0 comments/ 137644 views/ 8 favorites Westward Bound Ch. 1 By: nephewjerry Life in the old west wasn't always as hard and unpleasant as most thought, back in those days, if you didn't ever have it, you didn't miss it. I remember once, while we were moving out west, the whole family and loaded up into a covered wagon drawn by four mules, my pa rode the only horse we owned, and ma drove the wagon. I was the oldest of eight children, 21, my name is Peter O'Shea, I'm 5'7" skinny as a rail, but very strong for my thin frame. I've a twin sister, Patty, next is Katie whose 20, Rosemary is 19, Edith is 18, Thomas is 17, and a surprise set of twins Robert and Robin just turned 16. The girls took turns riding, and the boys took turns making sure none of the livestock wandered off. We'd been traveling for months, and was just starting to leave behind all traces of civilization. Ma and Pa hadn't discussed where we were going, just out west, to the land of plenty. I really didn't want to go, but Pa would need all the help he could get to clear land and build a new cabin, so I agreed to go along, much to the disappointment of the girls I was leaving behind in our small community of Greenville, Virginia. Growing up on a farm was hard work mostly, but it had its advantages, I learned at an early age what sex was all about, watching the livestock mate, birth, and then in a one room cabin, the children slept up in lofts, while ma and pa slept in the main room, and by the light of the fireplace, I could lay and watch them fuck like the animals on our farm, many a night I'd lay and stroke my hard cock as I watched my ma's breasts bounce up and down from pa's thrusting. When my siblings were born, I even got a good look at her furry puss. Skinny dipping was the norm, and I watched in fascination as my twin blossomed into a beautiful woman. It was her that I thought of as I pounded my cock into the local girls. I even tried to stay with other girls named Patty, so when I called her name out in passion it made it seem to be my twin instead. I remember once Patty and I had been in the barn behind a pile of hay, we were examining each other and pa walked up and caught us. I couldn't walk straight for a week from the thrashing he gave me, it really pissed me off that Patty though she was walking with a bit of a limp, didn't show any sign of a thrashing. It was later in life, she confessed to me that after he thrashed me, he came back into the barn, pushed her down on the hay, and showed her what a cock was for. She said that my thrashing only lasted a few minutes, but pa made her suck his cock, and fucked her pussy and ass several times before he let her go clean up in the stream. He'd told her that if he caught us messing around again, he'd do it to her again. I guess I'm lucky pa only wanted to thrash me, I'd seen pa in the stream, and he was the size of a small mule, I'm surprised Patty could even walk. Walking along behind the wagon, we ate a lot of dust, and the sweat and dust formed a running mud on our clothes and faces. Patty was in front of me, I watched her sweet ass sway side to side, my cock started to swell and the rough material of my trousers started to make my cock sore. I needed some relief quickly, or I was going to rub my cock raw, I looked around and saw a girl walking behind the wagon next to ours, she looked young but I didn't care, I eased over till I was walking in step with her. I looked at her, our eyes met, we smiled. "Hi, I'm Peter O'Shea." "HI, I'm Betsy Davidson." she replied in such a sweet voice. "How old are you?" I asked. "18, how old are you?" she asked back. I told her I'd just turned 21 and I could tell she was interested. I wiped some sweaty mud from my eyes, "Sure is hot, pa says, we'll be stopping soon so we can all wash up and cool off." "I can't wait, I'm melting." Betsy said. We continued on for a while exchanging information about each other and our families. Her family was from a couple of counties over from ours, and had heard that a group was heading out west so they decided to join in. Finally I asked her if she had a boyfriend back home, to this she looked at me, tears filling her eyes. "I'm sorry, Betsy, I didn't mean to upset you." "No, its ok, just that my pa wouldn't let him come with us, he was a couple of years younger than me, and he folks wouldn't let him come either." she explained. I cocked an eyebrow up and looked at her, giving her my smile that always got to the girls back home, "Are you a virgin, Betsy?" Her eyes widened in surprise, a question she wasn't expecting or prepared to hear. Then she lowered her eyes and head, she barely moved her head and nodded that she was. "There's no reason to be embarrassed Betsy, I know a lot of girls that are still virgins." She raised her face to me smiling, "Its not that I don't want to do it Peter, but my boyfriend said it wasn't right for us to do it till we was married." "I don't know how true that is Betsy, but its ok really, I was just thinking that maybe we could fool around when we stopped to cool off is all." I said with a grin. Her eyes widened again, surprised by my bold bluntness. "Oh." was all she could say. We walked along silently for a few more minutes, "Well, I best be gettin' back over to our wagon, it was nice to meet you Betsy, I hope we can become close friends." I touched her shoulder and felt her shudder under my touch. Smiling to myself, I walked back over to our wagon, my sisters, Patty, Katie and Rosemary were all watching me. "What's the matter Romeo? Get turned down?" Rosemary hollered. All the girls giggled, they all knew what I was trying to do, many a night, I'd caught at least one of the girls watching me as I lay in bed masturbating, lust gleaming in their eyes. I'd have done all my sisters, but the thrashing Pa had given me came to mind every time I removed my shirt, I had scars on my back from the switch he used. I raised my middle finger to the girls in a feeble attempt for insult. This only raised a cackle of laughter from the girls. Several miles later, Pa came riding up and said he'd spotted a good place to stop, and no signs of Indians either. We continued on for almost another hour before we finally able to see the cluster of trees on the horizon that Pa had picked for our camping spot. The four wagons finally came to the area, and Pa had the women pull the wagons into a loose circle. The men and boys of the group started tending to the livestock, watering, feeding, and securing them for the night. The women and girls started gathering wood, and starting fires for the meal they'd cook for everyone. It was going to be several hours before anyone could take advantage of the cool stream that was running close by. Westward Bound Ch. 2 When the last of the livestock was penned in the temporary corral, Pa told us boys that we could go and get cleaned up. We went down to the stream in a dead run, we came through the bushes, the area was lush and green. The stream flowed steadily but one spot had formed a small pool of water, perfect for swimming in. I dove in, hat, clothes and all. My brothers following suit, the cold water was a welcomed relief. Scrubbing as much of the dirt and grim off my face as I could, I removed my shirt and tried to wash some of the dirt from it. When satisfied with it being as clean as possible, I draped it over my shoulder and removed my boots and tossed them on to the bank, I then removed my trousers and wash as much of the dirt from them as possible. The cold water felt great on my sore, raw cock, I got up and laid my clothes out on a boulder so they could dry. When I returned to the water, Robert asked, "Pete, where'd you get those scars from?" Tommy elbowed him. "What?" Robert hollered. "It's ok Tommy, he's got the right to know." I said to Tommy. Tommy looked sadly at me, and then glared at Robert. I then told Robert about mine and Patty exploring each other and Pa catching us, and the thrashing he gave me. Even with the cold water, and the memory of the thrashing, my cock started to rise at the thought of Patty's naked body in the barn. "Gosh, me and Robin fool around all the time, I guess its lucky for me that Pa ain't caught us." Robert said. "You and Robin?" I said in surprise. After several minutes I soon learned that all my brothers and sisters were fooling around, and only Patty and me had been unlucky enough to get caught. I couldn't believe it, all my sisters were fucking, I had more women than I knew what to do with, and didn't even know it. None of my brothers had done anything with Patty though, she'd refused their advances. This got my curiosity up, and made a mental note to talk to Patty about what had happened, about that time our sisters stepped into the clearing giggling. "Well, well, well, what have we here girls? " Rosemary quipped. I frowned when I noticed that Patty wasn't among them. The girls dove in coming up squealing at the cold water. Edith swam up to me, spitting water in my face laughing. "Where's Patty?" I asked. "Oh she decided she was going to wait till everyone was finished before she came down here. I think she's got her monthly friend." Edith snickered. Looking her in the eyes, I'd not stopped to look at how beautiful my younger sister had become, she got a mischievous look in her eyes. My eyes were wide with surprise when I felt her young fingers wrap themselves around my growing hard cock. "My, my, my big brother is, big." she whispered teasingly. I looked around the others were paired off as well, Robert and Robin, Tommy and Katie, and me and Rosemary. Rosemary swam up close to me, her wet clothes scratching my chest, her fingers fondling my dick and balls, she kissed me deeply. "I've wanted to do this for years Peter. I've wanted you ever since I tasted my first cock." She whispered into my neck. She was scared I'd reject her, foolish girl, she was one of the prettiest girls in Green county, only competition she had was her sisters. I kissed her deeply, our tongues flicking and darting in and out of each others mouths. She suddenly pushed back away from me and dove under the water, I felt the sudden warmth of her hot mouth as she engulfed me, she took almost all of my 8 inches down her throat. I looked over at my siblings, and could tell they were in various stages of sexual play, God help us all if Pa were to walk into the clearing right now. Rosemary came up for air, I pulled her to me and kissed her again, "Take your clothes off, please, Rosemary, I want to feel your skin on mine." She pulled and tugged, and finally got her dress and under clothes off, and swam over to the rocks that the rest of our clothes were drying on. My cock grew another inch as I watched the sexy ass of my younger sister emerge and I thought I'd choke when she turned, her pussy had hardly any hair on it, just a few wisps at the top of her slit. Her clit was poking out from between her soft lips, I wondered why I'd never noticed this raving beauty before. She dove into the water, I started to worry when she didn't come up for air after a few seconds. Suddenly, I felt her hands on my hips, they slid down to my ass cheeks and she spread them apart, I felt something I'd never felt before, her hot tongue probing my asshole, I leaned forward to grant her easier and more access to the forbidden hole. She swam between my legs, gently nipped the head of my dick and came up for air. Smiling like the Imp she was, "Did you like that Peter?" "Rosemary, never in my life has anyone ever done that to me. It was great." I told her. She beamed with delight and swam up to me, wrapping her legs around my waist, my cock went in an almost natural position into her pussy, she moved and wiggled till she had my whole length buried deep into her hot tight cunt. "I'll do anything for you Peter, you can do anything you want to me too, I don't care, as long as it makes you happy, I'm happy." She breathed. "Your incredible baby sister, I wish that you weren't my sister so we could live as husband and wife." I told her quietly. With a look of surprise on her face she exclaimed, "REALLY?" I leaned to her and kissed her to confirm what I'd said. We'll have to be careful so Pa don't catch us, I can't stand another thrashing like he gave me before. Rosemary ran her fingers down my back, feeling the scars. Tears welled in her eyes, she started to say something but I put my finger to her lips and shook my head. I started to pump in and out of her tight pussy, she rolled her eyes up and closed, relishing the feeling of finally having her oldest brother buried in her. Wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, I could feel her pussy squeezing me tight as she came quietly, the warmth rushing from her pussy around my balls in the cold water, told me she'd came, reaching down, I pulled her ass into me hard, buried deep into her I shot my seed, I came harder than I'd ever came in my life. Kissing me softly on the cheek, she whispered, "Thank you Pete." Not waiting for a response, she pulled off of me and swam off towards the others. I couldn't believe I'd just came in my sister, I was in heaven. I swam to the edge of the stream and gathered my clothes and started back towards the wagon. I could hear the giggles of my sisters as they started teasing my brothers. Smiling, I continued on back to camp. I paused only long enough to pull my clothes on, I stepped out from between the trees and saw Patty bent over the cook fire tending a pot of food. Westward Bound Ch. 3 Even after just having fucked my younger sister, seeing Patty bent over like that caused my cock to stir. I saw Pa getting on his horse riding off with the other men of the other three wagons, they were obviously going out to search for game, and any signs of Indians. Ma was over across the way talking to the other ladies, I snuck up behind Patty, I pressed my hard cock up against her ass, wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her back up against me. "I love you Patty." I whispered into her hair covered ear. She stiffened, "You're going to get us both into trouble Peter." She said stiffly. I turned her to face me, Patty's eyes were filled with tears, "Patty we need to talk about what happened." She only shook her head, looking at the ground. I reached down and moved the pot to the side so that it wouldn't burn, I took her hand and led her into the trees. We walked silently for a few minutes, we came into a clearing, a log making a perfect bench. I sat down, and pulled her down next to me. I told her what had happened at the stream, she looked at me with horror filled eyes. "Patty, it was you I wished I'd been with, not Rosemary. You're all I've ever wanted, even after Pa thrashed me." Tears running down her cheeks, she then told me what Pa had done to her, how he'd fucked her severely for at least two hours, he put his cock in her mouth, pussy and ass. She'd even told Ma, but Ma said that was what happened to naughty girls, and didn't try to comfort or console her. I sat in shock, she'd lived with this for the past four years, "Why didn't you tell me, Patty?" "I was afraid to be seen with you Pete, I was afraid to give Pa any reason to do those things to me again." I pulled her close to me and kissed her softly, "I love you." I whispered into her mouth. I could feel the years of stiffness, and longing melt, she kissed me back, and whispered, "God, Peter, I've always loved you." She then told me she'd never been with anyone since Pa did those things, she said the only way she got through it was to pretend it was me doing them to her. She'd avoided being alone with Pa at all costs, afraid that he'd do it just as a reminder, she hadn't even confided in our sisters about what had happened. I couldn't imagine having Pa's horse cock in my ass or any other part of my body. I knew she'd been hurt just as bad as I had from the thrashing, only her scars were inside. I told her that once we got settled where ever, that we'd go off together, and find a place for just us, and that we'd live as husband and wife, where no one knew us any other way. She smiled, and said that she'd love that, I told her I wanted to make love to her, but not out here in the open like this, I wanted it to be in a bed, like a husband and wife were suppose to do. She kissed me deeply, with all the love and devotion she had pent up inside of her. Her hand came to rest on my thigh, my dick started to stiffen, she felt it move, her fingers softly caressed it through my pants. She unfastened my pants and pulled my cock out, "OH Pete, its beautiful, not like Pa's." she said. Leaning forward she took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, working into my piss hole. I moaned in pleasure, I ran my fingers through her hair, I told her she'd best stop, she raised her head taking her mouth off my cock just enough to say, "I want to do this Pete, I want to suck you till you cum in my mouth." With that she went back down, taking almost the entire length down her throat, as her lips came up behind the ridge of the head, she went back down taking the entire thing down her throat. She took one of her hands and started to play with my balls, gently squeezing them, she wrapped both hands around my balls, squeezing gently she pulled downward, as if she were milking a cow. On each downward pull, she stretched the skin so tight on my balls, I thought they might actually pop out. When she had them tight, she opened her mouth wide and took them into her mouth, I could feel my cum rising quickly. My cock started to swell, pre-cum drooling out, Patty took just the head into her mouth and sucked and licked. "Oh God Patty! I'm cumming, oh yessssssss!" I started to jerk, spasm after spasm racked my body, I could feel my cum pumping into her mouth, she swallowed all she could. Any that got away from her she wiped up with her finger and licked it off. The most powerful and intense orgasm of my life, given to me by my twin sister. She kissed me deeply, whispering, "I can't wait to feel you in me Peter." I opened my eyes, and caught a glimpse of her ass, as she headed back to the camp site. Westward Bound Ch. 4-6 I'll continue this story line as time allows, I appreciate the many feedbacks I've recieved. This is a work of pure fantasy, and my thoughts on what it would've been like in these times. Enjoy-----Jerry Chapter Four I lay on the log trying to catch my breath, Patty was going to be an incredible fuck, I could hardly wait. My eyes closed, I listened to the sounds of the wild, birds singing, crickets chirping, squirrels playing, then I heard something that made me sit up with a start, leaves crackling under someone's foot. Scanning the brush, I came upon the face of Beth, staring out from between the bushes. "Hi Beth, you scared the devil out of me." I greeted the girl. Stepping into the clearing, she had a dazed look upon her face, "That was your sister that just sucked your cock." She stated flatly. Grinning, I said, "Yep, my twin as a matter of fact." I realized now, that when I'd gone over behind her wagon, there were no boys, she had no brothers. I tried to explain how things happen when you have siblings of the opposite sex, she waved her hand at me, " I understand fully, I've been lusting after my own Pa for years, I've even sucked him a few times, though he's always been dead drunk and don't remember it." Beth confessed. She then explained that she'd always been afraid of how a boy or man would react if they found out she'd sucked her Pa, and hopefully soon, fuck him. I assured her that it'd be just fine with me, I told her my plan of going off and living with Patty as my wife. "Take me with Ya'll!" she begged. "I saw your sister sucking your cock, I want it too. But not just once, or till we part, but all the time. I'll be like a second wife to you, you'd have two women to keep you happy." Beth said quickly. She couldn't believe she'd just said those things to a complete stranger, but she couldn't help it, since she saw his sister sucking him, she knew she had to be part of them. "I'll talk to Patty about it, Beth, I like that idea, I'm sure Patty will go along with it too, as long as I'm happy." She then suggested we go to the stream and fool around, smiling, I told her to lead the way. We got to the area where just 45 minutes ago, I'd fucked my younger sister, everyone was gone. I once again stripped down to skin, and dove into the refreshing water, I surfaced and turned to see Beth pulling the last of her under garments off. As she stood, my eyes were treated to one of the finest bodies I'd ever laid eyes on. She was short, hardly any breasts at all, but her nipples were big and thick, if I were to lay close I could probably count every pussy hair she had. Her pussy lips were naturally bald, Peter's dick started to grow hard, when she dove in he caught a glimpse of her magnificent ass, as she dove into the water, her ass looked like a heart. He had to have this one, he decided, she swam between his legs, turning, as she came up, she let her tongue slide into and up the crack of his ass. Peter thought he'd died and gone to heaven, this was awesome, he'd fucked his younger sister, gotten his cock sucked by his twin, and now his ass was getting tongued by this sexy little nymph. He wondered how long she could hold her breath, her tongue went from his asshole to his balls, up under his dick into his piss hole. His cock jerked with a power of its own, Beth rose up out of the water, wrapping her legs around his waist. He bent his head and kissed her deeply, she moaned into his mouth, he felt her warmth against the head of his dick. He pressed into her, and soon felt a barrier, looking into her face he questioned. "You're a virgin?" Beth blushed red, and nodded, " I told you, I've only sucked on my Pa, nothing else, but I'm so ready, I want to become a woman Peter, I want you to make me your woman." Kissing her softly, Pete said in a soft voice, "Beth I'd love to do this, but here in the water is no place to do it for the first time, the water washes away all your juices, and I'll need those juices to bust your cherry." Kissing her some more, Beth pleaded, "Please Peter, just do it, I don't care if it hurts." Smiling at the young girls enthusiasm, he kissed her forehead, and slide two fingers into her tight hole, they entered easily at first, but soon the water washed her lubricant away, and he could feel his fingers pulling roughly on her inner walls. Beth grunted with pain, "See, and that's just two fingers, my cock is bigger than three fingers around, so can you imagine the pain it'll cause?" Peter explained. "How about we meet later tonight at the same log, I'll bring a blanket and we'll do it then." he suggested. Beth agreed that would probably be better, but the disappointment was plain on her face. Peter led the girl to the waters edge, lifted her to a large rock, told her to lean back and spread her legs. With that, he kissed his way up her thighs, and started to lick and suck on her bald pussy, he savored the wonderful taste, so sweet, she was marvelous. Her clit was as big as the tip of his ring finger, like a baby dick, Peter sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue on it, gently biting it. Moans of pleasure escaped from Beth's lips, soon, the girl was experiencing the most intense orgasm of her young life, only having experienced the ones from her own hands. She bucked and thrashed upon the rock, her juices started to gush out, Peter thought the girl was pissing on him, but when he realized it was her cum, he lapped it up like a starving dog. Beth leaned up kissing him, licking her juices from his face and lips, she wondered if this was what love was supposed to feel like, or if she was just lusting for this boy. Beth heard her mother hollering for her, so they quickly dressed, kissed, and agreed to meet later that night when everyone was asleep. As Beth quickly went through the bushes back towards camp, Peter heard another noise behind him, a tapping noise. Peter turned towards the noise, his eyes widened in terror, his mouth dropped open, his life flashed before his eyes. Chapter Five What greeted Peter when he turned, was his mother, standing there, arms folded across her chest, her foot tapping. "MA!, How long you been standin' there?" Peter croaked. "Long enough young man, long enough." Sarah O'Shea said. She walked over to her eldest son, her eyes betrayed her facial expressions, what Peter saw at first glance was a mother that was extremely pissed off, but as she got closer, he saw a mother's eyes full of love and kindness. Sarah raised her hand and came at Peter's face, he flinched, her hand stopped, then continued when he saw she wasn't going to box his jaws. "Son, where'd you learn about doing what you did to that girl?" she asked. He told his mother he'd heard some of the other boys back home talking about it, and he'd tried it out on a few of his old girlfriends, they all loved it, so he always did it to a girl he was with. "I mean it only seems fair, if she's willing to suck my dick, then I should be willing to suck her." he reasoned. Sarah looked at her son, he was still bare chested, his pants were unbuttoned and she could see his soft pubic hair and the outline of his growing cock. Sarah felt something stir in her that she thought was dead, she felt moisture forming between her legs. This was her son, she tried to reason, but this only made her clit throb with desire. When she looked back up from her son's dick into his face, he was watching her, he too was taking stock of his mother. Sarah, like most girls in those days, married very young, the life hadn't been to hard on her, but the up coming trek and clearing and starting a new was going to take its toll on everyone. She was now only 35, she still had a very nice figure, and her skin was still creamy and silky smooth. She was a short woman, standing barely 5 foot, and was lucky if she weighed 95 pounds soaking wet. Her hair was blonde and her eyes were a brilliant blue, her lips were full, her breasts were medium and perky, she was thankful for that, she dreaded the day her breasts would sag and go flat like flapjacks. Her son's burning stare, made her hotter than she already was, she reached down took the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head, Peter, nearly fell over, he'd seen his mother naked many times, but never this close, and never alone with her. She pushed her undergarments off and to the ground, standing before her oldest son completely naked, Sarah could feel her juices running down her thighs. Peter saw his mother in a different light, she wasn't his mother any more, but a beautiful, sexy, woman, who he desired very much. His cock grew rigid and the head was sticking out of his pants, his mother looked down and gasped. "My God Pete, you're so hard, its shiny." Sarah said with true concern in her voice. She dropped to her knees, his cock just inches from her face, her hands started to reach for it. Peter thought he was going to pass out, his own mother, was about to touch his cock, he knew he'd blow his load at her touch. But to his relief, as her cool fingers wrapped around him, he kept his control, soon she was rubbing it all over her face, cooing at it, about it, kissing it, licking it, and finally taking the head into her mouth, then as much of his length as possible, she started to suck him. Sarah knew this was wrong, but she was over come with lust, she had to have her son, she had to know what that girl had felt. Her own husband, David O'Shea, wouldn't have ever even considered sucking her. He didn't care if she was satisfied, in his mind a woman was satisfied when she became pregnant. She hated him, he was rough and mean, his cock was the size of a small horse, she could put both her fists around it and there would still be enough of it sticking out for at least a hand and a half before it was covered. It was so thick, her fingers and thumb wouldn't meet when wrapped around it, and she had to force the head of it into her mouth, her teeth scrapping the sensitive glans. She finally started to refuse to suck him, he hardly ever bathed, and his uncircumcised cock had a foul odor to it. She knew he'd raped Patty, her oldest daughter, but there wasn't anything she could do about it, and knew if she said anything to her husband, he'd beat them both till they couldn't walk. It'd been almost 4 years since she'd had sex with David, she started to refuse him when she walked into the barn one evening to tell him that supper was ready, when she saw something that both made her sick and intrigued her. David was behind the milk cow, he was sliding his cock deep into the old heifer, he was getting the whole thing into her. She couldn't blame him, she could only take a little over a fourth of its length, but she wasn't going to have him fuck her with the juices of the cow on his cock She threw herself into raising her family, sewing, cooking and cleaning, she'd been awakened on several occasions from her husbands cock going into her, but as soon as she realized what was going on, she got up, went outside and washed herself, hoping she wouldn't catch anything from him. Finally after she blew up at him, he stopped pestering her, and started staying out in the barn more often, or going over to the next town to fuck this one whore at the saloon there, she was like a small cow, she could take his entire length with ease, and she even could get most of him down her throat. All for the bargain price of a drink and half a dollar, so he had no problem with leaving his frigid wife alone. That's how he caught his two oldest children in the barn, kissing and feeling each other up, he was jealous, not really angry at them for doing it, he was angry because they interrupted his time with the cow. By the time he'd gotten through thrashing the boy, his cock was so hard it hurt, he saw his beautiful daughter laying there in the hay, so he decided to show her what a real cock was like. No matter how many times he came, his cock stayed hard, he fucked her mouth, her ass, and her virgin pussy. She was so tight it hurt him too, ripped the skin a bit, but the idea of fucking his daughter like this just fueled his hardon. Finally, after he'd covered the girl in cum, his cock finally softened, he realized what he'd done, but before he could say anything the girl went running out of the barn crying, he didn't see her for several days, not even in the evening at supper. He knew everyone knew what had happened, at least he thought so, no one but his wife knew, but his guilt of what he'd done, also drove him to seeking out the comfort of the bottle and the whore. A few weeks before he'd decided to make the move out west, he went out to the outhouse, and screamed in pain as it felt like he was pissing razor blades. He went to the doctor, and was told he had the clap, the doctor gave him a tonic, and after he'd drank it down, the doctor told him to sit in the chair. Once in the chair, the doctor tied David's hands to the arms of the chair, pulled his pants down to his knees, David thought the doctor was on the funny side, but was soon in shock when the doctor turned around. In his hands the doctor held a small thin metal rod, it was glowing white hot, the doctor placed a piece of raw hide between David's teeth, winked, grabbed his cock, and slide the white hot rod into David's piss hole. David grit his teeth, screamed, he could hear it sizzle, he could smell his flesh burning, David passed out. When he woke up, his dick felt as if a horse had ridden on it, he looked, it was swollen, and bruised, black charred flesh was seeping out of his piss hole. The doctor told him that it would be a couple of days before the pain went away, and he still was infected, but probably wouldn't die anytime soon. The doctor told him, that sex was no longer a possibility in his life, not with women, men, or animals, that he'd pass it on, and would make everyone sick with it. In disbelief, David rode slowly back to his farm, no more sex, his life was over as far as he was concerned. Chapter Six Peter, was about to cum in his mother's mouth, he wanted to do that, but he also wanted to feel her hot pussy around his cock. Reaching down, he gently pulled her off his cock, she regretfully let it go, letting it make a popping noise as it sprang out. He lifted her to her feet, and leaned down and kissed her softly, letting their passions grow, their hands exploring each others bodies. Peter lifted his mother up turned and placed her on a grassy knoll besides the rock he'd just minutes earlier had sucked Beth to an orgasm. Spreading his mothers legs, he kissed her thighs, licking the crease between her leg and her pussy, letting his tongue trail along her slit, pushing the thick hair to the side as he went, tasting her strong musky juices that had formed droplets there. Reaching in, he spread her lips open, her clit barely poking out from under her meaty clit hood, he pushed the hood back tight, her clit popping out, he licked and flicked it with his tongue. Sarah was thrashing her head from side to side, never, in her life had she felt anything so wonderful, she started to thrust against her son's face. She grasped his hair with both hands, moaning, "Yes, Peter, suck your mother, suck me soooo good." Her words encouraged him to get bolder, he let his tongue stray downward, till he found her tight puckered asshole. He licked and probed her ass, this brought a response that he really liked, she growled, growled like a wild animal, grinding her ass into his face, trying to fuck his tongue. Finally he moved back up to her pussy, sucking the meaty inner lips, sucking all the juices off of them, pulling them taunt between his lips, letting them slide out from between them, letting them pop back into place, he plunged his tongue deep into her tight, hot, wet hole. This pushed Sarah over the edge, she started to cum, "Oh God Peter, I'm cummmminnnnnggggggg!!" she cried. Her body in spasms, jerking, twitching, she started to cry, Sarah, age 35, had just experienced her first orgasm, an orgasm brought on by the wonderful tongue of her son. She no longer cared, she had to be with him from here on out, she wanted him in her, she pulled him up, she felt his hard cock poking at her tender pussy lips, she reached down, taking his beautiful cock in her hands, and guided him into her, 4 years of nothing in her it was almost like she was a virgin again, it took a few minutes for her small frame to become accustom to her son's thick cock, but soon, she was taking all but about an inch into her. He slammed into her, his own needs taking over, his balls slapping against her ass, pulling out till just the tip was in her, and slamming it in all the way. It only took about a dozen thrusts like this to push Peter over the edge, he buried his cock deep into his mother, spurting his cum deep into her, Sarah, feeling his hot cum splash against her inner walls, came for the second time in her life. She wept into his shoulder, jerking with spasms from her orgasm. Peter, hearing and seeing his mother cry, thought she was crying because of what they'd done. He tried to apologize for what he'd done to her, she hushed him with kisses, telling him, her tears were tears of happiness and joy, she explained to him that she'd never felt like that before in her life. They kissed some more, entered the cold water and washed off, got dressed and headed back to camp. As they left the area, they didn't realize that someone was watching them, the ones watching didn't understand that they were mother and son, they just saw two white people rutting like beasts in the dirt. The two indian scouts quietly backed away from the clearing as well, they both had hardon's and both wanted white women. Westward Bound Ch. 7 - 9 The saga continues, if this is you're first time reading Westward Bound, please take the time to read the first few chapters so you won't be lost. For those of you that have written, thank you for your kind words and support. I'll try and post more of the story soon. Enjoy. Chapter Seven Herman and Esther Davidson had decided to leave their comfortable cabin to head out for the west, in search of a place of their own, for the past 12 years they'd sweat and bled for a way to get by on a share croppers farm. They felt blessed that they had their loving daughter, Betsy, she was growing quickly into a beautiful young woman, they'd hoped she'd been married by now, bringing a husband into their family. Herman needed an extra set of hands, Betsy and Esther did all they could, but it took both of them to do the work a man or older boy could do. Herman loved his family, and would do anything for them, he knew that life on the frontier was going to be rough and dangerous, but if they didn't try, then he was going to die on land that didn't even belong to him. Herman met Esther at a barn raising, he fell in love with her the minute he laid eyes on her. He asked her father permission to court her, Esther's Father gave his approval, three months later, they were getting married. Three months after that, she was pregnant, giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. They'd been trying ever since to have more, but they never could produce anymore offspring. Unknown to Herman, Esther was fooling around when he was off on hunting trips, and any other time she could spread her legs while her husband was gone. She'd gotten pregnant, and wasn't sure who the father was, now 18 years later, she knew that Herman wasn't the father of Betsy. Esther saw Betsy when she came running back into camp, she looked flush, she went over to check on her daughter. "You feeling ok Betsy?" She asked. "I'm fine mamma, just a little hot from running." Betsy replied. Seeing her daughters hair wet, she thought a nice refreshing dip in the water would be a very welcomed event. She told her daughter to tend to the fire and watch the food she was cooking. Heading off towards the stream, Esther wondered if she was going to be able to have sex with Herman tonight. Lost in thought of having Herman slam his hard cock into her, she almost walked into a situation that would've proved to be very embarrassing for all. She was watching a mother let her son, suck her and fuck her for all they were worth. At first she was repulsed by it, then as she thought about it, she was so turned on. She lifted her dress, placing her hand inside her undergarments, she started to finger her clit. When the incestuous couple came, so did Esther, she quickly hid behind some bushes till the mother and son left. She hurried into the clearing and removed her clothes, and dove into the water. Floating on her back, Esther relished the feeling of the sun on her naked body, as she floated, she drifted off into another world, letting her hand and fingers play on her hot, wet pussy. Herman got back to the camp, saw Betsy at the camp fire, she was so beautiful he thought to himself, it was all he could do to keep from having his way with her. He loved to watch her bathe, he also had caught her fingering herself one morning in the barn, if he'd known she wouldn't have caused a scene, he'd have walked in and given her a hand. Betsy turned and saw her father approaching, automatically her eyes went from his face, to his crotch, sure enough his cock was starting to rise. This made Betsy feel very special, knowing she could maker her father hard just by letting him look at her. "Where's your Ma?" He asked. "She went to the stream to cool off, Pa." The young girl told him. Smiling, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, almost running towards the stream, as he came around some bushes, he almost knocked Peter and his mother over. Quick apologies and he was back on his way towards his sexy wife, he knew that she'd been unfaithful to him in their early years of the marriage, so had he, but they were both young. He had one thing to be thankful for, Betsy, he knew that she wasn't his, but he still thought of her that way, raising her, not letting on that he knew other wise. He peered through the bushes, Esther was floating on her back, her large breasts looked as if they were what was keeping her afloat. Her thick hairy pussy, looked like a patch of moss or grass floating on the water. His cock grew longer and harder, he stripped off, and eased into the water, unknown to Esther. Sinking down he swam up under his wife, grabbing her by the waist, he shot straight up into the air, tossing her high, she screamed out in terror before she plunged into the water. H erman was standing there laughing as she came back up in a panic, unsure of what had grabbed her, tossed her, it scared her so badly, she'd started pissing allover the place. When she heard Herman laughing, she knew what had happened, she turned and hit at him, laughing now herself. Herman grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him quickly, their mouths locking together, her legs wrapping around him tightly. She could feel his hard cock pressing between her lips, and against her belly. She loved his big cock, it wasn't the largest she'd ever had, but it was the one that fit just right, giving her that perfect feeling. They moved to the waters edge, Herman looked deep into her face, "I love you, Esther." He said. "I love you, Herman." Esther said as she kissed him passionately. Laying her on the grass, he slid his hard cock into her wet hole, plunging in deeply, Esther let out a sound that was between a growl and a moan, almost a purr. Their love making was so intense, that neither heard anything going on around them. The Indian scouts, heard Esther's screams, they went back to look, they saw the big man and the woman kissing. They watched with growing hardon's as the man plunged into the small woman. They knew they were taking a risk, but they wanted this white woman, they wanted her badly. They worked quickly and quietly, neither of the couple heard the Indians approach, Esther saw the first one, but before she could react, the second one hand clubbed Herman in the back of the head. Out cold, Herman collapsed on top of her, knocking the wind out of her, she was unable to scream for help. She saw the front flap of the first Indian's loin clothe sticking up, she knew they were going to rape her, these savages, these animals, were going to touch her. She swooned at the thought, feeling her husbands softening cock still in her, looking at the Indians hardon, she started to cum herself. She heard them talking, then she blacked out. Chapter Eight Supper was done, and her parents still weren't back. Betsy didn't know if she was jealous, or made because she knew what they were doing. She'd give them a little longer before she went down to get them. She wondered over to the O'Shea's camp site, talking to the girls of that family. The one thing Betsy hated about her life, was the fact that she never had a brother or a sister, she grew up alone, played alone, it wasn't until she started going to school that she even saw another child her age. Before long she felt like she was part of the family, they even teased her about Peter, she blushed at this, not knowing if she should tell the girls about what had happened at the stream earlier. Sarah O'Shea called out to her family that supper was ready, Betsy told the girls she had to go to the stream and fetch her parents, Robin told Betsy she'd go with her if she wanted. Betsy, told the girl she'd love the company. They ran off together into the trees in search for the Davidson's. "You know, I was with Peter earlier." Betsy confessed to Robin. "Really? What did y'all do?" Robin asked in excitement. "We had some fun, but he kept calling me Beth, I didn't want to ruin the moment, or embarrass him, so I didn't say anything." She confided to the youngest female O'Shea. Laughing, Robin explained, "That was Peter's last girlfriends name back home. He didn't mean anything by it, he just called you that out of habit. You'll see." The girls giggled and continued on down to the stream, telling Robin if they were quiet on their approach they might get to see her parents fucking, so the snuck up quietly. As they peered through the bushes, they expected to watch a good show, instead, the clearing was empty. They entered the clearing, looking around as they emerged, no one was there, Betsy saw her mothers clothes over on a rock, she went over and picked them up. "Surely they didn't go back to the camp naked." She said out loud. Both girls scanned the area, finding nothing, they decided to go back to the camp and see if they were there. Betsy carried her mothers clothes with her. As they were leaving the clearing, Robin almost tripped over something, she picked the object up, it was Herman Davidson's clothes. This really worried Betsy, she knew her father would never leave his clothes just laying around. They ran back to camp, hoping the couple was there already. Sarah O'Shea looked up from the iron kettle she was cooking supper in, she saw her youngest and the Davidson girl come running up, they both had clothes in their hands. At first she thought the girls were playing a trick on the Davidson's. But the girls frightened looks, told her they weren't playing around. Quickly and out of breath the girls told her what they'd found at the stream, Betsy's worst fears were quickly becoming reality when she was told her parents weren't there. David O'Shea came riding up at that moment, he saw the young girls with frightened looks on their faces, concern on his wife's. When told what was going on, David yelled for Peter, Thomas, and Robert, he also yelled for Hank Brooks, Phillip McPherson, and hollered for them to bring their boys too. The men gathered at the O'Shea fire, they all carried rifles, David explained that the Davidson's were missing, and they needed to see if they could find them. James Brooks, ran over and grabbed his coon dogs rope, "Ole Bessie will find them." He boasted. He was proud of his coon dog, she had won him several prizes at different events. He took Herbert's pants from Robin, he winked at her as he did, putting the pants to Bessie's nose, he handed the pants back to Robin. He then reached down unfastening the rope around the dogs neck, "Go get em girl!" James encouraged his dog. Immediately the dog started sniffing the ground, and started to bellow out her lonesome cry, she ran towards the trees, the men all followed. James ran behind his dog, she took the men to the spot where Herbert had removed his clothes. "Go on girl, find him." He told the dog. Again she started sniffing the ground, she ran on through the brush, everyone followed. In the clearing Bessie ran up to the waters edge, sniffing quietly, she moved over a few feet, then stopped. She started to bellow and howl, James knew something was wrong, he ran to her, there on the ground it was as if someone had painted the grass red. He placed his finger into it, he drew back a blood covered finger. The other men came running up, all grew quiet when they saw James' finger. "Look for him, girl!" James ordered the dog. She immediately sniffed the ground, she bellowed and ran over to a shallow area of the stream, she crossed the stream, sniffed the other shore, bellowed and took off. The men followed, when they came out of the trees, it was open land again. Bessie had come to a spot and sat, James looked, there were several sets of horse tracks, riding off into the distance, the tracks were of horses that had not been shoed. This could only mean one thing, Indians. They ran up towards the top of a hill, the tracks went on towards the horizon. James was petting and praising his dog for a job well done. The group returned to the camp in a hurry. Chapter Nine Every eye in camp were on the men as they returned to camp, "Did you find my parents, Mr. O'Shea?" Betsy asked tears filling her eyes. "Not yet young lady." David replied, trying to sound hopeful. The men went to the area where the horses were, David said he'd go, and wanted his boys to stay with the family to protect them, Both of the older men saddled their horses, as well as James Brooks, although he tied Bessie back up to the wagon. The men all rode out, telling the ones that stayed, that if they didn't return by sun up, they were to break camp and head west, if they came across any soldiers, they were to tell them what had happened. Peter walked back to the camp site, his little harem was standing there looking at him, a few with lust in their eyes. Betsy ran to him, burying her face into his chest crying, "Oh, Peter, what am I going to do?" Peter, wrapped his arms around the girl in a protective manner, he looked up and caught his mothers eye's, jealousy and hatred was what he saw. Smiling at her, he put his fingers under the girls chin, lifted her face towards his, and gently kissed her on the lips. He heard a gasp escape from her lips as well as his mothers and several of his sisters, he looked at Patty, she was smiling, licking her lips, his mother was so mad, she almost tipped the kettle over that was filled with their supper. "Let's everyone come eat." Sarah said, in hopes that the young slut would leave her sons arms. She couldn't believe how she was feeling, this was her son, but only moments earlier, he had been between her legs, the same place 21 years before he'd came from. She wanted hem there again, she didn't want to share him with anyone, though she knew she would if that was what it took to get him back into her on a regular basis. As she was filling bowls with the hot food, she breathed a little easier as she saw the girl pull out of Peters arms. The camp turned and watched as the men left the camp site, as soon as they cleared the trees, they urged their horses into a gallop, racing towards the trail of horse tracks. Everyone sat by the fire as they ate, Peter could feel his cock getting hard from the warmth the fire cast upon his crotch. He couldn't believe that he was getting hard again, not after all he'd been through today so far. When he heard his Pa say he'd be leaving, and Peter had to stay to protect the family, a fantasy formed in his head, Peter was now the head of the O'Shea family, and once he was settled into a place, he'd have all of the O'Shea women and treat them as his wives. Betsy came and sat down beside Peter, she was still shaking, tears flowing, Peter sat his plate down and put an arm around the girl in comfort. Leaning into her, he pressed his lips to her ear whispering that all would be ok. When he looked up, he saw all the O'Shea women eyes focused on him, some looked on as if nothing were wrong, some with jealousy, some with lust. Peter knew that for this to work, he'd have to lay down the law and make it stick. "Patty, will you take Betsy and see that she gets some rest." Peter said to his twin, the way he said it made it sound more like a request but still had the firmness of an order. Nodding as she came to the girls side, Patty helped her to her feet and ushered the girl off to the wagon. Peter stood, scanned the group of women and said, "You all best get some rest too, me and the boys will make sure nothing happens while you sleep." At this point Sarah snapped out of her dream like state, she'd been thinking what it'd be like to be able to have her son anytime she wanted or needed, agreeing with Peter, she started to get the rest of the girls ready for bed. Peter had the rest of the male members of his family and the older boys from the other family and sat down to discuss who would take what turn standing guard. Peter knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, he posted a boy on opposite ends of the camp, while he wandered around amongst the wagons. In moments everyone was settled and sleeping, the crickets chirping, the frogs croaking, the soft gentle snores of the younger kids in camp. His mind wandered off into the distance, wondering what his Pa and the other men found, he wanted all to return safe but secretly wished for his fantasy to come true of his becoming the head of the family. He wouldn't know what was happening till morning, then they'd all learn what fate had dealt them.