Tepin the temptress of San Jose de Aura

A historical story inspired by the song by Johnny Duncan “Come a
Little Bit Closer. Gun play, M, teen, con, oral, explicit sex.

In a little cafe on the other side of the border, in the sleepy
village of San Jose de Aura about a hundred miles west of Laredo
she was sitting there giving me looks that made my mouth water.
The young Mexican beauty’s eyes flashed a look that said to me,
'come a little bit closer, you’re my kind of man so big and so
strong and I want you gringo’.

So I started walking her way even though she belonged to bad man
Jose Zapata.  I knew, yes I knew, I should leave, then I heard
her say, “Come a little bit closer, you’re my kind of man, so big
and so strong. The night she is so long and I don’t want to be
alone.”

So we started to dance, in my arms she felt so inviting, this
raven haired beauty, and I just couldn't resist, a-just a-one
little kiss so exciting.  She said her name was Tepin which meant
little one in Spanish. The cinnamon skinned teen bent her head
to mine and our lips touched in a sizzling kiss. I felt her
hands exploring my budging crotch promising so much more than a
kiss.

 Then I heard the guitar player say: Vamoose , Jose's on his way
and I knew , yes I knew, I should run, but then I heard her say,
“Come a little bit closer, you’re my kind of man, so big and so
strong, and the night is so long. Then the music stopped, when I
looked, the cafe was empty and I heard Jose say: “Man, you know
you're in trouble plenty.”

The tall terra cotta weathered skinned bandit was a cousin of the
famous hero of the Mexican Revolution Emiliano Zapata. The gun
slinger wore two bandoleers crisscrossing crossing his chest. One
had
long rifle cartridges for his Sharps 45-70 and the other one held
bright brass 45 Colt rounds. He had the Sharps in his right hand
with the rifle resting on his right shoulder.  The buffalo
killing gun was cocked. Riding in a hand tooled leather and
silver holster sat an ivory gripped Colt Single Action 1873 Army
revolver.

 So I dropped the drink from my hand, and out through the window
I dove shattering the glass. I hit the hard clay rolled and ran.
I vaulted on my pony and as I rode away, I could hear her say to
Jose,  Come a little bit closer, you're my kind of man, so big
and so strong. Come a little bit closer, I'm all alone, and the
night is so long.”

I rode my sorrel pony hard and fast as I lay low in the saddle
clinging to the neck of my galloping steed. I saw a flash of
light and a billowing cloud of gun smoke and then heard a split
second latter the blast of the large bore rifle firing. My
Stetson hat was ripped from my head and the bullet nicked the ear
of my mount. The horse found another gear and we sped on through
the hot summer’s night. To my left an out-cropping of red
sandstone boulders rose and I guided my mount towards their
safety. I had just rounded the first slab of rock when a heavy
round ricocheted off the stone.

I reigned my pony in and slid from the saddle a shaken man. I
pulled my Winchester model 1886 lever action chambered as Jose’s
was in 45-70 Government black powder. Dropping the reigns of my
pony to the ground she began to forge for grass. She would graze
in the area and not wonder off as I had trained her to do. I
climbed the rocks and looked back towards the cafe in San Jose de
Aura about 200 yards away.  I could see the yellow light
streaming through the shattered window through which I had made
good my escape.

Silhouetted in the window frame stood the bad man. He held his
rifle to his shoulder as he aimed towards the rocks where I hid.
There was a light breeze coming from the west so I aimed a foot
above his head and the same amount to his left. I pulled back the
hammer and leaned into the stock as I squeezed the steel trigger.
The hammer fell and struck the centered primming cap on the large
round sending a spark into the 70 grains of fine black powder.The
expanding gasses sent the 405 grain lead slug flying down range
at 1,394 feet per second.

A half of a second later the heavy lead slug entered the bandits
throat just below his jaw. The lead slug mushroomed to twice its
size as it impacted his spine. The heavy round dispersed nearly a
ton of energy into the muscle and bone of the Mexican. The
expanding energy blew the skull off his body sending a red mist
spraying into the cafe. Jose’s body remained upright for a moment
as the rifle in his hands fell to the ground joined a moment
later by his body.

The sound of the shot echoed off the red rock walls sounding the
small village. The light breeze carried the white gun-smoke and I
could see Tepin  standing over his dead body. A scream pierced
the night air as she knelt over him. Lights were coming on in the
few adobe huts that clustered around the cafe. There was the
sound of angry voices as  the villager’s gathered around the
fallen bandito.

I climbed down the rocks and mounted my pony. I road swiftly into
the village below. The crowd moved away from my mount as I reined
her up. I had drawn my Colt and its blue-black barrel moved as I
held the men at bay.

“Gringo you must take me with you! Jose’s men will blame me for
his death and kill me.” the young teen cried as she stepped over
the dead man.

“Get his pistol, rifle and bandoleers for I do not want to leave
weapons here for this mob to use.” I said as she bent and removed
the bloody leather belts from his body. She handed me the guns. I
stuck his pistol in my belt and worked the second rifle into the
leather scabbard hanging off my saddle. She climbed up behind me
and I walked the horse to the front of the cafe where Jose’s
steed was tied to the hitching post. Tepin slid down off Ginger
and mounted his black and white pinto.

We rode into the night heading back to Texas. The horses ate up
ground for a hour then I slowed the mounts to a trot to let them
cool down. The young girl moved her pony next to mine, and she
said, “We must get to Texas for Jose’s men will track us down.
They are bad men, stone cold killers.”

“I figured as much. What is your name darling?” I asked and the
moonlight shown down on her raven hair.

“I am called Tepin my love, what did your mother name you my
handsome Gringo killer?” she asked as her firm breast bounced to
the rhythm of the trotting horse.

“Marty, Marty Robins late of El Paso and the Texas Rangers. I had
a difference of opinion with the hanging judge Roy Bean as to the
virtue of Miss Lillie Langtry. Which lead to an exchange of
pistol
shots in his bar. Although no one was hit, the assault cost me my
tin star and ride with the West Texas Rangers. So now dear what
you see before you is a young and handsome saddle tramp and gun
for hire.”

“I have seen your prowess with the rifle and your wheel gun looks
like it has had much use my daring pistolero. Tell me Marty are
you as handy with the gun God gave you?” the young teen girl
asked with a wicked gleam in her dark chocolate brown eyes.

“Hell darling I have never had any complaints from the ladies.
Let's put some more sage brush between us and San Jose de Aura
and
then we can see if we can find some soft sand to lay our bedrolls
on.” he said as they spurred their mounts onward through the
barren waste. The horses hooves kicked up the dry red clay dust.
While on the western wind came the smell of colitis which is a
Spanish term for "little tails" and in Mexican slang it is a
reference to the buds of the Cannabis plant.

They rode on through the night and did not stop until the Eastern
ski grew golden. Marty found in the rounded red boulders an
outcropping that provided shade from the rising sun. There was a
pool of fresh water and some sparse green grass for the horses to
graze on. They  hobbled their mounts and sought the coolness of
the deeper shade.

A blur of movement caused Marty to spin and draw his wheel-gun.
The big iron spit fire and the sound of his shot bounced off the
rocks and rang in their ears. He holstered his Colt and walked to
the dead Jackrabbit he had killed.

“Looks like we will have some roasted rabbit to break our fast.”
he said as he held up the slain hare. He gathered some dead wood
from a Mesquite tree and started a small cooking fire. Out of the
corner of his eye he saw the young woman lift her skirt and let
down her piss. Her long legs were soothe and a rich copper hue.

He skinned the Jackrabbit and ran a branch through his carcass
and sat slowly turning the meat as it cooked. The fat from the
hare dripped on to the cook fire and the smell of the roasting
meat filled their small cave hideaway. While he was cooking the
hare the young teen had found a few half grown  yucca plants near
the pool of water. She harvested two of their roots and brought
them back to roast in the embers of the fire. The young teen wore
a white flower from the plant in her hair.

She went to Jose’s saddlebag and got a bottle of tequila that had
been made in Chihuahua. She found some hardtack there so it was
added to their impromptu feast. The young teen spread out their
bedrolls on the warm sands near the cooking fire.  In a few
minutes the hare was cooked and the roots had been roasted. She
produced a wicked sharp knife from her dress and carved the still
hot meat. They sat cross legged and ate the meal.

It seemed to Marty that an old tough Jackrabbit had never tasted
so sweet. They finished the cooked game and roasted roots chasing
it down with shots of the strong Mexican tequila. He covered the
fire with sand and extinguished the low flame and stopped it from
smoking. He did not want to give away their position to any of
Jose’s men that may be tracking them. Marty was sure that they
had left no trail in the hard rocky ground where the sought
respite.

Tepin rose and pulled her dress off her lithe body and turned
for the man so he could see her soft curves. The twin peaks of
her breast sat firm and cone shaped. The dark rings of her
areolas looked like candy kisses upon her golden globes. Her
abdomen was flat and unstretched from bearing children. Between
her slim legs sat a thin patch of soft black pubic hair. The lips
of the vulvae were dark chocolate butterfly wings closed over her
yoni.

As she turned she showed him her firm bottom. She had let down
her long silky black hair and it swung out as she spun. She
laughed and then said, “Well I have shown you mine now it's your
turn to show me yours cowboy.”

“Seems only fair to me dear.” Marty said as he rose and undid his
long sleeved shirt. His body was chiseled from hard work and hard
ridding in the baking sun. His neck was a dark brown even darker
than the Mexican lass. His arms were as dark as his neck but his
chest was several shades lighter as he seldom went without
covering of some kind in the hot Southwestern sun. He undid his
gun rig letting the leather fall to the ground around his booted
feet.

The gunman undid his belt and then pulled off his boots tossing
them nearby. He wiggled out of his blue jeans and pulled off his
underwear.  His cock bounded free and stuck its head out to see
what kind of hole he was going in today. The long stiff organ
waved in the morning light casting a shadow on the blanket.

“Oh baby! You do have a nice tool there. I like it very much but
my amor he looks a little cold and my kitty she is so warm and
wet and inviting.” the imp coyly said as she lay on the blankets
inviting him to join with her.

“Well dear, first I must take a closer look at you kitty, who
knows she might be too small to fit my gun all the way inside.”
he teased as he bent and got between the youth’s spread legs. His
face went down between her silky thighs and he buried his mouth
over her sweet vagina.

The young teen let out a string of Spanish that one never heard
in church as the man drove her deeper into sexual satisfaction.
He pushed passed the vulva and his tongue vibrated the sensitive
flesh. He moved an inch or two and found the nub of her clitoris.
He pulled on the bud and sent waves of joy through her now
quivering body. She let out a yell as she felt the grip of a bone
crushing orgasm. Marty let his hands rove over her tender body
and soon had grasp her twin breast. He rolled the now erect
nipples between his fingers and caused her to jerk and ejaculate
her lubrication in a gush of glinting mung. Marty sucked her dry
and then with the for-play out of the way he mounted the teen.

His cock stretched her vagina and slid in. She was no virgin, but
that was no big deal for the ex-ranger. Who wanted the drama of
taking a girl's cherry, no he was glad he was not the first to
plow her field. She felt him enter her body and she clamped her
legs around his back and bucked as he drove all the way in her
willing body.  He rocked to and fro as he felt his nuts get that
building pressure that signaled his coming explosion of semen.

He drove his meat the full length as the head of his cock bumped
into her cervix. He jerked and shot a load of sticky cum that
flooded into her birth canal. The teen felt him shoot his milk
against her womb and it sent her over the edge again. The pair
held each other in the after glow of good, no great sex. His sex
grew smaller yet remained inside her hot body. She nuzzled his
neck and kissed him.

Marty lay with her for a few more moments then he pulled away and
said. “Thank you darling that was .... well it was just the best.
I hate to move but we cannot lay here nude for we have to be
able to mount and ride in a moments notice.”

“Yes darling that was just wonderful and you do know how to shoot
your God given gun! Hand me my dress dear and I will help you on
with your pants.” she said as she sat up.

The two got dressed and moved their bedrolls to the back of the
outcropping. Marty pulled on his boots and took a quick look
around the area from the highest point on the rocks. He scanned
the horizon looking for the tell of riders approaching. He saw no
dust kicked up by hard riding bandits on their trail. Therefor he
felt they could get some sleep and let the horses rest.

By the time he had gotten back to camp the young teen had set up
their bedrolls and was laying down waiting for him to sleep with
her. Marty lay down with the Mexican beauty and soon they fell
asleep in each others arms.

 He felt her move in his arms and he opened his eyes. The sun had
moved in the sky as they had slept for a few hours. It looked
like it was noon by the shadows that the rocks cast on the hard
ground. Marty sat up and then worked his way out of her arms. He
filled their canteens and drank deep from the cool spring water
that bubbled from a cleft in the rocks.

He climbed the rocks to look for signs that they were being
followed. He saw none and climbed back down. Tepin had un-hobbled
their horses and had broken camp and was ready to ride. They
mounded the ponies and headed north to Texas and a life together.
Three days later they road across the muddy Rio Grande into Texas
near the town of Eagle Pass.

There they sold the horses and tack and bought tickets on the
next stage headed for San Antonio. Once they were in old San
Antonio the bought train tickets for Omaha Nebraska. He had a
brother there that ran a dry goods store. Marty had hung up his
guns and was going to make a new life with his Tepin the
temptress.

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