The Gunslinger
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Chapter 11: Would I Shoot?
Western Sex Story: Chapter 11: Would I Shoot? - Slim Pickett was born in 1849, when he was fourteen years old he saw his father killed by raiders, the remnants of a Confederate gang. He killed his first men that day with a rifle while protecting his mother and two sisters from rape. This is the story of those years before becoming a lawman, the money he made and the beginning of his legend!
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Western Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Light Bond Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Nudism Prostitution Violence
I couldn’t help myself, I laughed at the very idea that this tub of lard, that ran a brothel was a lady! And she had killed three girls by smothering them while they were being forced to lick her pussy that was undoubtedly under those ponderous rolls of fat somewhere. But as I laughed hard, I didn’t take my eyes off her chubby hands! I had intentionally goaded her with my laughter! I hoped she would pull a gun on me! I had no qualms at all of killing her! She was the farthest possible thing from a lady as I could imagine!
She had to try and kill me, I already knew too much! While I couldn’t imagine what it would take to have her arrested with the Sheriff and the mayor being firmly in her corner given all the free pussy she provided to them. I couldn’t imagine the scaffolding and the size of rope that could effectively end her life without tearing her head off in the process! For that matter I wasn’t sure a bullet could penetrate deep enough through her layers of fat to hit a vital organ. I decided that a head shot was my only alternative!
As I laughed her right hand moved under her pillow. As soon as it reappeared holding a gun I was racing against time to kill the bitch before she shot me! I pulled my Colt and fired just a split second before she fired. Her bullet struck me in my left shoulder, missing my heart by four inches. Mine hit her right where I aimed it, directly between her eyes! It blew the back of her head out. She was dead and if I didn’t get some help right away I would be joining her!
Within thirty seconds the room had filled with girls! They were hardly dressed! They all looked at Lori, saw that she was dead and every one of them spit on her body! Three of them began treating my gunshot wound, both the entry and the exit wounds were stuffed with clean cloths and pressed in place until the bleeding had stopped. The big negro guard was sent to fetch the doctor. The doctor arrived within twenty minutes and was even sober! It was a good thing that this had happened when it did, another hour and the good doctor would have been drunk. That’s what happens when you were a Regimental surgeon in the Union Army during the Civil War! Too many men that couldn’t be saved, and too many that had been saved by cutting off their leg or arm! That would haunt even the best of men!
He patched me up and I was carried into a bedroom and cuddled by two women all night. They took care of my every need! I couldn’t get to sleep, too much excitement I guess! It always seemed to happen during a life and death situation. They both stayed awake and told me their stories. The first girl was named Constance Littleton.
Constance Littleton’s Story
“I was born the eighth child of twelve children. All of us were boys except for the last two. My mom died delivering the last one. I think she just gave up! My father was a drunk and a gambler, it was a very bad combination! After my mother passed, he was drunk most of the time. What little skill as a gambler he had was forgotten in his alcoholic haze. He lost money, unfortunately he lost more than he had to another gambler that was a cheat I found out later. I found out because my father put me up to cover his bet. He lost and I was given to the gambler! I was fourteen years old and a virgin.
The man, Snidely Whiplash, was a card sharp and a backstabbing robber. When he lost, the man he lost to would often end up dead, having been stabbed in the back and robbed. Snidely always seemed to have money after having lost all of it the night before. But that realization came later. The first night I was with him he had a bathtub delivered to his room. I told him I had taken a bath at the first of the month just two weeks ago, but he didn’t seem to care! He made me strip off my clothes and sent them by way of a porter to be burned. He sent for the concierge and had him send for a dressmaker. He had me get in the tub that had been delivered to the room and filled with hot water! It was June, we only used hot water in the winter.
He insisted that he wash me, using his hands and a bar of scented soap. He washed everything twice, and my kitty and between my buttcheeks three times. He touched me in places my father never touched. His fingers entered places on my body I didn’t even know were holes! His thumb went up my butthole three times. He took his time washing my titties and pinched my nipples on both of them. That surprised me, it sent these shocks into my kitty. I didn’t know what to think about it!
He had just dried me off when the dressmaker arrived. I stood there naked as the day I was born while he watched her take measurements of my entire body. She touched me in all my private spots. Her fingers played with my nipples and with the lips of my pussy. Even my butthole received attention, why those places needed measuring I have never figured out. But it did feel good.
Snidely asked her a question I didn’t understand, he asked the woman,
“Miss, are you a practitioner of the sapphic arts?”
She responded, “Yes! I certainly am and I also enjoy a cock!”
“I still don’t know why a chicken entered into that conversation!”
But soon the woman was taking even bolder liberties with my body, her hands cupped my small breasts and she ran them over my entire body. Then she kissed me on the mouth and forced her tongue inside my mouth. After several minutes she had me sit down and pulled my legs up, placing my feet at the edge of the upholstered seat next to my buttcheeks. Then she spread my knees apart! I had never been so exposed in my life! And in front of a man! Then she did the most unusual thing yet! She knelt before me and started kissing my kitty! She licked and sucked its length and then concentrated on my button at the top. It felt wonderful, she gave me feelings I had never felt before! Then something happened, I exploded in the most pleasurable way! She continued to lick and suck my kitty and I had that same feeling twice more!
Snidley picked me up and threw me on the bed. He then got on top of me and drove his thing into my kitty! It hurt for several minutes before it started to feel better. But before those feelings culminated in the same kind of explosion I had experienced with the woman, he started grunting and thrusting deep inside me and squirting something into me in pulses. He lay on top of me for a long time, his thing shriveled up and fell out of my kitty. What he shot inside me drained out onto the bed.
I was with him for almost two years! He did that thing many times and also would force me to take that same thing into my mouth. He would make me gag on it. He didn’t care! He would stroke it deep inside my mouth, I would gag and choke, he would move it out then back inside several times before he would pull my head all the way on his thing and shoot off into my stomach! I only got a little taste of what he called his “spend”, it didn’t taste very good at first. But I grew to tolerate it!
In the end he was caught cheating and the man who caught him was faster on the draw than Snidely was at deploying his forearm derringer. The man shot him in the chest and he died right there.
The sheriff determined that it was a justified shooting and awarded the man all of Snidley’s possessions, that included me! The new man was much kinder and gentler than Snidley had been. It was almost two weeks before he even wanted my mouth on himself. His name was Albert Finny, he was an Irishman and was sometimes hard to understand. He liked to drink! He was a drifter, sometimes a cowboy, sometimes a gambler and sometimes a railroad spike driver. Of all his skills he was best at driving those spikes! He certainly knew how to drive his spike into me!
After making him at least wash off his nasty smelling cock, I learned what the thing was called! I gave him a blowjob. He liked it! I did it often but only if it didn’t smell like the north end of a south bound mule! He only occasionally would fuck me! He was too drunk to even get it up most of the time! When he figured out that he could rent out my mouth for a quarter he started making several dollars a day off my mouth. The most he made in a day off me was nine dollars and seventy five cents! That was thirty nine blowjobs! My mouth was very sore after that long day!
He had a temper and when he was drunk it was worse! Three months or so after he acquired me he was drunk and a man tried to force me to suck his cock without paying, Albert hit him. The blow killed him and the people in the bar, friends of the newly deceased man, hung him! I became the property of the saloon since no one that hung him wanted to incriminate themselves by claiming me. I’ve been here ever since, almost two years now!”
The Second Girl’s Story
Victoria Freeman