Chapter 8

One of the intentions I had in mind when I decided to pack up and head to Texas was to create my own preferred environment away from the constant gunfights and violence of just trying to survive in a harsh world of trouble and conflict.

No, I wasn’t thinking of “hanging up my guns” just yet because I was enough of a realist to understand it was really a matter of survival in the final analysis. I guess that my instinct to gather a number of nubile females around me was my way of satisfying my need for variety in matters of the heart. The Mormon women, the Mexican girls, the widows and assorted unattached females on my ranch were there because of one common denominator. That common trait was their need for protection and a spirit of submissiveness that usually had them panting beneath my sweating body doing their best to muffle their groans and moans of seductive pleasure.

Lately, I had been drawn to the Mormon females as the pick of the litter because they were convinced by their own religious training that to give up their precious favors was for the greater glory of the supreme creator and an expression of “proper behavior” on their part in servicing their man’s physical needs for spiritual improvement. The fact that the young daughters were all anally and orally skilled was due to early training by elderly relatives and viewed by them as goals of perfection in a world blurred by base instincts too complicated for them to digest without their faith in a system that would make them better wives and mothers when all was said and done.

Betty was a good example of Mormon femininity.

She was physically close to perfect, and her attitude was a blend of submissiveness and generosity that made my juices flow repeatedly into all of her sexual entrances with joyful tingles that called me back for encores as often as possible. The girl was a well-oiled sex machine dispensing her wet and wonderful emissions with panting satisfaction. She only wanted to do it better and better as she grew more skilled in lust and love.

Her three sisters were all skilled in tending to male needs and even her mother and sister wives had that spirit of enthusiasm for spreading their legs without and sense of guilt considering it a gift of love and friendship to any male with a need for copulation. Their only requirement was that the man be polite in his request and spoke words of love or romance rather than the usual rough language of the lawless West where force was usually the way of things and, politeness and respect were not high on the list of attributes in the average male character interested in only one thing. That thing of course was the ultimate prize, the use of a willing female body for their physical pleasure in any way the partner desired.

Caleb employed a full dozen men now on his ranch and he knew the group of females in residence did a lot to keeping them happy. It was from keeping their bellies filled with the nicely cooked vittles they cooked daily and in the nocturnal sport they provided with a bit of romantic talk and polite conversation to get them into a compromising position flat on their backs underneath the randy man’s instrument of pleasure pumping them with the seeds of life. He thought about his inventory of females almost equal to the number of males on the ranch and knew it was similar to the good Lord’s scheme of things to propagate the human race. Each night the sounds of humping and pounding filled the night air in all the sleeping spaces on the ranch and shadowy figures of men and women sneaking into private quarters to take care of lust-driven services could fill a book with scenarios of sexual escapades that would fill a book with reams of sexual content in a fantasy world of joyful pleasures too depraved to pen without proper censure.

Eventually, he absorbed the adjoining ranches into his land holdings. It was quite accidental with the early demise of one rancher losing a split-second gunfight with a reputed gunslinger from West Texas who was later determined to be an escaped prisoner from the infamous jail in Yuma, Arizona and the murder of another rancher by a drunken whore miffed that he did not give her the correct fee for her nocturnal labors the night before. Strangely, both widows who were still attractive females in their own rights decided to stay on Caleb’s ranch after he introduced them to his hospitality and his oversized member that knew no sense of guilt in attending to their physical needs after losing their matrimonial partners. The full figure of the older widow was passed onto the inventory of feminine residents willing to couple with the randy cowboys always looking for the variety of female favors with unusual oral or anal skills learned after years of matrimonial bliss. Her name was Linda, and she also held a special space in her heart for the other females in residence and was always willing to munch on their lower extremities carpet when the other female wanted a friendly tongue rather than a demanding shaft in her private garden. Caleb had grown accustomed to using Linda’s tiny brown eye for his personal entrance in the midnight hours because of her addiction to such matters and her generous nature in dispensing her favors.

The other widow was dark-skinned and her name was Gloria. Her darkness of skin was due to her birth in a bordello South of the Border to a black sailor and a light-skinned whore of mixed blood that was notorious for multiple partner couplings at discounted fees to cut costs of copulation for the impoverished male populace. She was more a slave than a wife to her demanding husband who would often rent her services out to male visitors and he would watch her performance whilst stretching his manhood to unnatural lengths and spurting copious streams of spunk into the cold night air.

Both Linda and Gloria were valuable additions to the ranch inhabitants and Caleb enjoyed their sexual favors from time to time with great enjoyment. He was not surprised when his sub-foreman married Linda and moved out to the line camp on the other side of the valley for a life of their own in a more traditional family style of living.