stranger chided her. "Now all you have to do is pretend you're a good
wife."

Even the Stranger got tired of 'no!' while he was slamming up her ass
to slap loud on her butt in his fierce assault on getting a nut. She was
pegged to the table good enough to leave lines on her thighs as the
Stranger took all he could and fought to fuck her ass fast enough to
raise his friction to the sticking point.

"That coffee you asked for is brewed," Jim told the Stranger when the
Stranger had come to a stop with his cock up Mrs. Jones's ass.

"Now you don't seem so shy being naked in front of your pa," the
Stranger commented to Felicity while Jim was pourng the coffee.

"He does give me a bath every week, so I don't know what I've got to
hide," Felicity said.

"But you're still a virgin in every way?" the Stranger asked. "He don't
go washing you with his dick, now does he?"

"What kind of sick father does that?" Felicity asked. "He just uses a
rag."

"Been doing it since she was a kid and never stopped," Jim put in as
he handed 'round the coffee. "Nothing wrong with it long as I got Betty
Sue. She aint' so bad to poke, now is she?"

"Get tired of her saying 'no!' real quick," the Stranger said. "But I
reckon she doesn't with you."

"Nope. Calls me everything but a whilte man and tells me to hurry," Jim
said. "Still feels good in there."

"Well, I think it's time Felicity gave me a bath and got me in shape to
fuck her in the ass," the Stranger said. "Where you go to get water?"

There was a pump just out back. The Stranger sent Felicity to fill a
bucket while he sipped his coffee.

"Now you both might want to watch the bath Felicity gives me," the
Stranger recommended, "You, Jim, because you'll want this. And you,
Betty Sue, because Jim will want it and it's easier if you know what
you're doing."

There was a discount for not making Mrs. Jones scream in pain.
Leaving Jim with a motivation to push her head down on his crank
was a little extra to make up for that. Betty Sue would remember to
hate him every time Jim jammed his cock in her mouth.

"Now as you know where it's been, you might want to be thorough,"
the Stranger said as he dropped balls and unit into the washbasin.
"But you don't need to go at it too rough. Just wash it because I've got
more for you to do."

The Stranger was shifting his hopes to Felicity's surprise when he
stuffed his prick up her ass. She seemed to like washing off his cock
and had been so far quite unruffled by everything he'd done. He didn't
think she'd remain so cool when his cock went in her ass. At least he
still hoped.

"Now, now, I promised your folks something and you've got to take my
dick out of this water before I can give it to them," the Stranger said
when his cock felt right clean.

Felicity lifted his cock out of the basin and then picked her dress off
the floor to dry him off. Thinking of nothing other than her ass, the
Stranger had to allow that he'd be perkier for getting his cock sucked.
Then there was the part about how Jim might feel, which cheered the
Stranger.

"Now you better get on your knees because I'm going to put my
pecker in your mouth and you'll be best placed that way," the Stranger
told Felicity. "Now when I put it in you suck, but like on rock candy, you
hear?"

"But that nasty thing was up mom's ass!" Felicity protested.

"Which is why you were so careful when you washed it off," the
Stranger reminded her.

"Oh yeah," Felicity granted and sank to her knees for the Stranger to
put his pecker in her mouth.

"Now that does look like it might feel good," the Stranger heard Jim tell
Betty Sue.

"Just hush and remember it's your daughter that's sucking on his
cock," Betty Sue replied.

That she was and she didn't mind. Whatever she guessed went on
under the covers didn't include it. That was certain. She didn't balk
when the Stranger stuffed his cock in her face and made her suck his
limp choad. It was mostly for Jim's benefit and Betty Sue's debit
anyway.

When the Stranger had enough of it, enough that he felt ready to ram
his cock up Felicity's ass, he pulled the girl to her feet and pushed her
the three paces to the bed in the room - the bigger of two beds in the
room. As they passed the table, he got himself a fingerfull of goop from
the hog fat.

The part about easier, longer and harder seemed even more right for
Felicity. Even if she didn't beg and scream when he put his cock up
her ass, which the Stranger was dreading with a growing fear, there
were still her concerned parents looking on and that counted for
something. It didn't count for as much, but that would be increased if it
took him forever and they had to watch the entire time.

"Just plop on the bed face down and spread your legs real wide," the
Stranger told Felicity.

Now that was some fucked up thinking, the Stranger told himself.
Felicity made some uncertain sounds as he probed her ass hole with
his greasy finger and that made his cock rise up. It was nice and tight
up an ass, a virgin one in particular. He was still invading, possessing
and dominating, whether she realized it or not. She was so unaware
that it was her ignorance that kept her from the proper reaction.

Like her mother when Jim made her suck cock, Felicity would realize
what he'd done in retrospect. That was an interesting twist and the
Stranger decided to let his pleasure rest on that tardy revelation rather
than Felicity's immediate reaction.

"That's awful big," Felicity held out a flicker of hope as he set his cock
on her asshole. "You sure it will fit in there?"

"Why no, honey, it don't fit, which is half the fun," the Stranger told
Felicity and pushed. "You don't have to like it because I like it enough
for both of us."

Interestingly, there was less resistance for the Stranger's cock
popping its head into Felicity's ass than her mother's. Then she
tightened up and her asshole gripped his cock just beyond the head as
she gasped out her surprise.

"That's real big!" she complained. "I don't like how it feels. It's too big
back there!"

"And it's going to hurt like fire right along with that if you don't ease up
and let me put my cock up your ass," the Stranger warned.

Viola! It was the best of both worlds as the Stranger bucked against
the clench of the prone girl's asshole. She was getting whiny, which
had its own charm, and he was cramming his cock up her ass in front
of her parents. The Stranger felt better about his prospects.

"I can't!" Felicity complained and then yelped as he pushed, "I don't
know how! Tell me how! Please don't push!"

She didn't have to. It was only pain for her and a slightly
uncomfortable effort for the Stranger as the grease helped him jam his
cock deep in her ass over her protests. Now that was an ass, tight
even greased. The Stranger strove to press down on her butt as he
pinned her to the bed with his cock as far as it went in her ass.

"You just lay there and scream or something," the Stranger advised
her when he reached his goal. "I can do ths without your help so you
don't need try."

"Now I know why momma didn't like it!" Felicity cried out. "You're
hurting my pooper! I don't like it in me!"

Jackpot! The Stranger felt warm waves of happy wash over him as he
scrunched about on her butt and corkscrewed his cock in her ass. She
wasn't screaming in panic or begging in terror, but she was registering
her dislike and it was like wine. The Stranger felt hope return that she
would be all he liked when he started in fucking her tight ass.

"That will come and go," trhe Stranger teased, "While my cock goes in
and out and I buttfuck you good!"

"No! Not good!" Felicity argued when he pulled back and rammed up
her ass again, "I don't want it!"

"Then think of daddy's balls, which I will blow off if you don't," the
Stranger reminded her, not pausing a stroke in cramming her ass with
cock, "You don't have to like it. I like it enough for us both. Now lay
there and take it!"

He didn't like being the cliched ass rapist who had to inform his victim
what he was doing, but it felt right to tell Felicity. It didn't hurt that it had
to make an impression on her folks as well. None of it was hurting,
actually. He was right up a hot, tight ass and he was getting lip. The
Stranger went on heaving and making Felicity squirm beneath him.

"You're not nice like I thought!" Felicity tried a little girl's scorn as a
defense.

"No, I'm the Lone Stranger and I buttfuck anyone I want all across the
West," the Stranger huffed as he slammed his cock up her ass. "You'll
be sore when you shit and walk bowlegged for a week!"

"You're mean!" Felicity informed him as he pounded on her bottom,
driving his cock all the way into her ass.

Now that was good, but the Stranger reckoned he'd milked all he could
from deep and hard. Her ass being greasy indicated a longer stroke,
just as fast as before and from a maintainable stance. He'd be at it
some time, as didn't distress him in the slightest. He wanted to be set
so as to do justice to Feliticty's virgin asshole.

He didn't mind that the folks got a good view of him boning her butt,
either. Jim seemed a likeable sort and the Stranger was sure he'd set
off a longing to prong Felicity's ass even if Jim never got around to
tapping that tight pumpkin. He already washed her. It didn't seem that
much of a leap to poke her up the ass, not to the Stranger's mind at
least.

"Cain't you just be done?" Felicity complained as the Strangter
buttfucked her eagerly.

"Now what fun would that be?" the Stranger taunted. "I spurt your ass
full of spooge and then you don't get none of this hard pounding I'm
about to rain down on your helpless ass."

"You're mean!" Felicity informed him again, which the Stranger took as
a slight nod to her displeasure at having his cock reaming out her ass.

He was mean. He was meaner than a snake and twice as deadly and
also accustomed to more bellering and begging than Felicity was
providing. Still, the poor thing hardly knew what to expect and the
Stranger could take that as a sign she'd hate him more later, when she
found out what he'd done.

It was all right to charge in and out of her tight asshole furiously. There
was nothing wrong with the way it made him want to pop. There was
that and he didn't have to hold her down at all. The Stranger guessed it
was all right.

"You got some fine women there, not wanting your balls blown off and
all," the Stranger told Jim when he pumped Felicity's ass full of his
silvery calling card. "Don't go to beatin' them too hard for letting
another man buttfuck 'em."

"Now don't think that's going to be the end of it!" Mrs. Jones
threatened. "We're going right to the sherriff and he'll hunt you down
for what you did."

Jim looked apologetic for her outburst, so the Stranger simply
suggested, "Make her ride a horse, Jim. See how far she gets until the
ache makes her turn back."

"I'm serious!" Mrs. Jones insisted. "I won't be happy until they hang
you!"

"Doubt you'll be happy then," the Stranger observed. "You're a sour old
broad and I think you need a hard dick up your ass to keep you civil."

She was getting no backing from Jim and the Stranger thought he saw
the sprout growing in Jim's mind. Not to shove it up the wife's ass as
she deserved, but he reckoned Jim had figured another way to stop up
his wife's mouth.

"What about you?" the Stranger turned to Felicity. "You want to ride
the range and watch me buttfuck helpless women? You're still a virgin,
you know, far as most people care. You hanker to see new places?"

"No! You're mean and my butt hurts!" Feliicty snapped. "I don't want to
go nowhere with you!"

"Then my work here is done," the Stranger announced. "You both had
tight assholes as I'll be sure to tell everyone I meet."