Gone to Texas
Copyright© 2016 by harry lime
Chapter 11
Western Sex Story: Chapter 11 - The most popular slogan in the post Civil War period was "Gone to Texas" or simply "GTT" because the promise of living in a free society without restrictions of too much government was too tempting to resist.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Western Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Violence
The still attractive Mormon mom came to him early one morning and soothed his morning wood with her plump red lips.
She did it to put him in the proper frame of mind before she opened the subject that was uppermost on her mind.
“Mister Caleb, I am mighty grateful to you for your generosity in taking us in under your roof, but I have a serious problem with my girls. My boy is doing all right and is all enthusiastic about learning all about the ranching business. My girls though are having trouble fitting into the place. Those girls are good girls, but they are at that age that girls can do awful foolish things when they are young and ripe for trouble.”
Caleb listened to her, and he had it on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he had been hearing rumors about the girls putting out to the ranch hands in the hay loft in the barn and even right out in the open behind the main under the light of the summer moon.
He knew the girls had been well behaved when they first arrived and dressed modestly like good Mormon girls. In fact it was the youngest one Kate that had gotten into the strip poker game in the bunk house with the cowboys and had her brother take her back to their rooms wearing only her panties in complete shame. His understanding that it was the middle pair called Clemmie and Rebecca that were bending over for the cowboys and getting their flanks pounded by the rowdy range riders with their unforgiving cocks.
The oldest one Amy was deeply religious, and she was often seen praying with a far away look in her eyes avoiding all contact with any horny males on the ranch. Faith at 15 was still a complete innocent and she obviously didn’t even know a single thing about the birds and the bees.
Kate as the youngest was the wildest of all with her sexual urgings on fire with all the demanding dicks around her. She loved the tingle between her legs and was no stranger to using her mouth for a lot more than eating her mama’s apple pie or drinking a glass of milk straight from one of the cows. She had acquired a taste for male semen and seemed to accept event he longest shaft without difficulty into her complicit mouth. The cowboys knew she was a keeper because she always swallowed their spunk down into her tummy and didn’t spit it out like one of the saloon girls or the Chinese girls that ran the laundry.
If she had any fault in their eyes it was the fact that she avoided anal coupling because her sphincter was so tiny and tight that entry there was extremely painful to her and she didn’t like the way the men pressed her for that unwelcome sodomy.
Of course, there was the matter of her age and Caleb knew it would be a problem in a normal society. Fortunately, the Mormon society took no position on the age question and if a female was having a menstrual cycle, she was considered a candidate for marriage or adult relations with her consent. It didn’t sit easy on his conscience, and he sat the young girl down on a stool in his den and tried his best to educate her on the sins of copulation at an early age. He knew it would be hypocritical to bad mouth fornication before marriage because he was already humping her mom and three of her oldest sisters.
Kate was not convinced by his argument and told him she would limit her contact with the cowboys to using her mouth only. Since that was the best compromise he could get from her, he placed her on her knees before him and let her show him her technique. He was suitably impressed and allowed her that option warning her to come to him if she had any problems with any of the “boys” wanting to sample her other feminine favors. Her mom was satisfied with her youngest daughter only dishing out oral favors, and she thanked him for his intervention by showing him that she still far surpassed her daughters in granting favors with her tongue.
Early on Sunday morning, he was surprised to see the daughter of the president of the Cattlemen’s Association ride up to the main house on a stunning stallion from Arabia. The girl had her long slender legs pressed tightly to his heaving sides and she must have galloped him for stretch feeling the strength of his muscular torso between her passionate legs.
Alice was sporting a flushed face after her hard ride on the stallion’s back. She used her riding to take off the edge of her sexual needs. Her father kept a close eye on her and she knew that he would tell right away if any man had entered her sexually just by looking into her eyes. It was enough to keep her a virgin despite her frustration at not having a man’s hardness penetrating her womanhood or even her dirty brown eye like the maids and the women at the saloon all bragged about on the porch at night. The thought of taking a man’s business into her dirt-hole was so shocking to her that she practiced it in her bed at night doing her best to hide the whimpers that escaped her sweet innocent ruby red lips.
She used the smooth leather handle of her riding crop at such times and she also played with her feminine folds pushing the thing inside her body slowly waiting for the eventual spurting of her virginal juices into the cold night air.
All that Alice had on her mind was to offer her mouth to Caleb the exciting owner of this huge ranch in the valley in the hopes that he might consider her pussy or her bottom as a residence for his manhood long enough to relieve her of her spinsterish cherry once and for all. She knew that it must be of considerable size and girth because she had seen it up close and personal pouring him a drink in her father’s office. It rested all curled up like a rattle snake inside his denim trousers waiting for an innocent female like her to pass close enough to strike with its dreaded bite.
She hated the rattlesnakes, but she was addicted to the thought of Caleb’s cock just waiting for her offering of pussy on a plate of teenaged passion. Alice knew she would be hard pressed to hide her loss of innocence, but she was willing to risk the danger of exposure just to experience the penetration of his thing up deep inside her feminine core even if it was only for one time.
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