| Friday, July 4, 2008
Adult
Erotica - Dede's War
A desert breeze blew in through the open doors of the hacienda. The water
ola swung gently beneath the cool, shaded porch. Sparrows, nesting in the
nearby adobe barn, swooped into the courtyard, searching for flies and
yellow jackets. A cricket squeaked from a hidden corner of the courtyards.
Katydids set up their minute howl from the dry, dust-covered brush. A hawk
flew overhead and all noise stopped. As the hawk receded into the distance
the chatter of birds and insects continued.
The hacienda was constructed of adobe, as was the courtyard around it.
It had a low adobe wall to keep out vermin, topped by and old weathered
wooden fence to keep out larger animals. Horses neighed from the coolness
of a lean-too, designed to give them partial protection from heat and storms.
A mare stomped and it's foul nodded it's head and ran up to the mare, as
if understanding her secret language.
A chicken began cackling, proud of it's latest accomplishment. A wet brown
egg lay in the nest behind it. The heat, blowing down off the rocky mountain
behind the ranch, stirred up a dust devil 100 feet tall. The tall, slender
funnel of yellow sand crept across landscape, battering the creosote bushes,
sage, and cactus. Eventually it began to slow, lose it's shape and falter.
Sand fell like sleet in a winter storm. The falling sand struck the open
eyes of a man in a brown vest, blue striped shirt, and levis. The eyes,
staring up into the heavens, did not blink. The paper tag from his tobacco
pouch blew on the white string, like a tiny kite in the wind. The sun gleamed
off his brass belt buckle. His gun belt was buckled on just beneath it.
The holster was empty. In his hand was the missing gun, still clutched
in his frozen grip. Looking at the front of the pistol, one could tell
that three cartridges were empty.
The yellow sand was disturbed around the body, as if several men had sat
atop their horses, looking down at the body. The tracks led off to the
north. A coyote crept close to the body, sniffed the smell of blood, mixed
with the man smell, and crept away whining. Although it was hungry, it
could not take a chance that the man wasn't dead. It's wasn't worth the
price of a meal.
The sun slowly drifted across the sky. It was late afternoon when the sound
of hooves, wheels on gravel, and trace chains, broke the stillness of the
desert.
Two women rode in the wagon, obviously mother and daughter. The mother
put her hand on her daughter's new hat and smiled. She shook the reins,
eager to be home. If her husband was in a good mood, he may have started
the steaks cooking. She had started the beans on the stove before she left.
If her husband had remembered to feed the fire, they would eat soon.
She raised her head and looked at the chimney. Her daughter saw the look
of disappointment cross her face.
"What's the matter, mama?"
"Your father forgot to put wood in the fire again. The stove will be cold."
"Papa has lot's to do, with the new colt and all. I told him I wanted venison,
he's probably out hunting," Dede said joyously. She turned and her face
twisted into a mask of horror as she saw the body.
"DADDY!" she screamed, leaping from the wagon.
Dede Becket drew her gun with blinding speed. The gun leaped into her hand
without thought. A roar reverberated off the rocky mountains. A cloud of
smoke obscured Dede's face for a moment. When it cleared, her face remained
frozen, her eyes as unblinking as her dead father's six months before.
Her cold eyes did not focus on the battered can rolling across the ground,
they stared into the future at the four men who had killed her father.
She dropped the gun into the holster and drew again the moment the sound
of the seating gun reached her ears. She dropped the gun back into the
holster, spun and fired, without being aware that she had drawn. The second
can leaped off the adobe fence and spun into the desert beyond. She slowly
began to reload deftly, with her powder horn and a bag of bullets.
"Don't go," Martha Becket said to her daughter. "You are all I have left."
"Daddy didn't have a son, if he had, he would have done this job. Now it
falls to me."
"You're not... you can't..." Martha said helplessly, her eyes full of desperation.
Dede silently nodded. She had waited long enough.
Dede had known that she didn't have a chance with the gun when she found
her father's body. They would have simply raped and murdered her as well,
if she'd ridden out. As days turned into weeks, then months, Dede grew
better with her pistol. At first blisters had formed, at her constant handling
of the gun. Now her fingers were calloused. Dede packed her saddle bags,
hugged her mother and stepped into the corral.
The colt was now 8 months old, old enough to be weaned from it's mother.
Dede tied the colt to the fence with a piece of twine. She threw the saddle
on the bay mare and rode out, jumping the fence rather than opening the
gate.
Martha stood watching her daughter retreating down the road. She sank into
the porch swing and began rocking. By midnight she was still there, looking
off into the darkness. She went in to bed sometime around 2 in the morning,
still listening for the sound of returning hooves.
El Paso lay 70 miles southwest of the hacienda. Dede made this her primary
destination. She stopped off at the Chelsy ranch, within sight of El Paso,
the following evening. She borrowed food and ammunition, then rode off
with the merest word of thanks.
El Lobo lay about 50 miles south of Juarez on the trail leading deep into
Mexico. It was little more that a handful of buildings and a cantina of
the same name.
A bay mare stood hitched to the railing. Behind it were several piles of
manure, signifying that the horse had been standing for quite some time.
It flashed it's tail at a cloud of flies in annoyance, then perked up it's
ears at the sound of a muffled scream.
A cat o'nine tails slashed red streaks across Dede's lower back and the
upper cheeks of her shapely ass. Her naked body jerked and she screamed,
pulling against the straps securing her to the low pine beam overhead.
She swung on the thick leather straps, sobbing helplessly.
"Do it again," a cute Mexican girl called to the skinny old man with the
whip. "She's almost my color. See," she said, placing her cheek against
the soft red-streaked cheeks of Dede's ass. She closed her eyes and rubbed
her cheek against Dede's ass erotically.
"Kiss it, Ramona," a fat man with a bottle of tequila called. He held up
his bottle in salute, then took a long swallow of the burning liquid. He
gasped, then looked back with tear-filled eyes. He swore an oath as Ramona
gave Dede's ass a long, loving kiss. Dede shuddered and tried to pull away.
"Ride her senora," a man called from the back corner of the bar.
"Not without payment," she said, laughing at the faces around the bar.
"I do nothing for free."
"We could take up a collection," one man called.
"Get out of the way, woman," the skinny man with the whip called. He pulled
back the whip and slashed it across Dede's back. She screamed. The end
of the braided whip touched her large, pink nipple, starting a horrible
fire in her chest. Her ass throbbed with a deep, horrible fire of it's
own. She sobbed, looking hatred at the men in the bar. The whore approached
and she hissed an oath at her. The behavior of the men, she could almost
understand. But a fellow woman? How dare she.
"Get away from me you stinking whore," Dede screamed. One of the men translated
and Ramona laughed. Ramona approached Dede's face. She looked at it, smiled,
then suddenly dipped and captured Dede's battered breast into her mouth.
She sucked for a moment, then pulled away so only the nipple was in her
mouth. She nursed gently, easing some of the pain from the whip.
"How does that feel?" Ramona asked with a smile. The man translated.
"Like I have been sucked by a whore," Dede growled. Again the man translated.
Ramona stepped back and slapped Dede across the face.
"What she needs is a good fuck," Ramona said, looking at the men in the
bar. "Who's first?"
"Let el azole go first," the man with the whip laughed, holding up the
braided end of the leather whip.
"Yes, let azole go first. Use the whip," the fat man yelled.
"Muchachos," the bartender said in concern. "I do not want to get shot,
or my cantina burned for a puta," he spat the words. "One of you get rid
of her horse, and take her out back," he growled. One man rushed outside.
The man with the whip, and Ramona, untied Dede and dragged her to the little
adobe shack behind the cantina. It was Ramona's room, used only for business.
In minutes they had her tied hand and foot to the old, dirty bed.
"I will go first," Ramona said with relish.
"I knew you were strange," the man with the whip cackled.
"She is special, she is an Americano. I bet she tastes like honey," Ramona
said, pulling off her own dress. She stood naked beside Dede. Dede was
both revolted and fascinated. She had never considered such a perverted
arrangement. Two women were not meant to go together. What could Ramona
do without a cock?
Ramona fell atop Dede and began nursing on her left breast. Dede closed
her eyes and tried to make believe it wasn't happening. But Ramona's mouth
felt so soft and warm. It was impossible to ignore it.
Ramona moved to the right breast, moaning as she captured the childish
breast in her hot mouth. She sucked gently, while her tongue strummed the
nipple. Dede arched up off the bed and gasped.
"She's ready," the man with the whip whispered. Dede's eyes flew open.
She had forgotten where she was. The man with the whip, the fat man, and
the other, all stood in the doorway with the blanket pulled back. They
were watching with excited, greedy looks on their faces.
"Get on with it," the fat man mumbled. He took another drink of tequila.
The splash of liquid made Dede thirsty.
Dede suddenly grew alert as Ramona kissed her way down her stomach. Her
eyes widened. She looked down in surprise, and puzzlement. What was Ramona
doing? Abruptly, Dede knew. She stared in disbelief as Ramona gently munched
on her brown, curly pubic hair, then slid between Dede's legs with a thump.
She eyed Dede's pussy for a moment. Dede's breath was coming in harsh gasps.
She didn't believe what she was seeing. She had never imagined seeing a
woman staring at her sex so closely. The main thought in her head was,
what did the woman think of it?
"Cute," Ramona said, as if reading her thoughts. "Tell her it's beautiful,
Miguel."
"The se¤ora compliments you," the man who had taken care of the
horse said. "She say's you are beautiful."
"I understood," Dede nodded. Her frightened eyes went to Ramona's face,
as if she were afraid to look. Afraid that she would frighten the woman
away? Perhaps.
"Kiss it, woman," the man with the whip gasped.
"Shut up or go away," she said, then leaned down and kissed Dede's pussy
gently. Dede nearly screamed with pent- up emotion. She lifted her head
and looked down. Ramona was calmly mouthing her pussy, while looking deep
into her eyes. For a moment Dede had a comical view of Ramona's face, with
her lip lined with pubic hair, as if she'd grown a mustache. But there
was nothing funny about the instant fire in her loins. Her pussy and ass
were burning.
Ramona slid her tongue between the moist folds and licked it quickly, while
she worked her way from the bottom to the top. She found the small clit,
hidden between the puffy folds of flesh. She sucked it into her mouth and
tongued it gently. Dede cried, heaving her body up off the bed. She fell
back to the bed, upsetting a cloud of dust from the dirty blanket. Ramona
held the lips of Dede's pussy open and licked it lovingly. She concentrated
on every little inch of flesh, including the tiny delicate mound and pussy
lips. Ramona had never seen a more beautiful pussy in her life.
Dede's fluids were plentiful. The juices filled the warm envelope of flesh,
creating a flood of flavor and aroma. Ramona sucked the juices into her
mouth noisily, as if sucking on an orange. Dede whimpered, watching the
sweet mouth sup on her womanhood.
Ramona gently placed the tip of her index finger at the entrance to Dede's
pussy. Dede tensed, knowing it would hurt, but prepared for it. Ramona
pushed, turning her finger as she slid it inside of Dede's quivering flesh.
Her eyes widened in horrified surprise.
"Mi dios," Ramona gasped. "She is a virgin," she said in surprise. Miguel
and the fat man both crossed themselves. They began to back away.
"So what!" the man with the whip yelled. "We are all virgins until we lose
it. Finish her."
"Not me," Ramona said, lifting off the bed and crawling off.
"What?" Dede asked in helpless surprise.
"Let me have her," the man with the whip said, pushing past Ramona.
"It is bad luck to rape a virgin," Miguel gasped. "God will hate you."
"Look how I live. He already hates me. Now it is time to take something
from him," the man said, untying his pants. He dropped them and crawled
up on the bed. He roughly mashed one small breast in his right hand, while
sucking the left one with his mouth. Slowly he pressed his cock against
her virginal pussy and shoved. It took nearly a minute for the hymen to
tear, allowing him inside. Dede howled in pain. Miguel turned and sprinted
away, muttering a prayer. Ramona and the fat man watched from the open
doorway.
Dede's pain began to pass. As the man pumped away in her pussy, she thrust
her pelvis up to meet him. Shuddering in restrained passion, she whimpered
and moaned under his brutal attack. The pain of her maidenhead began to
blend in with the burning passion of her inflamed pussy. Blood mixed with
lubricant to create a pink foam between her legs. Her tiny, girlish pussy
stretched dramatically to take his short thick cock. She shivered as it
pumped in and out of her. She kept her eyes tightly closed, to avoid seeing
the dirty man on top of her. She visualized Ramona, as she mouthed her
pussy, looking deep into her eyes. It was the most erotic moment of her
life.
"Oh yes," Dede gasped joyously. She grunted with increased enthusiasm.
She slammed her pelvis into the man's crotch, trying to further stimulate
herself. The fire in her loins was intolerable. It sought out the fire
in her ass and breasts, blending into one molten, liquid pool of ecstasy.
"Yes!" Dede screamed, stiffening with her back arched beneath him. He looked
down in awed surprise at the white virgin. She was so beautiful, so savage.
She gurgled as if she was having a seizure. She threw her head from side
to side. Her exploding pussy grasped the shaft of his fat cock as if trying
to capture it. It was too much for the man. He grunted louder and louder,
then stiffened above her.
"Pull out," Ramona said, shaking him to get his attention. "Pull out now
or I will shoot you," Ramona said, slapping the man across his face. He
reluctantly pulled out and began shooting sperm onto Dede's pubic hair
and lower abdomen. He shuddered for several minutes after his cock stopped
spurting. Finally he climbed to his knees and stood.
The fat man saw the blood on the man's cock and pubic area. He crossed
himself again and turned, fleeing into the cantina.
"Cowards," the man growled. He pulled up his pants, covering the blood.
He tied his pants, turned and grinned at Dede, then followed the fat man
inside.
"I'm sorry," Ramona said in broken English.
"That was incredible," Dede said, looking down at her bloody legs. "Oh
no," she moaned.
"If I release you, do you promise not to kill me?" Ramona asked.
"Yes," Dede said, turning away. Ramona gave her a thoughtful look, came
to a decision and untied her. Dede rubbed her wrists, then grabbed Ramona
and pulled her into a kiss.
"Thank you," Dede said in Spanish.
"Por Nada," Ramona said, breathing rapidly.
"My clothes... ropas?"
"En cantina," Ramona nodded toward the cantina. Dede sighed and looked
down at the dirty ragged blanket. She tied it around herself toga fashion,
then stepped quickly toward the livery stable nearby. She found her horse
and gear in the barn, including her rifle. She checked the rounds, spun
and headed toward the cantina. Ramona stood uncertainly at the back door.
Dede motioned with the end of her rifle and Ramona fled.
Dede entered the broken back door of the bar and jacked a shell into the
chamber. All heads turned. Fatty and the man with the whip grew horrified.
The whip still lay on the table beside the man who had wielded it.
"Miguel, tell this man to strip," Dede said. The man listened and shook
his head. Dede raised her rifle and shot into the top of the table. The
man screamed as splinters filled his hip. The bartenders started to move,
but Dede swung her rifle in his direction, while jacking another shell
into the chamber. She shook her head slowly. The bartender backed against
the wall of liquor.
"Tell this man to strip, or I will gut shoot him," Dede whispered. The
man reluctantly threw off his suspenders, and shucked his shirt over his
head. His pants followed in a moment. He wore nothing underneath.
"Whip him," Dede growled to the fat man. Miguel quietly translated. The
fat man licked his lips. He did not seem at all upset at the task. He grabbed
up the whip and pushed the man over the splintered table. Before he had
taken a breath the whip came down across the naked man's ass. He screamed
and bounced up, but the fat man pushed him back down and lashed him again.
It was obvious to everyone in the bar, that the fat man was enjoying his
task. A look of perverted joy twisted the man's face. He lashed the helpless
man again and again. Finally Dede had to scream to stop him.
"Now shove it up his ass," Dede said with great relish. The man started
to obey.
"Spit on it," Dede yelled. The man spit on the end of the whip, positioned
it in the helpless man's ass, and shoved. The man screamed, a long and
forlorn sound, much like Dede had made just moments before. She smiled
and rested the rifle in the crook of her arm. She found her clothes scattered
around the floor. Her pistol was resting on the bar. She took up everything
as best she could, and went down the street to the watering trough. It
took only a moment to bathe thoroughly and redress. Feeling much better,
she returned to the bar to find the fat man still fucking the other man
in the ass with the whip. Nobody tried to stop him.
Dede shook her head with a smile and left through the back door.
"Thanks," she said to Ramona, before saddling her horse and riding out.
Dede rode her bay up a sandy hill, rounded a rock and looked down at the
cabin below. She wore a gray slicker. Thunder grumbled in the distance.
She took the rifle from the boot of her saddle, dropped to the ground and
crawled forward.
From her neighbors back home, and a hotel man in El Paso, she had a sketchy
description of the four men, but she had excellent description of their
horses. All four horses were large and fast, signifying outlaw stock. One
was the easiest to spot, as if the outlaw was flaunting it. He had a black
with a white blaze on his forehead. A bay horse, also with a white blaze,
had two white stockings on it's front feet. The two horses that were left
were a common appaloosa and a gray. There was nothing special about either
horse except the gray had an old bullet wound crossing the left cheek of
it's ass, just behind the saddle.
The cabin had a corral, with three horses standing lazily behind it, slapping
flies. There were two bays and a pinto. Smoke started from the chimney.
The sounds of pans banging came to her like a distant love song. Her stomach
growled in hunger.
"That's all I need to know," Dede said, shoving the rifle back into it's
boot. "Breakfast," she whispered, sliding into the saddle with the ease
of long practice.
A slender blonde man came to the door with a pistol in his hand. Dede's
heart fluttered as she saw the handsome young man. He watched her with
a critical, measuring gaze. His eyes suddenly crinkled in amusement. He
slid the pistol down into his belt and stood waiting.
"You make a mighty handsome cowboy," he said with a smile.
"So do you. But it's the smell of cooking that I'm most interested in.
I haven't eaten right in three days... hey you speak English!"
"So do you," he smiled, ushering her into the cabin.
"I'm damned glad to meet you," she gasped. Even after 17 months, my Spanish
is still rusty. I'm Dede Havers"
"Dandy Thompson," he nodded. "This far south there are few people who speak
anything but Mexican. I'm glad for the opportunity to speak my own language,"
he said, turning the bacon. He looked her over for a moment, then took
down the side of bacon, from where it hung from a rafter. He sliced off
several more slices, then rehung it. He wrapped netting around it to keep
the flies off. He began slicing bread, which a neighbor woman baked for
him.
Dede looked around the little cabin. Onions, peppers, and garlic hung from
the ceiling. Bags of netting contained many more treasures. She detected
the familiar shape of mushrooms in one.
"Tidy," she said, looking around. "But what the hell are you doing down
here?"
He turned and gave her a sarcastic look.
"Outlaw," she nodded with a sigh.
"I've been on the run for three years. I'm not really safe, even down here.
If you weren't a damned pretty woman, I probably would have plugged you.
What are you doing down here anyway?"
"Following three other outlaws. There were four, but one died in gunfight
in Guasave. They killed my father."
"If you're patient they'll all die eventually."
"I can't wait. I've been away from home for two years. My mama needs me."
"You really believe your mama is still alive? You left her alone?"
"Sure, why wouldn't she be? She's not that old."
"Is anyone else with her?"
"No family," Dede said, with the first feelings of apprehension.
"Then I wouldn't count on it. She lost her husband, then her daughter.
Besides, you are 500 miles from Texas. Normal riding you could get home
in a month. But the way these roads and trails are, it could take you a
year to get back, if ever."
"I know," Dede said quietly.
"How are you with that gun?"
"I've survived two gun battles."
"So could my mama, if she were lucky. How are you set for money?"
"Plumb out."
"Hell, you can't be more than 25 years old. You should be back home attending
parties and looking for a husband."
"I'm only 20," Dede said in shock. He stared her from head to toe, finally
nodding. His estimation of her age struck her like no other thing could.
Vanity was a harsh mistress.
"Eat," he said, tipping the pan of bacon so the grease ran to one side.
She grabbed up hot pieces of bacon and dipped her bread in the grease.
Dandy ate sparingly, while Dede wolfed down her food. His estimation of
her hunger was accurate. She shoved the last piece of bacon into her mouth
and chewed, realizing that she'd had enough. He watched her eat with a
slight smile. He felt sympathy, kinship, sexual excitement, when he looked
at the desirable woman across from him. She was very slender, painfully
so. He knew this was from long days in the saddle with too little to eat.
He had once looked identical. The good life was taking it's toll on him.
He had gained 14 pounds in the past 3 years.
"You are wasting a very beautiful woman," he said quietly. He decided that
he needed to be bold. She would ride out within minutes, possibly days,
and never look back. He must make his play now.
"No so's you'd notice," she whispered, suddenly feeling dirty. How long
had she been like that? A foul smell arose from her body. How long since
she had bathed? She couldn't remember.
"There's a tub out back," he said, as if reading her mind. In fact he had
seen her sniffing, her upturned lips, and the look of embarassment in her
face. It had been a series of quick flashes, but an outlaw depended on
such minute things.
"I could use it," she nodded. "Hot water?" she asked hopefully as she stood.
"An old whiskey barrel on the roof. The sun heats it."
"Soap?"
"Make my own. Out next to the basin."
"Towel?"
"Horse blanket strips."
"Company?"
"I could wash your back."
"Come on," she nodded, "you can carry the water."
Water splashed off Dede's breasts. She looked down in surprise. When had
they grown? They were larger and firmer than she remembered them. The stream
of water indented her breast slightly, but it didn't move. It was very
firm.
"My God you are beautiful," Dandy said as he straightened with the bucket.
"Yeah," she said in surprise. She looked up and they both laughed.
"You can become like an animal out on the trail," he sympathized.
"I've lost months, years out there," she said, brushing back her brown
hair. "I think I'd better head for home."
Dandy felt a thrill of disappointment. Even though he had only known this
woman for a few hours, he could not face the thought of losing her. He
suddenly realized that he was returning to the states. His heart beat faster
at the thought. He missed America.
"A penny for your thoughts," Dede said, looking up at him as she washed
her armpit.
"It will be nice to see Texas again," he said with a flashing smile.
Water dripped from the wooden bucket, into the wooden sink. The slow drip,
drip, drip of water was disturbed only by the sound heavy breathing, and
the raucous call of a crow some distance away. Sun came in through the
crude board walls of the shack. A few sparse pictures and decorations were
used to brighten an otherwise intolerable house. Flowers sat on the table
in the center of the room, in a cast-off chipped vase. In the far corner
the bed, constructed of pine poles and leather straps, creaked with the
movement of two bodies. The bodies intertwined, naked and tanned, as they
kissed and twisted in each other's arms. Dede's long, sun-bleached hair
cascaded across the white pillow and colorful Indian blanket.
Dandy lay across Dede's slender body. His hand mashed her firm breast.
His lips mashed and sucked Dede's sweet mouth. Her body was painfully slender.
Her ribs stood out in sharp relief. Her left leg was kinked, her knee up
in the air. She slid her right foot forward and back on the bed. Her legs
were firm and slender, as close to perfect as humanly possible. Her bush
had grown slightly to a full beaver pelt. But her pussy remained small
and delicate. Dandy broke off the kiss, breathing harshly. He sat up slightly
and looked down over Dede's slender body. He ran his hand down her stomach,
gently petted her bushy pubic hair, then slid it between her legs. He rubbed
her hot, moist lips gently, while diving again and capturing her left nipple
in his lips. He sucked gently. His hand began digging deeply into her pussy.
It grew moist and responsive.
"Now," Dede finally gasped. With an impish look he turned and rolled over
on his back. She sat up in alarm, looking down at him, then she smiled
in return. She threw a leg over his body, rubbed herself against his hard
cock for a moment, then rose up and took him into herself with a slow,
gentle slide.
"Oh yes," she shivered, feeling the hot penis sliding deep inside her.
She rested for a moment, feeling the heat and moisture between her legs,
then rode up and down gently.
Dandy cried out. His sharp cry echoed off the board walls of the shack.
He looked up at the woman above her and realized that he was making love
to a goddess. She looked so beautiful, so clean and beneficent, as she
gazed down upon him with a fond smile.
"It feels so wonderful, that it almost hurts," she whispered. She rocked
gently, focusing her attention on her pussy. The slick sound of his cock
sliding in and out was the loudest sound in the room. The drip of the bucket
set a cadence for her methodical ride. She listened unconsciously, while
riding gently up and down.
Water dripped. She pulled up slowly, feeling every inch of his large cock
as it pulled through her aroused flesh. The wet fleshy pole slowly appeared
below her like a drawn sword. Her pussy lips were spread and stretched
around it. Her beautiful thighs were widely spread, her legs kinked, her
heels pressed tightly against his legs.
Drip! She sank down with a moan of pleasure. The long hard cock began to
hide deep inside her hot loins. She felt it well up inside her.
Drip! She started pulling out all over again. Each time she did the feeling
seemed to intensify.
Fire spread in her loins, filled her pussy and ass, and thrilled her clear
up to her breast. She reached down and took his hands in hers. She brought
his hands up to her breasts and sighed as they began gently mashing her
feverish flesh. His index fingers twirled her stiffened nipples.
She cried and gasped, closing her eyes. She licked her dry lips and slowly
increased her tempo. The urgency inside her was growing. Her desire was
an itch which his cock scratched deep inside her. It was heavenly.
He cupped each breast in the palms of his hands, and twisted the nipples
between his thumbs and fingers.
Dede cried. Her eyes flew open and she looked down at him. She was nearing
orgasm. He wasn't.
"I'm getting close," she whispered. He smiled but said nothing. She tried
to tighten her loins, tried to hold off her orgasm. But it was like trying
to hold off a tidal wave.
"Oh, oh, oh," her eyes grew wide, desperate. She suddenly closed her eyes
and rode wildly. Her hands went to his chest and she began sliding her
pussy forward and back. His cock churned the hot wet flesh inside her.
She whimpered ever louder until she screamed, with her head thrown back
and eyes tightly closed. She continued sliding on his cock for several
seconds, then froze, panting as her pussy jerked on his cock. She opened
her eyes and gave him a desperate look. Her eyes rolled up and looked at
the bucket, but her mind was on her spasming pussy. It was the most incredible
thing she had ever felt. Visions of her first sexual experience came back
to her. She shuddered and waited until her pussy finally stilled and stopped.
She lifted up, leaned over and fell to the bed with her leg still thrown
across him. She lay panting for a moment, then bounced up off the bed.
He was fisting his cock, using her wet pussy juice to lubricate it. She
sat up and looked down at his cock. She licked her lips, undecided, then
pushed his hand away and replaced it with her own. She slowly brought her
fist up and down, while looking at the raptured look on his face. She had
been fisting his cock for several moments, before the lubricant wore off.
In desperation she licked her hand. She stopped and tasted her own flavor
on her lips, then licked her hand again. Looking down at his cock in surprise,
she suddenly leaned over and sucked the head of his cock slowly, gently,
tasting her own flavor on his hot cock. She liked it.
Falling to the bed beside him, she adjusted her position then captured
his cock in her warm lips. She sank down on his fleshy shaft. He squealed
in delight. It was a strange sound, coming from a handsome outlaw. Her
eyes crinkled with a smile. She watched his face as she began bobbing up
and down. He was only seconds away from his own orgasm. Giving her a desperate,
grateful look, he jerked and arched up off the bed.
Dede's mouth began filling with cum before she knew what was happening.
Her eyes flew open in surprise. She was about to pull away, when she realized
that the taste was not bad. At first she had been afraid that the taste
was blood, but that thought left her in just a moment. She knew the flavor
of blood, she had sucked her own wounds often. This was something different.
She realized that there was a direct correlation between the contractions
of his cock, and the spurts of liquid in her mouth. She drank quickly,
sucking on his cock as she watched his face. People were so damned ugly
when they had sex, she realized. Dandy finally opened his eyes and looked
down at her. There was so much love in that single glance that she was
startled. She pulled back and looked at him in surprise.
A drop of cum swelled up on the tip of his cock. She captured it on the
end of her finger and looked at it in wonder.
"I didn't know men did that," she said in wonder. "Do women?"
"No," he said with a smile. "Only men."
"Wow," she said before popping the drop of cum into her mouth. She tasted
experimentally, then smiled.
"I like it," she said brightly.
"This isn't your first time," Dandy stated it as a fact, not an accusation.
"No, my second. I was raped just across the border."
"Sorry. So it's all new to you," he said in realization.
"Yes, but don't be sorry, I liked it. Afterwards I was glad that I wouldn't
die a virgin. I didn't... I didn't expect to live this long," she admitted
sheepishly.
"Which brings me to my offer. I will escort you back to Texas."
"I'm not going back, at least no yet. Those three men are in town."
"Then why did you stop here?"
"Hunger. I was getting weak and slow. I had to stop. They would have killed
me."
"They still might. Are those men in Villa Union or Durango?"
"Villa Union, unless they've moved."
"Big men, big horses?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yes," she described the men and horses.
"Travino, Villareal, and Surna. Surna lives in Villa Union. He was chased
out by the army. His wife makes a living as a prostitute."
"I have nothing against prostitutes," Dede said thoughtfully as she dressed.
She thought of Ramona and felt a thrill. Would she still be there?
"Me neither. Until today they've been my favorite people."
"Is this your first time," she mimicked his voice.
"In a matter of speaking, yes," his eyes crinkled. "It's nice, not having
to pay for it. I can use the money for other things. A man could get used
to that, you know."
"Well let's see if I live until tomorrow, before you start giving up your
whores," she said, checking her pistols. She shook her metal powder flask
to make sure her powder was still dry.
"Need more?" he asked, bringing down a nail keg.
"No, I'm fine. I'll get what I need from their bodies."
"Mine is a special blend, I make it myself. I grind it and sift it to make
sure it's consistent. Damned good stuff, just don't use it in your drink.
I make my own saltpeter from dog shit."
"Dog shit?" she asked in surprise.
"Ever see dog shit turn white?"
"Sure."
"That's saltpeter."
"That's disgusting!" she declared with a twist of her lips. He laughed
and replaced the keg. His own guns flashed silver in the light as he spun
them on his fingers. He took each gun and wiped it down, then checked their
actions before sliding them into their holsters. He put on the holsters,
while looking around the shack.
"I came here with the intention of spending the rest of my life here, living
in peace and tranquility. But it didn't work. Every time I heard a noise,
a horse hoof, or a knock on the door, I died a little death. It's time
to go home, I guess."
"Yes," she said thoughtfully. She looked out through the open door, but
her mind saw the ola swinging in the breeze in front of her home. She remembered
the sound of the sparrows, their cries echoing pleasantly from the adobe
walls. She used to lay in her bed and listen to them for hours, in the
cool of morning before her chores started. It was a pleasant memory.
An eagle screamed as they stepped out of the shack. Dede shaded her eyes
and stared up at the nearby rock mountain. The eagle circled lazily above
it, indistinct because of the heat rising up from the desert. A good omen?
Indians believe that eagles were sacred.
They saddled their horses and rode west. Dede had ridden down to the shack
as a single deadly hunter. Now they left as a pair, a complete unit. As
alike as peas in a pod, their tall upright frames, seemingly relaxed stances,
and their piercing, ever-searching eyes, were almost identical. The two
spare horses, now running lose, called a joyous squeal of goodbye. They
raced out of the corral and headed north. Dandy never looked back.
Frank Surna went to his door, pulling his suspenders up and over his shoulders.
He didn't wear a real shirt, he just used the top of his dirty long johns
to cover his naked body. His shabby homespun pants should have been replaced
long ago. But he didn't care. They were held up by an old hemp rope and
his suspenders. By contrast, the gun belt in his hand was clean and beautiful.
The bullets sparkled in the sunlight like little points of gold. The chestnut
handles of his pistols were clean and worn. He buckled on his gun belt.
His broken- toothed smile greeted the few men and women who saw him and
hurried by.
"I'm bad for business," he called to Franchesca. "I don't think the citizens
like me too much."
"Neither do I," she yelled from where she washed her pussy In the wooden
sink in back. "You stink. Don't you ever bathe?"
"Only if my horse can't swim a river."
"Then I will pray for deep rivers," she said.
"Pray, for all the good it will do you. God likes to destroy people, like
people like to pull the wings off flies. They go to church, they pray,
then they die. Church is only good if you are hungry and need to rob the
poor... Franchesca, who is this?" he asked, stepping back inside the door.
"What?" she asked, suddenly appearing. She was running a brush through
her hair.
"Who is that?" he pointed at a man and woman riding in from the north end
of town.
"Dandy Thompson and... I don't know her," she finally said with a touch
of jealously in her voice. She had been Dandy's whore for almost three
years. She turned and stalked off, but Surna continued watching fearfully.
He recognized them for what they were, bad men... and a women, who were
on the hunt.
They tied their horses in front of the Rameriez Cafe. As one person they
turned and pinned Surna with a stare. He swallowed and stepped back into
the shadows. Frank Surna once claimed to be afraid of nothing. He had lied
unknowingly. He was afraid now.
He licked his nervous lips and peeked around the corner. He gasped when
he found them gone. Where had they gone? Inside the cafe? Their horses
were still there.
His eyes went to the hotel. Travino and Villareal were inside with the
only other two whores in town. If he could only get their attention...
Dede and Dandy sat nursing their coffee, while staring at the heat-distorted
street outside. Dandy had pointed out Surna's house. Dede's jealous eyes
spotted Franchesca when she appeared for a moment. She didn't like what
she saw. Franchesca was too much of a woman, too damned sexy. She and Dandy
had been intimate for years.
Wind blew in through the open window, blowing up the white lace curtains
before continuing on out the back door, cooling the interior of the adobe
building as it passed.
The Mexican's certainly knew how to build to suit the intense desert heat.
It was nice there. The sound of banging pans and the clink of dishes was
a pleasant sound. A dog jogged down the street, stopping occasionally and
sniffing. He found a pile of horse shit, sniffed and headed on. He stopped
behind their horses and left a pile of his own.
"More saltpeter," Dede smiled. He nodded agreeably, but his eyes never
left the street.
"I don't like being trapped inside, Dandy. I'd rather be out..."
"Where a rifle can kill you from a window?" he asked.
"Yeah, something like that," she said uncertainly.
"Relax, enjoy the afternoon, and your coffee. They will appear. They have
to eat here shortly, it's the only place in town. Let them be blissfully
unaware of their impending deaths while we share a pleasant moment here."
"Clara, two steaks and all the fixings," he said easily in perfect Spanish.
"The good ones, no hair," he chided gently.
She giggled and disappeared in a swish of skirts. Dede eyed the fabric
enviously. She had not been in a dress since... that day. Her last dress
had been ruined by the blood of her father, as she knelt down over his
body. Suddenly the old anger raged up inside her. Her nostrils flared as
she remembered the lifeless face of the most wonderful father on earth,
empty, stiff, vacant.
She felt like crying, but used her anger to control her tears. Dandy looked
into her eyes and sighed. "Ok, we will find them," he said, standing and
catching Clara's attention.
"We'll be right back," he said with a fond smile. Dede felt jealously rise
up, then she controlled it. She did not own Dandy... not yet.
As they arrived at the hotel, Surna stumbled out, backing onto the boardwalk.
He had his pistol in his hands, checking it's loads. Villareal and Travino
stepped out behind him, confident and annoyed by the seeming cowardice
of their partner. Their eyes went to Dede, then Dandy. Surna looked up
and gasped.
"That's them," he said, bringing up his pistol. Dede drew and fired without
knowing that she had done it. Surna flew back, slammed into the hotel wall,
and fell to the walk.
Villareal and Travino separated and drew as one man.
Dandy fired into Villareal twice. Dede fanned the hammer of her smaller
gun, putting three quick shots into Travino. Travino spun like a puppet
on a string. The .36 caliber balls of lead spun him one way and then the
other, but he wouldn't go down.
Suddenly Travino fired twice. One shot hit Dandy in the left arm, spinning
him around. The second shot missed Dede by a hair. She felt the bullet
tug at her sleeve. She shot again, then found her pistol empty. She had
no idea where the other shot had gone.
As she drew her second pistol, Dandy's gun roared and Travino jerked under
the impact of his larger .44 caliber bullet. It slammed him into the board
wall. A red spot appeared in the center of his chest. His knees crumpled
and he folded up in front of them.
"Well, this is damned annoying," Dandy said, covering his bleeding arm
with his hand. Blood seeped out through his fingers. He started toward
Franchesca's house automatically. She might be a whore, but she was also
the best doctor in town. Dede followed until she saw where he was heading.
She suddenly grabbed his good arm and pushed him toward the store. He laughed
and followed meekly.
She fixed his arm with iodine, strips torn from a new white shawl, and
a new shirt. They returned to the restaurant and Clara appeared with their
heavily loaded plates.
"Franchesca will be happy," Clara said as she served them. "She wanted
a husband, but she's Catholic."
"Speaking of that, I guess we should look for the Padre, before we take
that long ride back to Texas," Dandy said, then stuffed his mouth with
steak. He smiled as he looked into Dede's prim and happy face. She looked
very pleased.
"Oh," Clara said, stomping her foot. It was the first time that she had
realized there was a real bond between them. Her chances at Dandy were
gone. Dede laughed, trying not to choke on her steak.
She was married that evening in one of Clara's dresses.
Three weeks later a lone man urged his horse up a slight incline. He was
leading a rider less horse by the bridal.
"Ouch!" A female voice broke the stillness. "Do you have to wear those
damned chaps?"
A woman's legs were barely distinguishable, locked behind his back. They
were bare, as were most of his. Riding almost naked from the waist down,
Dandy used the easy movement of his walking horse to feed his cock into
his wife's hungry pussy. They kissed urgently, while the gentle rocking
helped him fuck his wife in a pleasant, non-demanding manner. Dandy still
wore his boots and chaps to protect him from the brush and cactus. His
new wife knew this as well as he did, so he didn't bother answering. But
the chaps were rubbing her inner thighs raw.
Dandy stared down at his wife's open legs and again marveled at her sexy,
mysterious beauty. She was manly in many ways, but all woman where it counted.
The tendons stood out in her thighs in sharp relief. Her legs were slender
and beautiful in the waning light of the setting sun. The desert was cooling,
as it did every night. The setting sun on the desert was beautiful.
Dede's pussy was sinfully hot around Dandy's cock. This was a new and blissful
experience for him. All other sex had been in the stuffy confines of a
whore's house. It has been nothing more than relief. Sex with his new wife
was surprising, exciting, and always different. She was so clinging, so
full of life and love.
"We need a wagon," he complained, as a mesquite bush raked the bare skin
of his left leg.
"A carriage, one with a back seat so we can park and make love wherever
we want," she said between gasps. She kissed him again, then looked around
guiltily. They had not seen anyone in three days. Chances were, they would
not while making love. But you never knew who was around, especially Indians.
"It would never catch on, making love in a back seat," he chuckled.
"I don't know, it's more comfortable than fucking on a horse," she gasped,
feeling the heat in her loins intensify. She could never get enough of
his hard cock. She couldn't believe that everyone in the world fucked,
especially married people. If she had her choice, she would never do anything
else. But it was hard fucking on the back of a horse. Next time they would
camp first.
Dede suddenly disregarded the movements of the horse. She began sliding
on and off his cock in a fury of movement. He leaned against her and held
her tightly, while she did all the work. In a moment she began gasping
and stiffened in his arms. He rocked on her spasming pussy for a moment
and began his own orgasm. After several minutes of wild activity, they
rested in each other's arms.
Dede suddenly realized that she was chilly. At night the harsh heat of
the desert turned into intense cold. Her naked ass was not used to this.
"Shit, pull my horse up here so I can get dressed," she said, shivering.
The sweat on her body was drying in the gentle breeze. Her nipples were
achingly hard in the cold air. He ran his hands over her pointed nipples
and felt his cock twitch inside her. Her eyes opened in surprise. Three
minutes later she found his flaccid cock rock hard again.
"Oh no," Dede said, shivering. He laughed, leaned back and grabbed a blanket.
He threw it around her as she began rocking against his cock once more.
Her moans echoed off the rocks around them. As the light drained from the
sky the footsteps of their horses receded into the night.
Martha Becket sat rocking in her porch swing. She had tried to plow the
garden, again, and failed again. She needed to borrow a neighbor. She hadn't
plowed the garden in three years. Crops barely grew in it any more. The
soil was too hard and dry to grow much.
If only she could bring back her husband, for just one day. She had so
many questions. She had taken her husband for granted, while he was alive.
He knew how to do almost anything. Safe in his security, she had learned
almost nothing. If she had it to do again...
Her eyes widened. She searched the night, trying to track the sound of
muffled hoofbeats. She lifted the shotgun and waited. She heard a corral
bar, the neigh of the stallion, then muffled voices.
"I've got a shotgun," she yelled nervously. The voices stilled, then footsteps
approached.
"What kind?" the voice asked from the darkness.
"DEDE!"
"I've brought company, mama. I've got a man," she declared proudly. They
appeared out of the darkness and stepped into the shaft of lamplight coming
from the kitchen. Martha threw herself into Dede's arms, then kissed them
both and pulled them inside. Excited voices talked long into the night.
The old adobe house became a home once more.
THE END!
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