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. This is a work of fiction, any connection to living or dead persons other than historical one is a coincidence. If you enjoyed this story drop me a line or two @ wordweaver69@gmail.com