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Comanche Lust Ch. 01

By: eric shawn listo



Harley looked down at the homestead. For all the unexpectedness of coming across a farm or building of any kind in this region, it didn’t look out of place.

A simple one story structure, probably housing two rooms. A ragged fence, a small shed, a few cattle and some chickens. The only odd feature was a grave, marked with a wooden cross, on a slight rise to the left of the house. Not odd that there was a grave--the strangeness was because it took such focus. It was completely circled by a white picked fence, in perfect repair.

The house seemed temporarily deserted, so Harley made his way to the grave first. Always find the owner’s name as soon as possible. As his horse slowly clomped down the embankment, he thought he noticed a flash of blue cloth in a window of the cabin. He ignored it. You never knew how people felt about riders just coming into their doorway. And out here you had to be careful on both sides of the door.

He dismounted in front of the grave and stretched his long lean frame. He had been in the saddle all day. Without going to the fence, peered at the cross. It bore the name Lester Dodd. There were fresh flowers and the grass was watered and thick.

“Got a mind to steal that grave, mister?”

The voice was female. Harley slowly turned, keeping his hand far from his gun.

Standing behind a huge double-barreled shot gun was a woman, in her forties, dressed in a blue belted smock. She was heavy of bosom and behind and the belted waist showed promise of a once voluptuous figure. Her face, with its firm hard jaw and piercing green eyes, had once been pretty as well. The most distinctive feature was a stripe of snow white hair passing over her forehead, nestled in a blanket of otherwise gradually graying black hair.

“No, ma’am. Just looking,” Harley replied, smiling gently.

“Well, it ain’t for sale. Unless you take the cabin, too,” the woman said, with no trace of a smile.

Harley had the feeling she would not sell the farm or the grave at any price. Some lost look in her brown eyes showed that.

“Look, ma’am, my name’s Reese Harley. I been riding for about a week now and I guess I was a might surprised to see a homestead in these parts. If you might consider dropping the shotgun down a bit and don’t mind a bit of company, I sure would like to water my horse and myself.” Harley said, pretty much in one breath, continuing to keep his hands away from his .45.

The woman stared at him for a moment, then in one motion, lowered the shot gun and reared back her head in a laugh. It was a good laugh, rich and hardy.

“I suppose you wouldn’t mind a bit to eat and a night’s sleep in from under the stars either. C’mon, Mister Harley, let’s go git your horse tended to and I’ll fix some supper.” She turned to walk away then after a beat turned back. “My name is Fran Dodd, by the way, and in that grave, is my husband, Lester. Pleased to meet you.”

She walked away as Harley gathered up his horse’s reins. He walked to the cabin a yard or so behind her and since she did not speak neither did he. He only noticed that she walked with her head down in a slightly coquettish fashion. And that her whole body moved sensuously as she walked.

The meal was good--well prepared and plenty of it. Harley had enjoyed watching this woman move about her kitchen as she prepared it and had complimented her nicely on her cooking.

The conversation had been pleasant, though the woman was given to silences. Now, as they sat over coffee, Harley was compelled to ask a question that had been on his mind. “Mrs. Dodd, I don’t mean to pry and tell me if I should just mind my own business, but why are you here? I mean this country’s no place for a woman to live alone or a man for that matter.”

Mrs. Dodd was silent for a moment. Then, “It’s quite simple really--maybe too simple. My husband was a wanderer, Mister Harley. A big, beautiful wanderer. His dream was to have a place of his own far from away from people and places and machines. We moved from city to city, plain to plain and he never found what he wanted until we arrived here. Two years ago he died of a heart attack and I buried him here. We were actually just passing through but I saw no reason to leave. I think Lester finally found what he wanted. He’s out there, totally by himself with no one to bother him.”

She looked out the window into the growing darkness. Harley sensed her eyes were wet with tears. There was nothing for him to say.

Eventually, she rose and said, “But if you’ve been riding as long as you say you must be wanting to go to bed. The best I can offer, I’m afraid, will be your own sleeping bag on a mat by the fireplace. I hope it will do.”

“That’ll be fine ma’am.”

“Please. Call me Mrs. Dodd again. I haven’t heard it in so long.” She looked at him smiling.

Harley smiled back. “Sure, Mrs. Dodd. Thank you.”

The bedding next to the fire was fine but Harley was sleeping restlessly, his back warmed by the fire. He occasionally opened his eyes to look at the fire’s glow in the rest of the cabin.

He finally dropped off soundly when he woke to a touch on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Mrs. Dodd, looking down at him, fully clothed.

“Mrs. Dodd, what’s the matter? Is every thing all right?” He said, sitting up. He had his trousers on but had taken off his shirt. The fire glowed on his tan and scared torso.

The woman looked at him and gave a little gasp, before saying, “Yes, yes. Everything is fine, Mister Harley. I’m sorry to bother you. I--I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.” She wrapped her arms around her generous breasts and held herself.

Harley spoke. “It’s all right, Mrs. Dodd. I think I understand.” He reached out slowly and touched her arm. She let him take her hand.

“It’s just been so long, you know. I loved my husband but he’s gone and I’m here and have needs. Please don’t think I’m--” Harley put his fingers to her mouth. She slowed down. He caressed her beautiful heavy face and she dropped head to give him that slightly coquettish look.

“I just want you so much. Inside me. I want to feel you. I need to.”

“And you will, Mrs. Dodd. I promise.”

“Tell me you’re not just being nice to an old lady, Mister Harley.”

“You are a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Dodd. And call me Reese.”

“Reese. Thank you, Reese. Make love to me and I will love you for it,” she said, reaching out to touch his well muscled chest. “I will love you forever.”

“No, Mrs. Dodd, just enjoy tonight,” Harley said, dropping his hands to her belt. He undid it quickly and soon was unbuttoning her smock. As he brought the fabric down over her shoulders to her waist, her breasts were exposed. They were huge, firm and sagging only slightly. He took one in each hand though they wouldn’t fit and slowly brought his mouth to her pale nipples. He sucked each one until they were hard and nearly an inch and a half long. He took his time, savoring the taste, the sweet, sweaty smell. He intended on making this her night and could tell by her groans she was already enjoying it.

“Oh, so long, so long,” she whispered.

“You are beautiful, so beautiful,” he countered.

He soon got her out of the smock and threw it aside. He then laid her on her back and watched he way her breasts flattened out. It was very erotic, this older woman needing to be loved. He mashed her breasts again with his hands and made his way down her body. The waist was smaller than he expected and tight. The hips swelled wonderfully, promisingly. Then he dipped his hand to her inner thigh and after caressing each one he let his hand trail between her legs. She was soaking wet. A jolt of raw nerves went through her body. He could tell she was close to coming. He quickly found her bud and after several deft strokes, Mrs. Dodd’s body stiffened and her head went back in a scream that filled the room. Her orgasm brought tears to her eyes.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you do live in the desert miles from no where.” Harley chuckled.

She laughed in her throat richly. “I never came like that before. I guess it’s because I want you so much.”

“Feel like doing it again, Mrs. Dodd?”

She looked up at him, smiling devilishly, and said, “You bet, Mister Harley.”

Harley started to take off his trousers and she reached out to him, to his belt.

“No, Reese, let me do that. You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve taken a man’s pants off.”

Reese put his hands at his sides, glad to have her do it. She got to her knees, her round body surprisingly nimble. Her hand reached to his shoulders as he stood tall and as they moved down his chest, her mouth found the bulge in his pants. A moan told him she was surprised at the size.

Her hands eventually reached his belt and before she undid it she looked up at him.

“I love your hairy chest. Lester was so pale.”

Harley was about bursting out of his pants. He touched her head to indicate that she should continue. She did, but slowly.

She unbuckled the belt then slowly unbuttoned the fly. The tip of his shaft, dark red in the firelight, sprang into view. She licked at it once and murmured softly.

Mrs. Dodd then took hold of his pants and pulled them down to the floor. She could not take her eyes off his tool and reached out to touch it even before he stepped out of his pants. She took a long stroke of it, lifting and admiring each side and angle.


“Oh, Reese, it’s so big. I’ve never seem anything like it,” she exclaimed like a child. “Would it be all right if I took it into my mouth? I would desperately love to do that. To taste you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Reese said. She was really playing the coquette now. But that was fine. It was fun.

She brought the tip of his shaft to her mouth and licked it all over with her tongue. The head glistened with her saliva. Then she took the big knob into her warm mouth and sucked hard; so hard harley thought he might go over the brink. But she eased up and began to draw more of him in her mouth until he could feel the back of her throat. She drew him in and out a little bit at a time until the head of his cock went down her throat and her forehead touched his belly. She stayed there and grabbed his huge sack with her hand, squeezing his balls.

It was an incredible feeling. His shaft completely in this knowledgeable woman’s mouth--the tip of it banging against the back of her throat. He was sure he couldn’t hold on for long when she stopped and plopped him out of her mouth.

Licking her lips, she said, “My god, I didn’t think I could do it. It was wonderful.”

“It’s a good thing you stopped. I was really close.”

She eyed his member. “Reese, do you think you could come twice tonight?”

Reese looked down. “Oh, I think so Mrs. Dodd.”

“Then come on, honey. I want to taste it all. All your sweet syrup.” She dove toward him but then stopped and looked at him. “Reese, when you come, please could you call me Mrs. Dodd. I’d like that.”

“Of course.”

She smiled and after stroking him a few times, again took him in her mouth. The warmth once again enveloped him and he relaxed into it. Her mouth was a wonderful creation. It sucked him, licked him, driving him wild. Finally she took him all the way in again and put her hands on his buttocks. She pushed him in and out of her sweet mouth, the tip of his member touching the back of her throat. He put his hands to the sides of her head and moved his hips slightly, reveling in the sensation, in the the slight brushes with her teeth.

“Oh, god,” he moaned. “So good. Gonna come soon.”

She took him out of her mouth and kept jerking him off--his glistening penis angry in the firelight. “Yes, Reese, yes. That’s it, darling. Shoot into my mouth, baby. I want to taste it.”

She opened her mouth and waited for his come. She squeezed his sack and massaged it, then roughly reached back and fingered his anus.

“Come on, honey. I want to see you come.” She gave his cockhead a final lick and that was it. Reese exploded in her face. Long spurts of come shot out of the huge head into her waiting mouth.

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Dodd. Thank you. Thank you, Mrs. Dodd,” he yelled.

She kept jerking him off, slower now, milking every last drop from him. Some white juice had fallen to her teats and she massaged it into her nipples with the other hand. She swallowed and licked her lips hungrily.

“So sweet, Reese. It tastes so sweet. Come here.” She held her arms out to him and he dropped to his knees.

He kissed her longingly, tasting the come. She sucked his tongue into her mouth like she would never let go.

He dropped his head to her neck and licked drops of sweat and come from the flushed skin. Then he bent to her huge breasts and kissed and kicked them dry of come. Her body shuddered.

He rose to look into her eyes.

“I need it again,” she whimpered. “It’s all right, if you could just--”

“Just nothing,” he said and put her hand on his still throbbing rod.

“You mean you can!?”

“Just lie back, Mrs. Dodd. My beautiful, lovely Mrs. Dodd.”

She did lie back and looked up at him admiringly as she spread her legs for him. His penis stood up proudly. Moving between her legs, he just touched the head to her cunt lips. She was still soaked. Reese held it there, waiting.

“Do it, Reese. Do it quickly. I want you inside me. Deep, deep inside me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I don’t care if you do. I need it. Do it to me!”

With that, he positioned himself and drove he length of his cock into her warm tunnel. Her body arched as she accepted the entrance. She squirmed around, feeling every inch of the cockmeat. She was nearly delirious in her joy, laughing and giggling.

Slowly, Reese moved his cock out to the big knob and then rammed it home again.

This time she jumped nearly out of her skin. Her fingers clawed at his back. Her legs wrapped around his buttocks, keeping him there.

“It’s too much, too much. Give me a moment.” She held his head to her breasts. “You are so big, my darling. Too big for this old woman, right now. Let me get used to the size of your beautiful cock.”

She began slowly to move her hips and gently to squeeze with the muscles of her cunt. He had never felt anything like it, the gentle massage of his shaft was bringing him close again. He started to move slowly, not in and out but around, exploring the flesh of her cunt with gentle circular strokes. She moaned appreciatively.

Soon, however, they were rocking back and forth and his penis was sliding in and out of her. Soon her hips were gyrating wildly, the heels of her feet digging into his ass. Her sounds grew in leaps and bounds as he fucked her. She had been ready to come and now was intent on it.

She grabbed his face and brought it to her own. “Love me, Reese. Love me. I need it tonight. Fuck me, please, fuck me. I’ve never come like this before.”

She grabbed his head to her breasts, squeezed her body into his and screamed as she came and came and came.

Her body was slack, her moans soft. Reese suckled her tits gently.

He looked at her, at the soft glow in her sagging features and was happy for her. She was a good woman and she needed it.

She met his gaze and said, “Thank you, Reese. I’m sorry. I was caught up in it. I didn’t mean to say--”

Reese touched her lips. “It’s all right, Mrs. Dodd. Right now, I do love you very much.”

She smiled.

Then Reese rose to his knees and her eyes saw him.

“Oh my god, you’re still hard. I’ve been thinking so much about myself, I’ve neglected you.” She reached out and touched his manhood. “Tell me Reese, is there anything special you want now. I swear I’d give you the moon if I could.”

“No, Mrs. Dodd, nothing special. I sure would like a little release though.”

“Of course, my darling.” With that she turned over and got up on her hands and knees. Her generous rump was waiting for him.

“Come on, lover. My husband used to love it this way.” She reached between her legs and brought his cock to the lips of her cunt. “Come right in.”

Reese shoved his cock in her from behind and began to pull in and out. He leaned over her back and reached down to give her large, heavy breasts a squeeze. She turned and brought her lips to meet his and they kissed.

“Sit back, honey,” she said after a while.

Reese leaned back and she moved her butt up and down around his cock, her muscles squeezing inside. He grasped hold of her hips and began to pump into her. His climax was building.

Mrs. Dodd said, “That’s it, darling. Fuck me. Give me your seed.”

Reese screwed her hole and slapped her generous ass cheeks. He held her ass, pulling her onto his prick as he came, filling her cunt with his come. The lady reared back on his huge member and ground her ass against him.

When he was finished, Reese withdrew from her pussy and she turned to press her good body into his, his penis half hard between them. Mrs. Dodd kissed his face and neck and worked her way down his hard body until she had him in her mouth. She suckled thoughtfully, cleaning his tool with her tongue. When she was done, she held the big headed snake and studied it.

Without looking at him she said, “Reese, if you don’t care how you come next time--well, I’ve always wanted to try something. If you wouldn’t mind that is.”

“What’s your pleasure Mrs. Dodd?”

She stood up. “First, I want you to come to my bed.”

Holding his cock, Mrs. Dodd led him into the other room, where she arranged herself on the double bed in all her naked glory. Reese sat on the bed next to her. He caressed one of her large breasts, bringing the tough nipple to life with his fingers.

Then she turned away and exposed her sideways slash to him.

“Put it in me, Reese. Fuck me like this.”

Reese placed his hardening dick at her entrance and pressed himself easily into her cunt. He leaned over her ass and sucked her breasts as he fucked her. She turned her face up to his and kissed him hard. His cock grew in her place.

Mrs. Dodd broke the kiss. “Good. You’re hard now. Now for my request.”

“Anything, Mrs. Dodd.”

“I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like, what it fwould feel like to be fucked in my ass. This may be my last chance. Would you mind?”

Reese looked at her backside, down between the cheeks of her ass and could barely see her tiny hole next to where his member occupying her other one. After a moment he said, “Mrs. Dodd, it will be an honor.”

“Oh, thank you!”

He pulled out of her cunt and touched the tip of his prick to her back door.

“I think you’ll need to make it moist first. Use my cunt juice.”

He fingered her slit and rubbed the juice over her asshole. He dipped in with the tip of his finger. It would be a tight fit.

Knowing she was not ready, he bent his head and licked at her asshole. Using plenty of spit, he stuck his tongue in. He felt the muscles relax and soften. He did this with a gentle in and out motion until she wiggled and said, “My god, that’s nice.”

Reese then rose up and placed his penis at the entrance to her ass. Rather quickly, he stuck the tip of his cock in. She tensed up and said, “Oh no. Maybe we shouldn’t--”

But now he was as excited as she had been. He wanted it, had to have her asshole, now.

“You just move back as much as you can. We just have to get by the ring.”

She slowly came back on him. The tip of him went in and Mrs. Dodd backed off.

“It’s all right, lady. Just ease your ass on it a little at a time,” Reese said. He took his hand and spit in it then rubbed the saliva over the length of his cock, particularly the head.

Mrs. Dodd backed her anus toward the head of his member and easily took his tip back in. She moaned slightly, then pushed her asshole on his prick. The head of his cock went in. It was exquisite for him but Mrs. Dodd tensed and let out a small scream.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, darling, yes. I want it. I do. It’s just that it hurts a bit.” Her breathing was heavy.


Comanche Lust Ch. 01



“We can stop.”

“No, no, no, I don’t want to.”

She began to move slightly, getting the feel of the intruder in her butt. Easing him in and out. Then when she was ready she said, “Okay, lover. I’m ready for more. Push with me.”

Harley took hold of her hips and readied himself while she reached under and grabbed the base of his cock. Mrs. Dodd then pushed her ass and pulled his cock. Harley pushed his hips forward and his member went four or five inches into her asshole.

Mrs. Dodd moaned loudly and cried, “Push it in, Reese. Now, push it all the way in!”

He did as she asked. The penis went in to the hilt and as it did her anus relaxed around it. Mrs. Dodd began moaning and giggling.

“We just had to get past that huge bulge behind the head of your cock, darling. My god, it’s so big. And it feels so wonderful in my ass. I feel so full of you.”

“Can I move in and out of you?”

“Try, but go easy.”

He slowly, gently started to pull out of her, then pushed equally gently back in. She moaned.

“God, that’s lovely, Reese,” she said, moving her ass slightly.

“I know it is, Mrs. Dodd. Believe me, I know it is.”

Her asshole was like a vise on his cock. He increased his strokes. It was matchless.

“I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Oh darling, just do it. Come in my ass, Reese. Fuck my asshole.”

With that, Reese began to stroke in and out of her ass. He would take it out to the tip of his cock the slowly plunge in. The feeling was incredible. Tight and new. He had never felt anything like it before.

He noticed Mrs. Dodd had started to finger her clit as he fucked her ass. She was moaning and saying, “Do it, Do it” over and over again.

Soon he was pounding in and out hard and fast. The excitement built until he knew he would come soon.

“I’m going to come. It’s so good. I’m going to come, Mrs. Dodd.”

“Me too, Harley. Me too.”

Just as Reese shot his wad deep into Mrs. Dodd’s ass, his come mixing with her shit, a shudder went through the woman as she came herself. They both bellowed loud.

When it was over they sank in a heap, exhausted. Reese bent over her lush backside, his enormous member shoved entirely into her anus.

“God, that was incredible, Reese. Thank you, my dear.”

“No. Thank you, Mrs. Dodd. Thank you very much,” Reese replied. He gently pulled his shaft out of the void and a curiously sensual smell of come mixed with shit entered the room.

Mrs. Dodd reached for his penis and stroked the softening hardness gently.

“This is a magnificent organ, Mister Harley. You should be proud. Might I be allowed to clean it off?”

“Of course, Mrs. Dodd.”

Mrs. Dodd leaned over and took him in her warm thin lipped mouth. She lovingly licked and sucked all they had done from his cock. The sweat and the semen and the shit. And when his cockhead once again began to swell in her mouth, she took him into her cunt and they made love face to face for a long time until he was ready to come once more.

“Do it in my mouth,” she implored.

“You want to taste my come?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” she begged.

Reese pulled out of her pussy and brought his cock to her waiting mouth. He jerked the big thing above her hungry tongue and came thick ropes of white jizz where she wanted it. She quickly swallowed and grasping his cock with her hand, took him in her mouth to suckle the big head. Reese touched his hands to either side of her graying head and pumped the end of his load down her gullet.

When he was done, she released him from her from her lips and brought her hand to her mouth. “So good, so sweet.” 

The next morning, as Harley prepared to leave, she came to him, holding him from behind, mashing her big tits into his back.

“You could stay a while, Reese,” she said. “I’d be good to you.”

Harley turned to her. “I know, Mrs. Dodd. But I got to move on. Might be some after me for something I didn’t do. And I can’t get found til I can prove it.”

He held her good body for a while. Then he saddled up, and after a long last look between them, he spurred his horse off.

Mrs. Dodd watched his departure until the man and horse were a speck in the distance. Then she wiped a tear from her eye and went about her business.



Comanche Lust Ch. 02



Longfellow Polk took a long pull on the whiskey bottle and felt the warm glow reach down to his belly. 

He looked at the little white whore and watched her working her mouth up and down the length of his big black cock. She kissed and nibbled the massive head and caressed the shaft with her fat, pink nippled tits. She was enjoying herself to no end.

Polk had been lucky to find her. His lust had been for the lush bodies of the black women he had known on the plantation. Dark and generous. However, there had been no black whores in the only house of ill repute in Bacon, New Mexico. So he turned his attention to the small Chinese girl and the dusky Mexican.

He knew he didn’t have to buy a woman. The lady behind the bar who owned the house had shown keen personal interest in him. Indeed offered herself free of charge. Women usually did. He was well over six-foot tall and broad of chest, long limbed and lean, and with a big bulge in his pants below the gun belt. And she was an attractive woman, slender with a lovely cleavage showing in her green dress. He only had to wait till after hours. But it had been too long. He couldn’t wait.

Polk was leaning toward the Mex because of her lush lips and the thought of them wrapped around the head of his shaft, when this round little white whore with red hair that he loved, introduced herself into the equation. He hadn’t considered the white prostitutes because sometimes even whores got picky when it came to black clients. But this little, red-haired heifer didn’t seem to have any such compulsions. Especially when Polk bettered the five dollar fee and bought her for the entire night for twenty gold coins. He had the money, having that afternoon collected the reward on Big Jim Cassidy.

As they moved up the stairs, her easy laugh and her hand on his arm made his dick hard. By the time they got to the room, he was so hungry that he barely dropped his gun belt and pants to the floor before immediately bending her over the bed and lifting her skirts to reveal her red, gaping cunt. He took her from behind, ignoring her protestations that “They had plenty of time” as he worked his big, black, ten inch hard-on into her rapidly moistening cunt. It had been a long time between women and his desire was intense as he pounded into her and, soon, her complaints grew into moans of pleasure. His orgasm grew quickly and when he started to come, she begged him, “Don’t come inside me, mister. Please, I can’t afford to get pregnant. ‘Specially with no nigger child. Not that I don’t want you to. That big, black dick feels wonderful. You splittin’ me open, darlin’. ”

Polk thought about going against her wishes but knew from experience she’d be begging for it before the night was though. And he wanted her in good mood for the duration. He pulled his big dark dick out and placed it in the crack of her ass, holding the big, white cheeks around it, fucking her there as he came. Gobs of white semen spraying on her back.

Now they were naked and she was deftly bringing him to life again with her pink lipped mouth. He was pleased when he saw he naked body, pale white with large breasts and an unexpected narrow waist swelling into lush hips. He brought her ass over his own face and stuck his long tongue deep into her snatch, tasting his own cock there. The red pubic hair showed that she was a true redhead. The whore ground her hips appreciatively and sucked him down her throat.

His climax was growing in her mouth but he wanted more fucking so he pulled her off him and pushed her ass down so she was riding him backward. She stuffed her cunt with his big cock and rode him hard as he watched her broad behind rise and fall on his dick. He spied the red gash of her asshole and after moistening a long thumb with his spit, inserted it into her rectum. The whore groaned deeply as she thrust herself back on both intruders: his thumb and his cock. She bucked on him this way until she began to shake in orgasm, lifting her heavy haunches high and low on his up thrusting members.

When she was finished, Polk turned her around on his still hard dick and had her ride him from above. She fucked him well, rising and falling on his ten inch dick until he was close to coming. Her big tits thrived in his mouth as he squeezed and fondled them. Before he started to come, he moaned, “Gonna come, baby. Got too.”

She squirmed off his dick and slid down to take him in her mouth, murmuring, “Got to have it. Got to eat that black come.”

“That’s it, bitch. Suck it dry.”

She fisted his huge instrument and held her mouth on the great purple cock head as she brought the orgasm out of him. She drank greedily as his spring flowed into her mouth. He entwined his fingers in her red hair and held her head on his cock though he didn’t need to. She wasn’t going anywhere.

As he softened in her mouth, the whore softly licked the black tube of flesh clean.

Afterward, they rested in each others arms, Polk’s dick draped over her thigh. He offered her a jolt of whiskey which she took. Then he had one of his own.

“What’s yo’ name, girl?”

“Kitty,” she replied. “And you?”

“Longfellow Polk.”

“Where the hell’d you get a name like that?”

“The master back on the plantation used to name us. He took our first name from writers he used to read to us and the last names from former presidents. I’m lucky. I got a brother name of Irving Washington.”

Kitty touched the soft but still long and thick dick on her thigh. “Well, he sure got you right. Longfellow.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you couldn’t call me Poe”

The whore laughed and wrapped her long slender fingers around his shaft. She said, “Guess, I’m not Poe tonight, either. Feeling kinda rich, tell you the truth. All this dick and twenty gold coins as well.”

Polk’s cock grew in her hand as she stroked it. She leaned forward and pulled the foreskin back so she could take the square purple head once more in her mouth. She sucked expertly and soon he was hard as a rock. She held the ten inches of glistening black muscle and laughed with glee.

Then Kitty rolled onto her back and held her pink tipped tits together. “Come on, Longfellow. Fuck my tits with that long pole.”

Polk took a position astride her belly and placed his dick in the valley of flesh that was her breasts. He pushed in and out, tweaking the pink nipples into hard rosy buds. The blackness of his skin against the pale white of hers was enticing. Each time he pushed through, the whore would give his cock head a lick.

Then the door opened.

Polk reached for his gun and spun off the whore to take aim at the intruder.

It was Belle, the owner of the whore house. She was wearing a long scarlet robe that was fair to bursting from the size of her tits. She looked at the gun. Then at his enormous erection, so hard that it curve up like a banana.

“Looks like you have something bigger than that gun to do battle with, stranger,” she said, a trace of humor playing with her lips.

Polk uncocked his revolver and put it back in its holster. “Shouldn’t sneak around, ma’am.”

Belle entered fully into the room. “I was just checking to see if Kitty needed a break.”

Kitty reached out and grasped Polk’s cock. She said, “I don’t need no break, Miss Belle. I’d sure be willing to share though.”

Belle moved up to Polk and placed her hand on his throbbing member. She said to Polk, “You don’t mind a little reinforcement, do you, stranger? Free of charge?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Might as well get properly introduced,” she said. Then she bent over at the waist and took the head of his dick in her mouth. She gave him a long suck before straightening up and removing her robe.

“I’m Belle Starr,” she informed him, as she displayed her body for his inspection, hands on hips.

Polk was thrilled at the sight of her. Her body was so different from Kitty’s. Long and slender but with enormous dark brown tipped breasts. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders and her dark pussy hairs glistened with her wetness.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma’am. I’m Longfellow Polk.”

She eyed his huge erection, bobbing in the air. “You can say that again.”

Belle leaned into him, brushing his dark chest with her hard nipples. Once again, she seized his large ebony penis, rubbing the head against her pale, white belly.

“I know you were enjoying fucking Kitty’s milky white tits,” she said. “But I’ve needed this big black harpoon since you walked through the door earlier tonight. In fact, I’ve been thinking if nothing else.”

She kissed his thick lips, driving her tongue between them and poking at his own.

“Fuck me, you big black buck,” she crooned. “Lift me up and drop me on that huge hard dick.”

She put her arm over his shoulder behind his head and Polk wrapped his own dark well muscled arms under her slender legs and lifted her easily. Belle notched the head of his cock in her cunt lips. Then Polk dropped her, impaling her with his black dick. She let out a luxuriant moan as she placed her other arm around his head, which brought her firm breasts to his lips. He chewed the swollen flesh of her nipples as he lifted her easily up and down the length of his cock. Belle squeezed her pussy muscles on his manhood.

“Kitty,” Belle said. “Get under him and suck his ball sack. Chew his black nuts.”

Kitty scrambled down to the floor between Polk’s spread legs. Polk felt her lips and tongue and teeth working on his tight scrotum. She used her mouth to soften his sack and sucked a huge testicle into her small pink mouth. She also grabbed the base of his prick and gave the shining black skin a lick each time he raised Belle off. Occasionally her tongue found the pink button of her boss’s asshole.

Belle began to lift herself using his broad shoulders for purchase. She loved being full of this massive dick.

“Suck his black asshole, Kitty,” she ordered.

Polk felt the little whore’s tongue drift over that place between his nut sack and his anus. Then he felt a probing tongue enter his ass. His cock head grew in the other woman’s cunt, expanding even more in the tight space.

“Jesus,” Belle mewed. “That tongue of yours made him even bigger, Kitty. Fuck me hard with that black pole.”

Polk lifted her at harder pace. Kitty kneaded his sack with her fingers while she sucked his asshole. Belle groaned deep inside her lovely chest as her orgasm approached. She road his big dick like a bronco rider. He felt himself letting go.

“I’m gonna come. Now!” he warned her.

Polk started to push her off but she held fast and ground her cunt over his cock.

“Do it in me, you bastard. Come inside my cunt, you black fuck,” she cried.

He exploded in her dark-haired cunt, the jism flying deep into her pussy as he bucked upward. The owner of whores screamed in her own orgasm and ground herself on his big member. He held her as his semen filled her cunt and started to drip down over his scrotum. Kitty abandoned his asshole and brought her face to lick the mixture of juices from his nuts as she drove her own fingers into her own cunt and frigged herself to orgasm.

While Polk held her, Belle drove her furious tongue in his mouth and explored that cavern. When his cock finally softened enough to slip out of her cunt, Kitty engulfed the thick rope into her mouth, cleaning him with her tongue.

Belle, feeling suddenly so empty, slid from his arms to her knees and stole his prick from Kitty. She sucked the purple head and black skin of her passion, murmuring little love sounds of encouragement. Kitty joined her mouth on Polk’s cock, and he looked down as the two ladies made mad love to his big black cock, worshiping it.

He reached for the whiskey bottle and took a long drink. This evening was turning out even better than he had imagined on that long dusty trail.

He put the bottle down and placed a hand behind each woman’s head. He brought them off his dick and pushed their mouths together in a kiss. The women got the idea and were soon thrashing tongues together, all the while holding on to his growing dick. Polk had never seen two women make love and was intrigued by the idea.

“Why don’t you two get on the bed?”

The two women arranged themselves in a sixty-nine with Belle on the bottom and were soon devouring each other’s cunts. They could each taste the black man’s cock and sperm on the other’s pussy lips.

Polk marveled at the two naked bodies. The long and lean Belle, white skin and dark hair, her large breasts being roughly massaged by Kitty’s hand. And the plump little whore herself, round and sweet, with her red-haired complexion lighter even than Belle, her smaller pink tipped tits grazing her boss’s belly.

His cock grew hard again as he watched them. He straddled Belle’s head, and waved his big dick over her mouth. She left Kitty’s pussy and accepted him in her mouth, pulling back his foreskin as she sucked his big cockhead.

It was good, but Polk wanted to fuck. He told Belle to put him in the little whore. Belle took him out of her mouth and placed his cock head in Kitty’s cunt. Kitty gasped at the feel and momentarily removed her mouth from Belle’s pussy.

Polk said, “No. Keep sucking her cunt.” He pushed her head down as he rammed his cock to the hilt in her hole.

Belle watched the massive black rod assault the little whore’s pink pussy and held his big nuts while she alternately licked the pink clit and tongued the meaty shaft as it moved in and out. Then, Belle gathered all the juice she could and reach around all that cock to Kitty’s asshole. She deposited the moistness there and worked a finger into the anus.

Polk watched as she opened the little bud. Kitty was working on her own climax now as she ground her pussy on his dick and her ass on Belle’s finger. Before very long she arched her small chubby back and bellowed in the air.

He took his dick out after she came and sat back on his haunches.

“Lick her asshole, Belle,” he said. “Make it nice and wet.”

Belle grinned up at him and brought her mouth to Kitty’s bunghole. She licked furiously and finally drove her tongue in the forbidden place. When she felt it was wet enough she leaned back and after giving Polk’s dick a few long strokes, she brought the cockhead to the little ass hole.

“Better get ready, Kitty,” she said. “Mister Polk has a surprise for you.”

Kitty felt the intruder at her backdoor and shuddered. She said, “Shit, Miz Belle. He’s so big, I don’t know if I can.”

“Shit’s right, Kitty. Your shit,” Belle replied. “Relax and enjoy.”

She pushed Polk’s dick into the anus and all were surprised at how easy it went in. Polk took over and shove himself deep into her ass. It was tight but took all but a couple inches of his mighty cock. Kitty squirmed on it and was soon pumping her ass back as he pushed forward. Belle stuck one hand in her own pussy and one hand on Polk’s nut bag to guide his thrusts. He needed no help but didn’t mind the feel of her hand squeezing his balls. Soon he was ready to come.

“All right, you little whore,” he said. “You didn’t want me to come in your cunt. ‘Fraid to git knocked up by a black man. Well, now I’m gonna come in your white ass. Got that, bitch?”

Kitty was pumping away, the full feeling in her ass making here intoxicated. “Go ahead. Do it. Fill me with your black come. Fuck my ass, baby.”

Belle screamed, “Do it, man. Fill her up! Come in her ass!” She came on her own fingers as she said this.

Polk drove his prick balls deep in Kitty’s ass and held her on it as he came what seemed like a quart of come into her shit. Kitty reared back as her asshole accommodated the black lance. Polk reached around and captured her round tits as he pumped the last of his sauce into her butt.

When he finally withdrew from his visitation with a little plop, Belle immediately sucked him down her throat. Kitty turned and fell into his arms. Then she joined Belle at his cock. Polk loved the feel of two mouths working on him.

They screwed for the rest of the night and Polk stayed for two more nights free of charge. He coupled with the little Chinese whore and with the lush lipped Mexican. He had been right, the Mex’s lips were heaven on his big black cock. The last night, as he pumped Kitty to orgasm, she begged him to shoot his load in her cunt. He tipped them all generously.

But it was time to move on. The wanted postings had yielded another fugitive. Hunting men was his business. So, with regret, he mounted his horse and headed south. Searching for a murderer named Reese Harley. 



Comanche Lust Ch. 03



Reese Harley drank from the stream. The water was good so he urged his horse to drink as well. It had been a week since he had left Mrs. Dodd's ranch and he had thought about her often. He missed her lush body. 

The ride had been hard but uneventful. Long dusty travel.

Suddenly, his horse raised his head. Then Harley himself heard the two horses approaching--fast. He quickly gathered his horse's reins and slipped into the thick thatch of trees beside the stream. From there he could get a good look at the stream and the riders. And hope they wouldn't notice his tracks.

Within minutes, two Comanche braves rode up to the stream. They were laughing, barebacked, black hair flying in the wind. Their long, well-muscled legs prodding their ponies through the stream. The one he could see the best was young, not more than twenty, long limbs and copper skin. He wore a loin cloth and beaded chest covering. The other was dressed similarly but had his back to Harley.

The two swung there legs over and slid off their horses. They were the same height--about six feet tall. After a long moment of looking at each other, they fell into each others arms. They kissed, clinging to each other.

Harley was surprised. He'd heard of such things, of course, but never expected to see two young braves so entwined.

After a moment, the brave that he could not see well, put his hands on his partner's shoulders and pushed him to his knees. This was when Harley saw an unmistakable breast under the beaded cover. Dark and round and black nippled. A woman dressed as an Indian brave.

She had spread her legs so that her partner could lift her loin cloth and have access to her pussy. He was working at it furiously with his tongue and fingers.

The woman pulled her beaded covering off and revealed her large, proud, upstanding breasts. The black nipples were like pieces of coal, hardened into plugs as long as a .45 cartridge. Her color was darker than that of her lover. More like mahogany. After a careful study of her beautiful face, Harley decided she must have some Negro blood. Her sensuous lips and slightly flared nose were not those of a Comanche. And her hair though long, down to her ass in fact, had a gentle wave. And those tits, he had never seen a squaw with tits like that.

The woman lifted these tits and chewed on the nipples. Then she slid her hands down her body over the impossibly flat stomach and dug her fingers into the long, black hair of her lover. She pulled his head into her crotch. Holding him there as if she owned him. Then she flung him to the ground on his back.

He lay there, with his hard cock bursting to get out of his loin cloth.

The woman stripped herself out of her own loin cloth, showing her black haired pussy. Even from a distance, Harley could see the drops of moistness on her cunt lips. She knelt beside the young brave, pulled his loin cloth aside and revealed his pecker, large and hard, the angry red head peeking out of the foreskin. She took the long, smooth rod in her mouth and sucked him hard, pumping the tube with her hand as she tongued the head.

When she was satisfied that he was hard enough, she straddled him and worked his prick into her cunt. She began to ride him wildly, bucking and thrashing. The brave reached up for her breasts but she slapped his hands away and massaged them herself. 

In no time, she was screaming in orgasm and pounding his chest like it was his fault.

Harley's cock was hard in his pants as he watched her fuck this man. He brushed the head of it through the fabric.

When she was finished with her climax, she rose off his prick and again took him in her mouth, sucking him even harder. As he was about to come, she removed her thick lips from his cock and jerked him off into the palm of her hand, the white jism filling it. Then she brought her hand to his mouth and poured the semen onto his tongue. He ate it greedily.

Harley came in his pants as the woman did this.

He felt slightly embarrassed about this but was even more so when he felt a sharp tip behind his ear. He turned slowly to find very large Comanche tribesman pointing a notched arrow at his head.

The Indian spoke in Comanche which, thankfully, Harley understood.

"I do not think our princess cares to be watched, white man."

"Yeah, I was kind of surprised at the opportunity," Harley replied in Comanche.

The big man nodded slightly then urged Harley to stand up with a move of the bow and arrow. He deftly stripped the six shooter out of Harley's holster.

They moved into the clearing.

By this time, the woman and the man were standing, having heard the voices. The brave was covering his genitals but the woman stood unashamed, hands on hips, as Harley and the big Indian approached.

"We have a spy, Black Moon," said the armed man. "One who would watch you with your lover." He said this with little less than a violent stare at the young buck. The young man stared back in defiance.

The woman, ignoring them both, strode toward Harley, her breasts bouncing as she moved. Her proud face was etched in outrage. When she was within reach, she slapped him hard across the face.

This woman, Black Moon, stood naked before him, nearly as tall as he. But there was no vulnerable in her nudity, she was a powerful warrior-woman. Her magnificent chest heaved in strength not fear, her taut nipples now stiffened rage not lust.

When she spoke, it was in the language of the white man. "That will be smallest of the pain you will receive before you die."

Then she nodded at the man behind Harley and turned away from him. He watched her powerful back and lush ass as she walked toward the stream and the young brave. Then a great crash on the back of his head sent him into darkness.

When Harley woke, he found himself hanging by his feet, his bound hands inches off the ground and tethered to a stake. He was in a teepee. He was also completely naked.

Across a small fire, he could make out movements. Groans told him some one was making love. Then, as he became more fully awake, he could clearly see the face of the woman, Black Moon. She was lying on her back and staring at him through the fire light. He could see her large breasts, the nipples were not tight with excitement. Above her, her lover grunted as he pounded into her pussy with a huge red cock. Harley realized it was not the same man that she had been with at the stream. It was the big Comanche brave that had captured him.

Black Moon glared into Harley's eyes.

"Are you going to come, Big Antelope?" she asked the man above her, in the language of the Comanche.

"Soon, soon, Black Moon," he said, hoarsely. His powerful arms were sweating profusely as he held himself above her. The soft squishing sound of his cock splitting her gash filled the room. He also stared into Harley's eyes. But with abject anger.

Black Moon smiled a vicious grin at Reese Harley. She then glanced at his crotch and the grin turned to lust. Harley looked up and saw with some horror, that his penis, which had been flopped along his stomach as dictated by his present predicament, had begun to grow and bob in the air.

"Do it! Do it! But do it between my breasts," the woman instructed her lover. "Show this white man what a real cock looks like, my big donkey."

The brave withdrew his prick from her cunt and straddled her stomach. Harley had to admit, the man's penis would not have looked out of place on a donkey. Or a horse for that matter.

Black Moon held her breasts together forming a juicy canal. The skin was slick with perspiration. She tweaked the tough black nipples never taking her eyes away from Reese. Only now, she was alternating her gaze between his face and his pecker which was steadily growing bigger and bigger.

Big Antelope placed the engorged head of his cock to the base of her tits then pushed the long, thick tube through the gorgeous dark flesh. The plum sized tip of him bumped Black Moon's chin and she rewarded it by tilting her jaw down and taking it in her mouth. She sucked noisily as her thick lips worked that morsel of flesh, her eyes never leaving the sight of Harley's hard cock. He knew, somehow, that she knew Harley desperately wished it was the head of his own cock piercing those thick brown lips.

The brave took in a deep breath at the sensation. The woman laughed and dropped the red knob from her lips. She said, "Do it, my big buck. Fuck my tits. Give yourself release."

Big Antelope reared back and began plunging his shaft into her heavy globes. Within seconds his roar filled the teepee and his semen spurted in great long gobs from the head of his cock. It landed on Black Moon's throat and chin and she snaked her thick tongue out to catch all she could. The man kept pumping and shooting and soon her beautiful, large breasts were covered in Indian come. The strong scent reached Harley's nostrils even as the woman flexed her own black nose, flaring the nostrils in a disdainful leer.

"Smell that, white man. That is how a real man smells. That is the stuff with which a brave of the Comanche tribe impregnates his women."

Big Antelope had stopped fucking her tits but remained atop her, his massive cock pulsing in the air. She drew one of her tits to her mouth and licked the man's come from it. Then she drew her hand along her throat to gather more of the seed and wiped it on her writhing tongue. She brought the great plugs of nipple to her mouth and sucked greedily.

Finally, she was finished with him.

"Leave me, Big Antelope."

"My princess..."

"Leave Me!" She slapped his thigh causing his big prick to sway to and fro.

The brave rose and quickly dressed. After a serious look at Reese Harley, he quietly slipped through the slit in the teepee.

Black Moon lay where she had been fucked and watched her prisoner. She drew her hands up and down her body, squeezing her shining red-chocolate flesh. At last, she drove her hands into her crotch and worked the flesh there for a few moments. Soon, she was bucking her hips high in the air and a fierce growl emitted from between those thick lips. Harley could still see her burning black eyes gleaming through her slitted eyelids. When she finally orgasmed, she thrashed her head from side to side and screamed into the night. It was the only time she had taken her eyes from the naked man hanging upside down in her his dwelling.

When she was done, she breathed deeply and reestablished eye contact with her blue-eyed captive. "You like that, white man? You like to watch?"

Harley supposed he should have replied but couldn't really form the words.

Black Moon leaped like a big cat, her huge breasts bouncing as she picked up a switch stick and actually jumped over the flames to get to him. She hit his ass cheek with the stick which made his cry out in pain.

She placed the stick in front of his eyes. "You will answer all questions, white man. You will answer or you will pay."

Harley managed a nod.

Black Moon stood to her full height. All six feet of her. Harley noticed her face was at the same height as his now throbbing penis. He also saw that the dark lips of her cunt, nestled in the curly black hair of her pussy were at he same height as his down turned mouth. Between the dark folds he could espy the pinkness of her interior. Her large clit standing forth like a tiny penis.

The black Indian woman said, "Now. You like to watch, don't you, white man?"

The smell of her twat was intoxicating. Her loins seemed to be steaming and liquid.

He finally said, "I guess so. At least, I like to watch you."

She hovered around his cock, her hot breath causing it to move in the air.

"You're cock is not as long as Big Antelope's," Black Moon said. "I think you may be thicker though."

She brought her mouth impossibly close to the head of his penis.

She continued: "The only way to tell for sure is to take it in my mouth. Would you like that, white man? Do you want me to take your white dick in my mouth?"

Harley grunted and with all his strength forced his groin in her direction. She easily evaded his thrust and laughed her rich chocolate laugh.

Black Moon touched the lips of her cunt with the tips of her long brown fingers. She framed the large clit with them and stroked it softly.

"Can you smell my sex, white man?" she asked. "Would you like to stick your tongue in my secret place while I suck your cock?"

Harley looked up to the underside of her large black tipped teats and then past to where her face was, oh so, close to him rampant member. Her breath heating him even more.

She looked down at him, smiling. "But no, you like to watch."

And she spun on her heel to stride out of the tent. Reese gloried in her taut backside rippling with a hundred dark muscles in the firelight. Her soft ass cheeks bouncing with every step. She certainly was aptly named. Black Moon.

God! Didn't the damn woman wear clothes anywhere.

He surveyed the teepee and found his clothes in a corner with his holstered revolver lying on top, and a sheathed Bowie knife gleamed at his eye, hoping for his grasp. Way out of reach. If only he could get her to untie his hands. He attempted to roll his body up to see if he could reach the ties at his feet but the ties holding his hands to the stake wouldn't let him. He figured his fucking erection would have gotten in the way, anyway.

Within moments, Black Moon returned. With her was a Comanche squaw. The most beautiful squaw, or woman for that matter, Harley had ever seen. Small and delicate of feature. She wore a soft deerskin dress and a beaded headband adorned forehead, her long black, black hair was twisted into braids with red strips of cloth.

"See the white man, Running Fawn," chortled Black Moon. "See all his glory."

Indeed, the little squaw's eyes looked like the frighted soft brown eyes of a deer as she spied his huge erection.

Black Moon brought the girl close to Reese.

"Here, One Who Likes To Watch," she said. "I have brought you more to see."

With that, she untied a strap at the shoulder of the squaw's garment and it dropped easily to the girl's ankles. Harley drew a breath at the sight of the upside-down red body revealed to him. Small of breast, though sloping prettily upward. Generous of hip and perfectly shaped. He felt a sense of protectiveness at the long slender neck and fragile seeming shoulders.

The girl quickly covered her self with her arms, trying to maintain some sense of decency but Black Moon would have none of it as she pried her arms apart and held her, with her own large breasts mashed into the squaw's back. She stood, holding her akimbo, presenting her to Reese Harley. Giving him what he could not have.

"You will watch the two of us pleasure each other. Maybe that will make your white devil cock spend its seed with no help from your hand."

She drew the shorter woman's head around and gave her a deep tongue filled kiss as she dropped the girl's arms and caressed her small cups of tit. The nipples, like large copper pennies, came to quick life under her touch. The girl brought one hand to the back of Black Moon's head and the other to her own crotch. She touched herself as they explored each other's mouths. Every once in a while turning a soft brown eye to Harley's raging member.

Harley had never seen two women together. At least, two women with no clothes on and bathed in the soft orange glow of firelight. And certainly not a six foot tall mahogany goddess wrapped around a petite red-hued nymph.

His penis was seemingly expanded to its capacity and for the first time he began to think that he could come with no physical contact. The weight of his testicles, filled with come, on top of his shaft was almost enough to do it.

Black Moon broke the kiss and replaced Running Fawn's hands with her own at the girl's vagina. She spread the lips for Harley's inspection.

"See her, white man. See this Indian girl. This treasure of the Comanche tribe," she crooned. "It is my tongue that will spread these lips, not your own. My tongue and fingers that will bring her to her peek while you watch and drool."

The tall woman, who could not have been more than a year or two older than the young girl, but the was no way you would ever call her a girl. She was a woman through and through. And probably had been since puberty. She bent over and picked up a bullwhip. She showed Harley the thick handle which was big enough for a strong man's hand to control the long rawhide snake.

Black Moon continued in English so there could be no mistake that he understood: "And while you are dreaming of putting your white lance in her moist cunt, I will be fucking her with this."

The girl obviously didn't understand the white man's language but clearly got the idea because she shivered and her copper colored nipples extended almost another inch in size. She had the longest erect nipples Harley had ever seen on any woman.

The black Indian woman laid the squaw down on the ground so the girl's face was away from Reese. Then she straddled the girl's face and shuddered as the girl's tongue found her clit. Black Moon spread the squaw's cunt and drove her own tongue in that warm red place. Running Fawn moaned in the dark flesh of her lover.

Harley moaned himself. "Jesus Christ." He felt as though his prick would explode as he watched the two women lick each other.

Black Moon guffawed in the girl's pussy and brought her mouth away just long enough to say, "Go ahead, white man. Stroke yourself. But, oh no, you can't."

Then she devoured the cunt before her, probing the flesh with her fingers. Running Fawn writhed underneath her big body. She caught a look into Harley's eyes and then his throbbing prick as she screamed out a great orgasm at her lover's ministry.

Black Moon rose off her and inserted the long handle of the bullwhip into her steaming pussy. She fucked the girl with with fast, hard strokes and quickly brought her to a second orgasm. Then she ground her own cunt on the face of the little squaw and watched Harley squirm as she made herself come.

She then stood up and the girl drew herself into a ball beneath her straddling legs. Black Moon stared at Harley as she drew the whip handle up and down between her magnificent breasts. Her nostrils flared with sensual desire. She seemed somehow changed by her orgasm.

Slowly, she stepped over the girl and moved to where Harley hung suspended. Her face was close to his crotch again her warm breath caused his cock to sweat even more. She placed the handle of the whip above his upturned nose.

"Smell her, white man."

Harley smelled the light sweet pungent odor of the Indian girl. He could see her oval face looking at him, her lips parted and her breathing slightly panted.

"Taste it," Black Moon ordered.

She pushed it at his mouth and he opened his lips to let the handle slide into his mouth. He taste the sharp liquid of the girl but also the sweaty leather of the handle itself. Black Moon drew it in and out, fucking his mouth.

"The girl was good. But now I need a man," Black Moon said, her tongue shot out and licked a drop of pre-come from the tip of his glans. "And you are the only one here."

She flung the whip away and grabbed the back of his head. She lifted her leg and pushed his face into her snatch.

"Eat me, white man."

Harley gloried in the smell and taste. So different from the girl's. Muskier and richer. All he had seen had wound him up so he forgot his predicament. He spread the folds of the black pussy with his tongue and then found the big clit and sucked it greedily.

Black Moon studied his erection. "This one will not suffice. You are too near to your coming. Look how it bounces in the air. I will release this one with my mouth. I would let Running Fawn do it but she is too short and cannot reach your big member. My, it is very, very big."




Comanche Lust Ch. 03



She softly drew his rampant erection into her mouth. Harley couldn't help it but started bucking his hips to find unburden himself. Black Moon's strong hands found his ass cheeks and stopped his movements. Holding him soundly, she glided her mouth up the length of his cock until her nose was nestled in his testicles. His cockhead was down her throat. She held fast for an excruciatingly long moment before withdrawing her lips down his length and, in so doing, withdrawing the come from himself. By the time she took her mouth off the cockhead, he was spurting white stuff in the air that landed on her waiting tongue. He came in great long ropes of pearly dew.

Black Moon caught it all in her pink mouth though some dribbled out and down her chin where it dropped to the black plugs at the tips of her breasts. Then she took him back in her mouth and drawing her hand on his length sucked the last drops from him.

Through all of this, Harley found himself bellowing into her cunt. The liberation made him shake uncontrollably. A realization of how much blood had drained from his numb feet into his penis made him quiver.

When he finally came out of his reverie, he found the lovely face of Running Fawn close to his own. She was staring intently into his eyes, beads of perspiration coated her lovely features. They watched each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Running Fawn," Black Moon said, as she scotched down beside the small squaw. "Clean his come from my tits."

Running Fawn turned to her and gently licked at the black nipples, tenderly taking the white man's white come into her mouth and swallowing. Harley watched fascinated. His semi-hard prick which had been laying along his stomach pulsed.

Black Moon reached up and touched his large balls, caressing them with her strong fingers. "I think our white captive has much more semen to give us, Running Fawn."

She ran her fingers over his scarred torso, through the dark matted hair of his chest, exploring, seeking her sudden attraction to this creature. Then she stood and went to the rope that held him suspended in the air. She untied it and gently lowered his feet to the ground.

Harley felt relief as the sense of balance returned to his body.

Black Moon retied the rope to a lower stake once he was lying fully on the ground. He was now tethered in a supine position. With his cock bobbing in the air.

Running Fawn who had watched the procedure with great interest, was now studying his enlarged member with curiousity.

"Take it in your mouth, Running Fawn," the big woman said. "Make him hard for my cunt. Make him as hard as he was before."

The little squaw inched close to the big snake angling toward her. She hefted the huge ballsack in her small hand and grasped the stiff rod before her. She looked at it admiringly, before speaking the first words Harley had heard her speak.

"It is so different from the men of our tribe. So pale and so pink."

She gently pulled back the foreskin to reveal the large pink head of Harley's cock. She brushed it lightly with her lips and it jumped in her hand. This made her giggle.

Black Moon walked around them, observing. She said, "You will enjoy this, white man. I have taught her well."

Running Fawn sucked on the head of his penis and Reese felt himself expand in her mouth. Then she began to feed herself inch after inch of his meat. She held him in her two tiny hands and sucked him with long slurps. It felt wonderful.

Black Moon sat down above his head and leaned forward to watch the action. This placed her large breasts over his face, the sheer weight of them so tempting. Harley eagerly chewed her thick black nipples. She put her hand in her crotch and started frigging herself there. Soon, she was breathing hard.

"Show me his cock, girl."

Running Fawn reluctantly removed her mouth from Harley's penis. It was fully erect as before, the swollen head pulsing with passion. Black Moon leaned forward and wrapped her thick lips around the tip, sucking a drop of pre-come into her mouth.

She removed her lips from him and announced, "He's ready."

Then she moved forward until she was straddling his groin facing away from him. She notched the head into her sopping cunt and slowly, luxuriously, sank her big black moon cheeked ass down on his massive girth. Harley couldn't believe the heat of her pussy. It was as if he were sticking his prick into a flame. He wanted to grab the woman's big ass cheeks but of course his hands were tied.

She held herself down on him when she reached the bottom, grinding herself on his shaft. She squeezed his balls in their sack. Then she began to rise and fall on him. Her great tawny backside glistened in the firelight, her muscles rippling, working as she fucked him.

Running Fawn, who had once again been watching with rapt attention, moved nearer to Harley's face. Her small compact body was a joy. Lightly, she grazed his chest with her round long nippled breasts. Then she brought her face very close to his. She parted her lips slightly and kissed his mouth, lightly at first, then more intensely as she drove her tongue between his lips. She ran her hands over his body and eventually reached over to grasp the base of his cock where Black Moon was fucking him.

Black Moon, who was fucking the life out of his big prick, always ending her travel up and down it's length with a grind into his pelvis. Each stroke coming faster than the last. Her breath becoming forced.

Then she put her feet flat on the ground and fucked him with great deep knee bends, bringing herself nearly entirely off him then sinking down again. Running Fawn broke the kiss and moved her head down to lick at his cock when it was bare. But Black Moon was fucking him at such a pace it was difficult to do. So she moved around to suck his balls into her mouth one at a time and then together.

Soon, Black Moon sat back down on him and leaned back bracing herself with one arm on his chest. With her other hand she pulled Running Fawn's face into their union.

"Lick my clit! Lick my clit!" she screamed. "I'm coming! Coming so hard! Lick my clit!"

Harley felt his own orgasm growing, peeking. "Jesus Christ! I'm coming too!"

Black Moon: "Oh,oh,oh,oh! That's it! There it is!"

And she started grinding into his pelvis and the squaw's mouth. Grinding and shaking her big body as she howled and screamed.

A split second after, Harley joined her screams as his cock erupted deep in side her. He felt powerful spasms as he shot his long ropes of come into her twat. Pushing his hips up into her.

Running Fawn removed her lips from the clit and sucked at Black Moon's pussy as the man's come began to flow out of her, eating it greedily. Harley could feel her tongue on the underside of his shaft.

When the brunt of her orgasm had expired, Black Moon fucked his softening dick with long slow strokes. The girl licked up everything she could find. Her come, his come, his sweat, her sweat. Soon Black Moon rose off him and lay back, her warm back on his sweaty chest. She turned her head and kissed him with her thick lips, their tongues meshing together. Running Fawn took his cock in her mouth and lovingly cleaned it. At the same time she drove her fingers into the big woman's love canal.

Black Moon quickly had another smaller orgasm as she kissed Harley under the girl's manipulations. Running Fawn then concentrated her efforts on his big dick. She tongued him and stroked him, urging him to become bigger and bigger.

Black Moon broke the kiss and Harley said, "I'm not sure it's worth her efforts. I came pretty hard."

Black Moon laughed and replied, "You had better find a way, white man. The next one is hers and if I know Running Fawn she won't stop until she's satisfied."

She got off him and stood naked before them. Harley could now see the little squaw working on his penis and staring deeply into his eyes. He was pretty sure he could accommodate her after a while. 

Black Moon spoke, "Have her tonight, white man. Have her tonight, for tomorrow you die."

"But..."

"White one, you have a magnificent organ," Black Moon said, as she pulled her loin cloth on and slipped her beaded chest covering in place. "And with your hands untied I imagine you would be a wonderful lover. But I must kill you. To not do so would give me a great loss of face. And believe me, being the leader of this tribe is difficult enough as it is. Enjoy the girl tonight. She is sweet and young. Think not of tomorrow tonight."

She left the teepee. Once again, Harley watched her rippling body stride away from him. He found it impossible to believe he'd ever mistaken her for a man.

His erection had subsided a bit at her words, but when Running Fawn turned herself around so her sweet red pussy enveloped his face as she worked her magic on his penis he started to rise again. It was also possible because for the first time a plan was beginning to form in his mind.

He had to get the girl to cooperate. He had a hunch she was smitten with him from her doleful glances. And as he grew in her mouth he felt certain of the way to do it. He dove his tongue into her flesh matching her matchless work on his cock with a talent of his own.

Besides, she tasted so fucking good.

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Comanche Lust Ch. 04



When Fran Dodd looked out her kitchen window and saw the rider astride his horse in her yard, she was startled. Startled because her first hope was that it was Reese Harley, and startled second because the man was big and black.

She opened the door cautiously. Behind her back she held Lester Dodd's big army Colt.

"What do you want?" she asked. She wasn't afraid but apprehensive.

"Name's Longfellow Polk, ma'am," the man replied. "Huntin' me a man I think mighta come through here. Maybe 'bout a week ago."

He was after Reese. Fran Dodd lied, "Ain't seen no one in a least two months."

"Sure? Fella named Reese Harley? 'Bout six feet tall."

Fran kept her blank stare.

Polk went on: "Well, shucks, guess I lost his trail. Listen, ma'am..."

"The name is Dodd."

"Miz Dodd. You reckon I could put up for the night here? I could bunk in the barn, if you like. Looks like we might get some rain coming from the west."

She considered it. She had to find some way to protect Reese.

"That would be fine. And you can stay in the house by the fire."

"Well, thank you kindly, ma'am," he said, getting down from his horse. "And to repay your kindness."

He rummaged in his saddle bag and produced a bottle of whiskey. "Hope you like spirits."

The whiskey was good.

Fran made a supper of beans and bacon and over the meal she learned that Reese was wanted for the murder of Mexican woman, the daughter of diplomat stationed in Texas. She wanted to protest that the Reese she knew could never harm a woman but couldn't give herself away. Polk was not perusing the fact that he had been there so she had to leave it alone as well.

She began to think of a way to at least give Reese a longer head start. The black man had a dark sensuality about him. And the parts of her that Reese had reawakened were feeling that temptation.

After a couple hours conversation, Polk rose from the table, saying, "Guess I better get my bedroll and lay it out front a that fire."

He had turned fully from her before she found her voice. "I don't see why."

Polk stopped and turned to her. She was fine, with her strong jaw and heavy bosom. He knew from their talk that she was spirited. 

"Jez what you got in mind, Miz Dodd?" he asked.

Her eyes blazed as she stood up.

"I think maybe you might as well call me Fran, Mister Polk."

She wasn't sure if she was protecting Reese or if she was trying to keep the black man there for herself. Her desires were jumbled by the alcohol. But she moved to Polk and taking his large hand in her own, marveling at the difference in the color, she rose on her toes to kiss his thick, raison colored lips with her own pale thin mouth. Their tongues played softly for a moment.

Fran said, "I think you'd be more comfortable in my bed."

Polk looked into her green eyes.

"I think you might be right, ma'am," he replied.

She led him by the hand into the bedroom where she and Reese Harley had made love only a week ago. Where no love had been made for so long before that.

Fran unbuttoned Polk's shirt and brought it down off his body, exposing his dark muscular chest and arms. Lester Dodd has once bought her a square of chocolate from Paris, France. The man's skin was the same rich deep color as the candy. Unlike Harley and her husband, Polk was completely hairless. She ran her hands down his arms and chewed the black nipples.

Then she undid her own belt and pulled her shift over her head to show him her sweet, voluptuous body, softened with age. Her heavy brown tipped breasts swayed in their weight. Her broad hips and ass jiggled pleasingly.

Polk was excited by her. This lonely farm widow who took what she wanted. He drew her to him mashing her big tits into his chest and kissing her thin lips, thrashing her tongue with his own. Her arms went around his neck and she held herself there as he explored her mouth. Now, that they were so enrapt, thoughts of Reese were fading in her mind.

Abruptly Polk, ended the kissing and hands on her shoulders, pushed her to her knees. She looked up at him, from her naked perch.

"Don't tell me you ain't been curious," Polk said. "Get to it."

Fran gazed at the bulge in his crotch. The promise was almost too exhilarating. She brushed at the protuberance with her lips then deftly unbuckled his belt and popped the buttons on his fly. She peeled the tan britches from his black skin until she saw the object of her hunger. His black penis, soft but still large, the head in its foreskin nestled between his impossibly huge balls.

He stepped out of his pants and stood before her. Fran's eyes never left his cock, which twitched slightly at her interest. It grew a little and the purple head peeked out of the bonnet. She gloried in the musky smell of the black man.

Finally, without using her hands, she took the big head of Polk's dick in her mouth. Sucking on it softly as it grew, she fed more and more of it to herself until the head banged the back of her throat. Then she drew her mouth achingly slowly off his cock.

She lifted his full length, for he was very hard now, and examined his penis. The color was glorious, like a cloud filled night. Except for the wide, dark purple head. Polk was longer than Harley, though she judged Harley to be slightly thicker.

Fran looked up at him. "Longfellow, indeed." She smiled.

She lifted so his length laid against his stomach, the head touching above his navel. Then she stuffed his ball sack into her mouth, sucking the big nuts and brushing his shaft lightly. He was nearly hairless down there and the flesh felt so good on her tongue.

When she had her fill, Fran released his balls, and finding a drop of pre-come on his glans, licked it off, savoring the taste. No different form a white man's semen. She ran her tongue all over the head of his prick. It began to pulse it her mouth.

She looked up into his face again and saw the grimace there.

Polk dug his fingers in her graying hair with the white streak, and said, "Suck me. Drink my jizz, Fran."

She quickly gripped the base of his cock and took his length in her mouth. She sucked him hard and worked her lips up and down on his meat, jerking him with her hand. With her other hand she squeezed his balls in their sacks and eventually worked underneath to brush his asshole.

Polk fucked her mouth, his hips a blur as he drove himself into her. Finally he seized and shot gobs of come down the old woman's throat. She held him in her mouth frantically gathering every drop. When he was done she regretfully removed her mouth from his pecker. But she held onto it and kissed it gently all over the black flesh.

Polk sucked in a deep breath and said, "That was real good, Miz Dodd. One a the best."

He lifted her off the floor and hugged her to him. They kissed and he tasted his come on her breath though she had swallowed every drop. Polk always liked it when they swallowed. His massive dick throbbed between them and Fran felt it against her stomach. She reached her hand in and felt the hard, dark flesh.

"Oh my, so soon," she moaned.

She broke from Polk and laid down on the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Put your beautiful cock in me, Mister Polk."

Polk assumed the position and placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her cunt. He eased the purple knob in. She accepted it readily--she was incredibly wet. He thrust his length in her willing pussy. A cry rose in her throat as the long black tube split her open. Fran put her hands on his chest to stop him but his strong arms held him firm.

"Too much, Mister Polk. Too much. Please," she cried.

"You'll get used to it," Polk replied. He used his powerful thighs to force his cock in and out of the woman's vagina. When her cries turned to moans, he lifted himself to his toes in a push-up position and really started to fuck her. His cock rammed to the hilt where his balls slapped against her anus. The more he screwed her the wider she spread herself, acclimatizing her pussy to get more of his ebony cock into her.

Soon, he found that place within her that was her magic place. He slowed and worried the little place with the big head of his cock. Within seconds, Fran Dodd was writhing in ecstasy beneath the big black man. She came on his big member, pulling at her pendulous tits as she did. When she was done, Polk drove himself fully in her and ceased all motion. He laid his heavy body on the white woman and kissed her gently.

"I told you you'd get used to it," he said.

"Oh my," she said. "So good. So full of you."

Polk fucked her gently.

"Did you come?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"Oh, please come in me, Mister Polk," she begged. "I want your seed."

He started to fuck her harder. Drawing his massive cock in and out of the well used place. She accepted his pace and squeezed her cunt muscles on his dark intruder. Soon, he penetrated deep into her and held the big dick there as the white semen spurted against the back of her cunt. She came again as she felt the powerful jet stream.

"OHH, YES!" they screamed in unison.

Afterward, they lay spent in each other's arms until Polk's dick softened and dropped out of her. He disentangled himself from her and went to the other room, returning a moment later with the whiskey bottle. He drank deeply as he gazed down at her voluptuous body. He offered her a taste of the alcohol which she accepted, then he poured a fine line of the burning stuff down between her tits and over her stomach. He licked the whiskey from her skin.

Then he put the bottle down and lifted her soft tits, taking the leathery nipples into his mouth. They sprang to life under his tongue.

"Ever had your tits fucked, Fran?"

Her eyes widened and her nipples got even harder, stretching the skin to long plugs.

"Never," she replied.

Polk gathered spit on his tongue then deposited it in the crack he had made between her breasts. He sat over her stomach and revealed his new erection to her. It was long and hard, the banana curve angled upward.

"Hold your tits together for me, bitch."

Fran was shocked at the word. But also strangely titillated. Reese had been so polite and gentle. This powerful black man was harder, his fucking bordering on violence. It thrilled her deep in some heretofore unknown place within her chest.

She pushed her breasts together and held them for him as he entered her flesh. His immense cock head emerged toward her chin and she dripped to lick it with her tongue. He withdrew and impaled the soft rubbery skin again and again. Each thrust landed the glans in her warm mouth.

Then he stopped. He got off her and said, "Turn around."

She did as she was ordered. And he straddled her head, placing his balls above her mouth when he thrust deep into the skin of her teats. She nibbled the monstrous seed filled sacks voraciously as he fucked her. 

"Not there, bitch," he said. "I want you to suck my black asshole. Stick you tongue in it, you cunt."

He fucked her tits and her tongue found the place where he wanted it. She licked and probed the dark place as his nuts bopped against her chin. Polk leaned forward and drove his fingers in her cunt, rubbing the clit, working her toward orgasm. Fran rolled her hips forward to give him better access and he knew he had her. She was enjoying the rough treatment as he had suspected she would.

After moistening it with saliva, he stuck a finger longer than most men's dicks into her asshole. The skin separated easily and he knew this woman was no virgin there.

"Oh, yes," she moaned in his asshole. She replaced her tongue with a short thick finger in his hole and kissed his balls.

"Yeah, bitch," he said. "Now you gettin' the idea. You as good as a couple whores I met recently."

He fucked her anus with his digit and her tits with his huge cock. Before long he was ready to come for the third time that night. While the soft flesh of her tits felt great, he didn't want to waste it on her belly. He wanted to make her eat another load of his come.

"Open your mouth, bitch."

He shifted his hips back and plunged his cock down her throat. Also leaning down to work her clit with his long red tongue. She came quickly from the manipulations and from sheer lack of oxygen as the large cockhead was blocking her airway. Polk eased his cock out a bit and screamed into her pussy, "Suck it, bitch."

She had only started to suck when the huge head erupted in her mouth, sending its warm juice flowing on her tongue and against the back of her throat. She fucked his ass with her finger and rubbed the place between his asshole and nutsack with her thumb. 

Polk rose up and bellowed as he came. His finger remained in her anus and he stuck a big thumb in her twat. He fucked her mouth until he was drained dry.

When they were done he arranged himself next to her on the bed.

"Yo' is good for a nasty old white woman," he said.

"Why are you so mean?"

"Why not? You been lying to me all night, bitch."

"What do you mean?"

" 'Bout Reese Harley. He been here. If I ain't mistaken he been in this bed from the smell."

She looked away.

He brought his hand to her face and turned it back to him. "If I ain't mistaken 'bout somethin' else, he been in yo' asshole as well."

Fran Dodd crimsoned. She had been found out. Her plan to protect Harley had gone weirdly out of control. Now, all she wanted was to be humiliated more by this black man with his weapon of a cock.

Polk continued, after a jolt of whiskey, "So what do yo think, bitch. Yo' want a real man up your ass."

A shiver went through her at the thought. Her nipple hardened against his chest. He laughed deeply.

"I guess yo' do," he said.

"Please do it," Fran Dodd breathed.

"You got some cookin' grease?"

She nodded.

"Well yo' better get it. Gonna take a lotta juice to slide this big log in your shit chute." He lifted his black cock and waved it at her. "Git yo' fat ass out there an' git it, white whore. Then git back here and suck this thing hard agin'"

Fran scrambled off the bed and into the other room. Polk enjoyed watching her ass cheeks jiggle as she moved.

She was back in an instant with a can of lard.

"Get over here, bitch," he said. "And suck this big thing to life so's I can do your ass."

As she moved to the bed, his cock unfurled and flopped like a snake. Polk was turned on by the way she followed his orders so willingly. Fran took him in her mouth and intently sucked him, using her hands to stroke his shaft and balls. Very soon the black tube was very long and very hard. To the woman it seemed even larger than before, now thicker even than Harley.

"Yo best spread that grease on it," Polk said. "It's time to introduce him to your white butt."

Fran scooped some lard out of the can and spread it over his cock. She even greased his ballsack. The black skin gleamed. She stroked him until a drop of precome appeared at the tip of his cock, which she bent to lick up.

"Jesus," Polk said. "That grease sho' makes yo' hand job good. I could come right here. But, I ain't goin' to. Lay down on yo' back, bitch. I wanna see yo' fat white titties while I fucks yo' ass."

He moved so she could do as he said and took the place between her out stretched thighs.

He roughly handled her big breasts. "Had me a nanny back on the plantation had thick nipples like you. Only hers were beautiful black not shit brown. Still yours plenty fun to chew on though."

Polk took her nipples in his mouth and bit each one till she mewed for him to stop.

"Spread yo' big fat cheeks for me. Open that asshole wide."

Fran Dodd rolled up into a ball and reached down. She took an ass cheek in each hand and spread herself for him, revealing her two holes. 

Polk took the head of his penis and placed it at the entrance of her cunt.

She said, urgently, "But I thought--"

Polk replied, "Oh, I'm goin' to git there. But first I'm gonna find that spot of yours and git you ready to come when I fuck yo' ass."

He slid about three inches of his cock meat in her and found the spot on inside of her pubic wall. She gasped when he found it. He fucked her gently with only that much cock, hitting the spot each time until she was writhing on the bed. When he felt she was ready to come he stopped and pulled out.

Fran let out a mew of disappointment.

"Thas just to git you ready, bitch. Now spread them ass cheeks."

He rolled her up even more and spread a dollop of lard on he asshole. It opened easily to his finger and he stuck it in to the second knuckle. Then he placed his cock head against her ass hole and quickly pushed the big head in.

She gasped at the size.

"Oh, be easy. Go slow."

"Bitch," he said. "Yo' missin' the point."

Then he plunged half his cock in her bunghole. Fran tried to move away, but he held he legs. "Best not fight it," he said. "It's coming out your throat."

"No. Can't take it. Too much."

"Shoulda thought bout that before yo' lied to me."

He took his prick out and plunged it in again, this time sending the head deeper into her shit. She beat his chest and screamed out in the pain.

"Think I'm goin' to get it all in on the next one, bitch."

Polk reared back and drove into the little bud one more time and indeed his entire ten inch dick disappeared in her asshole. Fran Dodd pushed at his chest and arms seeking escape but there was none to be had.

"Now, get ready to be fucked, you white whore. Shit, I might even give yo' a couple dollars after this," Polk degraded her.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders and began screwing her hard. Both pumping his prick in and out of her anus and pushing the woman's hips back and forth. 

Soon, Fran stopped her fighting and said, "Oh. my God."

She lay there for a moment accepting the assault, then she couldn't help it, she drove both hands into her cunt and began pounding her clit frantically.

Polk laughed deeply when she did this and fucked her harder. The length of his cock felt incredible in her ass and she began moaning, "Yess, yes, yes. Fuck me, Mister Polk. I'm going to come. Come while you fuck my ass with your big black cock. Fuck me. Fuck me, my master."

He grinned at the word. Master. Indeed he was, at this moment. Master of all that mattered in this room. In this house. He fucked her relentlessly and soon his orgasm was impending.

"Goin' to come now. Goin' send my black seed deep in yo' asshole, bitch."

"Yes, do it. Do it now. Oh, oh my god, I'm coming with you. It's so good."

As she writhed in her orgasm, Polk sent his lance in her ass and came in huge spurts, his cock head throbbing inside her.

"Oh, I can feel you," she exclaimed and came again.

Polk stayed inside her until he was completely finished, then pulled out and held his softening dick to her lips.

"Clean it off."

Fran licked the huge, come stained head, then ran her tongue over the entire length and mass of his cock. She cleaned it willingly, lovingly.

When she was done, Polk said, "Got to get some sleep."

He laid down on the bed and took her pillow.

When she brought her head to his, he said, "Not up here, bitch. Git yo' head down there so if somethin' pops up in the night, yo' can take care of it."

Fran dutifully, moved down on the bed and rested her head on his thigh. His penis was limp but still a thick six or seven inches long, the testicles hung down on his thigh in their slack sacks. She put her face against the magnificent organ and soon heard Polk snoring above her. Her asshole hurt but she was strangely content in this slave position.

Half way through the night she woke to the big snake probing her cheek. She couldn't tell if Polk was awake or not, but took the massive member in her mouth and sucked him softly. He made no response as his cock grew in her mouth. Soon, she felt the warm semen on her tongue as he filled her mouth with his orgasm.




Comanche Lust Ch. 04



Only when she released his cock and laid her head back down did he pat her gray head and say, "Dat's a good girl. Dat's a good slave. Yo' can jerk yo'self off now."

He fell asleep as she placed her hand against her clit and touched herself. She came as she smelled the strong odor of his sex.

The next morning , Fran told Polk all about Reese Harley.

The black man shook his head. "Yo' one wild old white woman, ain't yo'?"

Fran blushed. She said, "But, I must tell you, Mister Polk, Reese could never have killed a woman. Mexican or not. He can handle himself with a man, I'm sure. But it just isn't in him to harm a woman." 

Polk sipped his coffee. "Don't matter to me. They's a wanted poster for him and that's the job. Bring 'em in. I'm a bounty hunter, Fran. It's what I do."

He had none of the anger this morning that had sparked their love making. Indeed, he had simply dressed while she told him her tale. She had fixed coffee and breakfast in her thread bare robe, her swollen nipples pushing at the fabric. She knew he was ready to leave. She had told him that Reese had set out to the south west.

"Comanche territory?" had been his reply. "Yo' think who's not on the run would strike out for Comanche territory if he didn' have to?"

"I didn't say he wasn't on the run. I said he was innocent."

Polk stood to go. Fran reached out, putting her hand on his big arm. Polk looked into her eyes, green and begging.

"Need some more, Mrs. Dodd? Need some more black meat?"

She nodded slightly, a small tremor made it's way through her nether parts.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say you need this black cock."

"I need it."

"Need what?"

"I..I need your black cock."

"Say it again."

"I need your black cock. I need it so much, Mister Polk."

Polk laughed. He turned her and bent her over the table, whipping the back of her robe up to reveal her big ass. He reached down and dipped his fingers in her wet snatch.

"Oh, yo' is ready, ain't yo'. Gonna be missing this when I'm gone, Mrs. Dodd?"

"Yyeess," she moaned.

Polk undid his trousers and let them drop to his ankles. His cock was hardening as he placed the head against her cunt lips. He moved the big thing around, letting it slip a bit inside her then removing it. Soon he was engorged to his full ten inches and she was begging for him to fuck her with it.

He set the head at her entrance and, with one powerful thrust, sent the black pole into her cunt. She bellowed as she accepted it. Even though, after all they had done, it went easily to the hilt, she screamed at the thrust.

He held himself fully in her as she writhed on his cock. He slapped her ass as she brought herself to a series of quick orgasms. Then he grabbed a fist full of her gray hair and started fucking her with hard, balls deep thrusts that gave her a huge, earth shattering explosion.

"Oh, my god, my god, so deep, so fucking deep...want to go on forever...want you in me forever...God," she mewed and howled, reaching back to his ass and pulling him full into her.

When she was done, she lay on the table in a state of semi shock. Polk turned her over on her back and spread the front of her robe, exposing her slack breasts with their rigid pebbles of nipple.

"Want to suck yo' tits while I come."

He bent to her breasts and Fran placed a hand at the back of his head. He slowly screwed her and nibbled at her tits, gradually increasing momentum until he reared back and drove his blackness deep into her white self. He hollered as he sent his come flying into her pussy.

When he was done, he pulled out. Fran stared at his glistening black weapon, but he drew his pants up and fastened them.

He said, "Thanks, Mrs. Dodd." And left.

Fran laid on the table, listening as he saddled his horse and mounted, hearing the clop-clop of the horse's hooves as he rode away. She laid on the table and made her desicion.

Within an hour, Lester's colt and her shotgun in tow, she mounted the old gray mare and was on her way. She really had no idea what she would do when she found them, if she found them, nor which one she was after more. But she would work it out. She had to.

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Comanche Lust Ch. 05



Belle Starr felt the air leave the room. She looked up from pouring a whiskey to see all the men leaning back a little and her girls literally frozen in place. Then she saw the reason for this sudden, shocked calm.

Oh Shit, she thought. Not him again!

Standing in the saloon door way was the biggest, meanest, most cruel customer she had ever had. He stood six foot six and was as broad as the hind end of a horse. His grizzled red beard and wild red hair framed a sunburned face as he glared about the room, challenging one and all to dare to step out of line. His buckskin clothes reeked of sweat and grime, the long fringe worn ragged. Two big colts were stuck into his thick leather belt. But from the waist down was the surprise. The giant wore a tartan kilt! It was as dirty as his other clothes and hanging to his knees which were thick like tree limbs. Indian moccasins and leg wraps adorned his feet and calves. 

Slowly, Big Angus McLoud stepped into the room and moved toward the bar. He spied what seemed to be the largest cowboy in the room and gave him a special threatening eyeful. The man turned and quickly brought his beer glass to his lips. McLoud reached the bar.

“Belle, m’lass.” His accent thick with Scottish burr.

“Angus.”

“I’ll take a pitcher a that swill you call beer,” the big man said, as he leaned on the bar. A heavy groan came from the wood and Belle winced. She drew the beer and slapped it down in front of him.

“McLoud, you behave yourself while your here, this time,” she said. “I don’t want anything broken. Not furniture. Not heads. You mind yourself, you hear. Your not in those goddamn mountains you call home.”

McLoud lifted the pitcher and took a long draught of it before he spoke.

“Don’t worry, lass. I’m in a good mood this time. Had a good year in the hills. Plenty a skins came back with me.”

“Well, just because you only get to town twice a year don’t mean you can tear things up,” Belle replied. “And if you hurt any of my girls again, I’ll see you never hurt another one. I promise you that.”

The big man laughed. “Now speakin’ a that. You got any Mexican lassies on ye payroll, Belle? You know I’m partial to the little senioritas.”

Belle looked down, but then nodded. “Yes, we have a Spanish girl here.” 

She was concerned for the girl. Belle herself had been forced to accommodate Angus McLoud once. He hadn’t hurt her but his equipment had left her sore for a week.

McLoud slammed the bar top with a hand like a ham and said, “Well, give me a bottle and send her up. My room empty?”

“Yes, it’s empty.”

McLoud drained the pitcher of beer and accepted the bottle of whiskey Belle offered him. “That beer is piss. Wish you had a good Scottish ale in this dump.”

Belle replied, “Mind your manners, Angus.”

McLoud laughed again and headed for the stairs. “Send the Mex up.”

“Aren’t you going to at least bathe first?” Belle asked his back.

He kept walking but called back to her, “Maybe for the next one. Got six months built up. Gotta let Hubert loose some. No time for a bath now. Send her up.”

He climbed the stairs and paused at the top. Every eye in the room was on him as he turned to his audience. “You can all breath now. I ain’t hurt none of ye. Yet.”

McLoud gave the crowd a slow wink and moved down the hall.

And indeed, a collective sigh of relief entered the room.

Belle muttered, “Shit.”

She looked over to where her girls had been froze and spied the dark girl in the back.

“Lupe.”

The girl stepped forward, having heard the entire exchange between Belle and the mountain man. “Miss Belle, por favor, do I have to? Do I have to go with that horrible man?”

“That’s the business, Lupe. We can’t always pick and choose,” the madam replied. “If he evens tries to hurt you, you scream as loud as you can.”

She reached under the bar and lifted a sawed-off double-barrelled shotgun which she laid across the mahogany top.

“He won’t get away with it.”

The girl trembled, her soft rich lips quivered. She started toward the stairway.

“And, Lupe. Do whatever he wants. You don’t want to make him mad.”

Lupe nodded at her boss’s advice. Slowly, she ascended the steps to her fate.

Once at the closed door, she tapped lightly on it. So lightly she hoped he wouldn’t hear it. But a reply came: “About fookin’ time. Get in here, lass.”

Lupe opened the door and slipped into the room. She gasped as she saw Angus McLoud standing before her. He had removed every bit of clothing save his kilt. Red hair covered his entire torso, his massive broad chest and big belly, his arms and legs. Had he turned around, she was sure his back was full of hair as well.

But he didn’t turn around. He lifted his bottle to his mouth and before he drank said, “Ready to earn ye money, puta?”

As he drank he lifted his kilt and exposed his member. For the first time in her life as a whore, Lupe Valez was frightened. She had never seen a cock so long nor so thick. A week before a handsome black man had loved her lush lips with his own ebony dick. But his was nothing compared to this dangerous looking thing. 

McLoud set the bottle down and grasped his cock at its base. It bobbed in the man’s hand like a rattlesnake waiting to strike. She couldn’t tell if the man was manipulating it or if the cock had a life of it’s own. Huge veins seemed to rip through the red flesh. Lupe’s greatest fear was--it wasn’t even hard yet!

“Come on, lassie,” McLoud said. “Get over her and down on your knees. Give auld Hubert here a little kiss.”

Lupe obediently walked to him but before she knelt he caught her chin in his big smelly hand. He rubbed her mouth with his thumb eventually parting her lips and inserting it.

“My, you do have some pretty lips. Nice and thick. And brown. I think I’m gonna like this. Go on, lovely. Get on down there and wrap those pretty lips around Hubert’s bald head.”

Lupe got to her knees and tentatively touched the massive penis before her. McLoud released his monster to her grasp and said, “That’s it, lovely. But you better use two hands. Don’t want any accidents, do we?”

The whore put both hands on his cock and still the flesh exposed was bigger than that of most normal sized men. Lupe had once had a sweet tangerine. The head of his prick was close to the same size and the oozing slit was nearly as big as the fruit’s navel. The musky smell was so strong it made her head swim.

“Kiss it, bitch.”

Lupe gently put her lips to the chewy flesh of his penis. A knowledgeable cock sucker, she began planning her attack on this monstrosity. With her soft lips still kissing the head, she shot her pink tongue out and licked the oozing slit. She was rewarded with a drip of pre-come and a groan deep in the chest of the giant before her.

McLoud stuck his fingers in her thick black tresses. “That’s it, lass. Lick Hubert. Lick him all over.”

The whore broke her kiss with the crown of his prick and, lifting the weight of it, drew her tongue the length of the underside until she came in contact with his testicles. She was not surprised at their size but that, given his hairy body, she was curious that the were completely bald. She barely sucked one in her mouth and then gave the other a thorough tongue lashing. This produced another groan from her client.

“Oh, lassie. Belle picked a good one when she found you,” he said, removing his hands from her hair and undoing the clasp of his kilt. He had to drop the cloth to do this and for a moment it cascaded over Lupe’s head trapping her underneath with the monster cock. But quickly it was tossed aside, and she resumed her work.

As she lapped her tongue on his flesh, McLoud reached down and roughly pulled the top of her peasant’s blouse down, revealing her pleasantly plump tits. Round and soft to the touch, he fingered her dark nipples to life until they became a pleasing shade of plum.

“Lovely tits, me lass. Think I’ll enjoy fucking them.”

Lupe would much rather have him use her breasts to pleasure himself, rather than have to try to deep throat the monster. So she pulled her mouth away. But he caught her head and pressed her mouth back on him.

“Nay, nay, my whore. I’ll enjoy them later. Now, I want you to take Hubert in your pretty Spanish mouth. That’s where he’s going to come first.”

“Por favor, senior. You are so beeg. Please,” she lifted one of her tits and massaged it. “Don’ you want fuck my pretty titties first?” She smiled, white teeth sparkling.

The big man laughed and grabbed the back of her head. With his other hand he grabbed his penis. “Nay, slut. I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth. Now, open up!”

He pulled her head forward and pressed the head of his dick to her lips. Lupe had no choice but to open her mouth and accept his thrust. She stretched her lips as wide as possible and the blunt cock head entered her mouth.

“Suck it!”

She worked her tongue underneath the mass of flesh in her mouth and made some slurping noises around it. It felt like she had a billiard ball in her mouth. From experience, she knew the main thing she had to do was relax. And also maybe a little diversion. She reached around his hips and found the hairy cheeks of his ass. Lupe pulled him toward her and three or four inches of his cock went into her mouth. She released his ass and then pulled him to her again letting his dick slide to the tip then reenter her mouth.

“There we go, lass. Now you’re sucking my big dick.”

For a few moments, Lupe fucked this portion of McLoud’s dick with her mouth. Then he released his own hold on his shaft and grabbed the back of her head again. She quickly grasped the base of his cock and, with her other hand, slipped under his huge ballsack and found his anus. She massaged the ring of flesh.

McLoud roared with laughter. “You little spitfire, you! You certainly know your business, lass.”

Soon, Lupe was gaining ground and had seven or eight inches pumping in and out of her mouth. Enough so her nose bumped the top of her hand at the end of each trip. She increased the speed and the giant spread his legs to brace himself. She inserted the tip of her finger in his anus and fucked it in and out. His breathing became ragged and he held her head tighter as he took over the motion. Finally his bellow filled the room as he thrust into her mouth and held himself there.

“That’s it, bitch. Take my come. Suck Hubert dry.”

Lupe felt the warm flow as his semen flooded her tongue. Indeed, there was so much she felt like she was drowning in come. But McLoud held her fast and, swallowing as quickly as she could, she soon had his load down her throat. 

When he was done, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it over her face. It was still remarkably long and hard but was now bent downward, the weight of the huge cockhead bending the shaft.

“Get your clothes off and get on the bed,” he ordered.

Lupe got up and quickly removed her blouse and skirt. When Mcloud saw her rounded ass and tawny back, he immediately thought of Consuela. He remembered the taste of the girl’s cinnamon colored skin. The smell of her sweet breath as his hands closed around her throat...no, he put Consuela from his mind.

The whore was lying on her back on the bed. McLoud ripped four long pieces of fringe from his buckskin coat. As he moved to her his massive cock bobbed against his big belly. The very thought of Consuela had made him hard again.

Lupe eyed his cock and the fringe alternately. She could see what was up with one and wondered what was up with the other.

“Now, lassie,” McLoud spoke. “I don’t want you to have to worry about moving around.”

He grabbed the foot nearest to him and quickly tied the ankle to the bed post. Within seconds he had her four limbs bound to the bed. As Lupe lay there spread-eagled, her gaping pussy starting to moisten in spite of her fear.

He pressed his bearded face to hers and drove a long snaking tongue in her mouth. Then he started licking his way down her body. He tongued the jutting brown nipples into hard grapes, which he suckled greedily. He made his way over her flat stomach, lightly fucking her navel with his wet weapon. By the time he reached her cunt, she was soaked. Her smell, sweet for a whore, drove him into a delirium. He assaulted her place with his tongue and fingers. The taste so like Consuela, the flesh as pliant as that young virgin’s had been.

He remembered her as he orally attacked the whore. Consuela. The diplomat’s daughter. The laughing, dancing virgin. Then he remembered her taunts at him. He remembered driving his big cock into her young cunt as Lupe screamed in orgasm.

The scream brought him back to the present. “Ahh, lassie. Now you’re ready for me.”

He took position between her bound thighs and notched the head of his dick into the mouth of her canal.

“Now, girl, you just take a deep breath. I’m giving all Hubert to ye in one stroke.”

Lupe’s eyes widened. “Por favor...” she stammered.

McLoud put a big hand over her mouth. “Por favor? Why, certainly, glad you want him.”

Lupe looked down to where the thick monstrosity probed the lips of her cunt. Even with the man’s big belly she could see six or seven inches of hard flesh. She knew there had to be at least twice that amount hidden. Involuntarily, she started to squirm.

“Oh, you want to fight a bit?” His blue eyes bore into her brown ones. “It won’t do you any good.”

With that, he reared his broad hips back and thrust forward, sending his prodigious cock fully into her pussy. Lupe, who had an experienced pussy, once again felt like a virgin down there. She bawled into his thick hand.

McLoud held himself fully into her, forcing her to adjust to his size. The whore continued squirming on his cock, trying to find a place where she didn’t feel impaled but a bull.

Consuela.

McLoud stared at the whore, watched her features change, watched them meld into a different face, into the face of one he had tried to love, into the face of one he had killed.

He started to fuck her relentlessly. Long hard strokes, that brought her screams into his hand. Brutal punishment was inflicted on the whore’s cunt by his massive rod. No. Not the whore’s cunt. Consuela’s cunt. Consuela’s warm wet cunt.

After many minutes, Lupe gave up fighting. Somewhere deep within her she felt a tingle, a tingle that was building into something more. Her nipples hardened again. She wanted so to touch them with her hands. To bring them to her mouth. But her imprisoned hands would not let her. The man was staring at her but he was miles away. He was screwing her ruthlessly, but he wasn’t even in the room.

McLoud looked down at Consuela. He removed his hand from her mouth and touched her lightly on the neck. He pumped himself in and out of her.

“Tell me to stop.”

“Wha...” Lupe, who found herself on the verge of coming, came back to him.

“Tell me to stop. Like she did.”

“I...don’t...want...you to stop!!”

McLoud tightened his fingers around her throat.

“Tell me to stop.”

Lupe felt the strong fingers squeezing her neck.

“Sstopp!”

But the man didn’t stop. He continued to squeeze.

“Stop!”

And he continued to fuck her. Brutally.

“Say it again!”

“Stop!”

But her plea was breathless. Because of his strong hand on her throat. And because she was coming. She let out a long silent moan.

McLoud saw her. “Consuela?”

He saw Consuela coming. Enjoying him. Enjoying his love. He quickly released her throat and with two hard thrusts buried himself in her cunt where he came in thick ropes of come. Came in his beloved Consuela.

Lupe was breathing laboriously, her nostrils flaring. And when she got her breath, she felt another smaller orgasm as she squeezed her cunt muscles on his erupting penis.

The man rested his heavy body fully on her and buried his face in her dark hair. After a few minutes, with his cock still inside her, he fell asleep.

Having no choice, bound as she was, Lupe made herself as comfortable as possible and soon joined him.

McLoud dreamt of Consuela. Of Reese Harley. Of finding them together that fateful day in her father’s hacienda. Lying in each others arms, their love palpable in the air. In his dream, he strangled Harley to unconsciousness as the girl screamed and beat on him to stop him. Then, with Harley’s naked body slumped to the foot of the bed, he lifted his dirty kilt and took her. He fucked her mercilessly, ignoring her screams to stop. In the dream, he put his hands to her throat and did not stop. When he came, great strands of his come filled her small virginal body. Only then did he remove his hands from her throat and, for the first time concerned for her well-being, he touched her passive face. 

“Consuela?”

In the dream, the girl’s brown eyes flared open in an instant.

“You animal! You pig!” she screamed. And she spit a great gob of saliva in his dumbstruck face.

Without so much as a thought, he shot his large hand out and slapped her face. Her head snapped with the force of the blow and she was motionless.

“Consuela?”

Nothing.

“Consuela?”

In the dream there was nothing.

He stood, frantic. Then, slowly, the dawning of an idea. He would not be blamed. He eyed the unconscious form of Reese Harley. He lifted the naked man and carefully placed him on the bed. Then, he took the man’s hand in one of his own and with this other hand he gave it a blow so as to leave a black and blue mark across the knuckles.

He would not be blamed for Consuela’s death. Her lover would. Her naked lover would be found with her dead body and the bruise on his hand would tell the story.

Lupe was awakened by the huge snake stirring inside her. The man began fucking her as he slept with short punching strokes. His cock quickly regained its full size. Maybe even larger to her sleepy state.

McLoud came fully awake. He looked down at the whore. Consuela was gone. Taken from his tortured mind. The girl’s eyes grew slitted and her nostrils flared as she felt the huge prick moving inside her. McLoud gave her his cock in long steady strokes as he brought her to orgasm. She came through clenched teeth, her cinnamon body writhing on his shaft.

When she was done, Mcloud withdrew from her. He rested his heavy cock on her belly. and took her breasts in his huge hands.

“What’s your name, girl?”

“Lupe,” the whore said meekly.

“You certainly have a beautiful mouth, Lupe. Take head of Hubert in your mouth when he slices through your pretty brown tits.”

He straddled his huge frame over her stomach and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to the valley he had made with her breasts. Then, holding her sweating orbs together, he thrust through the flesh to her waiting mouth. Lupe lashed her pink tongue out and licked the crown of his prick, then accepted the big thing in her mouth.

McLoud drew back and then fucked her flesh again. They got into a wonderful rhythm and soon, he lifted his prick above her and stroked himself as huge spurts of come erupted from the head to land on Lupe’s tits, throat, neck and face. She licked her lips to get a taste of him.

Finally, he bent over and put the head of his penis to her mouth.

“Pretty mouth. Suck him, suck Hubert dry with your pretty mouth, puta.”

Lupe opened her thick lips and he shoved his cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked the final remaining drops of come from him.

When he was finished, he got off the bed and stood before her, his great shaft soft and dangling between his legs. Quietly, for his head was free of his demons, he dressed in his buckskin and kilt. Finally he tucked his two revolvers in his thick belt. Then he took two large silver coins from his money pouch and laid one on each of her nipples. The metal covered her areola completely and the sticky semen kept them in place.

With a surprisingly gentle touch he caressed her lips with a large finger.




Comanche Lust Ch. 05



“Pretty, pretty mouth.”

Then he turned and left the room.

Lupe started to protest, to call after him, but resisted the urge. She would be found soon enough. Found tied to the bedposts with two ten dollar coins where her nipples should be.

It was dark down stairs but McLoud made it easily down the stairs and outside. He found his horse and mounted. It was clear to him now that Consuela was obliterated from his mind. Clear what he must do. McLoud had to find the only other female that had ever drawn the passion from him like Consuela had. He must find the chocolate colored Indian princess, Black Moon. There only union had not been at her behest, she had fought like a tigress. McLoud had forced the statuesque woman to bend to his will.

Well, he would find her and bend her again if need be.

“This time, lass, you will belong to me.”

He nudged his horse into movement.

“This time I will make you mine.”