Paying For Some Vittles Anal

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“Hiya Cowboy,” Elisabeth ‘Lizzie’ Dodson called out as Joshua Helmond entered the busy cantina.

“Howdy, ma’am,” Josh said with an exaggerated drawl as he looked around at the crowded dining room. “Um, was a mite hungry, hoping for some vittles?”

Lizzie looked around at the crowded dining room. She brushed a long hank of carrot orange hair back and glanced at the long bar against the east wall.

“Grab a seat at the counter there, pardner,” Lizzie smiled, fighting her amusement.

Despite his swagger and his drawl, the newcomer’s boots were brand new, his canvas trousers were dark indigo and were obviously still quite stiff, his Stetson was brand new, and his hands and handsome face were pale. This was no seasoned cow hand; this was a city boy, barely a man. She was not sure where he was from, but his manner of speech indicated he was from some eastern locale. As he swaggered to the stool, she carried some dirty plates to the kitchen.

Leaning across the bar, Lizzie afforded Josh an excellent view of her unfettered breasts in her loose bodice. Josh could see that the two heavy orbs were as freckled as her pretty face. She gave him a cheeky grin, knowing full and well why he suddenly wore a heavy blush.

“So what’ll ya have?” Lizzie asked, again brushing back the uncooperative hank of long hair.

“Tell him only thing we got left is some fish filets,” Arthur Dodson called out from the kitchen.

“Only thing we got…” Lizzie said.

“That’ll be fine,” Josh agreed.

“And what’dya want drink?” Lizzie asked.

“Huh?” Josh asked.

“Drink. Drink, what’dya want drink?” Lizzie asked.

“Sarsaparilla?” Josh asked and Lizzie poured him a glass of the dark liquid.

A few moments later, a heaping plate with four good sized battered and golden brown fish filets, some rice and kidney beans and some corn kernels was placed in front of Josh. A linen napkin and a fork and spoon was placed in front of his plate, and Lizzie disappeared into the kitchen again with another stack of dirty plates.

The food was delicious and very filling. After such a long travel on the train heading west, Josh was enjoying his first true meal in several days.

While he ate, Lizzie kept in constant motion. Her bodice was loose, giving tantalizing glimpses of her charms. Her skirt was snug across her wellrounded haunches and Josh found himself staring at the red headed server whenever she scampered past his line of sight.

When he’d finished his meal and drank the last dregs of his sarsaparilla, Lizzie stepped up, again affording him a glimpse of her bountiful breasts. She told him the amount he owed and he smiled and reached into his pocket.

Lizzie saw by his eyes that the newcomer did not have the money to pay for his food and drink. She watched as he patted his other pockets, frantically hoping to find a few coins. He even patted the pocket of his new flannel blouse.

“I, ma’am, I…” Josh stammered, large blue eyes looking panicked.

Suddenly, a large, wellmuscled man was at the bar, large metal spoon looking for all the world like a heavy club in the man’s beefy hand. His handsome face bore a mean scowl.

“So, trying stiff us?” Arthur Dodson growled.

“I no, no sir, I,” Josh stammered, then slapped his forehead, knocking his brand new hat from his head.

“The bath and shave,” he said, hurriedly grabbing his brand new hat from the welltrod floor. “I, the barber, I hadn’t had a bath in days and…”

“Come, boy,” Arthur growled, grabbing Josh by his shirt collar.

Josh was dragged into the stifling hot kitchen. Arthur pointed to the stack of dishes. Josh rolled up his sleeves and began scrubbing the plates. Pumping some water into the trough, he rinsed the plates and stacked them on the counter.

“Last of the fish, Lizzie,” Arthur called out.

“All right,” Lizzie called back.

Lizzie grabbed the last platter of fish and brought it to the dining room. Then she returned with more dirty dishes, stacking them to Josh’s left. Josh kept busy; Arthur Dodson was a large, frightening man. That spoon had looked lethal enough, but there were also several razor sharp knives near Arthur’s hands.

“Now, to make sure you don’t try pull that little stunt again, Arthur growled as Josh completed the last dish.

“I won’t, sir,” Josh promised, pale flesh turning even more pale. “I truly believed I’d had…”

“When I was locked up in the stockades of Fort Dusetter, We tuck care of them that didn’t want pay up what was owed,” Arthur snarled.

“Oh! Are, will you…” Lizzie inquired, breathless with anticipation.

“Indeed,” Arthur agreed, jerking Josh to a small room to the side of the broiling hot kitchen.

“Oh! I, I must! Arthur, I shall join you,” Lizzie declared, dropping her gown to the floor of the small room.

Josh stared in wideeyed wonder at the first fully nude female form he’d ever seen. Her breasts were two large freckled orbs, capped by rust red areolae roughly the size of a dollar coin. Her excitement was noticeable; the areolae were crinkled tight and her fat nipples protruded, hard and proud. Her pale white belly was sprinkled liberally with orange freckles, leading from wellfed belly to full hips. Nestled between her full hips was a prominent mound capped by only a few sprigs of carrot orange hairs. The mound was bisected from top to bottom by a deep groove. Her freckled thighs were heavy leading into wellformed calves. Her small feet were encased in wellworn, scuffed leather slippers.

With a happy giggle and squeal, Lizzie flung her nude form onto a small cot that sat in one corner of what was obviously a storeroom for the cantina. Josh watched Lizzie’s heavy breasts jostle and jiggle as she settled herself on the sturdy cot. When she put her feet upon the floor on either side of the cot, the crease between her plump thighs opened and Josh could make out a thin strip of pale pink peeking through the crease.

“Now then, boy,” Arthur growled to the eighteen year old pale shadow of a cowboy.

“Yes sir, ACK!” Josh said then cried out when he saw that the large, very muscular man was nude as well.

Arthur’s hairless chest and arms rippled with muscles. His tanned flesh also bore some scars; Arthur Dodson was clearly a man that worked hard at whatever job he undertook. His belly was flat, leading into a tapered waist and narrow hips. Josh gawked at the thick rod of flesh that stood straight out from Arthur’s belly, the two heavy orbs that dangled between Arthur’s slightly splayed legs. Arthur’s legs were massive tree trunks; Josh knew he would not escape if he dared make a dash for the door just behind the large cook.

As Josh stood staring, Arthur slowly rubbed the length of his fat manhood with lard. Josh just watched in curious fascination as the man’s long, thick cock became shiny with the coating of animal fat.

“Now, what you going do,” Arthur demanded, reaching out his free hand and savagely jerking josh’s trousers down to bunch up at Josh’s boot tops.

“ACK!” Josh cried out, attempting to reach down and hoist his trousers up his pale, spindly legs.

A slap to his face stopped this attempt. Josh nearly toppled over from the force of the blow. He was sure a bruise was forming on his cheek.

“”Lizzie brung you them vittles, poured you a sarsaparilla, made sure you was tuck care of,” Arthur said.

“Yes sir, she sure did,” Josh agreed, face flaming brightly as his flannel blouse was all that protected his modesty.

“So, you going serve her; you going use that hungry mouth on her coo,” Arthur instructed.

“Her…coo?” Josh asked, realizing that his own manhood was as hard as Arthur’s manhood.

“Her cunny,” Arthur stated. “Little slit between them pretty legs she got.”

“Oh. OH!” Josh said, then gasped when he realized what Arthur was referring to.

“Yes, come, come serve my coo,” Lizzie demanded happily.

Josh did think briefly of attempting a dash for the door, then realized his munched up trousers would hamper his escape. Turning, his manhood gave a sharp jerk, looking at Lizzie’s bountiful breasts, her soft belly, and her lovely cunny, with inner lips flowering open in anticipation of his tongue.

He made to lie on his belly between Lizzie’s parted thighs, but Arthur gripped Josh’s hips in his powerful hands and positioned Josh on shoulders and knees, his face perched just above Lizzie’s quite fragrant cunny. The aroma was somewhat pungent. It was not unpleasant, just peculiar to a young man that had never smelled a woman’s scent before. He reached out with and uncertain tongue.

“Ooh,” Lizzie let out a small tremor.

“ERK! I, Mr. Dodson, what are…” Josh thought to protest when he felt his shirt being lifted from behind and folded over onto his back.

Lizzie reached out her hand and pressed Josh’s face into her cunny once more. Josh returned to tasting the woman, though his discomfort was great. In his kneeling position, this maneuver did expose his backside to Arthur. Josh could also feel a small draft upon his hanging testicles and rampant manhood. Again, his manhood gave a twitch and jerk.

Josh reached out with one hand and slowly insinuated a finger into Lizzie’s cunny. A grunt of approval spurred Josh on; he redoubled his flickering tongue on her wet and worked a second finger into her welcoming depths.

“Just be glad for the use of lard,” Arthur growled. “In the stockade? We had nothing but our spit.”

“ACK! I, OH, oh no you shall not!” Josh attempted to protest as he suddenly felt Arthur’s greased fingers at his bunghole.

Arthur was not gentle as he thrust two fingers into Josh’s bunghole. With his other hand, Arthur pushed Josh’s face against Lizzie’s wet cunny. Lizzie assisted Arthur, placing her hand on the back of Josh’s head to hold him in place.

“ACK! I, oh please, please do not!” Josh cried out as Arthur now thrust three fingers in and out of Josh’s bunghole.

Josh cried out as a stabbing, searing pain exploded from his bunghole outward. Sheets of blinding pain obscured his vision as the searing pain increased.

“Augh, I, oh, oh yes!” Arthur crowed as the head of his uncircumcised cock gained entry into Josh’s squirming, resisting hole.

“I, oh, oh dear God,” Josh sobbed out as the standing man pushed his very thick, very long cock into his struggling rectum.

The pain increased as Arthur’s thick member stretched Josh’s virgin anus wide. Josh ceased his oral ministrations to Lizzie’s cunny; his entire focus was on his struggling, protesting rectum.

“Fighting it just makes it hurt more,” Lizzie suggested.

“Yeah, but fighting it makes it good for me,” Arthur laughed a harsh laugh. “Keep fighting it, boy.”

“AUGH! Oh, oh dear God,” Josh sobbed out as he was sure his bunghole was being torn asunder.

“Here, here, see my bud? Here, lick the bud, lick the bud,” Lizzie implored, pointing to her clitoris.

“I, wait, oh do wait, wait a moment please,” Josh cried out as Arthur was now balls deep in Josh’s hole.

“My bud,” Lizzie again implored.

Arthur did pause for a moment. Josh could feel every inch of Arthur’s manhood deep in his guts. The roaring in his ears drowned out Lizzie’s instructions.

With a shudder, Josh felt his cock erupt, spraying a goodly amount of his semen into his billowing flannel blouse. And, as Arthur began to withdraw his manhood from Josh’s bowels, Josh felt a curious warmth beginning to crowd out the ripping, searing pain in his bunghole.

“Josh then returned his attention to Lizzie’s fragrant cunny. Locating the bud she spoke of, Josh teased the sensitive flesh with soft, then firm licks of his tongue. He thrust two, then three fingers into her slippery depths.

“Oh, oh dear God,” Josh cried out as Arthur pushed his full length into Josh’s bowels again.

“I, oh, I, yes, yes, my bud! My bud!” Lizzie cried out in climax.

Josh felt his face become very wet as Lizzie’s cunny sprayed her pleasure onto his cheeks, chin and tongue. He delved his tongue into her folds and lapped at her nectar.

“Oh, oh he do have a pretty hole,” Arthur praised as he began to pick up speed in his thrusting.

“Augh, I, oh, oh, what, what is happening?” Josh sobbed out as another thick spray of semen shot from his cock, splattering into the front of his flannel blouse.

Josh tongued Lizzie to another climax, then sobbed as he felt another spurt of his semen flood his shirt when Arthur’s own climax pumped into his raw guts. Arthur took several long gasping moments before finally pulling his slowly shrinking manhood from Josh’s very tender bunghole. A moment later, Josh wiggled backward off of the edge of the cot, then tucked his blouse into his trousers. His semen caused the shirt to adhere to his chest and Josh blushed. Then, with a very stilted gait, made all the more uncomfortable by his very new and still very stiff boots, Josh made to leave the small storeroom.

“Hey, cowboy,” Lizzie called out as she slowly sat up.

“Yeah? I mean, yes ma’am?” Josh grunted as he stood in the doorway.

“So, uh, no money? Where you fixing go?” Lizzie asked, languidly rubbing her cunny.

“I, uh, well, ma’am, I rightly don’t know,” Josh admitted.

“God a room right above us,” Arthur said, wiping his soiled manhood clean with a scrap of linen.

“Comes with a nice soft bed,” Lizzie smiled, standing and slipping her gown on once more.

Arthur said nothing as he pulled his stained union suit on. He slipped into his wellworn trousers and ambled from the room.

“Here, cowboy,” Lizzie quietly said, thrusting a five dollar coin into Josh’s trouser pocket. “Miss Tilly’s got some Iron Barrel whiskey. Go wet your whistle and think about it.”

“Want to take us up on that bed? Come around to the back and up them stairs,” Arthur said, slipping another five dollar coin into Josh’s pocket.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” Lizzie promised, giving Josh a passionate kiss on his silent lips.

“Me too,” Arthur said, meaty hand reaching and cupping his thick cock through trousers and union suit.

Lizzie let Josh out through the front door. He heard the lock engage again when he stepped onto the wooden walkway. No one stopped and stared hard at the degenerate as Josh took halting, skittering steps toward Miss Tilly’s Saloon. No one stopped and stared at the filthy sodomite as the attractive young man entered the dark, noisy saloon.

As he stood, waiting on the barkeep to step toward him, Josh’s bunghole throbbed with an insistent measure. He winced as a small tremor rippled through his slight frame.

The coarse whiskey burned Josh’s throat and caused him to cough. No one looked over at him as he shuddered as the harsh liquid trickled into his gullet. No one looked over as Josh felt the whiskey hit rock bottom, then slowly radiate outward from his belly to all of his extremities. Josh picked up the squat glass again and tossed back that second gulp of the fiery liquor. After settling up with the barkeep, Josh sauntered out to the dusty trail outside of the doors.

There was the Great Oak Hotel straight ahead. A room and a bath was three dollars. Thanks to his generous friends, he now had nine dollars and four bits in his pocket. There was also a mercantile; the same merchant that had sold him the boots, hat and trousers. Josh felt the dried semen on his chest, staining his new flannel shirt. His old shirt and trousers were at the laundry; Josh now wondered how he would have paid for the cleaning had his friends not given him some coins.

Striding across the trail, Josh stepped up onto the wooden walkway in front of the hotel. Then he veered left and walked away.

It took a few moments to talk himself into walking around to the rear of the building. It took another three or four minutes to talk himself into walking up the steps to the rear door of the building. Once at the landing in front of the solid door, Josh teetered between knocking and retreating and returning to the Great Oak Hotel. His anus still throbbed painfully as he stood there.

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” Josh muttered, giving a sharp rap of his knuckles on the door.

“What does that mean anyway, in for a penny, in for a pound?” Josh asked himself as he waited.

“I knew you’d be by,” Lizzie smiled happily as she opened the door.

Again, Josh stared at the red headed beauty’s nude form. When he entered the dark interior, he tried to speak, but words were caught in his throat.

“Arthur, he’s back,” Lizzie called out, proceeding Josh into the room.

“Good, good, was hoping he’d come by,” Josh heard Arthur’s rich voice.

Josh followed Lizzie’s wellformed haunches into a second room. A kerosene lamp provided some light in the windowless room. Josh could see a nude Arthur reclining on a large bed. Lizzie stepped from behind a folding screen; Josh assumed that this was where their chamber pot was secreted. She smiled happily at Josh as she lay down on the bed next to Arthur. Then, to Josh’s utter amazement, Lizzie bent her head and took Arthur’s shiny manhood into her mouth.

“Hey, hey, Lizzie, why you don’t show pretty boy here how to do that,” Arthur ordered and Lizzie released Arthur’s cock with a loud ‘pop.’

“Go on, cowboy, get out them duds,” Lizzie said, kneeling on the bed and helping Josh unbutton his shirt.

When Josh was nude, manhood sticking nearly straight up in his excitement, Lizzie bent her head and swallowed Josh’s manhood down to the tuft of dark brown hairs. Josh gulped, pretty blue eyes wide at the delicious sensations travelling from his cock throughout his body.

He could feel Lizzie’s tongue sliding back and forth along the length of his manhood. He could feel her lips holding the base of his member snugly and could feel the light suction Lizzie was applying to him.

“Erk!” Josh cried out and began pumping a torrent of sperm into Lizzie’s gulping mouth.

“Now, come here,” Arthur ordered, grabbing Josh’s head.

“I, what? Wait, what, what you doing?” Josh cried out, his last words cut short as Arthur pushed his fat cock into Josh’s mouth.

“Come on; just like she learnt you,” Arthur crooned, pushing his cock into Josh’s mouth. “Yeah, that’s it, use that tongue, boy. Mm.”

“He good?” Lizzie asked, laying down next to Arthur, her hand busily playing with her furred cleft.

“Mm hmm; can tell he likes it,” Arthur agreed as he gently guided Josh’s mouth up and down, up and down. “Boy, use them hands, huh? Like you milking me there.”

Josh reached out and wrapped his hand around the fat shaft of Arthur’s cock. He pumped the length that would not fit into his mouth. His tongue waggled all around the knob of Arthur’s cock, even digging under the foreskin.

“I, oh, oh, oh yeah, I, here, here boy, I’m ’bout to shoot off here,” Arthur groaned, large hand holding Josh’s head in place.

Josh felt like screaming as Arthur’s semen began flooding into his mouth. He instinctually swallowed the thick, vile substance and continued to milk Arthur’s cock for more semen.

“Damn, boy, that, that was good. You, you ever done that before?” Arthur asked, finally releasing his hold on Josh’s head.

Josh shook his head in the negative as he swallowed, trying to rid his mouth of the vile tasting remnants of Arthur’s pleasure. He even looked around, hoping for some whiskey or even just some water to cleanse his mouth of Arthur’s semen.

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