The Gunslinger
Copyright© 2026 by Techman1952
Chapter 1: Our Lives Change
Western Sex Story: Chapter 1: Our Lives Change - Slim Pickett was born in 1849, when he was fourteen years old he saw his father killed by raiders, the remnants of a Confederate gang. He killed his first men that day with a rifle while protecting his mother and two sisters from rape. This is the story of those years before becoming a lawman, the money he made and the beginning of his legend!
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Western Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Light Bond Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Nudism Prostitution Violence
My name is James Earl Picket, Junior, but I’ve always been called Slim. I was born outside a small Midwest town in the southeast corner of Kansas in the year of our Lord 1849. I was fifteen years old when the bastard Missouri raiders killed my father! They caught us both in our corn field hoeing weeds from the rows. He told me to run, I ran! I ran toward the rifle that was leaning against a tree three rows over and about one hundred feet back toward our house. I heard a horse coming up fast behind me.
My mom and two sisters were in the house almost a quarter mile away. They had been doing the washing, they had seen the riders come into the field and they ran into the house.
I reached the tree, grabbed the rifle and was able to run around the tree. The horse couldn’t make that tight of a turn. I raised the rifle and sighted in on the rider. Without any hesitation I squeezed the trigger. The fifty four caliber ball hit the man in his chest and flung him backward off his horse. I knew he wouldn’t be getting back up! I quickly reloaded the rifle, a Hawken, and was sighting in on another of those bastards when a shot rang out and my father fell. I shot the man that had shot my father.
I reloaded, there were three more of them headed for the house. They had only one thing on their mind, pussy! They were four hundred yards away, at the limit of the rifle, and they were traveling at a gallop. I took the shot anyway, I was good at deflection shooting. I didn’t wait to watch the result, I was already reloading. I heard a shot, powder smoke came from a firing port of the house, and another man fell from his horse.
That left one man and he was racing away like the devil was on his tail! I could have taken a shot, but he was moving fast and was over four hundred yards, moving rapidly away. I knew what he was wearing and I remembered his face. He was riding a light copper sorrel with a dark chocolate main and tail. It wasn’t a very common color combination.
I went to see if my dad had survived, he was alive but was fading fast. He looked me in my eyes and said with a cough,
“Slim, take care of your mom and sisters, you’re the man of the house now! Make sure you pay our bill at Mr. Sampson’s store after harvest! Live well my son!”
As I told him I would, he died. I held him close and cried for a minute, then straightened up, wiped my tears and then straightened his body up reverently. Then I went to check on the other three men. They were all dead! I caught one of their horses and rode off after the one on the sorrel. By that time he was long gone, I turned around and went back to the house. I caught the other two horses and took them to the first body. I checked the man’s pockets and found sixty five dollars in coins. The next man had a fifty dollar gold piece just like the first man did. So did the third body!
I don’t believe it was a coincidence! Why would someone pay four men fifty dollars apiece to kill, and possibly rape, our family? There wasn’t any gold on it, we had a section of land, that’s six hundred and forty acres or one square mile. We had forty head of cattle along with a good bull. Two milk cows, a matched pair of mules, and four horses. A nice big barn and a small house. All told it was only worth about two hundred dollars!
I checked the saddle bags and found some forty four caliber cap and ball paper cartridges for their three Colt model 1860 Army revolvers. I took them and their holsters. Each of them had some clothes, some shaving soap and a straight razor. I checked their boots. Two of them were too big. But the other pair fit my feet like they had been made for them. It was the first pair of boots I’d ever worn.
I managed to put the three dead bastards on the horses, I saddled one of our horses, Betsy, and carried my dad into the house and laid him on the table so mom could prepare him for his burial. I rode toward town with the horses in tow. It was a small town, but it was big enough to have a sheriff. He was a man by the name of George Willis. He was a fat, lazy man that was about as lively as a mangy dog!
I figured that these men might have posters out on them. I would have George go through them with me and see if there were any rewards for them “Dead or Alive”! Of course they were all dead. It wasn’t until I was half way to town, thirty minutes away from home that it came to me! I had overlooked the most valuable thing on our farm! It was my beautiful mom and my beautiful sisters! To the right man they were worth a small fortune.
I tied the horses to a tree off the road a ways, then turned back for the house. I ran our poor plow horse as fast as she would go. Fifteen long minutes later I could see the house. A sorrel horse with dark chocolate mane and tail was tied to the hitching rail by the barn. I slowed Betsy down and tried to figure out a way to save my family.
I tied Betsy to a tree out of sight of the house. I crept through the woods until I was on the corner of the house. It would be difficult to spot me without sticking your head out of the window a good distance. I was carrying the Hawking rifle and some reloads, and I had tied a pigging string to the narrow part of the butt of two of the revolvers and had them hanging under either arm and around my neck on my shoulders. I still had the one in the holster. I hoped I didn’t have to use any of them, I had never shot a pistol in my life!
I moved across the corn field staying low in the waist high corn. I crawled under the wooden gate that kept the cattle out of the corn. The rest of the fence was rocks stacked as high as the corn was. Every year the fence grew higher as more rocks were plowed up. The cattle had bunched up by the house by the water trough. I made my way through them keeping low. At the other gate I once again crawled under and then quickly ran to the corner of the house. I carefully moved toward the back door. I ducked under the first window, then stopped at my parents bedroom window which was the second one. As I listened, I heard him demanding,
“Lay down on the bed now so I can tie you up! Do it or I’ll cut your tits off and feed them to the hogs!
I heard the bed shift, it always squeaked when my parents were fucking. They squeaked as they lay down then I could hear him tying them up. Then I heard clothes rustling like his were being hurriedly removed! I eased up to the corner of the window that would have the best view of the bed. With one eye I looked into the room.
The man was stark naked, his body was almost as white as new sheets. Only his arms, neck and face were tanned a dark brown. He was standing between my big sister’s legs. Her legs were spread wide and she and the others were naked. All of them tied with their legs tied to a bedpost and spread. They had gags in their mouths and I could see my mother and older sister Nan’s pussies. The man’s cock was hard and it was about to penetrate my sister’s pussy hole! He had a knife in one hand and her nipple in another. He was acting like he was going to cut it off if she did anything!
If I was to shoot the son of a bitch from here he would undoubtedly fall forward and stab my sister. I needed to shoot him from his front. The only place I could do that was the bedroom door. I crept to the back porch steps, then avoiding the planks that squeaked, I stepped to the door. The door was well oiled, my mother hates a squeaky door! I opened it just enough to slip inside and closed it softly behind me. Once again taking care to not step on the boards that would squeak I approached the bedroom door. Any sounds my movement was making was being masked by the squeaking of the man as he was fucking Nan!
Just as I was three quarters of the way to the door, the fucking stopped. Feet scuffled for a second then there was a muted scream. The man had stopped fucking my older sister and had moved around the bed to my younger one, Gail. She is fourteen years old. He broke her cherry as he started fucking her, he was laughing! I moved quickly to the door and raised the pistol from its holster, I pulled the hammer back and used the notch in it to center the front sight in it. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, the man looked up! I didn’t hesitate. I pulled the trigger, pulled the hammer back and fired again, then once more. Bloody holes appeared in the man’s chest each time I fired. He was dead and my sisters and mother were all safe! His body had been flung back away from them, his knife had fallen to the floor when his hand had relaxed when he died.
This wasn’t like killing a man at a distance with a rifle, up close it was more visceral, more personal. I felt woozy, the Colt in my hand dropped to the floor with a thump, I followed shortly after. I’m not sure how long I lay there, the sun was setting so it had been at least three hours. I went to the water bucket that we kept in the kitchen and poured a ladle of water over my head. Then I drank another ladle full. I grabbed a couple of strike anywhere matches and went back into the darkening bedroom. I struck the match and as it flared I saw the three of them in all their glory! It was an image steered into my memory for the rest of my life. It was as if the match had burned it there. When I reached eighty years old I could still see them in my mind’s eye naked, breasts and nipples standing tall, they were very similar in size, small and capped with long hardened nipples. Because the lamp was near the window I could see their pussies with their inner lips still spread like a butterfly’s wings. They were beautiful. Their buttons were exposed and shiny. They were fairly large. Their eyes were looking at me imploring me to release them from their bondage! The flame from the match burned down to my fingers and I hurriedly waved it out. I struck the second one and lit the lamp. The room flooded with light. I set about untying them. I removed their gags, first!
“Did you like what you saw, Son?” My mother asked.
“You are the most beautiful girls in the world!” I replied.
She smiled, and said, “You can have me any time you want from now on!”
Both Nan and Gail nodded and said the same thing!
“It hurt when that man first stuck his cock in me and broke my maidenhead! But the more he thrust into me the better it felt! You can fuck me anytime you want Slim!” Nan told me.
“I felt the same way, hurt then pleasure, you can fuck me too, Slim!” Gail said.
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