Max's Cafe # 12
by Paladin
Viewed now only by the inanimate camera and tape machine, Philipie
aided by the Marshal, denuded the unfortunate college girls of
their former secrete bushes. Soon they looked like they had when
they were born. (All smooth and shinny!!)
The girls were not happy and sought to turn and buck but as the
Marshal, with a modified tit up pull hold, held them, Philipe
demonstrated why he was the best damn sheep sheerer in the
county. His dirty brown hands unerringly guided the electric
razor from lip to belly to other lip. No wasted motion in the
boy. All that time as a boy fucking his uncles sheep and
learning his craft now paid off. The girls privates could not
escape his professional touch.(Max new talent when he saw it.)
Running his lily white hand over a soft fold of cunt flesh the
Marshal said,
"Slicker than shit. Man I just come and I'm getting a hard on
again already. Old Max sure nowed how a poon should be showed
off. Hold this un while I tear off another piece. A man's got a
needs. You know."
"Well.... she sure is hard work and eye too wanna pork another
one. I hold for jew and jew hold one for me." Philipie demanded.
"Why you little greaser... Didn't you tell me that Max done give
you call on just one. And didn't you'll just ram that disgusting
little pud in .... um ... this un... or was it... Aw shit you
done had yourn. You greedy little shit.." Marshal Wade bellowed.
(Notice he too had a tough time thinking with all the blood
migrating away from his higher thought processes to his little
headed pud.)
"Senior Max is fine man, but what he don't know won't piss him
off." Philipie ran his hand over another smooth white labia,
"This not be like a bar of soap... You can't wear it out. I know
this I try and try, with Rosa and others. Still there and still
works. Besides jew not let me. I won't help jew." the brown man
said standing up to his full height before the lusting law man.
"Aw shit...." Marshal Wade said, "Hold the bitch and I do the
same, but don't you go blabbing bout this to any of your greaser
friends. Man could get a bad reputation hanging out here with a
degenerate like you."
The two men now forced the coffled gals again to bend through the
fence rails but this time face up. All them rested their asses on
the creaking second rail. They were presented with an
uncomfortable, but clear view the cloudless azure sky.
The Marshal stepped up to a pair of straining closed legs. The
girls had not believed that the Marshal would pork um before, let
alone allow the greaser to have access to their charms. Now they
were sure and this one tried to close her treasured hole from
this bastard.
"What the matter gringo? Little pussy whipping big gringo?"
Philipie goaded the efforts of the Marshal to access the desired
hole.
Wade parted the straining legs and stepped between. The denuded
labia, although bobbing and weaving with the owners attempt to
hide, beckoned the Marshals love muscle. (Man just wanted to find
a warm moist place to rest it. But that girl, just like all her
sisters, wanted to play hard to get. Or else maybe did she want
it in her ass??)
Why the poor man had to physically guide the rod, by hand, to the
moist dark moving hole. On his third try he found the hole.
"Ahhh!! Now you just buck all you like now gal... old Wade be a
knocking. Damn .... Damn bitch done gone all dead on me Philipie...
What you do when a greaser gal goes all stiff on you?" the
Marshal inquired.
"With a dick like mine this don't be the problem. It probably be
too small. She no feel it. Move over and I poke her awake for
jew." Philipie offered.
"Na I don't think I'll give up on this un just yet. Go get me some
of then Jalopienios you'll keep for putting anything like meat."
the Marshal demanded.
Knowing that he would not get his turn till the damn Marshal
came, Philipie hastened to his kitchen and came out with a glass
jar of the requested peppers.
Marshal Wade stuck his middle finger in the jar. Stirred it
around and then with a quick fluid motion whipped his hand under
the now stiff female ass. He sought out and skewered the girls
neither hole with the coated finger. He pushed in and pulled out
for a few strokes to insure the fiery spice was all over the
tender anal membranes. Then he straightened up and awaited the
coming flurry of activities.
The grunting and movement stopped again as the poon tried to play
possum. The girl did not know what to think. She thought as the
penetration or her secrete hole by the digit ended. Then the
searing, burning of her innards began.
She commenced to bucking and thrusting with all her might. The
Marshal just relaxed and let the pink labia's rise up and attempt
to twist his stiff woodie off. (Real inspiring that mex spice.)
"Now that is more like it gal. I knowed you had the inclination.
Just needed the Motivation. Philipie... bring back that there
jar. Gal seems to be slowing down here a might."
She commenced to violently shaking her head and renewed her
humping of the hated pud. she thought.
Fucking the bastard was bad but the fire in her ass hold was
worse. She wanted nothing else in the world but to get the damn
thing done... before that damn jar and it's fiery contents
returned to plague her innards again.
"Jew fuck up my spices." the mex stated and he too took a place
between a pair of long white legs. He imitated the Marshal. Soon
this gal too was bucking under the chemical stimulation.
The other girls resolved to fuck without the necessity of the
jars content, if given the chance. The spice must be burning
their friends new ass holes.
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All this was played out under the unblinking eye of Max's cameras
and recorded on the tape machine under the bar.
Old George, who had been forced to mind the bar, passed the time
wondering what a gal with a burning ass would do to his stirring
old pecker. He looked longingly at Sonia there under the card
table. She had her head in Eddies lap and the gurgling sounds
were evidence of her ministrations to drawing forth of his essence.
Old George lamented in his mind.
"Man that gal sure nuff do know how to clean out my old tubes."
Eddie stated as he stood and started to secure his jeans. No
matter that only moments before he had had a devil of a time
getting them down over the swelling muscle. Now it was all
knocked down and clean up.
"Well I think I'll mosey up stairs and catch the show of the red
poon and old Rob doing the dirty." Eddie proclaimed.
"You'll be moseying over here and paying for the services of that
whore afore you do any moseying up stairs. You know the rules,
pay as you cum." George demanded.
"Aw I just plumb forgot, George! You know how it is." He reached
under the table and affectionately petted the ample tit flesh of
Sonia. "Good sucker." he added.
Eddie reluctantly settled up with old George and then ambled on to
the spectacle of the red beavered poon and the old prospector.
Now their was no one else in the bar but George. Sonia did not
count. She was one of the facilities.
George again looked over at the video screen and marveled at the
way those gals were straining to give their all to the damn
Marshal and the greasy mex. George
thought.
He located the keys to the lock that kept Sonia fastened to the
table and strode over to there. He unlocked her and dragged her
out from her place under the table.
"Come on little poon. I got an itch for your slit. I know'd you
probably be hornyer than Dom's old goat and I aim's to scratch
that itch in there. No need to go all modest on me.. I done had
you afore. Now bend over that table and pick out a nice place on
the ceiling to admire." George ordered the near cationic woman as
she started to bring up her hands to cover her privates.
George forced her first to sit on the card table. Then he pushed
her down on her back as he stepped up, forced her legs to open
and leaned over to slobber over her small pink nipples.
Sonia was still trying to recover from all the cum entering her
gullet. She must have had ingested a gallon of the slimy milky
man juice. went
through her daised mind as she was lowered onto the table and
attempted to make her self comfortable.
Sonia decided. George had other
ideas.
He grabbed her knees and forced them back to her chest. Then he
unfolded the legs and leaned on her calves till her ankles came
to rest up around her ears.
George reached into his back pocket and, with some string he had
there, secured the ankles to her collar.
"Please no that hurts. My back is all..." Sonia tried to protest
but her entireties fell on deaf ears.
In face old George pulled back to admire his handy work and went
back over to the bar for some leather throngs.
When he returned he saw Sonia attempting to undo the knots he had
so recently placed on her ankles.
"Just like the ungrateful poon you is. I'll fix at." George
explained.
He grabbed her right hand and forced it down through the 'v' of
her legs. Then he did the same with her left hand. He flipped her
over and dragged her hands around behind her thus trapping her
legs at the knee with her own arms. He them flipped her over so
she was again on her back.
"Now then you is ever cow boys dream.. All poon and ready. Why I
plumb got a mind to call up three, four friends to have a go at
you..... Bet you'd love it."
From her position on the table Sonia could do nothing. All her
holes, mouth, cunt, and ass were open and accessible to the old
goat and anyone else who happened by. Even her tits were squeezed
in between her legs.
Truly she was, in this captive position, every cowboys dream.....
