Frontier Justice (or My Western Harem)
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 4
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
I learned something else new that night. Mattie did take a bath with me. While we did that she told me about her Uncle Bob and when we went upstairs she took me straight to my bed. She had cleaned my cock off pretty good in the horse trough, but stopped when I said I was going to squirt. She had me lie on my bed and she got on her knees beside the bed. I about yelled out when she found my cock, which was still hard, and skinned the loose skin off the tip and then put her mouth on it and sucked it like it was a Necco Wafer, like Mamma sold to treat sore throats. Boy, howdy did that feel good. Her mouth wasn’t as hot as her pussy, and it felt different, too, but in a really good way. I was pretty much astonished when I told her I was going to squirt and she just pushed her mouth halfway onto my pecker. My climax felt great, and her hand kind of squeezing my ball sack gentle like, seemed to make me spurt even more. When I stopped shooting and she stopped swallowing, she pulled off and came up to cuddle with me.
“Get hard again fast,” she breathed.
“Why in tarnation would you do that?” I panted.
“Because I wanted to know if you tasted as good as Uncle Bob. You do, by the way, so I’ll be doing that to you again in the future, if it’s too dangerous to make love, like tonight.”
I reflected on how women were like that. She had just sucked my cock because it was too dangerous to make love, even though that’s what we’d just been doing and were about to do again. Even if it was too dangerous. I don’t understand how women think.
“Any time,” I sighed.
“Are you hard, yet?” she asked. “I want to try what you did with my sister last night.”
“Which part?” I asked.
“The part where you’re a bronc and I get to tame you like you tame all those horses for other people.”
“Ahhh,” I said. “You want four or five climaxes in a row.”
“She told me that happened but I didn’t believe her. Is it true?”
“I’m stiff again,” I said. “Climb on and find out.”
She made just as much noise as Mamma did, except she started laughing. She sounded happy and I hoped she was.
When she fell down on my chest I squirted in her like I had squirted in Mamma. She might be worried about how dangerous it was, but I wasn’t worried at all.
And, like with Mamma, I practiced making a baby with her three more times in the night, spurting in her every time. The next morning, when she went back to their end of the upstairs room, I heard Mamma say they couldn’t do that very often or they’d fall asleep during the day.
It went on like that. During the day, I’d get to fuck Chastity. She told me to be careful not to actually make a baby with her because Mamma had said if she had a baby and wasn’t married, no man would want to marry her after that.
“I told her no man wants to marry me now, so why would she think one might want to marry me at all.”
“I’d marry you if I could,” I said. All we had done that day was that she pulled her dress up around her waist and I unlaced my buckskin pants. If we took too long Mamma complained, so that let us use the getting nekkid and then putting clothes back on time to fuck.
“She said they were going to teach me a way to make you squirt outside of me when it’s too dangerous to squirt inside me. They were very mysterious about it. I already know that if I rub it real fast it will spurt, so what other way could there be?”
I was pretty sure I knew what other way they were going to teach her. I was looking forward to that time. I hoped she’d like the taste of my juice, like Aunt Mattie did.
That night Mamma did the same thing. She sucked me until I shot off in her mouth and then she cuddled and kissed me until I was hard enough to fuck her. I got on top of her and she cried that she shouldn’t love this as much as she did, and I told her I loved it and her.
She said I shouldn’t shoot off inside her.
But she didn’t make me promise I wouldn’t ... so I did.
It always felt better to shoot deep in a pussy than any other way.
I guess that when you live the frontier life, time seems to go slow. There had been habits I had before all this, like finding odd jobs to do and going hunting with Three Feathers. Now, added to that, I fucked whichever woman wanted to be fucked. And life went on like that, all nice and easy.
And then Mamma told me Aunt Mattie had missed bleeding twice, and that they thought I’d made a baby in her.
“That’s good, I said. “I’ve been wonderin’ what my baby would look like and now I guess I’ll get to see.”
“You don’t understand,” moaned Mamma. “Mattie isn’t married. How is she going to explain how she got with child?”
“It’s nobody else’s business,” I said.
“That’s not the way they’ll see it,” she said. “They’ll call her a slut.”
“What’s a slut?”
“Like the women who work upstairs in the saloon.”
“Well, people don’t seem to mind about them,” I said.
“They’ll treat her awful. Folks might not even talk to her anymore. What if they stop coming to the store?”
“I don’t know. Now I wish I hadn’t gotten a baby in her,” I said.
“It’s very important that you don’t get one in me or Chastity,” she said. “We might ought to stop making love.”
“Well, I don’t like that idea at all,” I said.
“What you like and what needs to happen may be different,” she said.
They did stop letting me fuck them, but they sucked me pretty regular for about a month.
Then they wanted me in their pussies again.
Even Aunt Mattie wanted me to fuck her again. I told her I loved her, and that I’d love our baby, too, and she cried.
I couldn’t tell if those were happy tears or not.
I did not realize how terrible people would be towards Aunt Mattie when her belly swelled enough that she couldn’t hide it anymore. Women who came into the store demanded that Mamma wait on them, instead of Aunt Mattie. I did hear the word “slut” being used, but only in whispers. Mrs. Beasley, whose husband worked at the bank, even said, “You stay away from my husband!” to her.
“I’ve never even talked to your husband,” said my Aunt.
“Well, make sure you don’t.”
That night Mamma explained it to me. She said men in town would look at Mattie differently, because now they knew she’d had enough sex to get pregnant. The wives knew that the men would look at her and wonder what it would be like to fuck a good-looking woman like that. Most of the wives in town were plain looking, I guess. So the women were afraid she might lure their husbands away from them, or some such thing.
“All they’d need to do is talk to her and they’d find out she doesn’t want to have any of the men in town with her that way.”
“Yes, but they won’t talk to her. All they want is for her to disappear.”
“I don’t understand. They all liked her before this,” I said.
“They claim to be Christian,” said Mamma, “but they don’t know how to forgive.”
“They didn’t forgive the preacher you told me about, either,” I said.
“No, they didn’t. And if they found out you fathered that child on Mattie, they’d do the same thing to you.”
“They could try,” I said.
“Just like the women think Mattie would try to have sex with their husbands, all the husbands would be worried their wives might let you fuck them,” she said. “Sex is either real quiet or real violent, it seems.”
It wasn’t just the women who thought badly of Aunt Mattie, though.
I found that out when Mamma sent me to look for Aunt Mattie, who had gone out back to wash out an apron that got stained, and hadn’t come back.
When I got out back I found her on the ground, with her dress torn so’s you could see her titties, and three cowboys standing over her. One of them had his peter out and I knew what was on his mind. He made that clear when he said, “You let some other man shove it in you, so you’ll let us do it, too. If you don’t I’ll make your face so black and blue no man will ever look at you again.”
If I’d had my pistol with me, things might have gone different, but I didn’t. All I could do was say, “I object to your aim, cowboy, and you need to back off or I’ll make your face black and blue.”
In a fair fight I think I could have held my own. But it wasn’t a fair fight, and against three of them, they purely kicked the shit out of me. I mean that. I was told when they tended to me there was actually shit in my pants.
Now, some of the rest of this I got from Aunt Mattie, and Mamma, because when it all happened I was unconscious. They beat me so bad that the doctor said I might never wake up. They put me in bed and just waited, because they didn’t know what else to do. And I did wake up, eventually, but that was two days later.
What happened was that, while they were kicking the shit out of me, Aunt Mattie started screaming bloody murder. That caught a bunch of people’s attention, and Sheriff Baldwin showed up just as they were leaving. I guess they decided not to stick around and rape Aunt Mattie, but the sheriff faced them down before they could get away. And when he said they were all under arrest and to drop their gun-belts and go to the jail with him, he had his pistol in his hand. So, one of the men drew and shot Baldwin right smack dab in the middle of his tin star badge, which was over his heart. He went down, dead before he hit the dirt, and the cowboys ran to their horses and left town in a hurry.
Well, you can imagine the uproar all that caused, and all because Aunt Mattie let some man she wasn’t married to get her pregnant. The funny part about this, though, was that because she had almost been raped, and her dress had been torn almost off of her while she was just trying to wash out a dirty apron, the ladies in town decided to feel sorry for her and they got over thinking she was a slut. Well, I imagine they still thought she was a slut; it just didn’t bother them as much as it used to have.
Aunt Mattie knew who one of her attackers was because he had picked up an order of supplies for the Bar-under-B ranch. That ranch was well-known for its lawless, trouble-making men, including the owner, Noah Calhoun. He laid claim to the land going all the way from the North Platte River to the Wind River Reservation, where the Indians had been pushed up against the mountains. He had no legal claim to all that range. He just said it was his. He also said that he was the law in this part of the territory, and not any elected man. He basically did whatever he wanted to do, and so did his men. That was because there was a rail spur that came to town for the ranchers to use to move beef, and Noah Calhoun shipped twice as much beef as anybody else. His men also moved herds to Laramie for the army garrison, there. I guess he felt important because he knew important people.
So, when folks found out who had done the murder, nobody was excited to do anything about it. They acted nicer to Aunt Mattie, and they asked Mamma how I was doing, from time to time, but that was it. The sheriff was dead, and nobody wanted the job, so it just went on that way.
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