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