Taming the Spitfire

by Temple Madison

  By this time Flash was standing in front of her, the front of his jeans strained as they molded his generous dick. He was backing her up steadily toward the kitchen when she said with a mocking sympathetic voice, “My, my, it must’ve been hot out there.” And then all at once she reached out and grabbed a dipper of water from out of the water pail, and threw it on him. “You need coolin’ off, cowboy.”

  “Why, you little spitfire!”

  While the others were laughing, she turned to run toward the day bed, but he caught her, and said, “I’ll make you pay for that, you little demon from hell!”

  “Oh, really?” she asked. “You and what army?”

  Just then he grabbed her and kissed her roughly while the others gathered around. “This army,” he whispered.

  She looked up at them and smiled. “Oh, that army. Why didn’t you say so?”

  Within only seconds she was beneath him, his legs between hers, and pressing against her was the biggest and the longest cock she’d had besides Reno’s. It grew as he rubbed, the already long length growing against her. She yielded to the searing need that had come alive in her. The more he teased her with his male strength, the more she felt herself wanting to give in to the burning sweetness that seemed captive within her. He pressed and pushed while her thoughts fragmented, draining her of any resistance. She could feel his hands and lips as they continued their hungry search of her body. The sensation he caused was nothing less than explosive, and along with it an orgasm that was building to volcano levels. Her body betrayed her with a wanton response. A thrill pulsed through her when she felt the hands of the others as they pulled at her, one trying to push the others away as he struggled for her pussy.

  “No need to fight, boys,” she said breathlessly, “there’s enough for everyone.”

  She reveled in their bodies as they pushed against her with their cocks, one pushing inside her, and then the other. She stroked their muscled bodies as they rolled over and under her, their hands loving her breasts by squeezing and tweaking her nipples. She could feel a rock-hard cock between the crack of her ass, until Midnight finally pushed himself in, and took her like a wild tornado from behind. She could feel the hot juices of her cunt through the opening of her pussy, and began to moan for a blazing invasion. Her body writhed as she waited for a big cock to plunge inside her, riding up and down until she was having one of the most thrilling fucks possible. Finally, a hot tongue was thrusting inside her mouth, and the sensation seemed to spread down her body until it found the fire between her legs. When she felt his breath on her face, it was as if a fire-breathing dragon had captured her and invaded her cunt like some medieval monster in heat.

  God, he was wild!

  The frenzy of movement excited her, and with every buck her body made, a scream escaped her throat. She struggled, but she didn’t really want to be let loose. Cheyenne’s warm breath grazed her skin, causing a gang of goosebumps to dance down her back. His mouth pulled her robe aside and he sucked and chewed on her breasts. Swirls of red flames passed in front of her eyes until at last she felt an orgasm floating on the edge of her passion, lurking, waiting to envelop her at the end of this thrilling ride. Until then, she bucked with him, clung to him as he thrust himself in and out, in and out, in and out! Sweet moisture broke out inside her, lathering his cock with her own sweet oil.

  And then, like a wind from the south side of hell, a series of orgasms lapped at her, causing her to kiss and lick his chest, scratch his back, and bite and chew at him until the mother of all orgasms flared into one final fiery burst.

  Feeling a melting heat turn her bones to rubber, she relaxed against him until another fire was started and quenched by Midnight. Flash had begun this love feast, and ended it when his cock gave her one more ride to the moon and back. With her last volcanic explosion drifting through her groin, she felt positively boneless, and could do nothing more than lie back, basking in the warmth of satisfaction these three had at last given her.

  * * * *

  Later that night after supper, Easy sat in the porch swing talking to Midnight.

  “Midnight,” she said, “can’t you talk him out of this?”

  “Easy, I can’t do that. Besides, he wouldn’t listen, and he’d think I was crazy for asking him to. Hell, he don’t want to face the kid, but he’s been challenged. If he backs down now he’d be labeled a coward. He’d never live it down.”

  “But I’m so afraid for him.”

  “Look, Easy, this kid, he don’t stand a chance against Reno. He’s a hothead that just wants a reputation. Reno’s not worried. If he had to go up against a man like himself, or someone with more experience it would be different, but this kid is just an annoying little insect that Reno has to deal with now and again. Believe me, I know.”

  “How come you know so much about this, Midnight?”

  “Because I was one just like Red Dog. I was in a bar one night in San Antonio, and Reno came in. He strutted around bigger’n life, and I admired the hell out of him. But I wanted a reputation and knew to get it I’d have to kill him. The thought didn’t set well with me, so I was slow on the uptake. So slow that this saddle tramp came in and challenged Reno before I had a chance to.

  “The man was older, more experienced, and Reno knew he had a serious challenge on his hands. I stood there scared spitless for Reno. That’s when I knew I could never kill him. The saddle tramp picked a fight with him right there in the saloon. He knew he could never outdraw Reno, so he gave himself an edge by making Reno think he was reaching for his drink, but his hand never got to his glass. At the last moment, his hand moved away, headed toward his gun, and the fight was on. I don’t know why I did what I did, but before I knew it I was fighting Reno’s battle for him. I drew my gun and sprayed bullets all over that bum.

  “That’s what Reno meant when he said I saved his life in a barroom brawl one night. He bought me a few drinks, and we been together ever since.”

  “Thank God for you, Midnight.”

  “Yeah, well anyway, that’s how I know so much about these stupid punks that come lookin’ for Reno. They see him struttin’ around bigger than life, and want that for themselves. The trouble is, they think a few shooting lessons puts them in his league.”

  “Poor Reno,” Easy whispered. “I never realized it was like that. These stupid kids. All they see is the fame and glory. They don’t see the day-to-day living, and the things Reno has to go through.”

  “The sad thing is, that at the end of the road the only thing Reno has to look forward to is a tombstone that marks his grave.”

  “Oh, my God,” Easy whispered, feeling a chill crawl down her back.

  Midnight looked down at her worried face, and said, “You look tired.”

  “Yeah. It has been a long day, that’s for sure,” Easy said, looking up at Midnight.

  “Maybe you should—My gosh, Midnight, you’ve got the most beautiful eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes as blue as yours. They remind of the nighttime sky.”

  He smiled shyly. “That’s how I got my name. Some saloon girl told me I had eyes like a midnight sky.”

  Easy laughed. “And you loved it.”

  “Well, I wasn’t gonna argue with her.”

  “How old are you, Midnight?”

  “Twenty-three.”

  She reached up and stroked his cheek. “She was right, you know. Your eyes have the depth and wisdom of a much older man.”

  Midnight was silent for a moment, and then said, “Easy…you like Reno, don’t you?” He hesitated. “I mean, I know you like all of us, but Reno’s kind of in a league all his own with you. Right?”

  “Reno is special, Midnight, but honestly, all of you have become very special to me.” She reached up and stroked his cheek. “You know what I like about you?”

  “What’s that?”

  “You’re very manly, Midnight. You have strong features, and I’ve never seen anyone break a horse like you. An
d those dimples, shame on you for having dimples like those. A girl needs to be warned about you before you enter a room.”

  He laughed. “Woman, if I stayed out here with you another five minutes, you’d have me believin’ I was pure catnip to the women of this world.”

  “Hey, everything I said is true.”

  He leaned over and kissed her softly. “I only want to be catnip to one woman,” he said, and winked. “I’ll give you three guesses as to who that is. Now, I’ve got a big day tomorrow, so goodnight, you little witch.”

  Easy knew she should go to bed too, but she couldn’t get Reno’s impending date with destiny out of her mind. It was only a few hours away before he would have to go into town to face Red Dog. She was afraid for him. Reno had a red-hot reputation. A lot of people hated him and would love to see him lying in the dirt. But they didn’t know him like she did. Strangely enough, that was one of the problems she was having. She began caring way too much for him. Her feelings weren’t just those of one friend to another, her feelings were serious. The other three, Flash, Midnight and Cheyenne meant a lot to her, too. Although they were hot, sexy men that set her blood to boiling, compared to Reno they seemed more like mischievous little boys that appealed to her dirty side. Reno, on the other hand, was a real man—a man that some people called dangerous. They plainly didn’t understand his situation, and the thought of him dying sent a stab of fear as sharp as any blade all the way through her.

  What if she lost him?

  Seeing him lying on the dusty street of Red River would kill her. The boys tried to tell her that Reno was up to it, but she knew that even if he won this fight, there would be others. These ambitious little mama’s boys wouldn’t leave Reno alone until he was cold in the ground.

  She finally got up from the porch swing and went inside. With her mind full of worry, she drifted into a troubled sleep, tossing and turning until she saw herself standing on a lonely, dusty street. She seemed to hear someone calling her from out of a deep fog, and turned to see who it was. As the fog lifted, she saw a cowboy dressed in black with silver spurs that clinked, and long black hair that lifted on the breeze.

  It was Reno!

  “Oh, Reno!” she called out as she ran to him and jumped into his arms.

  The two of them laughed like children while he turned them around and around in that empty street.

  “Where have you been, Reno?”

  “I’ve been looking for you, Easy. All my life,” he said. “I’ve always wanted someone to love, to care for. Someone to love me.”

  “Oh, Reno, I do love you. Don’t leave. Stay here with me.”

  “Oh, God, Easy, I want to—”

  The words had just left his lips when they heard an echo of evil laughter and looked around. They saw hundreds of men with their guns pointing toward Reno in challenge.

  “Is this what you want for her?” they asked Reno. “Because this is what your life will be like. We’ll come by the thousands when you least expect it, and one of us will be faster than you. One will be the death of Reno Hudson, the terror of the West! One will put you in your grave!”

  “Reno, who are they? What’s happening?”

  He turned and took her in his arms. “You heard them, Easy. Life with me won’t be easy. Can you live in a world of guns and death, never knowing what day might be my last?”

  “Reno, all I know is I love you. If I had to live my life without you that would be a worse death sentence for me.”

  “That’s all I needed to hear.” He turned to the crowd of gunslingers, bounty hunters, gamblers, and even lawmen, and said, “Go back to the hell you came out of. Someday we’ll meet, and when we do, make sure your widows are taken care of.”

  Before he could turn back around, the men were crouching, their guns pointed and firing, the bullets whizzing all around them. Reno pushed Easy out of the way, and shouted, “Run, Easy!”

  With both guns drawn, Reno crouched and began shooting.

  All at once the beautiful dream that had turned to a nightmare blew up in jagged pieces, jarring her awake. Easy woke up crying, a feeling of doom indelibly stamped upon her heart.

  She turned and saw Reno lying there, so handsome in the moonlight. Feeling a deep desire for him, she turned and held him in her arms whispering, “Don’t leave me, Reno, please don’t leave me.”

  Reno woke up and took her in his arms. “What’s wrong, Easy?”

  “Reno, please stay with me. I don’t care that you’re a gunslinger, I love you. We’ll think of something. Just let me love you as long as I can.”

  “Easy, I can’t put your life in danger.”

  “I don’t care, Reno. I’ll die anyway without you.”

  “Come here,” he whispered, and kissed her deeply as he gathered her close to him.

  After removing her pesky night clothes, she moved over him, opening her legs as she straddled him. Lifting herself, she lowered her cunt over his cock, causing him to moan and clutch her hips. Her moist juices made the invasion pure joy. Her eyes closed as she began to ride him, savoring the stiff push and pull of his cock as it rubbed her clit. She stayed with him as he pushed his hips up, and plunged himself deeper where the fire burned brighter. His size rubbing against the sides of her cunt made her want to scream. His cock was so full she could feel it stretch her as it entered. It was like a giant flame that leapt in and out of her, bringing such delight she could hardly stand it.

  Finally, she leaned over him and breathed in his manly scent before she nibbled on his hard chest. It was an erotic scent, a scent that was better than any spring flower, any lilac water, or the air after a spring shower. She could feel his cock pulse and twitch inside her, bringing her closer to that place where passion pounded the blood through her heart, chest and head. Little bursts of sensations pushed her deeper and deeper until she cried out for release. Her hips moved in a frenzy, urging her upward toward the elusive blast of sensations that taunted her.

  His body bucked beneath her, his cock thrusting, bringing her into a wild and exciting place where she shattered at last. When he gave one final solid thrust the fire was quenched, and they wilted against each other. After all the fires were out, she lay against him, loving the feel of his large body against hers as she fell asleep.

  When she woke up later, Reno was gone.

  Chapter 8

  RENO and Red Dog walked slowly as they began to square off in the middle of the dusty street of Red River. Frightened townspeople scattered, some going into the general store while others looked on from the saloon. Finally, Reno came to a halt when the street was vacant of cattle ranchers, dirt farmers and school marms. The whipping wind whistled out a funeral dirge, and the sun that was barely shining was behind him.

  While Reno looked into the face of possible death, he couldn’t help thinking of Easy and her soft, warm body next to his. If only he could have that forever. To wake up every morning with her beside him was all he wanted out of this life. He knew that now. He’d been fighting it, but with his life on the line, all he could think of was her and how much he loved her. He knew his roaming days were over. He didn’t know how he’d do it, but he had to call it quits and settle down.

  With movements quicker than a slippery snake he saw Red Dog reach for his gun, and hurriedly reached for his. Before the kid had it halfway out of his holster, Reno fired, and the kid went down. The instant it happened Reno felt a pain in his gut, and ran over to him.

  “You stupid kid,” he said. “Why the hell couldn’t you leave me alone?”

  “Tell my mama…” he began, and then his head fell to one side.

  While Reno knelt there with tears in his eyes, the townspeople slowly began crowding around him, some from the saloon, the general store, and even the bank. The town that was as quiet as a cemetery before was now bustling with crowds of people.

  Reno finally rose and stumbled into the sheriff’s office.

  *

  He’d been in the
re a couple of hours when things turned ugly and loud voices were heard by the crowd, coming from inside.

  “I want you out of town, Reno! I’m sick and tired of you bringin’ your trouble to Red River. I run a quiet, law-abidin’ town, and I don’t want the likes of you hangin’ around givin’ us a bad name.”

  “Why, you bastard! Do you think for one minute I’m gonna stand here and listen to some weak-kneed sheriff tell me what to do? I could own this town if I wanted to!”

  “Just try, cowboy, just try. I should have locked you up a long time ago.”

  Before the crowd realized it, someone struck a blow, followed by furniture breaking, and a body flying across a window. The fight went on for several minutes until finally the sheriff’s door burst open and Reno rolled out into the street at the feet of the crowd that was watching every move.

  Sheriff Hargraves came to the door with his lip bleeding and his hair mussed and sweaty. Taking a threatening stance, he said, “Get out of here, Reno, and don’t come back!”

  Reno stood up, and with a threat in his voice, he said, “This ain’t over, Hargraves. I’ll meet you tomorrow at high noon, right here. Be sure you say your prayers tonight because you’re gonna die in front of all these people you’re tryin’ to protect. Let them see what a coward you really are!”

  * * * *

  The next day dawned dark and cloudy. An expectant hush hung over the town while a rumble of thunder traveled through the sky, threatening rain. At high noon, the sheriff stood at his window and saw Reno as he walked toward his office, his black boots crunching the dust, his silver spurs sending out a sinister rattle, and his six-guns hanging threateningly along his hips. When Reno finally stood alone in front of his office, he could see the dust around him being kicked up by an evil west wind.

  Reno’s presence was menacing.

  He looked like death.

  “Hargraves!” Reno bellowed.

  The sheriff took a moment, checked his gun and walked heavily to the door and opened it up to the legendary Reno Hudson. He looked dark and dangerous as he stood wide-legged in the dusty street, his hand hovering near his gun.