Frontier Justice (or My Western Harem)
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 10
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 10 - His widowed mother and her sister ran a dry goods store in 1870. His sister helped out and he did odd jobs to make a little cash. A group of cowboys tried to rape his aunt, and they killed the sheriff when he tried to arrest them. So Bobby put on the sheriff's badge and went after the miscreants. They should have surrendered peaceably. But they didn't.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Fiction Western Incest Mother Son Sister Aunt First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Size Revenge
We still had Noah’s horse and saddle, which became Cindy Mae’s horse and saddle. The rifle in the scabbard was hers, too. She had ridden, of course, and she looked as comfortable in that saddle as any man would.
The plan was to ride out to the ranch, so she and Chastity could take inventory and plan for what would be needed to be brought out by wagon. Chastity said she didn’t know how long they’d be there. Three Feathers had his horse, of course, and I put Chastity behind me, riding double. Mama had donated a hat to Three Feathers, so he’d look more like a cowboy and less like an Indian, at least from a distance. We planned to start out early in the morning. If we walked the horses the whole way, it would take maybe ten hours. We couldn’t canter because Chastity’s perch wasn’t solid. If we had to rest the horses several times, it might stretch to twelve hours, but we’d still get there by nightfall.
We did that, and talked a lot along the way. Cindy Mae had lived on ranches her entire life, and she was curious about what it was like to live in town, with lots of people to talk to. Everybody in her life was distant to her, after her mother died. They had lived in Kansas when she was born and she didn’t leave there until she was five or six. She said their herd was tiny back then, numbering maybe twenty-five cows. Then her father took up roots, suddenly, and said he had bought a huge herd and they had to move them up to Wyoming, where there was better grass. Then the war started. Suddenly he had two dozen men working for him and when he got situated in the Wyoming territory, it was to sell beef to the Union army, without danger of being raided by the rebels. The railroad put in a spur that ran thirty miles and Calhoun was in business.
The house and out-buildings had been built with the money he got from President Lincoln’s procurement men and everything was wonderful until her mother died. She was thirteen, then. I told her Chastity’s and my father had gone north and west to mine for gold and when the war started he felt like he should go and fight, but a cave-in killed him before he could do that.
Three Feathers didn’t volunteer anything about who his father was, because he had no idea who it was. He didn’t want to talk about the job his mother had taken to survive, once the tribe expelled her and her half-white child.
All of this was in our recent past, considering how old we all were as we rode along. The grief was still fresh, and our mood was somewhat depressed. We rode in silence so long I would have thought I went deaf, except I could hear the sounds the horses were making, and the creak of the saddles.
We had brought a lot of stuff with us. Where Chastity was on my horse was loaded down on theirs. We had brought oats and hobbles and jerky and pemmican and other things the women thought we would need. Cindy Mae was wearing new jeans and a checkered shirt. Mama had also given her a hat to wear and she almost looked like she worked with cattle. She was much too clean, of course, and her clothes had not faded in the sun. She said her father’s hats wouldn’t fit her and she intended to burn his clothes.
I saw Three Feathers ride up and walk beside her. He looked funny, wearing a hat. Chastity and I were bringing up the rear and when the conversation had lagged, she whispered about how empty her pussy felt and how much she’d missed me, and how much she needed to make love. I was stiff and uncomfortable most of the way, especially when she whispered that the way the horse was touching her between her legs was about to make her climax and let one of her hands fall down to my bulge.
So, I was ready to eavesdrop on the pair in front of us. I edged up behind them and heard Three Feathers make reference to the last time she’d seen us and categorized him as a savage.
“That was then and this is now,” she said. “Everything has changed.”
Their voices got softer, then, and I couldn’t make out what they were talking about. Chastity’s fingers were teasing the front of my jeans and no matter how many times I told her to stop, she didn’t listen. It was enough to drive a man mad.
I was still wearing the sheriff badge with a hole in it. The townsfolk had decided it was okay for me to be the law in town, considering as how I had tracked down and eliminated three rapists. Because of what the marshal had said, they even took a vote. There were only ten people there, but they all voted for me. The story seemed to grow with each telling and at one point I heard I had been engaged in an hour-long gun battle with ten men.
We got to the ranch at dusk, and went in the house to light lanterns before we would have to feel our way in the dark. Cindy Mae could have done that, of course, but the rest of us would have run into things and knocked stuff off of the tables or whatever we bumped into. The first thing the women did was go to Cindy Mae’s room. When they came out, Cindy Mae was wearing a dress. The way her titties bounced under it informed me she didn’t put on a corset or any kind of chest binding. Chastity had told me they were uncomfortable and that she wanted to be able to bare a titty for me to suck on any time she felt the need to get frisky. I did not believe that was why Cindy Mae had gone without support. She would probably never want a man to look at her that way again. That was a shame, since she had big titties that would be a lot of fun to play with.
“I like those jeans,” she said, “but they rubbed me raw between my legs.”
You can imagine where my mind went but Chastity leaned down and patted the insides of her thighs, well below her honey pot.
“You’ll toughen up if you keep riding,” she said.
“There isn’t much to eat, but we can have a fire in the fireplace,” said Cindy Mae. She looked at Three Feathers. “When can you get us the elk you said you’d hunt?”
“Tomorrow,” said Three Feathers. “I know where to look. I’ll take a pack horse to bring all the meat back with.”
“We don’t have a pack horse,” I said.
“She won’t be using her horse,” he said, “unless you want to run beside me and carry all the meat home on your back.” He sounded serious.
“Bobby will have to go scouting to find horses and cows,” said Chastity.
“Where is everybody going to sleep?” I asked.
“I have asked Three Feathers if he will sleep in my room,” said Cindy Mae. “I’m sure people in town would say that is improper, but I will feel protected that way, so I don’t care what they’d say. We’ll make up a bed of blankets for him on the floor, by the door.”
“Who do you expect to be sneaking into your room?” I asked.
“Shut up,” said Chastity, firmly. “It’s amazing she’s strong enough to even come back here right now. Of course, she’ll be nervous until she gets her bearings.”
“Where is your father’s room?” I asked.
“Nobody can sleep there,” said Cindy Mae, quickly. “That bed will have to be burned. Mine will, too, eventually.”
We all knew why she felt that way.
“I can sleep anywhere,” I said.
“We’ll find something,” said Chastity. “I’m feeling a little nervous too, in a strange place. I might ask Bobby to guard me, too.”
I knew what she wanted to be guarded from.
She wanted the void in her pussy to be driven off, with me protecting her on top of her.
There were multiple bedrooms in the house. We found one that had dust on everything, and had a vanity table on one wall, with a hand mirror and combs on it. I reckoned it must have been her mother’s room, though I wondered why a married woman would have a room separate from her husband. I’d find out later that Noah Calhoun liked to hurt a woman during sex, and that a woman might demand her own room to keep from enduring that every night.
“We can sleep here,” said Chastity, brushing dust off of the cover.
“We can’t sleep together, Chastity,” I groaned. “There are two other people in the house and you get loud sometimes.”
“We will sleep together. I told Cindy Mae that we don’t have enough beds in the store for you and I to have our own. She knows that, from living up there for a while. So, she knows we sleep in the same bed. I told her you snore.”
“Damn,” I said.
“What’s wrong?”
“You just got me stiff again.”
That girl about wore me out that night. She wanted me on top of her, and then she wanted to be on top, and then she wanted to do it like I had started having to do it with Aunt Mattie. At first Mattie had resisted the idea, saying that was how animals mated, but her sister talked her into trying it, and when I was able to fill her pussy while I reached around her and stroked her belly and breasts, and told her how happy I was that I had gotten a baby in her, she decided it wasn’t so bad.
Chastity liked it, too. She put her head on the bed and her butt up in the air, and while I slid in and out of her she rubbed her button. But her favorite was with me on top of her, even when I put her ankles on my shoulders and then bent her in half while I pounded her pussy and squirted as much of my gift in it as I could.
“You know, the same thing is going to happen to you that happened to our aunt,” I panted. “If we keep doing this,” I added.
“Well, I know we’re not going to stop,” she grunted, squeezing my prod so tightly that I had a hard time dragging it out of her. “And Mama makes teas for both of us using pennyroyal, tansy, and black cohosh that make it so your seed will not take, in us.”
“Did you bring any of that with you?” I asked.
She got still, but only for a second.
“No, but it won’t matter. I won’t be ripe for a week.”
“I may still be here in a week,” I said.
“Then Cindy Mae and I will go find some, or there might even be something here in the house. Her father told her to drink things to keep her from having his baby.”
“How thoughtful,” I said.
“He told her when she had her eighteenth birthday, then he would breed her.”
“That’s harsh,” I said.
“He was a rancher. Breeding was his business. You understand more and more how happy she is that he’s gone.”
“It’s sad that she’d be glad a parent died,” I said. “I still miss Papa a lot, sometimes.”
“Me, too,” she said. “Now, stop talking and start giving me climaxes again.”
I hoped the teas Mama gave her worked, because I flooded her pussy with my sperm three times that night.
We were careless, and fell asleep naked. Thank goodness it was Three Feathers who came to wake me so we could begin our lives as cowboys and hunters who needed to feed four people.
He shook me awake and whispered, “Get up and get dressed.”
“What?” came Chastity’s slurred voice. I moved and she opened her eyes. “Hi, Three Feathers,” she said. Then it hit her and she scrambled to pull covers over her nakedness. “Three Feathers! It’s not right for you to come into a woman’s bedroom!”
“I didn’t,” he said, blandly. “I came into Bobby’s bedroom and you happened to be in it, too.”
“You can’t tell anybody!” she gasped, sitting up. She was so agitated she let the covers slip and her titties were exposed.
“I have known about this for many moons and have never told anyone about it,” he said. “You should probably put some clothes on, too, though you look very beautiful without them.”
“That’s my sister,” I grumbled.
“I know she’s yours,” said Three Feathers. “That doesn’t mean I can’t admire her. I would do the same if you had a fine horse.”
“I’m not an animal!” snapped Chastity. “Now, get out so I can get dressed!”