Dede’s War

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 gunbelt 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 gunbelt. 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.