A couple of sourdoughs helped me down from my perch. I pulled up my pants and secured the belt. Flame walked over and told me she had to get back to the dance hall. She asked me to stand guard at the mine for the rest of the day.
“I don’t reckon Dangerous Dagwood’ll be back today,” she opined.
She was right. The day passed quietly. After nightfall Flame sent a friend of hers to relieve me. I ate a solitary dinner, had a few drinks at the bar, and went back to the dance hall and up to my room. My nerves still jangled from my narrow escape, I decided to go straight to bed. Perhaps it was also nerves, but my long underwear itched me and so I shucked it off to sleep in the nude.
In some ways it was a repeat of the previous night. In others it wasn’t. For one thing, I was still awake when I heard the key in the lock and saw the door to my room silently opened and closed. The figure tiptoeing across the room was a blur in the darkness. Only when it stood over me was the wick of the lantern the intruder carried turned up slightly to reveal that Flame Boyant was back again.
She lowered the lantern and her face bent with it. This time I was on my back, but she hadn’t determined that yet. Gingerly, she pulled back the blankets and bent over still further. But instead of the derrière she was seeking, because of my position, it was an even more intimate part of my anatomy which her pert little nose grazed.
“Surprise!” I clamped my hand over the back of her neck so she couldn’t rise to make her escape.
“You’re awake!” Her tone said it was unfair.
“Just what is it about my butt that fascinates you so?” I asked conversationally, maintaining my grip so she couldn’t pick up her head. .
“That’s not your butt,” she reminded me.
Could I have been wrong? “You have a point there,” I granted.
“So do you.”
“And is that what you came in here to investigate?”
“Would your nose be out of joint if it was?” she asked softly.
Well, anyway, her nose sure wasn’t out of joint! On the contrary! Its proximity was having an effect on me. “Not at all,” I told her. “But why sneak in here like this? I’m not gun shy.”
“I just don’t like to be blatant,” she purred. “But you are an awfully attractive man, Steve.”
I didn’t buy it for a minute, but what the hell! I let up the pressure on her head and pulled her face to mine. I kissed her, and the way she kissed back made me shelve the questions running through my mind. Her dance-hall dress rustled in the darkness as she set down the lantern and settled in my arms.
I could barely make out her red hair in the dimness of the glow from the floor. It brushed against my cheek as we kissed again. I slipped my hand under the phony fur ruff at her bodice. Her breasts were very warm and they swelled as she gasped at my touch.
Reaching behind her, I undid the clasps at the back of her frock. The maneuver released her breasts altogether and I buried my face in the deep cleavage between them. Her flesh smelled of lilacs and it was very warm under my lips.
“Wait.” Flame stood up and took the dress off. A moment later she was completely nude. She stretched out beside me, her eyes glittering. “It’s been a long time,” she told me.
It must have been! Once she let herself go, Flame’s passion knew no bounds. She was as fiery in lovemaking as her name! She was as whimsically inventive as an underground pornographer. She was a tiger, and it was all I could do to hold onto the tail!
That tail was a writhing plumpness of sheer energy. It was the axis on which she whirled while the rest of her -- lips, hands, breasts, hips, mons veneris—assailed my body. She was an absolute bloodhound at locating my erogenous zones. Sharp teeth nipped my earlobe. Nails dug into my posterior. Full breasts swept over me, hard nipples tickling the hair on my chest and on my legs. Generous hips ground into my own somewhat bony ones. Her love lips kissed my aroused manhood teasingly -- pulled away—then kissed again. Her clitoris was like a tongue laving at my groin sac.
Strange as it may seem, all this activity aroused me. I guess I just have no character. I took advantage of the situation, flung the poor, innocent maiden on her back and pierced her to the quick.
Flame thrashed wildly, finally fastening her legs around my neck and keeping them there for leverage. “Now! Now! Now!” I had my hands underneath her and her gloriously round bottom bounced insistently against the palms, muscles rippling as if it had a life of its own. The nipples of her breasts strained straight up in the air and I kissed each in turn, caressing the wide aureoles with my tongue. Her nails dug into my backside with increased urgency and she repeated her demand. I plunged with increased excitement and each time she rose to meet me as if bent on swallowing me up entirely.
We hit the peak together. It lasted a long time. But even when it was over Flame wouldn’t release me. She began moving again, slowly, sensually, and her insistence fired me once again. Then she pushed me away and shifted position so that her red hair was a mantle covering my naked thighs. Her lips were maddening, her teeth sweet torture, her tongue an aphrodisiac I couldn’t resist. Almost, her avid mouth received the fruits of its activity. Almost, but not quite. Flame’s timing was perfect. She abandoned her oral pursuits at precisely the right moment and straddled me. Laughing with joy, she galloped madly, bending low so that her breast tips grazed my face. Once again we found joyous release together.
After that, I dozed off. A tickling sensation on my back awoke me. At first I thought Flame was trying to rekindle my desire again. But I was wrong. She was a girl with a one-track mind, but at the moment the track wasn’t erotic. What she was doing was trying to remove the blankets covering me so that she could focus on the object that so obsessed her. The hell with it, I decided sleepily. Let her look.
But once again Flame was frustrated-—-this time not by me. Just as she was raising the lantern to view my rear end, the window was raised and a man lowered himself into the room. I heard her gasp and I turned over, half-rising in the bed. Flame was holding the lantern high now and the man’s face was clearly visible in its glow. It was Dangerous Dagwood!
“What are you doing here?” Flame found her voice.
“I come to finish what I begun.” Dangerous Dagwood waved a large knife in my direction. “What are you doing here?” he asked Flame. “Oh, I see!” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “Well now, ain’t that cozy!” He took a long look at Flame, who was still naked, and licked his lips. “I’ll have a spoonful of that,” he decided. One giant paw grabbed her waist and he nicked her breast with the tip of the knife to forestall her struggles.
In the grip of his sudden lust, he’d neglected to keep an eye on me. His back was half-turned to me and I took advantage of his being distracted and jumped him. I landed on his shoulders and grabbed for the knife with both hands. He let it drop and put his foot on top of it. Then, his hand free, he reached around behind him and pulled me off the way someone might remove a kitten from their shoulder. He held me up in front of him for a moment. My arms flailed wildly, but my fists couldn’t reach him. I saw his fist coming, but I couldn’t avoid it. The next thing I saw was stars. Blackness blotted them out.
Not too much time could have elapsed before I was able to focus again. What I saw was Dangerous Dagwood standing in front of the bed with his pants off and his shirttail flapping over his bare posterior. Flame was lying on the bed where he must have thrown her, cowering away from him. Dangerous Dagwood was weighing his endowments in his hand, showing off before he embarked on the rape. Flame cried out with fear at the sight.
“I’ll never be able to—— It’s too— You’ll kill me!” she protested incoherently.