Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2000 00:06:48 -0800
From: bawdypen@hotmail.com
Subject: The Old West 2 (W/S, scat, submission)

		      THE OLD WEST 2

   "Hey, Bill? You really think this Wild West Show is
gonna go over? I mean, hellfire, all these fancy folks from
the East?"
   "Annie, they're gonna eat it up! And you'll be a big
hit, Little Sure-Shot...I'm positive of that."
   "Bill Cody! You were sure about that little show we put
on in Sioux City, too. Nearly caused a riot with them dick
wankers in the audience wantin' ta kill all the injuns!
'Sides, I never get any pussy!"
   "Well, you're on your own about that, Miss Oakley. If
ya won't suck a dick, it's pretty hard easin' a gal inta
havin' ya join us!"
   "Yeh, suppose so. But dammit, Bill, you know I cain't
put one 'o them things in muh mouth! Shit, I sure wish
Calamity'd came with us."
   "Sweetie, you're gonna get real famous and popular with
our new show. Hell, you'll have all them Eastern ladies
liftin' up their petticoats fur ya. Say, you don't mind
munchin' on a sweet, clean twat, do ya? Ladies back here
tend ta powder 'n wash, you know?"
   "What do ya think I am, some slut off the prairie? Gee,
I had a clean lady...here and there. Don't match up, of
course, but..."
   "Now, if we can just keep Sitting Bull from sittin' his
butt down just anywheres and takin' a crap! Damned old fool
sure shits a lot!"
   "Them injuns got some pecu'lar habits, alright. Seem
some o' his braves outside the tent. They jus' pull their
gizzards out and pee on the spot! Woooie! Bill Hickok'll
sure like 'em. When's he joinin' up?"
   "Columbus, prob'ly, but Wild Bill likes 'em young and
white. Course he did have that little Mex kid ridin' with
him a while back. Cute little brown thing-couldn't seem ta
keep his hand's outta Bill's pants when he thought folks
wasn't looking. Always seemed ta be scratchin' on his ass.
Don't know if he had an itch up there, or Bill passed him
them damned bugs he's always got. Harder'n hell gettin' rid
o' them!"
   "Bill Cody! Never thought you did such things!"
   "Aw, shucks, Annie. You know how it is out on the
prairie. No gals around fur miles...guy gets kinda
lonesome."
   "Sure. Ever'body knows Wild Bill's got that 'kok' on
the tailend of his name fur good reason. So how come you
didn't just plug 'im in the mouth 'stead of givin' up your
butt?"
   "Just a rare thing, gal. He likes boys 'n I like
wimmen. We had us a good bottle of whiskey that night an'
started tellin' hot stories 'bout fuckin' and all. And how
he quit scoutin' for Custer cause that prissy blond
wouldn't leave him alone...always sniffin' at his butt even
though he knew Bill liked the young soldiers better.
Anyway, next you know, Bill's got his buckskins down and
wankin' on his thing right out in the open. Says I oughta
join him...so I do. Why not? Wuz jus' about burstin' in muh
pants anyway. Next thing, he puts his mouth on it!"
   "An' you didn't say no, right?"
   "Well, hell, me an' Bill been pals a long time. Saved
his hide that time back when they was lost...well, you know
the story. Thing was, I couldn't jus' say no...if he wanted
to."
   "Sure ain't the first time buddies on the trail got
together, right? So no need ta feel embarrassed, Bill."
   "Naw, I know that. But then the damned buzzard got real
frisky and turned me over. 'Fore I knew it, he wuz lickin'
muh butt! Damn, right on muh hole! Got me squirmin' and he
pulled my butt up and dug his face in there. Next thing I
know, he's hawking some spit on his dick an' aiming for muh
asshole! That was when I figgered out how come I'd seen so
many young fellers take off when they seen Bill Hickok
comin'! Damned buzzard cain't shoot worth spit. Knew it
hadda be somethin' what scared 'em."
   "Heh, heh! So what'd he want with an old fart like
you?"
   "Hey now, Missy. Strip off muh duds, and I ain't so
tired and worn out, you know? Leastways, Bill sure didn't
think so. Muh face was all beet red, and I'm tellin' him
NO...but then he's already got my butt plugged, and I can't
speak no more cause I'm tryin' to catch my breath! But that
horny old fucker soon had me wonderin' how come them pretty
boys went a runnin'. Maybe I got an old withered shithole
that can take his big pecker or somethin', but he sure knew
how ta use it! Never had more'n a finger up there before
that, but he was pushin' some spots I didn't know I had.
Then that bastard left me with them durned bugs!"
   "Well, patch muh britches! The great Buffalo Bill
gettin' his heinie popped and not even killin' the feller
fur it. I'da shot his dang balls off and fed 'em to the
hogs!"
   "Hell, you'd never let a man get close enough for that,
Annie!"
   "You got that right. Danged ornery cusses! Say, tell me
more about him and Custer."
   "Ain't much to tell, as I figure. Every time Hickok
turned around, that floosie in uniform was goosin' him! He
liked going over plans with Bill while in the bath...always
paradin' around all nekked-showin' himself off. But Bill
wouldn't have none of it. You oughta talk to Sitting Bull,
he knows. Folks think that was just another Indian war.
Truth was, they were all after George Armstrong cause of
all the braves he'd raped over the years...including Crazy
Horse when he was just a boy! Guess he sure got even. Hmmm,
wonder if Crazy Horse might wanna join up with us?
Leastways, he can probably still ride. Damned Sitting Bull
does just that...SITS! I think the fans'll love him, though."
   "Yeah, if they don't spit on 'im!"
-------------------
 Buster Wilkins and his ornery band were holed up at
an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of town. They were
going over plans to rob the Wichita National Bank. Buster,
as usual, was wearing only his robe and he was getting
blown by Tazio, his injun slave. He'd captured the Indian
boy a few years back and subjected him to the most obscene
debauch-eries and tortures before realizing the young buck
was enjoying it. Now, of course, he no longer had to tie
him down or worry about his running away. His big prick
made that impossible. Tazio wasn't about to go anywhere
Buster's prick wasn't.
   "Danged if he ain't the prettiest injun boy I ever
seen," one of them whispered.
   The other fellows didn't even pay much attention any
more. They continued to discuss their plans while the injun
was on his knees sucking away on Buster's throbbing cock.
They'd seen this spectacle on many occasions. Still, Buster
was sometimes able to astonish them with his brazen
behavior.
   "Hold that thought, boys," he stood up, whipping his
robe off, and grabbed Tazio by the back of the head. "UNGH!
UWGH! UNGH!" He blasted a load down the young Indian's
cocksucking throat. He'd no sooner caught his breath then
he turned around and straddled the chair. "Damn, feel a big
cow patty comin' on!" He squatted down and with big
blustering farts shit a messy, smelly pile of crap onto the
chair right in front of Tazio's face!
   "LICK MUH HOLE, INJUN!" He backed that scuzzy crack
into the buck's face and got it licked off. Climbing off,
he wrapped his robe around his middle and stood there going
over the plans again. "Eat that mess offa there, willya
Injun?"
   "Gol durn!" one fellow cried, standing up and leaning
over to watch as the injun began to lick and suck up the
man's pile of soft shit!
   "Hey, pay attention here!" Buster ordered. But the man
couldn't help but keep glancing until the slop had all been
licked from the chair.
   "Dang, I'd sure like to do that some time!" the guy
persisted.
   "Yeah? Okay, I'll let you lick it up next time," Buster
said flatly.
   "N-no, I didn't mean that!"
   "Ah. Well, tell ya what. Any time one of you fellas
want to take a shit and have the injun lick your butt
clean, go right ahead. He'll do it if I say so. Only thing
is...you gotta eat it up yourself!"
   He didn't get any takers. Tazio grinned, wiping his
mouth. He had no shame left. He'd do anything for the man's
cock! Anything at all!
   "Gawd, all licked up and I can still smell it!" Buster
cried. "Come 'ere, gimme that juicy injun prick!'' He took
Tazio's cock out from behind his loin cloth and put it in
his mouth. Right in front of his boys, he gave the injun a
feverish blowjob and gobbled up his jizz! "Damn fine scum!
Nuthin' like juice from an injun's balls!"
   "Hey, boss? Do he eat his own turds?"
   "Don't figger he has. Would if I told 'im to," he
grinned.
   "Well, why doncha, boss? Hellfire, you're always doin'
that stuff 'round us and we don't get any! Gives me a big
bone in muh pants!"
   "Me too, boss. We always gotta go jerk each other...I
mean, jerk off by ourselves all the time. Makes it hard to
concentrate on business."
   "Oh, alright. You got a turd, Tazio?"
   "No, no. Tazio no have turd!"
   "Unh, hunh. Get up here and bend over. I know from your
eyes when you're lyin'!" He made the Indian bend over and
thrust a finger up his asshole. "Yep, you got a big one up
there alright. I can feel it. Whip your dicks out, boys,
and clear the table. Get that thing off and climb up here,
Tazio. I'd like to see this myself. Up. That's it. Now drop
that little brown ass down and empty it out!"
   With a frown, Tazio squatted. He indeed needed to, and
his hairless wrinkled asshole quickly expanded widely and
the men watched a fairly long dark turd squish out of there
onto the table.
   "Wow, that's a big one!"
   "Damn! Fuckin' thing sure stinks, boss!"
   "Yeah?" Buster leaned over and sniffed it. "Sure 'nuff!
Big stinky injun turd, that is! Any you boys wanna take a
lick on it?" he asked. They looked at each other
disgustedly while jerking themselves.
   "No? Didn't think so. Fuckin' pussies!" Buster bent
down and dragged his tongue across it! "HOT INJUN SHIT!
Okay, boys, jerk off on it and I'll get him to get down and
lick off your cream before he eats it."
   Eagerly, the men rustled for position. Each one of them
pumped a big load of jizz right onto the smoldering turd.
The thick white cream covered the top and ran down the
sides.
   Tazio, not eager to do this filthy thing at first,
watched the hot cockjuice being sprayed over his turd. It
made his mouth water and the turd look more appetizing. So
it was his own, did it matter? He'd eaten so much of
Buster's shit that his couldn't be much worse, could it?
Besides, he'd certainly developed a taste for white man's
cum. And here was an avalanche of it!
   Buster was on the rail again, and he grabbed the
Indian's hips and shoved his cock up the kneeling butthole.
Tazio gasped, then squirmed around in pleasure. He bent
over and began to lick the warm sperm from his own
smelly turd.
   "Wow! Look at him go! Suckin' up that spritz!"
   "Yeah, eat that hot shit too, injun!"
   "That fuckin' stink's keeping my prick hard!"
   Buster was pounding away up the buck's asshole, coating
his prick with warm shit while he fucked. Tazio thrust his
ass back and opened his mouth to take the turd in. His cock
was hard again and he didn't care that these desperados
were watching him. He sucked the rest of the white cream
from it, then began to chew his whole turd down and gladly
swallow it! He loved that white prick up his ass, and ate
his own reeking, corroded turd to prove it!
   "Fuckin shit-eating injun!" one guy cried out. "Foul
bastard!"
   Buster was blasting another load up the ass. He called
the guy over and grabbed him behind the neck.
   "You just insulted my slave, Hank. I don't cotton to
that. Getchur face down here!" He pulled his prick from the
shitty asshole and made the man suck on it! "Clean it off!
Clean it off! Suck off that injun shit, you fuck!" His grip
was tight and the man had no choice. He cleaned the prick
and got a good taste of shit and assjuice!
   "Damn, boss! Weren't no call for that!" Hank wiped his
mouth.
   "Prob'ly not. But it were sure fun!" he laughed evily.
Then he put his mouth to Tazio's ass and sucked on it hard
and loud. "Bout as much fun as suckin' injun butt after I
fuck it! You boys don't know what you're missing out on.
Sweet little brown hole with nary a hair on it!"
   They'd never seen Buster do this before. Once in a
great while he'd lick the injun's pecker and suck the juice
out of it, but this was sure sumthin' different! He was
suckin' away on his shitty asshole and pulling out his own
jizz and sayin' how good it all was!
   The Lone Ranger and Tonto were looking in the window.
   "That one white man who knows good stuff!" Tonto
whispered.
   "Yes, Tonto. Even a man as evil and uncultured as
Buster Wilkins seems to be able to acknowledge the
incomparable pleasure that can be found in life by
indulging in the special aromatic and saporific delights
obtainable from the American Indian's intimate crevices."
   "What that mean, Kimmo Sabe?"
   "You injuns got great-tasting buttholes, Tonto."
   "Oh."
   "Ya smell good, too!"
   "What we do now, Kimmo Sabe?"
   "Well, I got a boner. They're not finished with their
plans, yet, so what say we go back in the bushes and you
sit on my face?"
   "Unh! You pull finger out first and we go. Best take
mask off. Too scratchy on Tonto's bottom."
--------------------

   "Now, be careful and squat over me with your boots
close, then bring your bottom right down to me, I'll really
suck your hole!"
   "Great, man, but why'd you want me to step in that
horsehit first?"
   "The smell brings back old memories. I started out
having to service a whole bunkhouse of horny cowboys, and
they didn't stop to take their smelly boots off."
---------------------
   The stagecoach had just pulled out from Fort Henderson,
Iowa. Private Hawkins went to the small storeroom next to
the gate for a box of ammo. Opening the creaking door, the
sun shone on Corporal Fitz. He was on his knees behind the
bent-over Cheyenne scout, just lifting his loin cloth in
back.
   "Gosh, Fitz, what in tarnation are ya doin'?"
   "Come on in 'n shut the durned door, Hawk. Just about
to get me a taste o' injun butt!"
   "What fur?"
   "Fur the hell of it. Take a look. Ain't that a fine,
smooth bottom?"
   "Sure is. What're you gonna do, lick it?" He reached
down and ran his hand over the brown buttock. The scout
looked back at him.
   "Damn betcha! Nary a hair round his crack, either.
Don't that beat all?" He stuck his tongue out and began to
lick the Indian's cheeks.
   "I knowed you like suckin' and fuckin' but lickin' an
injun's butt is some all-fired nasty business. Whatever
give ya this cravin'?"
   "Don't rightly know. Just been seein' this buck around
with his little ass prac'ly hangin' out so bare an all.
Thought it looked kinda delicious, so I figgered I'd find
out." He licked some more.
   "Damn. You gonna lick 'im right on his butthole?" He
leaned down for a good look. "Don't it smell?"
   "Sure does. Kinda ripe and perfumy!"
   "Hunh? Perfumy?!" Hawkins asked.
   "Yah, injun shit, I guess."
   "Injun shit smell different?"
   Fitz pulled back. "Putchur nose on it, an' see what I
mean."
   "Mmmm. Damned fragrant alright. Let's see ya lick it."
   "Ain't fur me to waste no more time. Hate ta lick the
smell away, though." He lapped up and down the Indian's
crack, making the scout flinch and softly moan.
   "White man strange," he said. "Berdash not even do that
to brave."
   "Yeah, well, your little faggy berdashes don't know
what's good! That's all I gotta say." He thumbed the hole
apart and tongued the brown anus...soon starting to dig his
way inside.
   "Ya gonna pork 'im, Fitz?"
   "Dunno if he'll let me. Whadda you say 'bout that,
Running Dog?"
   "Use Running Dog like squaw? Not honorable."
   "Aw, hell, we ain't gonna tell on ya."
   "Private Fitz make bottom feel good!"
   "Yeah, you must be," Hawkins remarked, reaching down
between the Indian's legs. "He's gettin' a bone-on! Never
seen an injun hard afore. Got him a big one, too. Nice and
silky."
   "Mmmm. Gimme a suck on that," Fitz grabbed it. "You
wanna taste o' this butthole, Hawk?"
   "Don't mind if I do." He leaned down to lick the
Indian's asshole and the back of his balls while Fitz took
the prick into his mouth and sucked on it, working the
foreskin back so he could get at the knob.
   "Aiiee!" the scout gasped. "Ah, white eyes good at
giving Running Dog pleasure!"
   The two soldiers worked him over back there, causing
him to push his bottom back. Hawkins dug his tongue in deep
while Fitz blew the red man's rigid cock.
   "Use...use Running Dog like woman! Please not tell."
   "It'll be our little secret, injun," Fitz promised,
dropping his trousers. "Here, wet me down, Hawk. While I
shovel more spit up his can. Damn, gonna get me some injun ass!"
   The corporal took the private's dick in his mouth and
sucked it, getting it all moist and ready, while Fitz
crammed his face back into the Indian's ass and sucked on
his virgin bunghole. He pushed spit up into his cavern,
loosening it up. Then he was ready.
   "Wanna getcha some injun juice, Hawk? Shore would go
easier if'n you wuz to suck on him while I plug 'im."
   "Jus' lemme get under here. I ain't one to miss out on
a good load."
   Together, they sucked and fucked Running Dog.
Thoroughly enjoying the new sensations, the scout's asshole
opened up completely after the initial, painful insertion.
He never cried out. That would have been unlike a warrior,
even though his tribe already considered him a pussy for
being the white man's scout. Everything had felt wonderful
up to that point and he was disappointed at the sudden
pain. But he was determined to endure it. But the
cocksucking and the friction up his ass soon abated any
pain. His eyes shot open in surprise when that happened.
Fitz felt his new awareness and began to stroke faster and
deeper. So as not to dislodge the Indian's prick from
Hawkins' mouth, he grabbed the brown hips and did all the
movement.
   Running Dog's cock began to flow mouthfuls of sperm
into the sucking mouth. Hearing Hawk gag, Fitz knew he had
only seconds before the pain returned. He gushed a load up
the scout's ass then slowly withdrew.
   Instantly, Running Dog turned and went to his knees,
taking the soldier's cock into his mouth and sucking it
clean!
   "Don't that beat all!" Hawkins laughed.
   "Sure does! How come you done that, Running Dog?"
   "Squaw do for brave. Running Dog used like squaw,
Running Dog must do also. Running Dog not like."
   "Hell, injun! Jus' pluggin' your ass was good enough.
You didn't hafta do that."
   "Now White Man tell me!"
   "Hey, can I get a piece of that?" Hawkins fished his
prick out.
   "Best give the kid a break, doncha think? He's kinda
new at it."
   Running Dog reached out and stroked Hawkins' big cock.
"Me ready. Want more." He bent over, offering his butthole.
   "HOT DAMN!" Hawkins cried, absentmindedly getting down
and licking the Indian's dripping anus. "Yuk! Forgot he
jus' got porked."
   "So what? Ya drink muh cream all the time."
   "Yeah, but...ah, hell, don't taste so bad at that!" He
sucked on the Indian's asshole, slurping out some cum. Then
he stood and eased his cock up the hole.
   "Gol durn, injun's got another bone-on already!" Fitz
played with it. "Guess I'll see if he's got more juice.
Hope injun juice tastes as good as injun ass!" He started
to blow Running Dog.
   The scout seemed to enjoy it even more this time, and
jizzed out another load into Fitz' cocksucking mouth.
   "Running Dog want more!" he cried afterward.
   "Tomorrow. We're all fucked out."
   "Running Dog want more!"
   "Okay, but I gotta warn ya. We go out and getcha more,
you're little secret's gonna be out. Ever'body's gonna
know." Fitz warned him.
   "Running Dog no care. Running Dog want more!"
   Nearly half the regiment fucked the Indian that first
day. And each time he blew another load into a soldier's
mouth! He was insatiable, and by the end of the week he'd
had the whole regiment...even the Colonel! They had to get
a new scout because Running Dog refused to do a thing
except get fucked and sucked. They set him up in comfort-
able quarters of his own, and the door was always open for
a horny soldier. He never got over the habit of cleaning a
soldier's cock afterward.
   A couple of months later the Colonel asked for a few
volunteers to round up a band of renegade Sioux terrorizing
the settlements. Hawkins jabbed Fitz in the ribs when he
declined to volunteer.
   "Come on, Fitz. Why don't we go? You turnin' chicken-
feathers?"
   "Nope. Just thinking about you, partner."
   "Me?"
   "Yep. If'n I wuz to get shot in the ass you'd get blood
all over your face!" he laughed.
   "Tarnation, Fitz! Hush up. Don't hafta go tellin'
everyone I got a hankerin' for sucking butt, now."
-------------------
   "Please, mister, you just gotta take me 'cross the
desert with you. I'll get lost on my own." Charlie was 14
and desperate.
   "Kid, we're runnin' from the law. Takin' a route where
nobody's gonna follow. Rough goin'. Pack all the water we
can and still the horses are gonna die 'fore we get there.
Rest of the way's on foot."
   "I'm strong."
   "Strong ain't what's important, boy. There's only one
way to survive the last twenty miles. Me and Jed know that
from last time. Sweet one like you ain't up to such
business, believe me."
   "I can do it...whatever it is! I got a horse."
   "Kid," he rested his hand on the boy's shoulder, "only
way it can be done is by drinkin' each other's piss!"
   "Hunh? PISS!"
   "Yep. Salty and tends to make ya more thirsty, but it
wets your whistle those last few miles. You ready to have a
man's cock pissin' in your mouth? My cock? His cock? We
jus' keep recirculating it. By the time we get there, we
won't even have much of that!"
   "Darn. That's mighty awful. Say, why doncha just do it
in a cup and drink your own?"
   "Could be done. But if ya wanna come with us you gotta
do it our way. More fun that way, sugarbuns!"
   "Oh, I get it," he smirked. "Well, I gotta get there...
no two ways about it. Guess I'll hafta go along with that."
   "Okay, short stuff. But we don't intend to get saddled
with a kid what's got high hopes and no guts. Fore we pack
up, best we go outside and see ya practice up."
   "Damn, Clint," Jed chuckled, "bet the kid's got some
sweet piss!"
   "Yeah. Mebbe we'll drink it all the way and save on
water." He pulled his prick out. Gulping nervously, the boy
knelt down.
   They made it across the desert alright-with one hitch.
Bright minded, the lad suggested they could get more fluids
by also drinking each other's spend! The boy gladly showed
the men how to drain a guy's balls with their mouths! They
stopped frequently.


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