The Big, The Bad, The Bodacious Part 4
by GJ



Dear readers: This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to
actual people, events, locales and happenings is stricty coincidental. Enjoy
GJ

Willa had dreamed about a drink for the longest time. Her parched throat
craved it, something wet. As she enter the saloon, she took careful note of
her surroundings. She could see four desperados jawing away at the bar,
smoking thin cheroots, and getting plastered on rut gut. Once the swinging
doors slammed shut all eyes were on her. As she swayed inside, and moved
towards a table( of course always facing the double doors), the four men began
to leak precum. Her ass was that juicy, that round, that big, that tasty.
After all that time on the trail, her jeans stuck to the crack of her amazing
butt. In addition, like all her sister brethren, she had on a sleeveless
shirt. Her huge muscles radiated power. The men could see thick tufts of hair
against her suntanned arms. That tan enhanced her muscularity as the men saw
her move a chair closer. Her tris swelled, and had they been seafaring gents,
they would have called those muscles horseshoe crabs.

Looking around, Willa spied an old man, sweeping up. As he came close to her,
Willa could see he had two black eyes, a once busted nose and missing teeth.
Soon Pop, as he was called, was sweeping under her seat when Willa said, "Say
Pop, what the hell happened to you, who worked you over....and where can a
girl get a drink...and I mean a big glass of ice cold milk?" Well the old
geezer looked up from his chores and spoke in a toothless manner explaining,
"Thee them gents yonder, they is the ones who did thssss to me."

Now Willa hated a few things in life, but one of the major things on her list,
was people bullying weaker folks. She decided to settle the score and have
some fun too. She stood up, and flexed her huge, rippling, sweaty bis. This
was for the benefit of those four losers by the bar. Then she slowly walked
towards them, jutting out her well form breasts. In a minute she was next to
them. She could smell their stink from booze, cheap women, poor sanitary
habits and those stinky cigars. The men could smell her sweet sweat
intermingled with her very womanly ripeness. She turned to the barkeep and
ordered, "One large, very cold milk, and make it fast I am so parched and my
muscles need it bad." To emphasize her point , Willa flexed her huge quads.
All four men saw her tight trail-worn jeans split and her pillars of steel
jutted out. They stared at those hairy mounds of steel and ejaculated into
their Calvins ( oops wanted to see if you were still paying attention dear
readers).

Willa sighed and turned and spoke drawing the cowards into her web. "So boys,
what are you all jawin about, huh? She batted her lovely eye lashes at them as
she spoke. Her eyes said maybe. Her fists would say absolutely. The cowpokes
wanted her real bad...they remember taking turns with the school marm awhile
back. This pristine lady was found eventually beaten, raped and hysterical.
She ended up in a territorial hospital unable to communicate at all.

The smelliest of the bunch named Zeke, turned and said, "Milk, come on cutie,
you want a man's drink, try some of this." Then he lifted his glass and held
it out to her. The other men began to circle around Willa expecting to have
their way with her. Now we know they were dead wrong, right dear readers?
Willa kicked the nearest one in the balls, hearing them break. She saw gobs of
blood dripping from his well worn jeans. He then rolled over and passed out.

Willa went after the tallest one next. He was about 6'5, sandy haired and he
smelled like a goat. She punched him once in the jaw. This unfortunate soul
did a 180 degree turn and spit out some teeth as he lay sleeping, resting his
head on the bar. Soon the wooden platform was drenched in red mucousy blood.
"Two down, two to go", Willa said to no one in particular. She felt good that
one man had lost his jewels, another some teeth as well. Getting hot over the
beatings she was giving these four, she began to feel her pussy throb and
excrete some wet, thick juice.

Number three turned and tried to draw his pistol but Willa was to quick. She
took his gun hand and cracked it over her waiting right quad. She heard it
crack and his gun flew out of his hand, across the dirty spit-stained bar room
floor. Moaning, and in severe pain the now one handed gunman was further
reduced to ruble ,when Willa punched him dead in the face, breaking his nose
like it was a red egg. Soon snot and blood covered him and Willa too. Getting
splashed, she took a moment to make a mental note, that she really did need a
bath, especially now. Number Three was rolling on the floor next to Number
One. Their screams sounded like it might have been orchestrated .

One man was left, Zeke. Willa rotated her shoulders at that point, getting
ready to do him serious harm. Zeke took one look at her twin cannonballs of
muscle and almost passed out. He heard Willa say, "So you wanna jaw, sure we
can jaw!" Then she laughed at the joke she had just made. Poor Zeke had no
idea what Willa meant, but we do, don't we dear readers? He did not have long
to wait.

Willa lifted her fists and said, "Come her, boy and look and these." Zeke
could see her dripping, blood and gore stained fists. They were huge, imposing
battering rams. It was then he fearfully made in his pants. Willa, smelling
this, laughed. "I said come here, oh I guess its not boy but baby, hahhahaa."
She told Zeke to lick his partners assorted body parts off her steel mallets.
Well he did choking down all that mess. His eyes could not even focus anymore,
for he stared intently at Willa's wrecking balls.

Almost ready, Willa turned Zeke's face just the way she wanted. "Now you move
and I will shoot of your tiny dick off, got that?" Zeke stood still like a
rock on the clay backed desert floor. His female destructor pulled backed her
huge fist and punched him once right on the point of his dirty, unshaven jaw.
The result was predictable for it shattered, and his teeth flew out, like
roman candles on the Fourth of July. He flew across the bar landing upside
down against some bottles of whiskey behind the bar. Willa could see fragments
of face and blood delineate her fistic journey.

Well that did it, that last punch put our muscle lady over the edge. She
shuttered and came in buckets, filling up her well-worn jeans . Then she took
each man and propped him up with his jaw resting on the bar. They looked like
sleeping babies , all in a row. It was then that Willa took each fist and
hammered two men at a time right on their head. Bing. Bong. Boom. Bang. When
she had hit all four with her raw, unbelievable power, she surveyed her
handiwork.

Each man had no more jaw. Each had been pulverized to bits. The huge mirror on
the back of the bar was testimony to what was left. Tracks of jaw meat slowly
cascaded down along with splashed red. Willa slowly walked back to her seat,
spying the tall, cold glass of milk that Pop had left for her. She downed it
in one huge gulp. Sitting back contented, a milk mustache adorning her
beautiful full, sensuous lips, she laughed, as she saw the mess she had made
so easily. "Nice jawin with you boys, really nice", she yelled to the
unhearing, quite still bandidos.