Big Sally’s

All the whores called the town bully, ‘Big Al.’ Not because of the 44-caliber hog-leg he wore on his hip, but because of the ‘turkey neck’ that dangled between those hips.

His ‘turkey neck,’ as he loved to call it, was nearly a foot-long and almost as thick as a mason jar. When fully erect, it took on the characteristics of a turkey’s neck, his ball-sack, the angry red waddle and caruncles of a tom-gobbler and with a purplish head estimated to be the size of a 12-powder cannon ball.

It got so that none of the women would have sex with him, no matter how much he offered to pay. They all claimed that he was simply to big to comfortably, if not safely fuck because he was also much too rough once hard.

Angered by this, the known misogynist, decided while on a weekend bender, he’d simply take what they wouldn’t sell. He targeted Sally – a petite redhead with the largest tit’s he’d ever seen.

Big Al watched as she headed up the stairs, then quietly followed. He saw her enter her crib and that’s where he decided he’d jump her and stuff his meat in her hole.

Before she knew what was happening, she was face down on the cot, forced into an over-stuffed down pillow and unable to scream. She felt the sudden burning sensation as he shoved his dick into her unprepared twat and began to viciously bang away trying to ‘hilt’ his monster.

It had been a long time since Big Al had fucked and so it didn’t take long for him to blow a wad of jism deep inside her bloodied vagina. Satisfied, he climbed off her back and began to pull up and button his jeans.

“You son-of-a-bitch,” Sally squealed, “You’ve ruined my money-maker!”

Big Al laughed and turned to leave the room. As he reached for the door knob, Sally cocked the pistol she’d removed from under the mattress and shot a fist-sized hole in her attackers back.

He turned slowly, surprised by the pain and the onset of death, than collapsed against the wall, sliding down into a seated position. Unaware that he was already dead, she fired five more rounds into his crotch.

After the initial shock of what had happened had time to pass, the town’s Marshal declared it was a justified shooting, adding, “The asshole won’t be fucking anything again in this world and from the mince she made of his meat, perhaps the next.”

Sally survived her injuries, but never took on another client for pay. Instead, she became the madam of a new establishment, called ‘Big Sally’s’ up on the hill above the town. Every man-jack who visited the whorehouse, knew to treat her ‘girls’ with the utmost respect, lest they find their nuts shot off some night.