~Subject: Max's Cafe #6 nc........................... etc
~From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer)
~Date: Sat, 27 Jan 1996 11:14:30 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
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Max's Cafe # 6
by Paladin
Old George's mind want into over drive. This was a bumper crop of
poon. He ran his hand over the nearest soft white ass and then he
with a burst of inspiration, said to Max,
"Whyn't we keep um."
"What for. We done got us a good string and they be all black
beavered anyway. Why if'n I didn't have Martinia coming soon,
and the blemish it'd cause on Buck and Wilma's fine memory,
I'd be plumb tempted to throw um back." Max replied with a
twisted smile that showed the twisted gaps in his teeth.
"Now don't go getting you balls all in an uproar but I got an
idea. I saw this here group of drawings by some guy, name of
Du.. someng. Line drawings they was, and they showed a rodeo
with naked poon be the cows."
"Now picture this here little heifer" George said rubbing a
smooth curved naked back, "being chased by, say old Billie on his
old nag Nellie. Now she'd be a running her little ass for the
'ther end of corral titties, a swinging this away and that, and
Old Billie boy, he be a twirling his old rope a trying to catch
her ass."
"What for he wanta do that?" Max demanded with a curious look at
his cohort.
"Well we promote a 'rodeo' out the ranch and we charge admission
and the poon here be the prizes." George went on.
"Still why he wanna do it with the horse?" Max asked
skeptically. "I mean he come here and he can plunk down his coin
and get a piece, no horse or rope or shit like at air."
"He be a cowboy ain't he? Least wise he thinks he be. And then
their's young Bud he be another un and their be a bunch of
others. Why their even be some mexs that 'uld like to think they
be cowboy and be plumb busting to compete, if we uns play these
little heifers right."
George went on explaining his brain storm. "Why to show they be
best cowboy... they be just dying sign up to show they stuff.
Just look at that other rodeo over Edgar county. Them good old
boys done lost teeth, broke arms, and shit and they's doing it
with some mangy old cows."
"And them pictures you seen. Thay's good?" Max asked skeptically.
"Maybe we could copy um for posters."
"NO NO You can do at there. Some old crook got um copyrighted and
he get's awful touchy bout people like us'n coping um."
"Shit... well we get one of them mex's does shit on black velvet
to do our'n. Be dick stiffning just to look at um."
"Yea and the poon would run like blazes." George went on.
"Why's at?" Max asked as his expression soured. He had found
the flaw in the argument.
"Cause we let the cowboy, gets um in shortest time; he get's to
put his brand on um." George explained.
"Yea yea. I think that be a good idea. Why we could have poon
dogging, and poon roping and then...." Max was stymied with
naming the events but his eyes lit up with $$$.
The captive girls standing there were, while relieved at being
out of the oven of the truck, horrified at these old men
discussing their fate so casually.
"Why poon riding and then we could give Best Cow Boy a free
night with the heifer of his choice. Bet it be biggest thing in
the county in years." George speculated.
"Why'nt we use all the bitches. I bet that new bitch...you know
the blond poon, be a real runner and she be a screamer too. She
got the legs go clear up to pay dirt."
"Why I see'd them big knockers 'o her's swinging as she try to
get away." Yea Max was now taken with the vision. It was dick
stiffening, course most times poon did go straight to Max's
little head, but this was a real throbbing boner.
"George watch the bar for while. I got to go up see how the red
headed beaver be settling in to her new home." Max ordered as he
started the long climb to the attic room where Sonia and Jan were
recovering from their gang bang. To relieve the strain on his
jeans he unzipped his fly as he went. Then he was lead by the now
dripping little head. (Guys ain't that always the way. Damn thing
always leading ya on?)
"What I do with these here fillies?" George said holding the
chain attached to the dehydrated disheveled college girls.
"Take over to the freezer. Don't wana get um over heated now do
we. I'll go get the truck after I fu... see to the new red poon."
George dragged the chain to the freezer and secured the end to
the far wall. He ran his hand over a pair of now hardening
nipples.
"Yes sir be a fine crop of tits you got there darling. I be back
shortly. Now don't you'll go way." He said as he left them, and
slammed the big solid door. He secured the pad lock to insure
that no one would stumble over the now cooling poon.
A car drove up and as soon as George saw the pair of men that got
out, he knew their was business for Bruce. George though decided
to draw these old 'boys' out a bit.
The surveillance camera had shown George two men dressed in tight
black leather garments. He sized um up.
Fucking fags, they was... George knew it. He got some dirty
glasses and filled um with the cheep beer. <These uns would not
drink beer like good old boys. They's sissy water or dacories or
something like that there.>
He offered. "First beer be on the house for you'll."
"Oh gee we would like to but we really like to go to the little
boys room and pee first." the slim smaller one said with the lisp.
<They all got that lip.> George thought. <Fucking fags.> They
ignored the beer as he knew they would.
"Oh would you lookie here. These cows are soo cute Ray. I'd just
can not make up my mind which one to use. Are you butch today? Or
am I?" The fag went on.
<Fucking fags> George thought poring himself a taste of rye to
dull the throb of his dick. Them new poon shore do look fuckable.
<Hell he wern't prejudice. Black beaver, red, blond, it don;t
make no never mind. It be them lips and the wiggle of the...>
The heavier one took up a place at the end of the bar and said,
"This is your day Jonnie. I'm the fem.." then he turned to old
George and leaned over the bar and whimpered, "This is Jonnie's
birthday and I heard you'll have a .... resident... well shall
we say ...might interest him?? And I'd so wanted to.. to give
him something today he will never forget."
<Fucking Faggot.> George thought, had he decided to play dumb and
see what fun could be had. After all it was a slow day and well
they was queer and Max would be a while upstairs.
"I... I don't know what your driving at man. I'm only an employee
of this here bar." George began with a curious look on the
portion of his face visible above the shaggy beard. "Oh you mean
you want some of the mex pookie. I got a open bottle right here."
George pulled out the fiery brown illegal liquor.
"Best in the county. Max gets it straight from the..."
"No No I'se thinking of something of a more... shall we say..
human nature?" The fag said.
George looked from the bottle and feigned perplexity. Then a
smile dawned over his rugged features.
"Well there is old Rosa. She is an old gal and ugly but I done
heard that she take out her teeth and..." George said with a
straight face. He had to bite his cheeks to keep from busting out
laughing.
"No You do not understand... We don't hold with women." the fag
said experated.
"Now man I don't like to rain on anyones parade. I mean live and
let live be my motto, but well their be a big ass marshal
herebouts. He takes a very dim view of anyone he catches fucking with
one of the sheep here bouts. Course I know a fellow over by..." George
started with a serious stair on his face. Again he managed to
stifle the smile trying to bust forth.
"No no you really don't understand. You see he and me well we
like MEN." the man said exasperated. "You know..."
"Shucks man. I like my poon straight and ..... Oh you mean old
Bruce... our back." George said with a breaking smile over his
weathered face. "He couldn't stop it this time."Yea, yea, that
might could be arranged, course we got to sort of come to an
understanding."
"Well what kind of understanding?" the man asked.
"Well you see... Old Bruce.. he don't kind of go for it either
less you sort of get him in the mood." George explained.
"Get him in the mood?"
"Well he goes for cow boys with spurs and whips and shit like at
there." George went on. "you boys would have to dress up in
cowboy Shiites and really take charge of the old boy. You know
spurs and whips and..."
"Why partner...I think we finally come to a meeting of the
minds." The man said adjusting his suddenly tight pants.
Smiling George said, "Cash in advanced and it's extra if'n you
use your own whip. I got the spurs right here and I'll throw in
the hats to boot."
The price haggling went on for a while but the deal was basically
made before the other man arrived from the men room.
The gay men went out back and dressed in the 'cowboy' garb and
advanced upon a slumbering captive Bruce.
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While this was going on Max had made the long climb to the attic
room where he 'interviewed' new potential employees.
He unlocked and opened the door. There were the two college girls
on the floor clutching their legs to their tits and trying to
hide themselves. They piered up from the 'protected position at
the monster in the door way who had so debauched them a short
time before and when their eyes fell to his crotch level, a
familiar bobbing head stuck out.
It hungered for them again. It would not be denied. Deep down
they knew this......
More to come....................