The Pervert Of Tombstone

The cowboy again began the gentle rhythm of fucking. His legs were getting tired so he dropped to his knees. This made it easier to pump into her pussy, although he had less range. But from her movements she needed little. Just moving his cock inside her was enough to make her explode. He felt the hot pussy grasping most of his massive cock. He rocked gently while his hands explored her white, upturned ass. It was small and hard, just the way he liked them. He massaged her firm little ass cheeks while his cock made a slippery wet noise, sliding in and out of her pussy. His large cock was slightly bent to enter her at the right angle, while sitting astride her closed legs. He wished that there had been more light, because she seemed to be delicate and beautiful in the comparative darkness of the street lights. Her body was achingly white, because she had seen too little sun.

“Oh my, oh my,” Tammy chanted. She hunched her ass back and up to meet his gentle thrusts. Suddenly her movements became more sporadic, more frantic. She moaned in time with each trust of her tiny ass until she stiffened and screamed, low but long, jerking at the end of his long cock as if in her death throes. She shuddered and cried into the pillow, then collapsed in total exhaustion. The cowboy started to move again, but she screamed and reached behind herself, grabbing his cock so it could not penetrate her tortured pussy again.

“Enough, Brian,” she gasped, looking over her shoulder.
“Arnie,” he said with a smile, watching his quivering victim relax on the bed.
“What!” she bounced up off the bed.
“I said, my name is Arnie. Arnie Birch.”
“Oh God,” she rolled over, looking up at him in the darkness. “What… what happened to Brian?”
“I don’t know, he must have left. He was here when I passed out.”
“Oh God,” she said anxiously. “I am so sorry.”
“What!” he said in outrage. “Sorry for what?”
“For breaking in on you like this. For… fucking you,” she used the crude words she had heard before.
“Lady, I’d ask you to marry me, if I knew who you were. But in case you’ve forgotten, I’m not through yet. Can I continue?”

“Oh, no,” she said, pulling forward until his cock plopped out and dropped to the bed. She spun around and grabbed his slimy wet cock in the darkness. He sighed as her hot, red lips began sucking, while her hand ran up and down along the wet base of his cock. She enjoyed the taste of her own juice, she always had. She had tasted herself many times on her fingers, late at night in her own room. But this was different. She was assaulted by the abundant juices coating his huge cock. She took the time to lick and suck her way down to the base, then back up again to get all her juices off the massive member. She then slid the cock as far into her mouth as it would go, while sucking violently. Her hand flailed along the shaft, her mouth sucked and tongued the head of his cock diligently. His gasped told her that his orgasm was near. She redoubled her efforts until she heard him hold his breath, then cum began shooting from the end of his penis. She held her mouth and sucked the very end, while her slender white hand milked his giant penis of it’s juices. Finally he hissed and put a hand on her head. She took one last swipe of her tongue over the sensitive head, and released it reluctantly.

She searched the bedside table in the darkness until she found a long wooden match. She struck it, pulled the globe on the lamp and lit it. She turned to stare at the cowboy, after returning the globe. The smell of sulfur and kerosene mixed with the smells of sex. She sat blinking up at the cowboy in the light. He was handsome. Most of all, his massive cock lay wilted across his right leg like a dying snake.
“Howdy,” she said, suddenly bashful.
“Hey, little lady. Thanks for the visit… hey, I know you, you work at the bank!”
She nodded wordlessly.
“Well I’ll be danged.”
“Shut up and lay back, I need another fuck,” she pushed him to the bed and grabbed his irresistible cock.

Brain panted, looking down at the widow Fine’s mouth covering his cock. He was totally naked, in her rocking chair. He felt out of place between the little tables, dainty lamps, doilies, and frillery. He felt even more out of place when the old woman looked up at him, her cheeks sunken as she sucked on his cock, while stroking it’s base. He told himself that this was disgusting, perverted, perhaps. But his cock told him this was the best cunninglus he had ever had. She was good, real good. And that’s what really counted. He was even hot enough to want to see her naked.

“Enough,” he said, pushing her face away. “Take your clothes off,” he bent to help her with the buttons. She slapped his hand away and began unbuttoning her own dress. It was an nondescript blue dress with white pin stripes, and a starched white collar, similar to the dress he had seen her wear earlier. Her hair was put up in a bun, her black stockings showed as she pulled the dress up off her head and stood in a white undershirt and white pantaloons. She untied the ribbon on her undershirt and pulled it up off her head. For an old woman she had a phenomenal set of breasts. They were small cones which sagged slightly. They had large, stiff nipples and dark areolas around them. He craved a touch, but she pushed him away and reached down to the drawstring on her pantaloons. She pulled the bow and allowed the pantaloons to slide down off her body. Standing completely naked, Brian found it hard to believe that this body belonged to an 60 year old woman. Most 40 year olds would be proud to own a body such as hers.

She came to him now, putting an arm around his head and pulling him close as he captured one of her dark nipples with his mouth. He held her slender waist in his hands as he nursed like a baby. A euphoric look crossed her face. She leaned against his mouth and closed her eyes. She bent her head over his and fingered his greasy hair absently. His mouth was sending fire down from her chest to her pussy and ass. She could feel the electric pulses of energy filling her entire body with fire. She fingered his hair absently, while breathing heavily. Her other had went to his back, massaging it gently. His hands now claimed her small, firm ass. It reminded him a lot of Tammy’s small perfect ass, the one he had grasped just hours before.

Brian stopped nursing and pushed Gorgene back a step. He stood and spun her around so she was sitting in the chair. He pried her legs open and looked at her aging pussy. Without hesitation he lunged forward and captured it with his mouth.

Gorgene cried out, looking down at him in surprise. She closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. As the chair rocked back her pussy came up, making it even more accessible. Brian slid a finger inside her pussy and wiggled it slightly, while his tongue worried her clit. She cried and panted above him. It took only a moment for her first orgasm. She cried softly as her legs jerked around his ears. Finally she reached out to stop him. He sat back, wiping his mouth on his hand. He liked her taste. It was slightly fishy, with a touch of spices.

“My goodness, that was good,” Gorgene sighed, relaxing in the chair.
“Yeah, now it’s time to get down to business.”
“Business?” she asked in surprise. She expected him to ask for money. He pulled he from the chair, turned her and let her lay on the seat of the chair, with her ass protruding. He crawled closer on his knees and inserted his throbbing cock into her wet pussy. They both cried out as he thrust his cock up inside her. In a moment he began pumping into her pussy rhythmically. The chair rocked and creaked with each thrust of his pelvis. Gorgene gave out little moans of pleasure. Her face was turned to the side, with her left ear resting on the seat of the chair. She could feel the warm smooth wood on her ear. She held the back of her chair in her two tiny fists. The tendons stood out in her hands and wrists with the tension of her grasp.

Brian pumped away into her wet, mushy pussy. His hands were on her tiny ass. He looked at the reflection of the rocking chair back in the window, clearly visible against the blackness of the night sky. He looked down and massaged her back, while his cock slapped in and out of her quivering pussy. The fire built slowly. He listened to her panting, to her chanting and moans, to see how close she was to her own orgasm. He timed it well. In a moment they were both crying out. He mashed his pelvis tightly against her ass, feeling his cock shooting hot cum into her pussy. She forced her ass back against his pelvis and gyrated, enhancing her enormous orgasm, the third of the day. Finally they both collapsed with Brian laying across her back. He absently fingered her right breast and nipple, where it lay squashed out of shape on the dark, mahogany seat of the chair.

They talked a while, before he dragged his tired body back to his hotel room. He washed up again in the dark washroom. There was no attendant, no hot water, but he didn’t care. He was thinking about the amazing day he’d had.

“Good morning,” Tammy said brightly, as Brian entered the bank and turned the “Open” sign on the door.
“Hi,” he said in a dreamy voice.”
“I met Arnie last night,” she said in a harsh whisper.
“Did you?” he asked, not caring.
“He was wonderful. He’s got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” she said shyly.
“What? Who’s Arnie?” he asked in sudden interest, afraid he knew the answer before he asked.
“Your roommate,” she said with a skeptical smile.
“Oh God. You came to my room last night?” he asked in sudden horror.
“Oh yes, but you’d gone out. Lucky for me.”
He shook his head in regret. But there were other nights, other distractions. “Hey, can I do that again?” he asked, nodding toward her skirts.
“I can’t, Arnie wouldn’t like it. I’m meeting him for lunch,” she said happily.
“You know what will happen if you refuse me,” he warned.

“Are you kidding?” she asked in amazement. “Arnie would shoot you dead,” she laughed, counting out her drawer to make sure she had the right amount of change. “Now quit bothering me, I’m counting,” she said, watching him from the corner of her eye.
Arnie had been right, Tammy observed happily. She had nothing to fear from a pervert with a real man around. Of course if she ever had the urge for a good eating…