You're nothing but a whore," said Carmela, "When I'm done perhaps, I'll leave you here for the jaguars." Sarah strained against the handcuffs. The weight of Carmela's body pushed her into the ground, and then Carmela took Sarah's hair, and pulled on it to turn Sarah's head towards her , and snaked her tongue into Sarah's mouth. Sarah moaned, then unclenched her teeth. The tongue shot inside, and their tongues pushed against each other. Their breathing became fast.
"Yes," Carmela said, "So much for your inhibitions." Her hand grabbed Sarah's cunt, felt the heat of its pulsating desire, and then she shot her fist up inside. It was like diving into a warm bath. Sarah shrieked with pain and then as Carmela's fist worked around inside her, Sarah began to writhe with passion.
Chapter One
On a beach in South America, there is a hotel which looks like a moorish castle. It was built fifty years ago by a shipping tycoon to be his private residence, but after the second world war, his fortunes changed and he was forced to sell it. A few miles of thick tropical jungle separate the castle hotel from mountains that are capped with snow during even the summer. A long white beach on the other side of it curves off down the coast. If you walk far enough you can find a spot where no one will disturb you, take off your clothes and slip into the clear blue sea which is never cold. In one such spot were a young couple. They were from New York and had been married for two days. His name was Tom and hers was Sarah. They lay on a giant beach together.
It was hard to tell Tom's age. He had the body of a young man, but the eyes of a person who has seen a good deal of the world. By profession, he was a narcotics agent for the United States government. He'd been involved in law enforcement one way or another for about ten years. During that time he had observed that most of his colleagues met with an unhappy fate.
Some of them could not live without the excitement of going undercover. Sooner or later they were found out and met with an unhappy ending. Others of his colleagues became fanatics. They thought they were waging a war to end all of the worlds problems They ended up as very bitter people. Neither fate had appealed to Tom. He wanted to lead a good life. That meant enjoying his youth and middle age, retiring with enough time to enjoy everything that life had to offer . He was on the take and in the process of building up his own circle of exclusive clients. People who enjoyed very pure cocaine, along with the security of knowing that they were purchasing it from a federal narcotics enforcement officer. His wife was barely twenty two. She and Tom had met in New York at an establishment on the eastside where she worked as a call girl. A very very expensive call girl.
Her face and figure were almost perfect. Her body was hour glass with full round hips a narrow waist and big round perfect breasts. Her lips were full and wide, her sky blue eyes were very large with almost feline slants. Her hair was the color of straw but felt like silk.
At first their relationship was strictly professional. They had met by accident. He was a regular customer and one night when his current favorite had been unavailable, he chose her. After that she had become his favorite. He'd never fucked anybody like her, and in turn, she never fucked a man like him. Gradually they had become lovers, and after six months he'd asked her to marry him, but with one condition. She must promise not to have sex with any other man, ever again. She had agreed. Now they were on their honeymoon.
Sarah loved Tom and had given him her word without second thought. His mind and body were everything she had ever wanted. It was going to an easy promise to keep. However she did not know Tom's real occupation. She thought that his, or to be more accurate, their luxury apartment, their Mercedes Benz and the summer home on Fire Island were the result of his shrewd abilities in the import export business. There was every reason she should, too. It's what he told her.
Tom was very careful. He'd seen how easily and often people in his line of work were betrayed by both the mistakes and ambitions of those they loved. He loved her more than he loved anyone. It was just that he didn't trust anyone.
Sarah put her arm across Tom's chest. She was laying on her side, curled up against him so that him so that he could feel the pressure of her big full breast against his rib cage. She said "This place is like paradise. We've got a white sandy beach, a warm ocean with a cool breeze and are staying in a place that most people wouldn't even dream of. I'm the luckiest woman in the world."
Tom said, "Well, I'm the luckiest person," and reached over to but his hand on her hip. It was smooth as marble, warm as the sea. "At least I would be if you'd let me sleep." Her hand slid down his stomach to his groin. She took his pubic hairs and curled them around her fingers. She liked the way they were so kinky and curly.
His cock began to get hard. He could feel the warm blood start to fill it up, the flush of sexual desire radiate out from his groin Stroking her cheek, he said, "Well if this is paradise and you got your hand on my groin, who are you."
"Eve." She kissed his nipple and ran her tongue down to his navel. "Eve would you like some wine?"
"Perhaps later," she laughed twirling his pubic hairs between her fingers, "But right now, I think I'd like some cock." With a quick motion she tried to roll up on top of him. He was too quick. Rolling out from under her, he threw his leg across her pelvis and grabbed her wrists. She tried to wrestle with him but he was too strong.
He kept her wrists pinned to the ground got on top of her. Both of them were laughing. "Hey," he said, "You're not Eve. You're my wife."
"Want some wine?" she said with wide eyed innocence.
She knew he didn't want any wine. Not anymore.
"Can you fuck wine?"
"I don't think so."
"Then I don't want any."
"Perhaps a little pussy?"
She pressed her pelvis up against his cock and lifted up her head so that she could kiss him. He drew back his head.
"You're not horny, are you?"
It made her mad that he wouldn't kiss her. She lay her head back down, and tried to turn away from him. "Yeah, I'm horny goddammit. You know I am."
"I wasn't sure."
"But I'm not horny anymore. Let me go."
He laughed, "Sure my little bitch. I'll let you go, but first I'm going to make you come."
That sparked her spirits and letting go of her wrists, he took her face between his hands and plunged his tongue into her hot mouth. Her tongue met his and they pressed against each other, dancing around the inside of their mouths.
At the same time she reached down with both hands and grabbed his balls. They were so full of come that they felt like hard rubber.
His chest pushed down on her boobs. She liked that. She liked it when he took them in his hands and kneaded them as if they were made of dough. Then he sucked on them hard, flicking her hard pert nipples with his tongue, biting them gently with his teeth and then not so gently, forcing out a low moan from her beautiful throat.
When he started to release then, she said harder, squeezing his balls just to make sure he got the message He did.
She screamed when he bit her, and then she moved her hands to his face and stroked his cheek. Her arms moved jerkily, as if she were a zombie. Her muscles were tense, flexed in pleasure and she said, "Oh, you son of a bitch. Goddamit, I love you."
"Yeah?" he said. "What is it you love so much?"
Her breathing was rapid, as if she were gasping. He reached down and grabbed her crotch and he slipped her nipple between his teeth and pulled, stretching her breast, her full breast that felt like a water balloon, into the shape of a pyramid. She arched her spine, her red tongue licking her lower lip.
The real world, the world of sidewalks and genteel conversations, unpaid bills, and important people who were bores meant nothing to her. It never had. She'd discovered that very quickly after arriving in New York finding work as a prostitute. With her looks she could have been a model but she hadn't wanted to be a model. She'd wanted to fuck as many men as she could until she found the one who made her feel the way she knew he would.
"And what exactly is it," Tom repeated, "That you love so much."
He'd pulled back again, his back arched and his elbows fully extended, as if he were going to ram his big cock home. Home where it belonged in the kind of tight warm pussy that men will go to war for.
"Oh," she said, and ran her hands through her hair and making sparks of sunlight. She couldn't really think, not now. Her body was flushed, her nipples painfully hard, her pussy soaked. But, she knew he wouldn't go on unless she answered.
"I love it all. I loved your cock. I love how thick it is, and I love how deep it goes, and how it always goes the right speed."
He tried to look disappointed. "Is that all?"
When was he going to stick it in? Is that all? Is that what he asked?
"And when you come. I like the way it just explodes like a firehose. And your body," she said, 'it's like a greek sculpture."
"Roll over," he said, grinning. "You're embarrassing me."
She did as he told her arching her ass up into the air for him to enter her, and she said, "I'm ready."
He stuck the head of his cock into her cunt and moved it back and forth so that the pleasure of it streamed through his body. With the first stroke her pelvis started to undulate, but then he withdrew it and said with a smile, "You're always ready."
She rolled back over, "Hug me. Hug me and then fuck me." but then in contradiction to her own words she slid under his legs until she could take his balls into her mouth. Her hot breath inflamed him and for a second he thought he was going to come, his hot white jiz spurting up and out into her hair, but instead he swallowed hard, let the pleasure spread through his body. He told her, "We just had a near disaster."
She said, "Arumph," and looked up at him as she gnawed gently on his balls. With her hands she parted his buttocks and stuck two fingers in his ass.
"Oh good golly Miss Molly," he said and tumbled over the beach blanket and into the sand. She moved with without releasing her balls, because that's what they were, her balls, her cock, her man. Her fingers stayed in his asshole and in the back of her mind she thought to himself that this was one son of a bitch who was not quit so spunky. She bit his balls a little and felt him tense up and then she released them flicking them with her tongue as they slid from her mouth.
Keeping her fingers in his ass she knelt off to his side and put his cock into her mouth pursing her lips over the head, running her tongue down the underside.
"That's very nice," he said, "that's very nice."
"Arumph," she replied. Without letting his cock out of her mouth, she straddled him, still working her fingers in his asshole, and leaning back she settled her juicy pink pussy onto his face.
His tongue probed it then found the slit and pushed into it like a hot knife through butter. It tasted like the sea; oh, was it tender. You couldn't get a more tender piece of meat in a Japanese Sushi restaurant.
And as for smoothness the walls of her cunt seemed to him like something fine, something you could only find in a store, the kind of store you can't even go to without an appointment. He wanted to suck her so hard that her insides would come out, but he knew they wouldn't and so he bit her the lips of her vagina, nuzzling her groin with his nose. It smelled good, the mixture of her sexual juices, her sweat, her delicate perfume and for just a second, he thought to himself that he was a very lucky man to marry her. Out on the water a small boat moved along the coast. Tom didn't see it. Neither did Sarah. Why should they?
The boat was not far off shore and it was going slowly. Four men were in it. Four men and a woman. They searched the shore as if they were looking for something, or somebody. But what the hell do you look for when you've been married two days and your wife is sucking on your cock as if she were a human vacuum cleaner? Or when your husband is tonguing your clitoris so that pleasure is running through your whole body with the speed and intensity of a river coming off a mountain?
Not much. Not much at all.
Sara's ass started to jerk around. It bounced like a car with no shock absorbers going over a rough road, and she knew she was about to come. She felt as if Tom were everything, as if the whole world was his cock and his tongue, and when the orgasm started to wrack her body she would not let the pleasure stop her.
In fact she tried to take his whole cock into her mouth. She wanted to swallow it as if it were a sword, and then to get back to his balls so that she could nibble on them while his cock was in her throat. The pleasure flooded her body... It ripped through her like a tidal wave and there was this bright white light. Every time Tom licked her it got brighter.
The juice from her pussy was running down his tongue and into his throat. He swallowed it. His cock was going to explode. It was going to be like an atom bomb at ground zero, a volcano that had been waiting for a thousand years to erupt.
They both came writhing and moaning with feeling that didn't feel like anything else. It was the feeling that every other feeling wanted to be. It was a very good feeling.
It was the feeling of white lights exploding inside your brain until nothing exists except that white light and that energy flowing out of your body and into your partner. A world that two people can share only when they've just given each other the fuck of their life.
When it was over they lay in the sand without moving.
The boat which was moving up the coast had passed them. Neither had seen nor heard it. They had no way of knowing that when the people in the boat had seen them, they had nodded with satisfaction, not because they were happy to see two people enjoying each other with such complete abandon, but because they had found who they were looking for. A quick check with a pair of binoculars had confirmed it.
The boat had kept going around the bend and then when it was out of sight it turned in toward the beach. The people inside the boat buckled on their ammunition belts, strapped their Uzi submachine guns over their shoulders, and when the boat hit the sand three of them jumped out, two men and a woman. Together they pushed the remaining man who sat behind the boat's controls back out into the water.
It took the three people about fifteen minutes to make their way back up the beach to where Tom and Sarah still lay. When they came into sight of the newlyweds, the woman said, "Put on your masks," and from their pockets they pulled out masks which were made of nylon stocking. Pulled over their faces the mesh mashed in their faces so that they looked like poorly formed creatures of clay.
Sarah's head rested on Tom's upper hip. She stared at his soft cock. It seemed so harmless now. He lay with his hands behind his head occasionally sipping from the wine.
"Hey," she said, licking it tenderly. "Where's your hard on? Did take a vacation?"
"Where would it go?" he asked lazily. "Everything it wants is right here."
She sucked on it slowly. "Everything?"
"I mean it's part of a great body. It's on the beach in a remote spot where you can take off your clothes and have sex, drink wine, go for a swim."
She looked up with delight. "Hey, that's a good idea."
"Take a dip?" he asked sitting up.
The two men and a women pressed themselves further into the edge of the jungle. They were less than twenty five yards away and making their way slowly towards the two newlyweds.
"Yeah," said Sarah, "Take a dip."
"Race you." He tried to jump to his feet but before he could catch his balance she pushed, then sprinted towards the warm blue water. He quickly regained his footing and set off in pursuit of her, catching her in the knee-deep water. She wriggled free and scooped a handful of water up at him, then turned and ran out into the water. When it came up to her hips, she dived in head long and started to swim with powerful expert strokes.
Tom dived and set off after her. When he caught her they embraced and sank into the water where they kissed for as long as they could hold their breath.
When they surfaced she floated on her back. Her beautiful big breasts jutted out of the water. Laughing, Tom tried to suck on one, but it made her sink. Sarah said, "Hey, big fella, I thought you'd had enough for awhile."
"How long is a while?"
"Let me see," She dived into the water and grabbed his cock with her hands and pulled on it gently enough not to hurt, but enough so that he gulped some water and submerged.
When they came back up he said, "Hey, let's keep that in working order."
"I'll do you one better," she said. "Let's head back to shore and put it to work."
"Okay Seniorita. Last one back sucks off the other."
"I like a bet where there's no way to lose." She pushed off against his chest with her foot and made post haste for shore. In high school she'd been a championship swimmer. That was all of four years ago.
But when they reached water that was. shallow enough to walk in, Tom made up the ground. Both of them flopped down onto the towel at the same time.
"Tie!" they both said.
"But I'll suck you off! they both said
Tom put his arms around her thin waist, kissed her flat belly which glistened with drops of water. "Oh you're beautiful. Do I deserve you?"
"So far," she said touching his nose with her finger, "But you are on probation."
"Let' fuck. Let's fuck until we're so old that all we want to do is tend the roses and play bridge."
Tom's face became serious for an instant. He said, "I don't ever want to get that old."
"A man in your line of work runs very little risk of that."
Both Tom and Sarah looked up to see who had spoken. It was the voice of a woman. Two men with nylon stockings over their faces were standing above them. They were pointing Uzi submachine guns at Tom and Sarah. A few feet from them stood the woman who had spoken. She said, "On your feet American. Someone wants to talk with you."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Shut up and do as your told. That way no one gets hurt. On your feet both you and this fucking whore."
"Hey if this is a robbery, look I left my wallet at the hotel. I mean," he forced a smile, "I'd be happy to write a check, but that's back there, too."
"Shut up! Get to your feet."
They stood up slowly. Sarah tried to cover her breasts with one arm her pussy with the other.
"Turn around. Face the water."
"Now wait a minute... "
She nodded towards one of the men with the Uzis. He stepped forward and with a lighting fast move rammed the stock of his gun into the pit of Tom's stomach. He doubled over and fell the ground, unable to breathe.
Sarah screamed, "You son of a bitch," and jumped on the man, bringing her knee up into his groin, but she missed and he pushed her roughly to the ground. The strange woman jumped onto her, grabbing her hair with one hand, and putting her knee into Sarah's back.
"Sedate him. Now!" ordered the woman. She was their leader. The man who had hit Tom with the gun pulled a hypodermic from his sleeve and jabbed into Tom's shoulder. From off shore, the motor boat was making toward the beach, it's rapid speed in marked contrast to its former chug a lug rate when the intruders had been searching the shore.
Tom tried to make his feet, but by the time he had stood up, he was foggy eyed and wobbly from the sedative. He fell back down to his hands and knees, shook his head violently to clear it, then collapsed.
Within seconds the boat was on the beach. The two men each draped one of Tom's arms over their shoulder and dragged him off into the boat, where they eased him over the side and onto the floor as if he were a big sack of rice.
"You're a beautiful little whore, aren't you bitch?" said the woman.
"What have we done to you?" The woman's knee was driving into her back. Her mouth was full of sand.
"Carmela, hurry," shouted the boats driver.
The woman reached down, putting all her weight on the knee which drove Sarah into the ground and roughly grabbed first Sarah's right arm and then her left, forcing them behind her back. Then with an the sound of steel, Sarah felt the handcuffs lock shut around her wrists.
"Carmela!" yelled the man.
"Go on. Leave me!" veiled Carmela. She wrenched Sarah's head up cruelly by the hair and laughed. "Look what I have here! I have a rich American whore!"
"Let me go, let me go! What have we done to you? This is our honeymoon, goddamn you, this is our honeymoon," She didn't want to but in her terror Sarah began to cry, her face twisted in fear and helpless rage.
"I'm goin to fuck you, whore, the way North Americans have fucked my country."
"Carmela!" The boat was drifting out to sea.
"Are you soldiers?" Carmela screamed "Can you follow orders?" She pulled out a .45 automatic from her shoulder holster and fired at them. "This is an operation for the people of your country." Pow! Pow! She fired again. "You know where to meet me! Just be there." She fired again.
The bullets splashed around the boat and then the driver throttled it, and headed back to sea. Over the noise of the engine could be heard one last, "Carmela!" As the boat receded out to sea, Carmela leaned down and put the hot barrel of the gun against Sarah's temple.
"You are going to do as I tell you. Am I correct in this regard, my little pussy?" Her knee was still in the small of Sarah's back. Sarah's hair was wrapped around her hand. When Sarah didn't answer she pulled harder.
******
"You're breaking my back."
That's not all I m going to break, Carmela thought. I'm going to break your spirit, too. God, she hated Americans. It was a passion rivaled only by the intensity with which she loved women.
"Get up." Releasing Sarah's hair, Carmela pulled her up to her feet. As they had crawled through the jungle, they passed through a small clearing between the trees, next to the beach. It was much more secluded than the open expanse of beach. The Americans were lazy. Their wealth and luxury had made them soft physically and mentally. Why else hadn't they sought out such a spot?
Sarah's mind was a mass of confused ideas and sensations. Minutes before she had been enjoying the man she loved and had married. Now, he was gone. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. The barrel of a hot gun pressed against her temple.
"Move!"
In the clearing Carmela tripped her and pushed her to the soft ground. It was half beach, half jungle. Keep her covered with the gun she reached into a pocket, pulled out another pair of handcuffs. She said, "If you move, I'll blast your brains out."
Bending over, she locked one bracelet around Sarah's left ankle, but as she reached for Sarah's other ankle, Sarah tried to kick her.
She didn't care any longer.
Chapter Two
She didn't care whether Carmela shot her or not, but the kick missed and with a quick practiced movement Carmela caught her free foot and locked the other bracelet. Sarah was helpless.
"Cunt!" Carmela screamed and shot at Sarah, trying less to hit her than to scare her. The shot missed and then Carmela said to herself that she was going to have to calm down. She pulled off the nylon stocking mask and shook her hair free. She was truly beautiful. Dark olive skin, bright green eyes.
There was no hurry now, and she pulled out a cigarette. As she smoked it, she watched her prisoner, studying her big tits and round hips. This was going to be fun.
At first Sarah struggled against the cruel handcuffs but there was no way to escape. She watched Carmela with terror. Everything had been so perfect.
As she smoked the cigarette Carmela thought of her hatred for the North Americans and the day it had been instilled in her. The foreman of the banana plantation where her father worked had raped her while her whole family watched helplessly. After that she had sworn never to rest until her people were free.
At the age of seventeen she'd won a scholarship to Harvard, graduated in political science, then gone back to her country to help with the revolution.
When the cigarette was done she stood up and stripped off her military jump suit. Underneath it she wore only a bra of black mesh and a G-string with a triangular black patch over her cunt. Her nipples were already hard and the juices in her cunt were about to slosh out, run down her thigh.
As he advanced toward Sarah, she thought to herself about how desirable a little North American she had here. With slow deliberate motions she sat on Sarah's thatch so that Sarah's pubic hairs tickled her own drenched pussy.
Sarah closed her eyes, tried to look away. Every muscle in her body was tensed. "I'm going to like this," Carmela said. "And so are you." She cupped her hands on Sarah's big breasts, felt the nipples push into the palm of her hand despite herself, Sarah's body was responding. Carmela's tongue shot into her ear, her teeth bit into Sarah's ear lobe.
"Please, no." Sarah whispered. Carmela didn't bother to answer. Sarah could feel her juices begin to flow.
"You're nothing but a whore," said Carmela. "When I'm done perhaps I'll leave you here for the jaguars." Sarah strained against the handcuffs. The weight of Carmela's body pushed her in the ground, and then Carmela took her hair, turned Sarah's head towards her and snaked her tongue into Sarah's mouth. Sarah moaned, unclenched her teeth. The tongue shot inside, and their tongues pushed against each other. Their breathing became fast.
"Yes," Carmela said, "So much for your inhibitions." Her hand grabbed Sarah's cunt, felt the heat of it's pulsating desire, and then she shot her fist up inside. It was like diving into a warm bath. Sarah shrieked with pain. As Carmela's fist worked around inside her, she started to writhe slowly.
"Let my hands go," she moaned. "I want to love you with everything."
"I don't think so," Carmela said, "I don't think so at all. Not until you prove it."
Sarah's hands ached to knead Carmela's huge breasts, to caress Carmela's passionate body, but they couldn't. The handcuffs held her hands securely behind her back. The cold metal was beginning to constrict her circulation. The steel rings bit into her wrists.
With her mouth, Sarah reached for Carmela's breast. Finding it, she ran her tongue around the diamond hard nipple, sucked on it as if it were freedom from the sexual passion which made every nerve in her body yearn to be sucked and fucked. With cruel delight, Carmela yanked her fist out of Sarah's cunt. Sarah screamed.
"Did I cause you any discomfort?" asked Carmela tenderly.
"No," Sarah lied, "You surprised me."
"I want you to eat my pussy," said Carmela. "I want you to eat it as if your life depended on it."
She sat on Sarah's face. The hot humid smell of cunt made Sarah frantic with passion. She took Carmela's labia between her teeth and then she let go and searched for Carmela's clitoris with her tongue. It wasn't hard to find. She licked it tenderly.
"Harder, little whore," said Carmela. " I need to be convinced you like it."
Sarah turned her head, Carmela's wet pussy slid across her face and left a shiny trail of come juice.
She told Carmela, "I've never felt this way before."
"That's because men are nothing but pigs."
"Let me go," Sarah pleaded.
Carmela laughed. "You were doing so well. I'll let you go when and if I feel like it. Why should I let the jaguars go hungry when I can feed them a succulent North American pig. Tell me. Why should I?"
Sarah realized that no matter what she said or did, Carmela would not take off the handcuffs until Carmela felt like it. It didn't matter.
As Sarah's tongue ran over her pussy Carmela felt sheer delight, both at the physical pleasure of Sarah's tongue and the knowledge that Sarah was not only helpless, but that Sarah's own body had betrayed her and she was responding eagerly to Carmela's body. She felt Sarah's hot tongue slide off her clit and into her vagina. It thrust in and out. It reached around for her asshole and Carmela shifted her position so that it could thrust into her rectum. The waves of pleasure were indescribable.
"Stick your nose into my pussy. I want you to fuck me with your nose."
Sarah wasn't stupid. She knew to do as she was told. The warm moist flesh of Carmela's cunt parted way. The smell was overpoweringly delicious. It made Sarah want to go into an insane frenzy. She tried to caress Carmela with her hands but there was no way. When she tried to breath, the delicious juices ran into her nose, then down her throat.
For the first time, Carmela moaned. She eased her pussy off Sarah's face. With a quick motion she slapped Sarah in the side of the head with all her strength. The sting shot through Sarah's body and down into her cunt where it felt warm.
Bending down to Sarah's face Carmela whispered, "You are very, very adequate." They kissed again. Their tongues were hot.
Carmela slid her tongue down to Sarah's protruding nipples. Taking one between her teeth she pulled it out stretching it. Then she released it. Her tongue traveled down to Sarah's navel and then to her pussy.
"Should I make you come?"
"Please," Sarah moaned, "Oh God please."
"But after you come and after I come, what then?" Carmela shrugged "Do I leave you for the jaguars? Do I put a bullet through your head, maybe your pussy?"
"I don't care. Just let me come. Let me suck you." In her passion, Sarah was incoherent.
Carmela shrugged, "As you will."
She stuck her cunt into Sarah's face and leaned forward, her tongue on Sarah's clitoris. It was very hard. She took the nub between her teeth and chewed on it with a gentleness that up until now was uncharacteristic.
Sara said, "Oh, Jesus," and tried to spread her legs but could not because of the handcuffs. It felt like they were slowly cutting off her hands and feets. It only served to high-light the incredible pleasure Carmela was giving her. She had to repay her. She had to make Carmela, feel like she felt. She bit the inside of Carmela's thigh, and Carmela tried to half-consciously escape the bite of love, Sarah refused to release it, until she felt a trickle of blood. Only then did she transfer her attention to Carmela's cunt.
As Sarah's tongue reamed the first few tender inches inside her vagina, Carmela felt for the first time some compassion for this passionate woman. She thought to herself that here at last was a woman who knew how to love another woman. Who knew how to love another woman with total abandon. Why had she become a slut of the US government, She wished that she could take Sarah up into the mountains. Unfortunately, that was unthinkable. All these things she thought only half-consciously as her tongue probed deep into Sarah's pink pussy. For a slut it was a very firm pussy. Her juices tasted like nectar.
Out in the ocean, the speedboat headed out of sight. Tom's naked body slumped on the floor, the two revolutionary soldiers standing over him, waiting for the slightest resistance. There had been a misunderstanding and it was their belief that he was an operative of the CIA. Waves of ecstasy shot through Sarah's body. It was a world she'd never known. Her own teeth bit into her lips as she struggled to not cry out.
Carmela could feel Sarah starting to come and with ruthless patience she maintained the slow firm rhythm of which her tongue glided back and forth across Sarah's clit.
Sarah wanted to escape this pleasure. She felt as if she were somewhere from which she could never return, from some world where your nerves are so sensitive that the wind feels like a lover's tongue. And she realized that is was not the wind. It was her lover's tongue.
The tongue of her lover.
Carmela continued to suck the juices from the young American beauty. She could taste the sweet pussy juice filling her mouth, rolling in sweet small waves down her throat. The pussy that now lay before her gave her such satisfaction, much more than any mere man could, in a thousand years.
Carmela had stopped her search for satisfaction too soon, she thought in a haze, orgasm after orgasm making her body bounce on the jungle's floor. She had made a critical error. She should have explored all possibilities. She should have looked toward women, as well as men.
Sarah wanted to bring up her hands so that she could grab Carmela's wide hips. She wanted to rake Carmela's butt with her fingernails. She wanted to wrap her legs around Carmela's head so that Carmela could never escape her. Instead the handcuff bit into her flesh. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back. Her ankles locked tightly together.
She moaned, "Oh, Carmela, Carmela, Carmela."
The orgasm would not quit. It felt like the cock of some god had filled her body and yet she knew that Carmela had no cock, but oh, sweet Jesus did Carmela have a tongue.
The first waves of ecstasy passed and Carmela did not stop. Now Sarah's clit was hypersensitive. Each lick felt as if Carmela's tongue had gone straight to the core of the young girl's being.
Sarah nuzzled the inside of Carmela's sweet thigh, then she resumed the part and reached her tongue up into Carmela's nub. As she did, drops of cunt juice from Carmela's soaking pussy splashed into Sarah's face. She stopped to lick off the liquid she could reach on her face with her own tongue.
Carmela rocked backwards as she felt Sarah's tongue enter her. The weight and flesh was suffocating but Sarah couldn't stop, not after what Carmela had just done for her.
Her tongue took on a life of its own, lapping at Carmela's heavy juices, slurping Carmela's labia as if it were a piece of juicy meat. Sarah craved meat, and if only her hands were free! If only Carmela would trust her!
As for the orgasms that started to flow through Carmela's body, she found she could not keep licking Sarah's puss. The pleasure was too intense. It was too distracting. It was like nothing she had felt before.
"My slut. My whore. My bitch," she moaned. Her hands reached for Sarah's calves.
They clasped them with an iron grip, biting deep into the flesh.
There was part of Carmela, a very strict part, which thought it was wrong to enjoy pleasure while the people of her homeland were going hungry exploited by American millionaires whose only thoughts were their yachts and whores. For a brief instant she thought of her pistol and of shooting this whore who had seduced her. But then the first orgasms rolled through her.
But deep down in her heart, Carmela knew that she had discovered something very rare. She knew that she had discovered love.
The coming would never stop. She wanted it to never stop.
She hated herself for enjoying pleasure like this.
She knew that she loved Sarah.
Carmela's juices covered Sarah's dripping face and rolled down her neck, and still the beautiful American Tourist kept licking. She needed to feel Carmela's touch. She was afraid that when it was over Carmela would leave her handcuffed and helpless in the jungle to wait for the night and with it the jaguars. She was driven by fear, desire and passion.
Finally Carmela simply collapsed, rolling off Sarah's side, in less than a few seconds she returned to Sarah, laying on her so that their plump breasts pushed against each other. The sweat from their bodies made them slide back and forth.
Carmela stroked Sarah's hair. She whispered into Sarah's ear, "Oh, little bitch. Little slut. Why are you a North American? What made you become the lover of an agent for the CIA?" She kissed Sarah tenderly on the cheek and then she gently kissed Sarah's full lips.
Now that their pleasure was over, the handcuffs were more painful than ever. But Sarah said nothing. She was afraid. Drained and afraid Carmela would leave her. Tears trickled down from her eyes, and to her surprise she noticed Carmela was also crying as she gently stroked Sarah's body.
"Do you know what you government agents do to my country?"
Sarah whispered, "He's not a government agent.'.
"And what is he?"
"He's in the export business."
"After what we just shared you still lie to me?" It made Carmela sad.
"I'm not lying. That's what he does. I've known him for over a year."
"And he told you he was in the import export business? Little fool." She took Sarah's soft nipple into he mouth.
Several miles down the coast, the little boat pulled up onto a beach. Small truck with a covered back was waiting. The guerilla's lifted Tom from the boat and dragged him across the sand. With little ceremony they crudely dumped the unconscious body into the truck, then turned and waved to the boats boat driver. He pushed the small craft back out to sea and set off for a dock further down coast. The other two guerillas climbed into the back of the truck. It disappeared into the jungle.
Carmela sucked on Sarah's super-sensitive nipple. The quietness of gentleness of her sucking was soothing as a lullaby. Out just at the edge of the water shore birds circled in the air and called to each other. It was late afternoon and the sun was three-quarters of the way across the pure blue sky.
"Are you going to kill me?" asked Sarah. Her eyes were moist and her voice trembling. She did not want to die.
Carmela's hand went down to Sarah's cunt, and she grabbed it hard enough to make Sarah wince with pain. " Do you know what the deliberate policies of your government do to my country?"
"No," Despite herself she started sobbing. Her wrists and ankles felt like they were on fire.
Until that moment, Carmela had been undecided about Sarah's fate. The strict side of her mandated that she kill Sarah, the sacrifice her to the revolution, but as she felt Sarah's body tremble beneath her own body, she knew that she would not be able to kill Sarah. She knew that she loved her and that nothing she did would ever change that.
"It doesn't matter," said Carmela with sudden softness. 'You are only a little girl. You are a little girl who has had enough passion in her to start a dozen revolts... If I was totally true to my revolution I would shoot you with no mercy and leave your body on the beach with a warning on it for other North Americans, but I am not totally true to the revolution. You will live. As for the man whose slut you have become, I cannot say. He will be interrogated and then tried by a people's court."
Sarah nodded "her head, "Thank you.'
"Perhaps time will prove that it's not you who is the fool, but rather me instead."
"My husband is not in the CIA. You have my word on it."
Carmela was ashamed of her weakness for letting Sarah live and her insistence that her husband was not a CIA Operative angered her. She sat up and slapped Sarah so had that it cut the side of Sarah's mouth, then jumped to her feet.
'Don't lie to me." Her breasts were perfect. They did not droop and their curve was with the same geometric grace of a ski jump. They were big, like ripe melons, the mesh braid slid down to her rib cage and she pulled it back up so that it molded to her sweat covered body.
Sarah rolled on her side. Her buttocks were caked with traces of decayed vegetation and her golden hair was tangled in knots. Her ankles and feet along with her wrists were white from lack of blood. It felt like needles jabbing into her limbs.
Had Tom lied to her?
Import export was a pretty vague term, but how could a CIA agent afford a luxury of their apartment and the lifestyle which she and Tim enjoyed. No, she knew that Carmela was wrong.
"Where have you taken him?" said Sarah.
"He's gone my loving little bitch. You'd better start to look for a new sugar daddy. When we're through with him, your agents are going to have an example which will make them think twice before they conduct illicit activities here again.
"Have you taken him into the mountains?"
"Yes." said Carmela and laughed. "We've taken him into the mountains. Join us for a visit." She leaned down and unlocked the handcuffs around Sarah's ankles. The blood flowed back into them and tingled even more. When Carmela tried to put Sarah on her feet she could barely stand.
"Go back to the hotel. Forget about him. If you see him again, it will be a miracle."
"No." She turned and picked up the nylon mask and put it in her pocket.
"You don't walk with your hands."
"They hurt."
"It's only a mile or two back to the hotel. When it really hurts think about the revolution. Think about what your country has done to mine."
Sarah looked at the ground. She was going to have to walk into the lobby naked.
"You were passionate, little bitch," said Carmela and smiled. She took Sarah's chin in to her hand and lifted it, then kissed her deeply on the mouth, then turned and walked into the jungle.
Chapter Three
"I'm sorry Mrs...."
"Reynolds," said Sarah.
"Reynolds," repeated the bureaucratic little embassy clerk. "We simply have no record of a passport in the name of Tom Reynolds."
"You've got to. We came here from America two days ago. I saw the customs man stamp it."
"I'm sorry."
She didn't know what to do. Tom was gone. She barely had enough money of her own to stay another few days, and that didn't include the hotel bill.
When she staggered into the hotel lobby in front of the desk clerks had quickly ushered her into the manager's office. He'd sent for a locksmith. When she told him what had happened, he smiled and said, "There is no revolution in my country Mrs. Reynolds. These were common bandits, and that is bad enough. We will notify the authorities, and I assure you, we will return your husband to you safely. Please say nothing of this. to the other guests.." He flashed a toothy smile. "It's bad enough that you have suffered this serious misfortune, but, let's not alarm the others."
And then the embassy had no record of Tom's passport. She had no idea where to turn. Finally she realized she had to eat, and went into the hotel. It wasn't long after she ordered that Randy Williams sat down after introducing himself. He said that He'd heard of her misfortune from one of the bellboys. It happened that he was well-experienced in matters such as these. He'd been in Special Forces and through a series of circumstances that he said he would rather not discuss, he had a number of connections with native sources.
"I can help you," he said. "But it won't be cheap. I want five thousand dollars before I start out. And, five thousand when I come back with your husband."
"I don't have that kind of money," she said. "It's in the states."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You're a beautiful woman. I'd like to help."
She was at her wits end. There was only one way she could imagine paying him, if he would consider it. She knew that she made a promise to Tom, but if it was the only way to help him, she knew he'd understand. She reached beneath the table and put her hand on his thigh. "I appreciate that. I can't pay you now. But maybe I could make a gesture of sincerity?"
"Goddamnit," he though to himself, "Here I go again." He put his hand over her's and just to make sure, said, "You're sure you don't have any cash?"
"I have it, but not here. Why don't you come and get it in my room?" she squeezed his hand.
He exhaled and said, "Alright." Looking on the bright side, it had been a long time between fucks. It was a catholic country and the women were closely watched.
Once the door to her room was closed behind them Sarah turned to Randy and kissed him with every ounce of incredible passion she could muster.
This was familiar territory for her. She was good at it, and she knew it.
Making their way to the bed they fell on it. She unbuttoned his jeans, and reached in to pull out his cock and balls. They were getting hard very fast. Sarah had seen lots of cocks in her days, but she's never seen one that was as big as Randy's. It was just short of a foot long, thick as a piece of salami. Putting it in her mouth she ran her tongue over the head of it.
His cock throbbed. His tongue was damned sweet.
She took his cock out of her mouth and grasped it between both hands very firmly. With a strong regular rhythm she started to jack him off. She could feel her own cunt start to juice up and when her toes started to tingle she though to herself that Randy was one lucky bastard. When his toes tingled it was always good.
"Hey, you're good at this," he said.
"Yeah," she said. "It's pretty easy when you have this much to work with."
"Thank you. I get the feeling I'm talking to an expert."
She winked. "You are."
Within seconds her pants were off and she had slid his huge cock inside of her. Then, with a deep up and down motion, she had him clutching the sheets and saying "Oh damn."
Her toes kept right on tingling. You could hear the sound of her pussy as it slopped the juices on to his prick.
Sitting up he held her in his arm and with the other undid her sheer blouse. With a single motion he undid her bra and stuffed her big tender hunk of boob into her eager mouth.
They fell back onto the bed. She could feel him start to come, but with the dexterity of a professional football player she reached down and squeezed his cock between groin and his balls. Without taking his huge dick out of her cunt, she leaned down and kissed him on the mouth, then took his lips between her teeth and gave him her gentle tongue. His body rippled underneath her, striving to stick his cock further up inside.
He pushed her back and said "Okay, okay. I'll get him out of there for free."
She knew he was just complimenting her. "Forget about him for now."
She pushed down on his cock with the weight of her body and flexed her pussy so that it grabbed that swollen member like a suction cup. When she eased up it was like being stroked with plush satin.
"Can do," he said as he gasped.
"Can do? Can do what?"
"Baby I forget. Just don't stop wiggling your pretty little ass."
"Cowboy, do you want to fuck me in the ass?"
"Well, Mrs. Reynolds, I ain't no cowboy, but I would be damned pleased to stick you in the butt. Hop off."
"Okay, how about one of these?" She locked her pussy muscles tight and then very slowly raised herself up along the length of his cock. The result was excruciating pleasure. When she lowered herself back down, he thought maybe it was going to knock him out.
"Oh baby," he moaned with pleasure.
Then she lifted herself off him, and lay down beside him on her stomach. He took off his pants and then she arched her hot little asshole up for him. He spread the hole open with his hands, then stuck his tongue in, just to get the lay of the land, he thought to himself. The lay of the land looked damn fine.
He had just one question. "Do you think a big ole dick like this is gonna fit into a tight little asshole like that?"
"I thought soldiers were supposed to be men of few words."
"We are but I meant here goes nothing."
It felt like silk in there. Silk that was made in hand by some fine rare process. Sliding down it was delicious. She felt it too and moaned. Her big ass was the finest cushion he'd ever had the pleasure to rest on. It swiveled and undulated as if it had a mind of it's own. His cock hadn't had it this good for a long time. Arching his back, he drew back then jammed back in hard and true. The force of it drove her up the bed and she shrieked, then said, "Please, do it again," and he did with great pleasure.
Her fucking little butt fit his cock like a glove.
Sarah wondered to herself what it would be like to have a massive cock like that around the house. It wasn't safe, she decided. Nothing else would get done. She couldn't stand it when he pulled out so slow and then rammed it in. It was the waiting, that split second of anticipation between when it was all the way out except for the very head and when he shoved it up her ass like a piledriver.
The best part for him was right before the end of drawing it out, when her soft tissues hugged the head of his cock. He thought to himself that if he were any less of a man, the pleasure would just make him fall right off her. The thing of any less of a man and with all the force of a superbly conditioned body, he rammed it in again.
She begged him, "Don't stop."
"That's the last thing you need to worry about," he said through clenched teeth as he pulled it out. At the end of his stroke he paused and looked at her pert quivering butt. It was good flesh, the kind that was not just built to look at, but built to fuck, too. The kind of flesh a caveman would want by his side, raising his babies, helping him defend the territory. Her husband was a damn lucky man, he rammed it in. All her muscles tensed, and sighed. With a cock like this, she'd never leave the bedroom. Only a fool would let him take it out into the jungle. Congress would have to enact a special measure that forbade him to risk it unnecessarily. She felt the first flutter of an orgasm flow through her stomach, as he pulled it out. For a second she was afraid he would pull it all the way out.
"Dick me, oh dick me," she said.
"Just don't pull it out."
It felt to her as if he could just stand up and carry her around the room on that cock, and for a second she imagined herself impaled on his cock and his walking around the room with her on it her arms and legs out as if she were flying through the air. Then he rammed it in again and there wasn't a daydream in the world that could compare to the delicious savagery of a cock like his with a thrust like that. The orgasms just started to spread and spread out through her body. Her toes were tingling like a doorbell. The air rasped in her throat.
He pulled it out slowly, lingering over that sweet friction on the tip of his cock.
Sweat streamed down that fine ass which wasn't anywhere being near too skinny and nowhere near being too fat.. She could feel the juice from her pussy running out and soaking the bedspread. There was going to be a stain.
"Get on your knees," he said. "Just rock on back."
She did it without questioning him. A woman didn't ask a cock like that questions.
He put his hands on her rib cage and felt how flexible the bones were, then slid them up to her breasts. His cock was still deep in her butt, waiting like some kind of monster for the right moment to slowly slide out.
First he balanced the weight of her tits in his hands, measuring the pleasure which they offer a man by their weight. They felt like big water balloons filled with warm water. Then he took her nipple between his fingers and rubbed them hard. He wanted to rub them hard enough to start a fire with the friction. He did, too. The pain and pleasure it caused in Sarah was a very sweet feeling.
She heard herself say, "You can't go out in the jungle."
Randy just laughed and gave her boobs a slap, then rocked back on his heels, pulling his cock out of her asshole, but then right at the end, he stopped, pushing the head back and forth quickly. It was really feeling good now. And the more he did it, the better it felt. It was for his own pleasure. Sarah could hardly feel it, but then he went, "Ummph!" and jammed it back the way she craved it.
"That's enough slow stuff."
He started working his cock up and down her asshole with fast hard jabs. Harder and harder. It started to burn.
"Faster," he pleaded.
She reached back between her legs, and massaged his balls with her hands. They fell forward on the bed. Her cunt juices sloshed and then he pulled out and wiping the sweat off his forehead said, "How about sucking me off for awhile? I know you don't want me to do all the work."
"With pleasure," she said, sliding down between his legs as he raised himself on to all fours. Now it was his turn and she worked two fingers in to his ass, as she reached up to his dangling balls and put them into her warm mouth. "Lick them with your tongue." he asked. She worked her tongue off the sack of his testicles as if she were trying to get the last little ounce of maple syrup off her plate. If she could make him feel half as good as he'd made her feel, it would be a whole lot better than most other people ever did.
Beads of come dripped off the head of his cock and landed on her breasts, then ran down her side as it waned up. He eased down lower and now she reached up and took his ramrod hard cock between her two fists and started to pump it so hard that her hands didn't slide over the flesh, instead just carrying it along with her fists. It was like the inside of his own skin was jacking him off. she had about the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen he thought to himself as she worked on his private parts, his head propped up on his elbow. He took her vagina's lips and toyed with them between his fingers, feeling the squishiness of juices and sniffing the smell. It was about the sweetest smell there was. It smelled like pleasure and perfume.
She could feel his attention wandering and crunched down on his balls a little. He said, "So that's the way you want to play," and stuck his head between her lips. His teeth clenched her labia and he chomped down on it in a return gesture.
She pushed his gorged balls out of her mouth with her wicked tongue and said, "Okay, I won't do that again." Then she sucked those two big meat balls back into her mouth. Lucky for him there was no spaghetti around here she might just end up eating them by mistake. Of course that would be a catastrophic mistake, both for herself and women at large.
He snaked his tongue across her clit. The pleasure it caused her made her frantic. She stroked his cock with an intensity that gave him a notion of what heaven was like. Her hot mouth cradled his balls as if they were a rare delicacy. Her tongue swished back and forth. She was the Picasso of cock sucking. Her tongue was her brush.
She liked to watch the drops of come trickle from his cock. They made it shiny and gave it a wet look. Still that wasn't enough. She wanted to milk it so hard that a jet of jelly shot out. A jet of jelly that looked like vapor trail stretching miles across the sky. It was too bad, she thought to herself that you couldn't get the stuff in stores. It was about the only kind of jelly that a girl still had to make for herself. If she could, she eat for breakfast lunch and dinner, but up until now, she had to admit she'd never met a man she thought could keep her in full supply. Tom was the best cocks man she'd ever encountered and he was very nice, very nice indeed, but she knew he couldn't keep her supplied with jelly enough for every meal. Somehow she had a feeling that Randy could.
When the first spurts started, there was no doubt. Come shot out the length of his body. The bursts were thick, and they just kept erupting. The warm come hit his pubic hairs because of the angle which she held it at, sparkling down there like dew, then dripping onto her own belly.
That was another thing you could do with come that was as precious as Randy's - use it as a facial jell. It was the kind of thing which could keep one young for a very long time.
She sucked on his balls, trying to slide them gently down her throat. His come didn't seem like it would ever stop. It was so hard and strong that it didn't even seem liquid now. It seemed like a solid stream of delicious white nectar and it was all going to waste hanging in his pubic hairs and laying in little mounds on her belly. She kept pumping with one hand and reached down with the other, to harvest it off his groin and her belly. She smeared her finger tips in it and then brought it up to her face, where she smeared on her forehead and cheeks, then stuck her fingers into her mouth along with his balls and sucked the magic elixir off her slender fingers.
She did it again.
This orgasm was like nothing Randy had ever experienced. The pleasure drove him into the world of white light and sweet sensation, never seen before and yet if anything the sensation of his orgasm was raised to an incredible intensity. He had time to think to himself that eastern mystics were incredible fools to waste their lives meditating in order to reach a higher level of consciousness. All you had to do was go out into the jungle for a few months then come back and find a woman who could fuck you like this if you'd help get her husband back.
Hell what could be more simple.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion and he finally just quit waiting for it to end because it didn't seem like it ever would. He touched her clitoris again with his tongue, gently flicking back and forth across that very little very important nub. The results were astounding. Sarah's body went nuts and the muscles of her body started to, contract and release themselves as if she were possessed by the god of sex himself. Now there was a god who might be worth meditating about.
How can you describe an orgasm, especially one like that, with mere words?
Every nerve was a pipeline streaming with pleasure. Every square inch of flesh felt as if now it were really alive, as if this were what it had been waiting for a quarter century to experience.
Nothing lasts forever and finally it was over, except for one thing; Randy's cock was still hard as a rock. Sarah looked at it with awe.
"I don't know," Randy said. "I've always had a big cock. There was this girl in high school, I was the first guy she ever fucked, so she thought everybody had such a big dick." He laughed.
"Boy was she in for a disappointment."
"Yep. But the best part of it was she told all her friends and within a few months, I was about the most popular guy in the school."
"How come it took so long?"
"Well she had to see a few more cocks before she realized it was because mine was so big, not that theirs were so small."
"But the thing of it is, I wonder why it's not going down. I hope "
"Well when I was out in the jungle last time, I spent some time with this Indian witch doctor. His hut was just stuffed with herbs and plants that he collected. He tried to teach me about it, but I wasn't interested."
"So?" She leaned over now to lick the rim of his ass. "You're the first man who's ever reamed me like that."
"Well when he did the cooking, he used to put all these herbs into the pot. He said they make me fuck like a wild stallion. I thought he was just a little loony and I'd always say to but in more. He'd look at me as if I were crazy, then shrug his shoulder and dump more in. Maybe the goddamned stuff really works."
"I hope so," she said.
He rustled her hair. You're a horny little bitch, aren't you?"
"I just know a good thing when it's up my ass, that's all." "Want to go again?"
"Yep."
"Okay," he said, looking down at his big shiny cock. "But after that we're going to have to hit the trail. I'd hate to catch up with your husband about five minutes after someone killed him."
"You're right about that." God, she'd forgotten about Tom! And with a sudden feeling of guilt, she remembered the promise she made to him before they got married.
Ben, I'd like you meet my friend Mrs. Reynolds. She's the one we're going to be working for." Ben extended his hand and pumped Sarah's arm with good old Texas hospitality."
"Pleased to meet you ma'am," he drawled.
"Ben is really a cowboy," said Randy.
"Born and raised in the Texas panhandle. I was riding horses before I could walk."
A husky German Shepherd whined and nuzzled Sarah in the hand. "This is Butch," said Ben. "He's about the best kind of friend a person could have."
"Are you still sore about that?" said Randy.
"I ain't sore," said Ben. "Just a mite bit disappointed."
"We were up the river a couple times back and ran into some trouble with headhunters."
"You could call it trouble."
"There was a rope bridge across a gorge that was sort of deep."
"About five thousand feet ah reckon," said Ben with a smile. One of his front teeth was missing. "Mah friend Ben here got over to the other side and it occurred to him that it would be a good idea to just hack on through those little ole ropes so that the bridge would fall."
"Ben was still... ahem... on the other side."
"Things were raht hot fer a spell. You don't like to mess with the headhunters when they got about fifty to one agin ya. That's somethin' that just ain't healthy."
"God, what happened."
"Well," he drawled, "That's a long story."
"They made him a member of the tribe. He's the only white man who's ever been within five miles of their village. Nobody else ever got that close before."
"Ah never talked so fast in mah life. Most interesting thing about it was those mushrooms."
"Mushrooms."
"Part of the initiation was to fast for seven days and then eat a plate full of psychedelic "rooms." said Randy. "Used to be ah was a redneck, but then ah had the pleasure of meeting their tribal spirit in an hallucinogenic trance. Thet old spirit set ma head straight on a number of issues."
"You oughta thank me, Ben."
"Yeah," said Ben, spitting out some tobacco juice. "Ah owe it all ta you. How much is mah cut of this operation."
"Fifty fifty." said Randy putting his arm around Ben's shoulder.
"Twenty five hundred for setting out, twenty five hundred for coming back with Mr. Reynolds." Randy smiled like a snake oil salesman and winked at Sarah. This was a side of him she'd never seen.
"Hey, ole friend, ah reeckon you're trying to skim a little bit a cream there, so let's just say ah want five thousand and if ah know you that would set us about right." Randy looked embarrassed and said well okay he'd just been teasing him anyway.
"Like the bridge ya mean?" Ben said. "Ha, ha," said Randy, "Yeah, like the bridge." Butch stuck his nose in Sarah's crotch and wagged his tail. Ben pulled him away and said, "Hey fella, go easy on the little lady."
'Woof, woof woof."
"He's just trying to be friendly."
"Don't worry," Sarah said. "Me and Butch will get along just fine. Won't we Butch?"
"Woof!"
* * *
The jeep had been traveling for hours along a very bad dirt road which slowly but surely wound it's way up into the mountains. Below them, the ocean stretched out into the horizon like a shiny blue sheet covered with sequins. The jungle was starting to thin out. In many places the road was almost impassable, and they had to get out and hack their way through thick vegetation and one occasion chop down some trees to rebuild the road.
Randy said the guerillas had probably used a helicopter or light plane to get back up into the mountains. They weren't going to reach the abandoned Aztec village that served as their headquarters until sometime in the afternoon of the next day.
When the sun went down they had to stop. Last thing they wanted was to drop an axle against a rock or fallen log. It was a long walk back, and Randy said, the Indians around were not at all reluctant to kill a person simply because they liked those American clothes. They would store them away and only take them out as finery during festival time. It was amazing to see just how many of them had a nice set of American clothes.
After they cooked a meal over the campfire, Ben pulled out a quart of rot gut whiskey. They took turns passing it around. Butches eyes glowed like red embers in the light of the fire. Sarah had only known them for a few hours but she trusted them as she had never trusted anyone before. Not only did circumstances force it, but their free and easy spirits were in sharp contrast to what she grown accustomed to in New York.
They each took turn telling drunken stories. She was not at all ashamed of past and regaled the two men with tales of the eccentrics who had frequented the high class whore house where she'd worked.
The fire was very hot.
The whiskey was very strong. Ben finally said, "Has you ever had your pussy licked by a dog?" He smiled and looked back and forth between the other two. One thing that Butch could do very well was bring men and women to a climax with his long tender tongue. When you're out in the jungle for a long time, you learn to take advantage of what ever opportunities are at hand. Sarah looked thoughtful and said, "No, not that I can remember. I could well have but when you screw as often as I have, sometimes you lose track of what you've done and what you've read about."
"well come on woman, don't be shy." Sarah was anything but shy, especially when she had eight or nine ounces of whisky in her, and within a second she'd pulled her pants off. The two men laughed and exchanged glances.. No one needed to tell Butch what to do. When he smelled Sarah's pusssy, he jumped up and walked over to her with his tongue out and his tail wagging. "Here," Ben said, handing her a rolled up sleeping bag. Put this under your butt, so's ole Butch kin get the kind of angle thet will do you right."
As she complied with his suggestion, Ben turned to Randy and said, "You know what ah Like about this little lady? She's like a guy, but she still is a woman. Ah mean ya know, remember when you wuz a kid and ya used to beat your meat with other guys. Wouldn't have been great if some gal had been there just doing it right along with you. It would have been friendly."
"She's very friendly," said Randy. The truth was that his cock had been hard most of the day. It might not have been that witch doctor just might be that it was about the foxiest little cunt he'd seen in his whole life. It might be worth five thousand dollars to him if her husband didn't make it back. Butch had an incredibly soft tongue. It was like cotton. Wet slippery cotton that didn't fall apart when it was wet.
Her cunt was a little sticky from all the fucking she'd been doing for the last day, but Butch just licked away, lying down between her feet with his forelegs in front of him. The smell made him a little nervous and he whined with eagerness.
"Damn you've got a fine body," said Ben. She turned her head and looked at him with a smile. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure from the feeling of Butch's tongue. Then she held out her arms to Ben and said, "Kiss me."
He set down the whiskey bottle and leaned over to her. Randy started to politely excuse himself but she said, "No! You, too. Suck my boobs like you did this afternoon." "Baby, now you're talking," he said.
Ben's tongue explored the inside of her mouth.
Randy sucked her nipples with the selfish abandon of a small baby who needs milk for life.
Butch lapped at her cunt, occasionally backing away and barking.
The truth was that even at the call girl service back in New York, Sarah had never enjoyed sex with two different men, at the same time, let alone two men and a dog. She'd never had sex with a woman either. South America was a wild place.
She could feel Randy's big cock start to get hard. She leaned over and unbuttoned his denim blue jeans. That was more than enough of a hint and he finished taking off his pants by himself. Ben followed suit.
"Hey, who's got the biggest cock?" asked Sarah.
"Sorry perdner," said Randy.
"Hey friend, as my old man used to say 'It ain't how much ya got, it's what ya do with it. Your dick ain't as big as mine, but it ain't nothing ta worry about."
"Listen, Ben I saw his cock today. It's the biggest goddamn hunk of meat I've ever had the privilege to see." Then she gasped. Ben's cock made Randy's hard prick look like a melted popsicle.
"Them Indian gave me some herbs."
"Yeah," said Sarah. "And it looks like they gave you a lot more than they gave Randy." Randy looked downcast, but his spirits were such that now he sat down on Sarah's bush and took her nipples between his fingers and started to massage them gently.
"Let me suck on that," Sarah said.
Ben said, "It would be an honor."
It filled her mouth. She could feel the blood pounding through the veins.
Her hard nipples were caressed with Randy's tongue. Unable to contain herself, she began to moan, and then her toes began to tingle. The ecstasy of it started in her feet, traveled up through her cunt, and turned her ears red.
Chapter Four
Ben took a swig of whiskey from the bottle. It was warm, but it wasn't wanner than the mucus from Sarah's mouth that was giving his cock a bath. His balls looked like something you'd play tennis with they were so big. Well, he thought to himself with a sigh of contentment, they weren't going to look that way for very long. Pretty soon they'd get some release, then they'd be swinging free and easy again.
Sarah's pussy was a constant gentle warm feeling of pleasure. If she got through this alive, she decided, she'd buy herself the biggest softest dog she could find, once she got back to the states. Maybe Butch had some offspring that she could pick up somewhere.
Butch backed up, away from Sarah. She missed the gentle licking, but when Butch let out a deep long heartfelt howl, all of them jumped.
Come here boy," she whispered, "Come here, boy."
He bounced up to her head and gave both her face and Ben's cock which jutted out of her face a big happy lick.
Randy grabbed the dog by it's scruff and pulled it back down to Sarah's pussy.
Ben came into her mouth like a river coming out of the mountains. The jiz bounced against her throat and she swallowed it eagerly, with a convulsive gulping sound.
"Whew." he said, and putting his hands to her face, he put down the bottle of whiskey for the first time since they'd started.
As she sucked Ben off she could see Randy's hard cock wagging down by her tits waiting for its turn. That was the one she wanted. Ben's might be bigger, but as he so truly said, that didn't mean better. Randy just had the magic ingredients.
He knew it, too, and as Ben lay in helpless pleasure, Randy winked at her. She knew that he was grateful to her for being kind enough to bring a little bit of pleasure into Ben's life. The truth of it was, he did really feel guilt for having cut the ropes to that bridge. He thought that had cost him a friend.
Ben turned to Sarah and toasted her with the bottle, at the same time saying, "Thank you ma'am." Then he started to sing, "I am a lonesome cowboy, I ride the open range. My trade is cinching cattle and pulling bridle reins " as he staggered to his feet and wandered off into the darkness.
Butch abandoned Sarah's cunt and howled along with him. It was a song that they often accompanied each other with when they were out in the jungle. Their voices receded into the distance.
Randy lay on her stomach and eased his cock up into her cunt. The hole was so slippery it was like something inside was reaching out and hauling his cock in. He shoved in. He said, "Thanks for helping out Ben. You about made his day."
She put her arms around his neck. Ben's come trickled out of the side of her mouth, and Randy wiped away tenderly. When she saw it shine on his fingers she grabbed his hand and stuck the fingers of it eagerly into her mouth, where she chewed on them.
Randy laughed. "Got to get that protein." he said.
"Will you butt fuck me again?" she asked.
"I don't know. It feels pretty damn good inside your pussy."
She put her finger in the side of her mouth and tried to pout. "I want to be butt fucked."
"Tomorrow night. Tonight let's do it in your cunt. Just for once."
"I guess there's no point in arguing." She started to move her pelvis slowly.
Then she gripped him with the mouth of her cunt. He didn't know she could do that but the big surprise was the sensation of pleasure and for a second he closed his eyes the way Tom did. The groan which escaped from his lips remind her of Tom even more and for just a second she wondered if she was back in New York. Then she remembered the promise.
Randy asked, "What's wrong."
"Nothing. Just kiss me. Hold me tight, I mean like you're going to crush me.
"You have a beautiful body. It's strong that's what I like. I've never liked fucking women who were small and petite. That's just not a turn-on for me. It always seemed like they were so delicate, but your body It could be a soldier. A soldier who was all woman."
"I don't want to talk. I just want you to fuck me so hard that in the morning I won't be able to take a step without remembering how hard we fucked. I'm on fire, godamned fire."
He bit her lip and pulled it out as if it were rubber.
"Ow, don't do that."
"Okay." He kissed her tenderly. Both of them started to move their hips in slow unison. Ben's off key singing drifted up the road.
Sarah's toes started tingling.
Every time Randy's cock ran the length her pussy felt so good she wanted to just go wild and claw his back and bite his chest. At first she wanted to just savor the sensation of it and then she decided what the hell. There was a good chance this would be the last fuck of her life. She let herself go
When he felt her fingernails rake his back kissed her again and ran his soft tongue gently from behind her down to her throat. Then he bit her lightly. She wrapped her legs around his and grabbed the tufts of hair in his arm pits. That smooth steady motion of his cock made her want to go nuts. She wanted to grab his hair and pull it out. Her tongue licked him, and she peppered him with hot kisses, squeezed with her legs as if she were a boa constrictor.
His swollen balls slapped against her asshole every time he drove home his cock. It made her think of how badly she wanted him to butt fuck her. "God you have big tits."
"Jesus Christ," she moaned. "What are you, some kind of university professor. I mean it's like you want to give a speech."
He thought to himself that he was never in whole life going to understand women, but' the truth of it is that some men don't need to understand women. They've got cocks that do the understanding for them. Randy's just kept on slowly pumping. He could feel the muscles in his cock starting to wiggle a little. It was like they were stretching and getting ready to pump that come for all it was worth, and that was plenty. He thought to himself that the muscles in his cock led a good life in that they didn't have to do much work but when they did it was all out.
Randy liked to go all out.
He started to concentrate on ramming it home. God, it was such a simple motion, and yet there was so many ways you could do it. He altered the rhythm and did two longs, then a short. Then he tried three longs, two shorts. Nothing did it for Sarah like one ramrod thrust after another and then he went back, she started to moan very loudly , and she ran her fingers across his scalp.
Her cunt was slopping like a swimming pool, and his cock was like a big shark that had got in there and was worked up, running the length of the pool, then turning coming back. It wanted something. It wasn't exactly the kind of creature which thought a lot about what it was going to get, but when what it was going to get was about to be gotten, it knew. Randy's cock knew.
It knew something sweet was about to come its way.
Something very sweet.
She felt the big wads of come running up his cock. When they hit the wall of her cunt, each little wad felt like a pool ball that someone had shot from a cannon into her sensitized body.
He pulled back and held his ejaculating cock in his hands and said, "Here catch."
She leaned her head forward, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Gobs landed on her throat, and her forehead, then he got the distance down and it splashed against the back of her throat.
Randy said, "That's long range artillery." then dived down into her muff.
It was like a swamp down there.
He didn't even pretend to think about what he was doing, and just started chewing and sucking away on anything presenting itself to his lips and mouth and tongue. One hand took a handful of those big glorious boobs, the other slowly slid into her asshole, and worked it's way around like a salmon swimming upstream. The juice slopped all over his face.
Sarah felt for the come he shot on to her face and upon finding it, rubbed it in. With what was left over, she massaged his scalp.
He chewed on her tender meat for everything he was worth and then her screams suddenly pierced the air. Indians camped out down below them in the jungle shook their heads. They thought it was the scream of a big cat about to kill.
She screamed again and again. The sound was part of her orgasm. If she could keep screaming, she thought to herself, she would never stop coming. If she screamed louder, she would come with more pleasure. Her body was writhing with such intensity that cunt juice was actually splashing out of her hole.
Sure, her pussy felt fine, but she wasn't coming like that because of her pussy. If it had just been her pussy that felt good, she wouldn't have had to scream so loud.
The reason she had to scream was because fucking Randy had worked his fist up her ass. When he pulled it out and caressed her face, she kissed it.
Both of them were strong. Both of them were at home in their bodies, but a human can only take so much, and finally it was over.
Flakey scales of dried come covered her face and chest.
The muscles in Randy's cock had played themselves out. All they could do was twitch. It was enough to send out a slow little stream of come from his cock and to fill him with a nice warm glow.
"Your fucking cock," Sarah said with amazement. "It's still hard."
"I feel kind of worried.'
"Worried," she said with lazy amazement. "You've got yourself a goldmine there."
"I don't know, I mean do you know what I think? I'm worried that old Indian witch doctor only put in half the herbs and plants. I mean what if he only put in the ones that could get you real hard, but then he didn't put in the ones that would make it get soft again?"
"You'll end up as a very rich man with a lot of friends who are women."
He seemed doubtful. "I'll need to go to a special tailor. It's not much of a price to pay for being rich."
"Also, I've always enjoyed a good night's sleep. Last night after we fucked, I just lay there in bed. My cock was fucking on fire."
"Well why don't we go again, and this time, we can do it the way I want to do it."
He put his finger on the end of her nose. "I mean, you're nasty aren't you? What the hell are you going to do when Mr. Reynolds comes back home. He's going to have to spend some time at the office isn't he? I bet you're running around the halls of that deluxe condo and every guy with hairs on his balls over to your place for tea." He didn't know how hard that went home.
She forced a lame smile and said, "Well we can do it before he goes to work and then we can do it when he gets home. That ought to be enough."
"Yeah, for most people."
"Just kiss me, will you?"
Their physical energy was spent for the moment but the passion they shared was still burning. Their tongues pushed and prodded against each other, and then the night air was suddenly split again by the scream of a big cat. A big real cat. Then a dog started barking. Loud deep dead serious barks.
Butch had stumbled into the one situation which make experienced explorers in the jungle break into a cold sweat; a black mountain leopard that was hungry enough to stalk a man.
It was a big five year old male that had waited on the limb of a tree until Ben and Butch were right underneath.
It twitched its tail, the closest thing that it gave to a warning, before the big black cat dropped from the tree onto Ben's back. He'd paused to take a long swig of the burning hot whiskey from back home. The impact of the cat knocked the bottle from his hands, sent him sprawling, the big cats talons ripping at his back, the long teeth biting at his neck. The first thing he was really conscious of after the cat hit him was its breath. The smell was of rotting flesh.
He threw his hands over his face and tried to roll away. The long claws of the cat ripped into his side and left deep gouges as it then slipped down his naked body.
Without the slightest hesitation, Butch threw himself on the big cat, instinctively going for the soft underside of its belly. Instead his teeth fastened onto the screaming panthers left hind haunch. It released Ben with a snarl and turned to face Ben with a snarl that defined evil, swiped him with a deadly paw. Releasing the haunch, Butch rolled back underneath the cats belly. It was right where Ben wanted to be. His fangs bit into the cat with the savagery of an animal that had the blood of wild wolves running through its veins. The cats two hind legs ripped at Butch like a windmill made of razors.
Ben felt as if a welder had raked his body with a torch. He was a man and his first instinct was to roll out of it and let Butch carry the brunt of it, but then, just as surely because he was a man, he thought to himself that Butch was about the best friend he'd ever had. No goddamned cat was going to leave him alone in the world. He almost laughed when he thought to himself that his next best friend was Randy. His hands groped in the darkness and with the kind of luck that determines who lives, there was a shard of glass from the bottle he'd been drinking out of. The broken glass glistened for an instant in the moonlight, and then he was back in action, thrusting and swiping at the cats snarling head.
The ripping actions of the cats hind legs had been devastating and Butch's side was like a road map of ripped flesh. Blood was pumping from his side in long jets. Still, this was more than the cat had bargained for. It wanted out, but now it was too late. Ben and Butch had the kind of friendship that no animal or man could come between and remain unscathed.
Trying to retreat the cat opened his jaws and hissed at Ben. He thrust the bottle into the cat's mouth, and the jagged edge ripped through its upper mouth and into its brain. As silently and surely as it had dropped on them from out of the tree, it fell over dead.
The man and dog lay for several minutes without moving. Their blood flowed out of their wounds and mingled in the dirt.
Ben finally mustered the strength to reach over and tousle up the fur on Butch's head. "How are you fella." he asked. The effort of speaking cut through him like a lighting bolt of pain and he wondered how bad he was hurt. This wasn't the kind of spot you wanted to be in with a fella like Randy being the only one who could help you out.
Butch whined and tried to raise his head, but the effort cost him too much. Instead he thumped his tail feebly a few times.
"Okay fella, okay." Ben worked his way to his knees. The cuts were deep. He could feel that, and every time he moved, it opened up some of the blood which had begun to coagulate. The dead cat's big white teeth gleamed in the moonlight and with the back of his mind Ben thought of what a fine gift they would make for a woman he knew in the tribe which had cornered him when Randy cut the drawbridge and then ended up initiating him into their deepest secrets because their war chief had seen the way he prepared to die.
The truth was that Ben liked their life. It was a simple one based on human values that had endured for centuries. They were the kind of values that decent men shared all over the world. It wasn't the kind of place you were likely to find some computer salesman or soft drink manufacturer's representative negotiating to put up a pop machine.
Ben liked that. As he crawled to where he could pick up Butch, he told himself that if they got out of this alive he was going there for good. You really couldn't find a finer woman than the one he had fallen in love with during his stay there. This Mrs. Reynolds was damn fine, he knew that, but he knew she was way out of his league.
"Okay fella," he said, "Okay this is maybe gonna hurt, but we gotta get back to the fucking jeep." He lifted up the dog and cradling it in front of his chest staggered down the road, a naked man that was carrying a dying dog down the middle of shitty dirt road in the jungle under a full moon.
And that's what Sarah and Randy encountered as they ran down the road. Like Ben, both of them were naked. Randy had a .45 automatic in one hand and a Bowie knife in the other. He didn't need them.
What they needed was a doctor. The closest one was about seventy-five miles away as the crow flies, one hundred and seventy five as the jeep drives. Only jeeps don't drive on jungle roads at night.
Ben weaved in the middle of the road and said, "Me and Butch met up with a polecat which thought it was a match for us."
Randy looked at him and said, "I guess it figured wrong."
"No," Ben said as he collapsed. "I done figured wrong."
Chapter Five
It was five miles to a landing strip that was hardly more than a rough clearing in the jungle, suitable for a helicopter to land in.
At the clearing, the revolutionaries waited for several hours until it was almost dusk. Within minutes of each other, Carmela appeared, and then the sound of a helicopter flying low over the trees was heard.
The revolutionaries were very happy to see Carmela. They were afraid of her passionate nature, but as a leader and comrade, she was without peer. Too many of the guerillas had enlisted simply to escape the dullness of day to day life in the isolated villages. They had no real idea what they were fighting for. If there was ever a fight with government troops, and there were, although they were not reported in the government controlled press. The guerillas worst losses were suffered after the battle. Up to half their forces would quietly disappear back into the jungle. Being a revolutionary was fine as long as it helped win the attentions of the opposite sex or got a better plot of land for your family back in the village because the village council was afraid to lower the income level of any family who had a son or daughter with the guerillas, but being a guerilla who had to get shot at or even worse captured and then questioned by professional interrogators was not a happy fate. Better to disappear back into the jungle.
When you hear a helicopter in the jungle, it's almost there. When Carmela saw that Tom had been left to sleep off his sedative without being restrained she was furious.
"Chain him," she commanded, and then more gently because she knew that she was a teacher as much as she was a leader. "You've got to take simple precautions, especially when the consequences could be so bad. What if he were regain consciousness and then simply slide off into the jungle?"
"But Carmela, we'd see him. How far could he get? If he was foolish enough to try to escape, we'd shoot him."
"And then how could we question him? His only value to us is the answers he can furnish to us about the covert activities of his government in our country."
It was to Tom's special misfortune that he was in fact not an intelligence agent. His clandestine activities as a drug smuggler had associated him in a web of circumstantial evidence. If he had been a C.I.A. agent, he would have been able to answer the questions which were put to him, and if he'd been able to answer the question which were put to him, he might perhaps have saved himself from a good deal of suffering.
However it's hard to be sure of that, since his interrogator was to be a woman who had been passionately in love with his wife. She was a woman who hated North Americans with a passion only slightly less intense than her natural revulsion towards men.
Carmela had been trained in eastern Europe on the most effective ways to solicit information from prisoners. These guys were not unduly concerned with whether the prisoner suffered or did not suffer.
In fact, Tom was regaining his consciousness. His senses were still slow, but nevertheless, he was coming around.
Under Carmela's close supervision, the guerilla's gagged him, then shackled his hands behind his back and put his feet in fetters, then drew up his feet and connected them to his hands in such a way that he could not stand So that he could not see, they fastened a black bag over his head with a rope around his rope.
When the helicopter descended into the clearing, it did not land, but hovered scarcely a foot above the ground. Strong arms reached down and pulled Tom into the helicopter. They had to hurry. Compared to their old whirlybird, the federal government was equipped with second hand American jets. The helicopter was no match for them.
One of the soldiers had to stay behind in order to make room for Tom. He would make his way back slowly to the camp on foot for a second as if undecided, they raced across the clearing as it gained altitude, missing the treetops by inches. A scene of awesome beauty appeared to the passengers. The sun was a giant red ball sliding into the blue sea, and the few clouds in the sky were florescent pink, but those on board the helicopter were now too exhausted to appreciate such a luxury as beauty. They wanted to get back to the camp. At least there was some amount of security there.
After perhaps fifty minutes, the copter flew over one of the lower peaks in the mountain range. On the other side of it was a plateau. It was the site of a ruined city from an Indian civilization which had ruled in this land before the Spanish conquistadors arrived. Now it was deserted, except for a small team of archeologists who were slowly and patiently piecing together the life and culture of the ancient race who had one time ruled a confederation of several tribes with an iron hand.
Just as patiently the members of the archaeological team were also putting together a revolution. Both endeavors were led by Dr. Ramirez, a tall man whose goatee gave him an intellectual appearance.
The guerillas cum archaeologists had finished for the day and were anxiously awaiting the helicopters arrival when it suddenly flew over the mountain top and dropped onto the plateau.
As the copter settled onto the ground, Carmela leaned out the open door and made a thumbs up sign to let their waiting comrades know the mission had been a success. As the blades slowly stopped revolving, the team of kidnappers jumped out and grabbed Tom. The chains prevented him from standing up, so two guerillas propped him on their shoulders.
"Carmela," said Dr. Ramirez. " We were becoming concerned that the revolution had lost one of it's most ardent and capable members."
They embraced and then holding him at arms length she laughed and it had been a good day for the revolution. Mr. Reynolds has assured me that he will give us his full cooperation."
"Indeed," said the doctor. He was by personality less worldly than Carmela who was his second in command, but his awesome intellect was the intelligence behind the revolutions long term plans. Carmela respected him for his genius.
She said with sadness, "He has not yet even spoken since we found him on the beach in the process of enjoying his quite beautiful wife's sexual favors. Perhaps he has not recovered from the medication, perhaps he has not recovered from the shock of such a rude interruption."
The doctor laughed, "Carmela you have no mercy."
"Not when it comes to pigs like this one."
He studied Tom and then shrugged. "He has a place in the making of our revolution. I suppose that is his misfortune.
"Take him to the pit," said Carmela. "Leave him there for awhile. I'll meditate upon the crimes he has helped his country to perpetrate against our own."
By this time, Tom had regained full consciousness. de did not as yet fully understand why he had been abducted. Trying to make sense of it was further complicated by the fact that it had in fact been a mistake.
For a second he tried to struggle free, to talk to his captors. Bound and gagged as he was, it was a pathetic effort, cut short by a blow from the barrel of a rifle to the back of his head.
As he was dragged off, unconscious, several of the women who had accompanied their husbands to the camp giggled with awe at the size of his naked cock. He was lowered through a hole in the roof of one of the old adobe buildings, than dropped rather unceremoniously the remaining three feet.
At dinner the doctor told Carmela, "Perhaps we can reason with him. If could actually understand what his country has done to ours, he would perhaps gladly help us."
For a moment Carmela saw a picture of his in Sarah's arms. She said, "No, Doctor. He cares only about his money, his whores, and his pride. I'm going to have to take my time with him. We're going to slowly work our way through his levels of resistance. At each level, he will tell us something of value to the revolution and then after we have peeled away each layer of his consciousness, and we reach the center of who he is, you will see, nothing will be there."
The doctor said, "Perhaps you are right, Carmela. I have little experience in matters such as these. As a man, I confess that I feel sorry for him, but as a revolutionary, there is no place for such sentiments. I leave the handling of this matter entirely to you."
"I'm grateful for your confidence," she said, ripping a loaf of bread in half. "Now, tell me about the finds you have made today. Is our heritage truly as rich as we believe it to be."
"Oh Carmela," said the doctor. "Today we began to excavate what was once a small sports arena. In it, captured prisoners played a game very similar to our modern hand ball. The losers were sacrificed to the gods."
"Really," said Carmela. "How novel. Now tell me more " She took a big bite of bread.
When Tom regained consciousness, he knew only that he was lying on a hard dirt floor, that it must be night because of how very very cold it was and that he was parched with thirst. A side effect of the sedative they had given him was dehydration.
He tried to think, to reason out his options in this situation. That was rough going. He was physically exhausted and mentally disoriented. The bag around his head made him claustrophobic. He struggled futilely to remove it, and as he struggled harder and harder he became panic stricken with the idea that he might never be let out of it. He tried to scream, but his mouth was too dry and then the gag choked him as he breathed. He could hear rats scurrying around the sides of the building and once or twice in the night, they ran across his body.
When Carmela climbed down into the pit in the morning on a notched log that could be lowered into the place, he felt a tremendous sense of relief. At least they were not going to leave him here alone forever.
By the end of the day he would wish they had done that or anything Carmela's interrogation was less for the revolution than an act of revenge against the man who was married to Sarah.
When she was in the pit, a large briefcase was lowered into it. She ordered the guards to stay away from the hole above her and Tom and to make sure they were not disturbed.
She reached down and took his balls into one hand. "So," she said, "These are the balls of a C.I.A. operative." She stroked them with her fingers and smiled as she thought to herself that the loose sack of skin around his testicles was wrinkled like an old man's. Before today was over, there was a very good chance he would be an old man.
"Who do you report to?" she asked, still cradling the balls in her hands.
He tried to say that there had been a misunderstanding, he wasn't in the C.I.A., but with the gag, it came out as muffled nonsense. Carmela wrapped her hand around his balls and squeezed with all her might. The pain was excruciating and he tried to curl up and at the same time crawl across the floor to escape from her. She calmly kept her grip and said, "I'm sorry, you're going to have to speak more clearly. English is a second language to me."
She squeezed again, and then released her grip' and walked over to a small wooden chair that was in a corner of the room and sat down. Carmela watched him for a few minutes until she thought the pain had subsided. Then she opened her briefcase and pulled out a long thin piece of rope. Walking over to him, she bent over and as he struggled helplessly to escape from her, she tied it tightly around his balls. She repeated, "What is the name of the man you report to?"
Desperately, he tried to say the name of his immediate superior in the States. It came out sounding like he was talking underwater.
Carmela yanked on the rope.
She said, "You must speak up. Do you understand that?" She pulled on the rope tentatively. He nodded his head frantically that yes, he understood.
"Good. Now who is your immediate superior."
He didn't want her to pull the rope. He tried to say the name as clearly and understandably as possible.
This time, Carmela did not pull. She said, "Ah, now you're trying." She reached down and fondled his testicles tenderly. To his incredible shame, he began to harden. She ran her hand slowly up and down the sensitive underside of his cock
"But I forgot, you've been gagged. Is that why you have so much trouble speaking clearly?"
He nodded his head. Carmela leaned over and licked his cock, then she reached behind her back and pulled off her sweater. Underneath it, she wore a delicate black bra, which she unsnapped so that her beautiful white breasts hung free. Her nipples were already hard.
She'd gotten the highest marks of any person in her interrogation class. She liked interrogation.
For Tom, nothing seemed real anymore except pain. The gag choked him and the metal on the buckle bit into his ear. The handcuffs were painfully tight and his legs begged to be straightened but he could not do it because of the chain which connected his ankles to his wrists.
The bag over his head pushed his claustrophobia to the edge of hysteria.
"But you're very good at answering yes and no questions, aren't you?" she said. She pulled on the cord around his balls and at the same time licked his cock.
And for Tom, there was a second sensation. It was pleasure and he groaned.
Pleasure that raced through his cock like a warm bullet. Carmela said nothing, rope bit into his flesh, and then she rubbed his cock with her breasts. They felt like a summer breeze, soft and warm.
A drop of come formed on the head of his cock. She licked it off.
Then she slowly gathered his balls into her fists and squeezed again with all her might. Not for a second, but for as long as she spoke. "Now who is your immediate superior? Who does he report to?"
The pain was so intense that it was all he knew, all there had ever been. Carmela released the pressure and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot about the gag again. But listen, I can't talk to you in any circumstances while you lay down on the ground like this. Here, get on your knees" She pulled him up, and then reaching into her briefcase, pulled out a collar which she fastened on his neck. To the collar she attached another piece of rope. She threw that over the big wooden bean on the ceiling and then tightened it to a length that made him sit up very straight.
Kneeling in front of him, she pushed her breasts against his chest and stomach and cradled his head in her arms as if he were a baby. Her knee was between his knees so that it came up underneath his balls. Stroking his head she said, "Oh, I know this might seem uncomfortable, but in the long run, you'll think more clearly if you sit up straight." As she spoke she thought of Sarah, and how much she loved Sarah.
Sarah had been like an angel.
Her husband was the devil.
She pulled the cord around his balls tight, but only enough to get his attention, not to cause that agony again. "Would you like to talk? Will you tell me what you know."
Her hand stroked his cock and she watched another little white gob of come trickle out.
He shook his head in the affirmative. He wanted to talk. His balls throbbing and his sense could no longer separate the difference between what was good to feel and what did not feel good. He didn't want to feel anything.
She lay on the ground and licked him.
Then she untied the cord around the sack and pulled it off. The room was not well lit, but the light was blinding to him. Tears streamed out of his eyes.
The tears were not of pain.
They were of gratitude. The cord around his balls was still tight and chaffing, but when she stroked his cheek, he almost sobbed. He felt as if a dream came true when she reached behind his head, gently making him bend his head so that she could reach around to unfasten the gag. Then she stopped.
"You're sure you want to talk? I don't take kindly to people who go back on their word.
He nodded.
'You're a good boy." She took his head and hugged it, squeezing it up against her soft full breasts. The pressure from the cord around his cock was building, slowly but surely. His inside ached, and he felt a little sick, but when she released the gag, he sucked the air in through his mouth as if he'd just run a marathon.
Holding him at arm's length, she smiled,; "Ok, who is your immediate superior?"
He tried to speak, but his throat was dry. The pressure from the rope around his stretched and swollen testicles was becoming agonizing. All he could do was croak, "Water."
She smiled tenderly. "I know, you must be thirsty. As soon as we're done talking I'll have some of the men bring some. Actually we even have some American beer. You'd probably even like that better. Now, who is your immediate superior. How do you get into contact with him?"
His voice rasped. "There's been a mistake. I'm not in the C.I.A. I'm a narcotics officer for the U.S. government. This is my honeymoon."
"I see."
The pain which shot through his body was worse than anything he'd ever experienced.
It felt as if she were going to yank his balls off. He tried to curl up and fall over, but the collar which was attached to the overhead beam prevented it.
As the agony flooded his helpless senses, Carmela reached into the briefcase again and pulled out a thick strap of leather.
Striking him on the buttocks and back and shoulders she said, "I told you, do not go back on your word with me. Your word is the only thing you have. When you lie, you lose everything.
"Oh go sorry," he said, and as he said it the helplessness of his situation was compounded with mortification as a spurt of jiz shot out of his penis. His arms and legs were wracked with fiery pain from the fetters, and the strap had marked his body with stinging cuts. His balls were a huge mass of sweltering pain.
She sat down and licked the underside of his cock. By now her nipples were not only erect, but so was her clitoris. She could smell the juices from her own pussy. Overcome with rage that he would go back on his word she screamed, "When I am done with you, you will be nothing. Do you understand? I like doing this! When you resist me, you cause me great pleasure."
"What would you like to know what happened to your wife? Do you think we left her to stroll up the beach and alert the federales?" She wrapped the cord which was tied around his balls, around her fist and held it in front of his face. By now, even the slightest pressure was agony.
Then she had an idea and she released the cord. Standing up, she forced his face into her cunt. She wanted him to smell the juices and feel the heat of it.
In his desperation, he licked it to quench his thirst. Then he licked again and again. Her pussy was like silk.
Squeezing him with her thighs, she forced his head back.
His tongue lapped it up. The juice streamed down his face dribbled off his chin and then slowly, drop by drop fell on to his cock.
Nothing else was real for either of them except what was happening now. They had no memories, no perspective. Tom sought only to escape his torment. She wanted nothing from him except total submission. The revolution had become less than a dim memory.
How could a man like this earn a woman such as Sarah?
Her sexuality having merged with the interrogation, she felt the waves of pleasure roll in as he licked her.
To his diminished consciousness, licking her wet pussy was his only refuge from pain. He thought that if could just keep licking at that tender meat, it would delay the resumption of pain, but then she withdrew. He licked the air and sobbed.
She struck him in the face with the strap. Her level of arousal was such that her breathing was labored and fast. She was panting. "What is the name of your superior?"
"Bob Smith." he said.
Her flesh was on fire. "Alright," she panted. "All right. Now we are getting somewhere."
"We call each other on Thursdays," he croaked.
"Now, you are learning." She pulled his face against her breasts. His tongue went out eagerly, searching for reassurance, for something that said, this was a dream, that it would soon go away. It found her nipples. He sucked on them.
Her pleasure was exquisite and she let out a gasp as she arched her back in pleasure so that her heart shaped buttocks were flexed firm and tight. Then she laughed and tugged on the rope which was fastened to his collar so that his face became distorted and purple as he choked.
"We'll lure your colleagues here one by one. I'll question them." She laughed with almost insane abandon, and as she held the cord she jerked it back, asking, "Wouldn't that be fun."
Now that she had him like this, she did not hate him so much.
He was almost her partner. At least for as long as he knelt before her with his wrists and ankles shackled, and a thin cruel cord fastened to his balls that she could pull on to make him sing, and a collar around his neck that was fastened to the ceiling so that he could not lie down. Without those things, they had basis for friendship but as he was, Carmela's body considered him to be vital and irreplaceable. She was her little C.I.A. agent.
"Tom, Tom," she said and pinched his cheeks.
He laughed nervously, glad that she was happy. He would do anything for her in the hope that she would not pull on the cord.
She went back to his cock again, but this time she did not stroke it lightly, she got his testicles in the palm of her hand. She put it into her mouth, and her head bobbed along it, as she tried to suck all of his come out. He moaned, and in his helplessness, saliva drooled from the side of his mouth. His laughter had begin to take on an insane quality.
Carmela terrified him. She had made him her prisoner and now she was sucking his cock as if it were a popsicle in august.
He remembered the name Sarah and asked to himself, "Who is she? Why do I know that name." and then he lost the idea, any idea at all and laughed some more. From far away, he could feel the muscles in his cock pumping come.
The pleasure felt like it was going to suck out his brains,
He was glad it didn't hurt.
When the last bit of come had been sucked out of him, Carmela spat it all in the hard dirt floor. Her eyes sparkled like searchlights, and once again she wrapped her legs around his head.
Obediently, he began to lick. He especially liked the nub of her clitoris because when he licked that, she squeezed him tighter with her thighs. He liked the smell too, and within a minute or two after his orgasm, his cock was hard again.
Carmela's pleasure was exquisite. As surely as Sarah had discovered on the beach how much she enjoyed sex with another woman, Carmela was discovering how much she enjoyed it with a man who was totally in her control.
His tongue was like velvet and his earnest licks sent tingles such as she had never felt before running through her body. Her admiration for Dr. Ramirez had always been of the highest order because she knew that his intellectual abilities were so far above her own. As Tom's tongue stroked and caressed her most private parts, she found herself wondering what it would be like to interrogate Dr. Ramirez. She was convinced that he had much to offer.
Her juices. She felt as if her cunt was so hot that the juices inside it were about to boil, and then she came in a staccato series of orgasms the like of the like of which she had never felt before.
Tom just kept licking. He knew she liked that. He would do anything to delay the moment when she asked him his superior's name again. Anything not to talk.
Her clitoris was incredibly sensitive after the orgasms and she dreamily pushed him away, forgetting that his neck was in the collar tied to the beam, almost choking him.
For awhile she just sat on the floor with her arms around her drawn up legs. She hummed a song she had known since she was a young girl and rocked back and forth. Tom watched her anxiously. He was glad she was so happy.
Then she stood up and said, "I have to go now."
Searching for the gag, she resecured it, then put the hood back over his head.
He struggled frantically and mumbled incoherently. After the hood was tightly secured, she kneeled in front of him and put her hands on his sides. She said, "I do not want to leave you like this. You have given me pleasure today such as I have never before experienced." She put her head on his chest, kept on talking in a whisper. "But you see, I cannot release you. If I release you, then you might become a man again." Her voice became urgent and almost seemed to be pleading with him. "So, you see, if I release you. how will we share the pleasure again as we have just shared it? It would be impossible." And then she reached down and picked up the cord which was fastened around his balls. He was by this time insane and all he knew was that he didn't want her to pull on the cord and that he would do anything to please her.
Carmela was pretty much off her rocker, too. Ignoring the fear which rippled through the muscles of Tom's body she played with the rope, pulling on it gently and watching his testicles flop with each tug. "Do you understand? Can you forgive me?" she asked.
He nodded frantically.
Sighing with relief she stood up to leave and said, "Thank you very much, I shall return within a matter of hours."
She climbed up the ladder and left him.
For several minutes he strained with every muscle of his body to hear noise. Inside the hood, his eyes darted insanely from side to side. When at last he was satisfied that she had left, his body sagged with relief.
By now the ache in his legs from kneeling and the sharp sensation of the handcuffs biting into his flesh had receded far, far off into the distance.
One word kept running through his thoughts. It was "Sarah." He wondered who she was, and hummed a little song that seemed to make the pain recede even further.
Chapter Six
When he regained consciousness, it was morning. His torso was wrapped in white bandages and Sarah was mopping his forehead with a wet piece of cloth.
He smiled and said, "Howdy." That woman was a sight for sore eyes. He said to her, "Hey, it was worth it all to lay here and feast my eyeballs on someone who's as pretty as you."
She bent down and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "You've certainly had a good night's sleep," she said. "Randy's been up for hours. He even cooked breakfast."
"Well that's the closest thing he's done to work since I've known him." He looked down at the bandages. "How bad am I hurt."
From the other side of the fire Randy yelled, "You were goddamned, lucky as usual, you old son of a bitch. You got the hell raked out of your sides, but that cat just didn't seem to have it in him to get your vital spots. Hell, you're hardly hurt."
"I reckon that's good news. And how about Butch. Ah know he got cut up a little."
"Butch wasn't so lucky, Ben."
There was an interval of silence, then Ben asked," So, let's get going. Don't we got to rescue us this little woman's husband?"
"Yep. We just figured you were sleeping so soundly that we'd wait for you to wake up."
"I'm ready now."
They'd fashioned a rough bed for him in the back of the jeep. His movements were slow and painful, but he could, nevertheless, move. They'd been worried he might not even be able to get up, but no mention of that was made.
Breaking camp, they headed on up the road, passing a small mound with a white cross in it that Randy had fashioned for old Butch. When they passed it Ben said, "Ah'll miss that dog."
Randy said, "Yep," and after that no one mentioned Butch again. They were getting up high enough that the weather was beginning to get a little cooler. Below them, they could see the ocean and dense jungle. One little mistake and the jeep along with the three of them would fly off the road and out into space. At this point, there wasn't much to stop them from rolling all the way to the bottom except some big ferns.
They reached the pass in the early afternoon. Soon they would have to abandon the jeep so that they could approach the camp without being detected. Ben bore the rough bouncing motion of the jeep without comment. From their conversation, one might have supposed they were on a camping trip.
In the middle of the afternoon, Sarah climbed into the back of the jeep with Ben. There was barely room for her to sit beside him.
"So, how are you?" "Well, this is the closest thing to a vacation Ah've had in the last ten years, and to tell you the truth, I feel as if I'm traveling in luxury."
She laughed. He noticed how white her teeth were and as the jeep hit a series of bumps, he watched her fine boobs bounce up and down like jello. It made a big mound appear in his pants, down around his groin.
Sarah cocked her head and looked at him from out of the side of her eye, pointing at the mound, she asked, "What's that."
"Mrs. Reynolds, you have the finest pair of boobs Ah've ever seen."
She was flattered by his candor and laughed. She'd never met men like these two before. In New York, if you were tough, it meant you were also ill tempered. These two were about the toughest she'd ever seen, and they were as relaxed and easy going as two boys on a fishing trip. She knew that Ben must be experiencing a lot of discomfort and she wished there was a way that she could make him feel better.
Reaching down to his pants, she unbuttoned the button, then unzipped him. Randy heard the zzzz sound of the zipper, he adjusted the rear view mirror, so that he could watch.
He saw her reach in and pull up a nice big erect cock.
Ben said, "Now, that feels darned good, what with the breeze and all."
Randy felt his own cock start to get hard again and thought to himself "goddamit". It had only been since they heard the panther's screams that his cock had been flaccid. Otherwise it had been hard as a rock for the last 36 hours. First thing he was going to do once this was over was go back into the jungle and see if he could find that medicine man. He liked sex as well as the next man, probably a whole lot better, but this was getting ridiculous. Sarah pulled off her shirt, then climbed up on top of him so that he was laying between her legs. Bending way down, she took his cock and put it in between her gigantic smooth breasts. Pushing inwards on her breasts with her hands to increase the sense of friction around Ben's dick, she rocked back and forth, so that it slid between her breasts.
Ben let out a low whistle.
Looking up, Sarah saw Randy's eyes watching them in the rearview mirror. She was worried that they might drive right over the precipice and said, "Watch the road you horny bastard."
Ben craned his neck to see, but the effort made his sides hurt, so he just lay back and concentrated on the sensation of her luscious breasts sliding up and down his cock. He thought to himself that that was the thing about being in the city; there weren't any black panthers to jump out of a tree on top of you so that you could get clawed up a little and get some very generous beautiful woman to rub her tits across your cock. Yessir, he was a man for the untamed wilderness and that was a fact. Yesiree!
"Would you mind not going quite so fast?" he asked in his most polite tone of voice.
"Oh pardon me," Sarah said sarcastically, but she did nevertheless slow down.
Randy's eyes had strayed back to the mirror.
Sarah's tits were truly a delectable sight. They looked like halves of a football. From experience, he knew they felt warm and soft. They had just the right amount of spring in them.
Suddenly, he felt the jeep veer off the road. With lighting fast reflexes and the luck of the Irish, he put on the brakes without skidding, then backed up.
Neither Sarah nor Ben even looked up. She had readjusted herself so that she was now rubbing Ben's cock between her nice big firm breast, she was tickling his cock gently with her nipples. It was a very nice sensation for both of them. His balls were all full of come from the danger and excitement he'd experienced the night before. It was like she was tickling his cock with a paint brush.
For Sarah, the underside of Ben's cock was smooth and tender. With the view and the sun and the feeling of his cock sliding on her nipples, she felt alive as she'd never felt before. For a second she found herself actually thinking that it would be nice if Tom could get kidnapped more often, and then with a feeling of embarrassment, she dismissed the thought from her mind. Once they rescued him, IF they rescued him, she didn't ever want to be separated from 'him again.
Randy was mesmerized by the sight of those incredible bazooms, and then he discovered that by twisting his neck a little, he could catch fleeting glimpses of her pussy as she rocked back and forth. It was glistening in the sun with the moisture of her cunts juices, then she changed direction and all he could see was her strong thighs and her well shaped buttocks. True there were worse things to see. She was rocking back and forth like a metronome.
Randy thought to himself that he would like to have those sweet things wrapped around her waist. He'd pump away at her like an oil derrick.
Boom - ba. Boom - ba.
She looked up and asked, "Randy, are you watching the road."
"Sarah, if we turn up here, we're going to tumble somewhere in the vicinity of five thousand feet. If you think that I'd rather watch you shiny little pussy or big strong thighs than stay on the road, you are not thinking straight. I mean, you're a fox, okay. That doesn't mean I'm going to drive off the road for a look at your snatch."
"Listen to that," said Ben.
"Why don't you park the jeep, Randy," said Sarah. "Then go off into the jungle till you find a panther. We'll listen for the commotion and then when we think you two have wrestled around for long enough, we'll show up on the scene and try to help out. I mean, Christ, this man was mauled by a panther. I mean sure, then I'll give you some attention."
"You tell him little lady. Ah've known him for up on seven or eight years now, and Ah've never seen him once find out about a good think without trying to nose in on it."
"Okay, I'm sorry," said Randy. "Forgive me. I like to look at beautiful naked women." One eye on the road the other in the mirror, he watched that incredible pear shaped bottom rock back and forth, dragging her breasts across that lucky son of a bitches cock.
Without losing a beat, Sarah rummaged through one of the knapsacks until she found a can of beer, and then, still without looking up, she handed it forward to Randy. He took it appreciatively, not really thinking that it was a de facto admission he was watching those two go at it.
When Sarah could feel Randy start to come, she backed off a little, waited till his wave of excitement passed. They had a long drive in store for today. No need to rush things. Then she lowered her pussy on to his big cock. The thing just slid right in.
She flexed the muscles in vagina and watched for the expression of delight on Ben's face. She wasn't disappointed.
Then she just sort of rolled around on it almost as if she wasn't paying that much attention. It was a nice day, she thought to herself.
"I'm afraid you'll fall outa the jeep sittin' up there like that," Ben said. "Why don't you lay those big old knockers down on my chest." He was starting to go nuts with lust and he then cleared his throat. "Not you understand because the sensation of those big full bazooms on my naked flesh will drive me wild with pleasure but so as to lower your center of gravity and reduce the chances of your takin' a spill out inta the road."
"No can do, Ben. I guess you forgot, but a panther sort of worked you over last night. I'm not going to irritate the wounds."
He closed his eyes lazily as she continued that slow easy rolling on his cock." I guess you're right. I did forget."
"I was hoping you would." Without opening his eyes he said, "Mrs. Reynolds, Ah would like to say you have about the tightest pussy Ah've ever had the pleasure to have wrapped around my cock." She blushed with pleasure at his compliment, then stepped up the pace a little, sliding up and down his cock with an easy fluid motion that kept a perfect rhythm.
This time when she could feel him starting to come, she didn't let up. It made her feel good about herself to be making him feel good. She knew how much Butch had meant to him, and yet he hadn't even mentioned the dog since they passed the shallow grave.
IN all truth, Ben hadn't ever been treated so well, at least not since he'd been a kid at home with his parents, and even them, there weren't any knock out women around to settle down on his cock when things hadn't worked out as well as they might have
The come shooting down his cock made him feel as if a thousand little people were down in there, tickling his insides with feathers.
The jeep was veering all over the road as Randy watched them with compulsive interest.
When it was over Ben said, "Well, thank you. Maybe sometime I can repay the favor."
"What do you mean repay the favor?" asked Sarah.
"You come, too."
"Listen, you don't need to do that. I come about all the time. Quit keeping score. To tell you the truth, I'm almost insulted. I wasn't doing it for me. I doing it for you."
"Don't git me wrong. Ah appreciated it. Sure enough." Ben just closed his eyes, figuring to catch a little shut eye.
Sarah got back into her clothes and the jeep veered all over the road as Randy tried to keep track of her in the rear view mirror.
When she got back into the front seat, his cock was still hard. She said, "Alright, alright," as he pointed at the bulge in his pants. Reaching over and undoing his fly, she pulled it out and with deft quick strokes, jerked him off. After that the car followed the road with no dangerous swerving.
As they came down off the pass, they entered a dense forest. It was less of a jungle, than on the other side of the mountain, more of a plain old overgrown forest with normal kinds of trees.
They traveled along without speaking for quite some time, when Sarah finally asked, "Once we get there, what are we going to do?"
Randy shook his head, 'That's a very good question."
"I mean it's not like we're going to drive up and ask for them to give him back."
"I know that. I was thinking we'd park maybe five or six miles from the excavation and... "
"Excavation?"
"Didn't I tell you they've got their whole general staff up here disguised as a team of archaeologists?"
"No, Randy, you didn't tell me that. As a matter of fact you haven't told me anything."
"Look Sarah, sometimes you have to play things by ear. Somethings going to come up, and when it does, we'll take advantage of it."
"Randy has the blood of great generals running through his veins," Ben said from the back seat.
"Yeah," he grinned his most disarming and charming grin at Sarah.
"Lead on," said Sarah and that was a relief because he was god damn worried about how in the hell they were going to get her husband out. He was half inclined to make sort of a half hearted gesture at a rescue attempt and then retreat, leaving. Reynolds to his fate. He could then take on the responsibility of giving his condolences. He sighed and thought to himself that someone had to do it. Otherwise people might see her huge knockers and the beautiful curve of her hips and the way her hot ass stuck out in back and try to take advantage of her.
He put his arm around her and she nestled up to him.
"So what about this excavation" she asked.
"It's this old city from the civilization which was here before the Spanish invaded." "None really knows. They just more or less vanished and left behind this incredibly well designed city."
"It's amazing that a guerilla army would set up headquarters in it."
"Someone crossed someone else's palm with silver, that's for sure. Plus I think that at this point, the government doesn't take them all that seriously. There are people in the administration who sympathize with their desire to revive the nation's sense of having a unique cultural identity."
"The others want to be modern and rush headlong into the twenty first century."
"Exactly." Rounding a bend, they saw a giant tree which had been felled across the road.
They stopped and got out, examining the situation for a way to remove the tree. It wasn't going to be that hard, since the jeep had a winch in front. They just needed a way to fasten the rope around it.
Randy said, "I'll have to hack out a chunk underneath the ground and then we slide the rope on through. It's not going to be hard, but it'll take awhile."
Turning to go back to the jeep, he saw that a line of fourteen Indians had silently drawn itself across the road. Their bodies were covered with tattoos and in their hands, they held the small bows with poison tipped arrows that they used to hunt animals. The bows were drawn and the arrows were pointed at both him and Sarah. It was going to be very difficult for them to miss at a range of about seven yards. Randy smiled with everything he had and said, "Hi there!"
The faces of the Indians did not change
"See, we're just getting ready to move that big log. You understand? Big log?" He made a gesture with his hands like a fisherman showing how big a fish he'd caught.
One of the Indians pointed at him and said something in a language he did not understand. The others drew back their bows even further.
"You see, I don't understand... ah... your language."
Their chief spoke again, and then Ben sat up in the back of the jeep. He said something in an unintelligible language and the chief swirled around. When he saw it was Ben, his face broke into a wide grin and he ran to where he was sitting. The men with the bows looked nervously back and forth between Randy and Sarah, and their chief and Ben. Then the chief waved impatiently at his men and lowered their weapons. "Would you mind telling us what's going on," shouted Randy to Ben.
"Sure enough ole pal," said Ben. "This here is Shammura. He and I are blood brothers. This group is from that tribe which initiated me."
Shammura pointed at Randy and Sarah, then talked to Ben for several minutes in his native language. Ben finally shouted, "Hey why don't you two come here and join us."
"It turns out these people are on the way to attack the archaeological excavation team."
"What for?"
"They say the people there are preventing the ancient race from returning home. Apparently they went into the Pacific when the Spanish invaded, but they're gonna return someday. These guys are eagerly awaiting their arrival."
"They've been eagerly awaiting for about five hundred years now, haven't they?"
"Well, when you live out in the jungle, it makes ya patient," Ben replied. "It's just that they don't want the archaeologists there."
"Then we're on the same side?" asked Randy.
"More or less."
"Didn't I tell you something would come up?" Randy said to Sarah. Before Sarah could find the voice in which to respond, Ben interrupted. "Ah... Sarah... The chief and his men would like to see you naked."
"I don't think so," Sarah said backing up.
"Ah, I already told him it would be alright."
"Sarah," Randy whispered. "This is no time to get shy."
"Goddamn you both," she said to the soundness of his logic. Then with no further ado, she pulled her shirt up over her head, and let her pants drop to the ground. Talking excitedly amongst themselves, the Indians gathered around her and gawked. It went on for about five minutes. She finally asked, "What are they saying?"
"Half of them want to fuck you, but the other half say that then they'd have to marry you."
Finally one of them stepped forward. Underneath his loin cloth, he sported a big erection. Tentatively, he touched one of Sarah's luscious breasts on the nipple. When the nipple got hard, the rest of his fellows took a step back and ooohed and ahhhed. Then the chief forced his way through the crowd, strode up to Sarah and put both his hands over her naked breasts. When he removed them, both her nipples were hard. He turned to Ben and spoke with short quick assertive sentences. Sarah had an uneasy feeling and asked, "What does he want?"
Ben finally told her, "He wants you to give him your body."
"Well now you just tell him that you don't speak for me."
Ben looked down at the ground, and then with a quick motion, he looked her in the eye. "Can't do that either. Ah told him you wuz ma wife."
Sarah started to stomp her foot and say that she wouldn't do it, that she didn't know them and that her husband's life was in danger. The chief looked back and forth between her and Ben with a puzzled expression. Ben kept a forced smiled on his face and through clenched teeth told Sarah, "Sarah, darling, it would be very good for everyone if you jist kept on smiling."
Randy said, "This is no time to get temperamental." and then on a somewhat nastier note, "I mean hell, Sarah, he's probably been mauled by a panther lots of times."
She struggled with herself for a moment and than finally said, "Okay, let's go."
Ben spoke to him in his native language and all the Indians looked happy and excited.
Sarah got down on her knees and began reaching under the chief's loin cloth, took his hard brown cock into her hands. He looked around at his men, nodding his head and smiling. Then with her strong rhythmic movements she ran her two fists up and down his cock. It seemed incredibly thick and if anything, it reminded her horse's cock.
He finally came in strong rapid spurts and as he did, his men jumped around and dodged as if they were being shot at with arrows. He just nodded his head and smiled. When he was finished, he patted Sarah on the head and said something to Ben.
"What did he say?" asked Sarah. All of the chief's men were looking at her with big smiles and jumping up and down, pointing at their own erections.
Ben said, "He thanked me very much and said you give good hand jobs."
"Think of it this way," said Randy. "Maybe they'll worship you as a goddess."
Reaching down to put her clothes back on, to the incredible disappointment of the chiefs war party, Sarah said, "That would be nice, Randy, but what would be even nicer would be if one of them shot you with a poison arrow and then shrunk your head so that he could wear it on his belt. "You're that much closer to rescuing your husband, Sarah," said Ben said, and that made her remember her promise with a twinge of guilt.
Chapter Seven
Dr. Ramirez was in the habit of working very, very late into the night, long, long after the rest of the camp, save for the sentries had gone to bed. He was essentially holding down two jobs, that of an archaeologist, and that of a revolutionary. He wrote a lot, which detailed the discoveries of his team, corresponded with others in his field, and at the same time, formulate policy for when the revolution took power. He needed to stay in touch with the governments which were financing this fledgling revolution, and at the same time keep abreast of developments in his own country as well as those in other South American countries, even Africa.
He thought to himself that it was a shame Carmela had found the man to be uncooperative. She'd told him it might be days before they had everything from him that he needed. Aside from his compassion for the man, it was also disappointing news because the government which had commissioned this kidnapping in return for funds which would go to finance the revolution was going to be unhappy. Well, he thought to himself, that couldn't be helped.
At perhaps one in the morning it was time for even the dedicated doctor to catch some sleep to rest. He switched out his light and went to his bedroom, on the way stopping in to look at his darling, Pamela. She was his sixteen year old daughter and while the rest of his family was that night safely asleep in a large city several hundred miles away, he had asked Pamela if she would accompany him and she had agreed. Their relationship was extraordinarily close.
She was asleep, her long dark hair flowing out from her and onto her pillow. Sitting down beside her, he stroked that beautiful hair and thought to himself that he was a very fortunate man to have a daughter such as her. He often told himself that with out the solace and comfort which she offered to him the revolution would collapse.
At the touch of his hand, she woke up gently and without a start.
"Father"' she said.
"Pamela," He bent over and kissed her on the lips. As their tongues touched each other and rekindled the passion which they felt for each other and which never quite dimmed, she reached up and pulled him onto her.
His dick got hard and he told himself that no, it was not at the idea of sex, but with the love he felt for this beautiful child.
Her skin was smooth and dry, her lips so full and ripe.
Her tongue was wicked.
"So papa, are you done working for the night. It's so late."
"Yes, I'm done."
"Get under the covers."
"Let me take my clothes off."
His body was thin but wiry. For an intellectual and academic, he was in fact very strong.
Under the covers, he went straight for her sweet young muff. It had a freshness that was very invigorating. The tissues were still so soft and firm.
As his tongue licked her vagina, Pamela thought of her fortunate she was to have a father who took such good care of her. Many of the fathers of her friends paid their daughters almost no attention at all. Her father was the opposite in that regard.
She could feel the juices secreting from her tender pussy and it thrilled her in a way that nothing else possible could.
As he licked her, he thought to himself of how badly he wanted to make this revolution succeed and of how he wanted to give his daughter a life that had been impossible for the people of his generation to enjoy. They would have universities and teachers who were committed to making the children of this land into the best educated race in the world.
She stifled a gasp of ecstasy. Her papa's tongue was like a little mouse down there, running this a way and that. It felt so soft and furry.
She caressed his hair gently and thought to herself that it was a shame the way it was thinning out. He had so many worries. He carried so much on his shoulders. It was a privilege for her to ease his burden.
"Papa," she whispered, "Please, kiss me."
When his tongue thrust into her mouth, she could taste to tartness of her own juices. His weight settled on her and she felt as if he were crushing her. Then his cock searched for her opening, poking and prodding her, until it slipped in.
Instead of immediately setting about to pump away, he left her eager mouth, licked the rim of her nipples with his tongue, sucking and kneading them as if he wanted to draw milk from them.
Her breasts were not large, but rather were firm and solid, perfectly shaped little apples.
"Papa," she moaned. "Oh papa!"
"Yes darling. What do you want to tell papa?"
"Just not to stop, to never stop."
He chuckled and resumed sucking her firm little tits, switching first from one and back to the other. Very slowly, he started to slide his cock back and forth in her vagina.
She grabbed his head and pulled his face to hers, kissing him with a passion that knew no restraint.
Her lithe body responded to his slow deep thrusts with quick undulations.
Stroking her forehead, he told her slowly, "Slowly Pamela, slowly. We are in no hurry."
Her tongue shot into his ear, and the sound of its licking seemed to vibrate through his head with a quite pleasant sensation.
"I like the other way better," she said and to comply with her, he withdrew his cock slowly and gently, lifting himself up to all fours so that she could roll over.
As she arched her small little ass into the air, he planted his cock deep inside it. Grabbing her hips, he slid her back and forth on it. She was so light, so delicate and frail.
"Unh!" she bit her lip so that she would not cry out. For hours she lay there her waiting and hoping that he would come to visit her and then finally just as she'd given up and fallen asleep, he had appeared like something out of a dream.
She loved the sensation of his strong but gentle hands on her hips and ass, rocking her back and forth, stroking her pussy with love at each thrust.
His cock in her she felt complete in a way that nothing else ever made her feel; not good grades in school, not being with the family at Christmas, not even when the young men came around and gave her presents.
Gently, he forced her to lie down and then worked his hands underneath her body and covered her firm breasts with his hands. He worked the flesh of her sweet little tits as if they were dough.
Reaching down, she placed her own small hands over his big ones and guided his slow massage, showing him how she wanted him to knead harder and with faster action.
He bit the back of her neck, her ear reached around her head with his own so that by turning, she could thrust her soft tongue into his mouth.
The deep thrusts never stopped.
She could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten as he worked his pelvis back and forth. He could feel her firm little ass tense and relax with the pleasure of his thrusts.
"Go so deep papa that it will never come out. Just make it go deeper and deeper until it is lost inside me and it can never get back out."
"You're so silly," he said tenderly, squeezing her breasts and biting her ear at the same time.
With her head on the pillow and her long hair spreading across the white linen like a flowing stream she asked, "Will we live like this forever? I will never fall in love with someone else. I could not live if I had to be separated even for a day."
"Yes," he said. "Someday we will be separated. I'll be old and it will be time for you to find a man who can take care of you and your children."
She said, "No. I shall never let another man touch me. All day and even in the night, I feel like a ghost when you are not here. The only thing which can bring to life is when your manhood is inside me and it is burrowing into me. "Alright, my child," he said. She was so innocent. He knew that someday a handsome and gallant young man would win her heart and that when that happened, she would marry him and they would have a family.
Arching his back he drove his cock deeper into her, as deep as it would go. His fingers bit into her flesh, and he could feel her hard little nipples work back and forth against his palm. His love for her trebled when he thought to himself of how much she reminded him of her mother who was his wife. She was a woman who no man could fail to feel blessed to have as his own. He could feel that she was truly aroused now. His dick was sliding through her tender cunt like a ship through the water.
She was breathing hard, in quick short gasps. Her fingers were entwined around his own fingers and with each thrust of his rock hard cock into her she would gasp.
Lifting herself up partially, she pulled his right hand into her mouth, kissing and sucking on it with frenzied passion.
He released her other hand and reaching down, placed the fingers of it inside her cunt and stroked her delicate clitoris with his thumb. The lips of her pussy parted way for him as the red sea had done for Moses.
Reaching behind her head, her hands explored for his face with her fingers extended straight out with the intensity of her passion. When she found his face she stroked it, tried to hold it.
Then she could feel her orgasm start to build and it felt as if she were nowhere and everywhere, as she were underneath the sky and beneath the ocean. The sensation of pleasure rolled out from her groin like an unbroken sequence of tidal waves, one rolling in right after the other and then another one.
His own orgasm was more gentle, but it was incredibly intense, starting out slowly and without any real indication of the strength with which it ended, building and building until it felt so deep that it seemed to be coming from the souls of his feet. Jizm just seemed to pump and pump out and from the depths of his pleasure he was for a second alarmed that everything inside him was going to be pumped out and that when this was over he would be empty. Then the pleasure became such that he didn't have the strength to harbor any thoughts.
***
Carmela's duties as Dr. Ramirez's executive assistant prevented her for getting back to Tom until late in the evening. She was aglow with happiness as she climbed down the log ladder.
When he heard her, he was both terrified that she was going to resume questioning him and anxious for the company of any person, no matter how cruel they might be. What he wanted to do was ask her who Sarah was. He knew that whoever Sarah was, she was important to him, but he couldn't remember who she was.
Carmela patted him on the head, apologizing for the length of time which she had been forced to stay away. It felt good to Tom that she would touch him, but then she started chatting eagerly about the questions she had to ask him and at the same time, she leaned down and secured the cord around his testicles.
On the other hand she did remove the hood and gag. She'd also remembered to bring him some water. Tilting back his head by grabbing his hair, she poured it in until he was choking. Then she kissed him on the lips, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth. She had never kissed a man on the lips after she had been abused at the hands of the man who ran the banana plantation and it was something she had been anticipating all day.
Getting back to her feet, she took off her jumpsuit. Underneath it, she wore a black silk bra and panties. "Do you like them?" she asked twirling around and around like a model.
'Yes," he said. "Yes, I like them very much." His eyes were dull and his mouth was hung open.
"Now," she bent over and picked up the rope. "I have been thinking all day of which questions to ask. Are you listening?" She pulled on the rope. A dull aching pain spread out from his groin. "Yes,"
She felt some remorse and pulled Ms head to her breasts. "I don't want to hurt you, I'm sure you understand that. It's just that I have to for us to share this love we've found."
"Yes." he said.
She stood back up and unfastened her black silk bra so that it fell to her feet and slid out of her panties. "Now, what I wanted to ask is if you think tha'm beautiful?"
He said, "Yes," and held his breath, waiting for the tug on the cord, but none came.
"Yes, I knew you would. I have been waiting all day to ask you." She wrapped her thighs around his head. He forced his tongue through the lips of her vagina and started to lick. The feeling of his tongue against her clitoris was exquisite.
"Would you like to live with me forever?" From the side of his eyes he could see that she had wrapped the cord around her hand. Without letting up on the licking he nodded his head in assent.
She said, "I will have to leave the revolution to more dedicated people. As I went about my work today, I realized, that all of this, the guns, the marching, the fanaticism, it was for me nothing but a substitution for a sexual relationship with a member of the opposite sex." She tugged on the cord playfully and said, "I have discovered your cock. It is my member of the opposite sex. You will find me to be extremely intelligent and in my own way, quite considerate." He eased up on his licking in order to catch his breath, but she said, "Please, please, don't stop." and he resumed licking with renewed energy. She sighed, "Ah, thank you."
Chapter Eight
He licked and licked Carmela's pussy. He had dim memories of a time before he had been here. It was a time when he had not been handcuffed, and he remembered that he did not have a collar around his neck or the tight cord around his balls. He had a feeling that it was the time when he had known Sarah. He wondered if she were going to help him. Maybe that was why he remembered her name.
As he licked, Carmela squeezed his head between her strong thighs and ruffled his hair with her hands. She talked about the thing they would do together in the future, and as she talked, the juices from her cunt rolled down off Tom's chin. His cock was incredibly hard by now.
"Oh look," she said. "Look at your cock. It's like an arrow."
She got down on her hands and knees and looked at it. The truth was that she had never really seen an erection before today. When the banana man had raped her, she had not seen anything, had kept her eyes squeezed shut.
She put it in her mouth and tried to see how far back into her throat she could swallow it. Tom liked the way it felt. He thought to himself that he liked it when she sucked him off more than he liked to lick her. He only licked her because he didn't want her to pull on the cord, but he thought it felt good when she sucked him off.
He looked down at her as she crouched on her knees and elbows. He thought her ass was very pretty, and for a moment he imagined sinking his teeth into it. That would be fun. Then he heard himself ask, "Do you know who Sarah is?"
She stopped sucking him off long enough to say, "Sarah is your wife."
He said, "Oh."
His wife.
For Carmela it was almost as erotic to suck his swollen cock as it was to have him lick her cunt. She thought to herself in the future that she would spend a lot of time sucking his cock. It was so hard and warm. His testicles were somewhat swollen from the yanks she had given to the cord, but she did not know that and was amazed by their size. Then with a sudden sense of resolve, she decided that she wanted to feel his cock inside her. She changed the position of her smooth dark skinned body and eased herself down on his cock.
It was incredible. It seemed to fill her whole being. Not just her juicy tight cunt, but her stomach and her breasts and her brain. It was fulfillment that she had only thought would come to her when the revolution triumphed.
She had been so misled. All this time in the jungle, the conspiracies, the details they'd had to work out; all of that turned out to be a simple matter of finding a man that she could place in bondage and then use his cock for whatever she wanted. It was not at all difficult.
"Tom," she whispered, "Tom, do you know how good you make me feel?" and before he could answer, she kissed him with her hot tongue that was wicked with what it needed to obtain satisfaction from a man and innocent with the whole hearted pleasure she derived from it. His tongue responded greedily.
With all the mental blocks and fear she had instilled in him, he had forgotten that it was because of her that he was forced to kneel in the dirt with a slave collar around his neck and his hands and feet handcuffed.
All he knew now was how good she made him feel when she slid her body up and down his aching cock, and when they kissed he wanted to slurp the saliva out of her mouth and drink it. He wanted her long smooth hair to tickle his face. He didn't want the pressure from her huge breasts against his chest to ever ease up.
As Carmela started to come, she pulled her mouth from hers and yanked his head back with her hair. There could be no more powerful and joyous orgasm than the one which she experienced. She thought that to herself and then she felt the warm come from Tom's cock spurt against the sides of her of her quivering, spasming, quenching, cunt, and she knew she had been wrong. His body started to shake haphazardly as he tried to both force more come out and to ride that overwhelming sense of pleasure which it induced in him.
Both of them spent, she eased herself off him and then tenderly put the black cotton bag over his head, but without the gag or even securing it. She needed to do that, to keep him under total control in order that her own sexual satisfaction and love for him be real.
By this time, he was used to the sack and the handcuffs. He wished that she would give him some water, but it did not occur to him that he might ask. Neither of them had any idea that all around them a silent and deadly attack was underway as the tiny pack of Indian warriors in the company of Tom and Sarah made their way stealthily through the camp. They finished off each sentry with a stealth and silence that can only come from a life time of living as hunter in the jungle.
No attack can go completely undetected forever and finally the night was split with the sounds of and flashes of machine gun fire. Carmela roused herself. She realized they must be under attack. Panic stricken, she saw the happiness that she had imagined for herself and Tom begin to slip from her grasp. She was determined that it not happen.
With the quick smooth movements of a jungle animal she pulled off the hood. When he saw she was going to put the gag back in he finally whispered, "Can I have some water?"
She looked at him tenderly and said, "Yes, yes of course."
After she had tilted the water bottle down his throat for him to eagerly drink the precious liquid, he tried to suck on her breasts in order to thank her but she gently pushed him away. There was no time, and if they did not hurry, there would never be time. At first his legs were so still after she unfastened his ankles, that he couldn't walk. She impatiently walked him around the small room until he could at least go at a slow shuffle. Then she led him slowly up the rough log ladder. His hands were still secured behind his back and the gag had been tightly buckled back on. She'd also resecured the hood. Both of them were naked.
All over the ancient city, fighting was going on between the Indians and frightened guerillas. It was one thing to make war against the slow moving federales, but quite another to fight the deadly and merciless stealth of a bank of Indian warrior hunters. Death came silently from an arrow, or a blow gun or a knife. Silently and surely. Most of the guerillas had fled at the first sounds of gunfire. All that remained was a small cadre of dedicated revolutionaries holed up in the building where Dr. Ramirez made his headquarters.
With his daughter at his side, Ramirez alternated between screaming to his few remaining followers, "So our fate is at hand! Let us die bravely! We'll become legends for the inspiration of future generation," and then quietly repeating, "We're men of reason. Let us meet with our attackers. I can prove to them in quite simple convincing terms that our revolution is the only way to give the people of this country a better life."
His vacillations did not amuse his few remaining men. These were individuals who had participated in not one or two but countless revolutions. It was not a part of their plan, to lose their lives in this one. Still they were not cowards, the few that were remaining and they waited grimly for the final moments of the onslaught, determined to make who ever it was that took their lives pay dearly for the privilege. They asked themselves where Carmela was, disgusted at the Dr.'s vacillations.
She was slowly making her way toward the helicopter, leading the man she had made into her prisoner and grown to love on a cord.
To Tom's addled wits, this was about the most exciting thing he could remember ever having happened to him. He liked the feeling of motion, and the sense of the night air against his naked skin . She'd told him they were going to ride in a helicopter. He thought that sounded like it might be fun. He hoped she would let him lick her pussy some more after the ride so that she would maybe sit on his cock again.
In the helicopter, Carmela went through a very quick instrument check. It was fortunate that the ground crew had refueled the copter. She ran through the instrument procedure for take off, and with a loud whine, the turbines began to work.
The sound frightened Tom. It made him remember something that had happened to him before. He could remember lying on a beach. It was with another woman who sat on his cock and made him feel good. It slowly occurred to him that she might be Sarah. He was glad that he was beginning to remember who she was but he did not like the sound of the turbines. The sound of the turbines terrified him and made him remember something that he didn't want to remember.
When they heard the turbines start to whine, Sarah and Randy both said, "Shit," at about the same time.
"Where is it coming from?" Sarah screamed over the noise of machine gun fire.
"I don't know."
"He's in it. I know it. I can feel it. They're going to airlift him out!"
"No way," thought Randy. Not over his dead body. They'd fucking come this far.
"Come on!" They set off running in a crouch toward the sounds of the turbine. Machinegun fire from the besieged defenders kicked up the dirt around their feet.
By the time they rounded the corner of the building which offered them protection from the fire of automatic weapons, it seemed like an eternity had passed. In actuality, it had only been seconds. Together they raced down what had once been the main thorough fare of the ancient civilization which had fled until the time was right to return.
At End of the road, situated in what had once been a public market, they could see the black silhouette of the helicopter. Slowly, it began to rise off the ground.
In his deep irrational fear of the sound which the turbines made, Tom tried to jump out of the helicopter. Caremela grabbed him before he could escape, but in order to do that, she had to release the control, and the helicopter settled back to earth with a bone shattering jolt.
Insane with fear, Tom struggled frantically, until Carmela whispered in his ear, gently soothingly, "No my love, no. You mustn't be afraid of the helicopter." She leaned down and kissed his balls and he remembered how good it had been when she sat on his cock and he relaxed. It also made him remember what it had been like when she pulled on the cord. Returning to the controls, Carmela prepared to take off again. The chopper lifted up off the ground.
"My love, my love!" Carmela screamed insanely. "We are free!"
At that precise moment there was a double jolt as both Randy and Sarah leaped into the air and grabbed on to the skids only a second before Carmela would have escaped. Still, they did not exactly have things in the bag.
The chopper shot up into the sky. If they fell, it would be to their deaths.
Slowly they pulled themselves up and then in an instant, they were inside the copter, Randy on Tom's side of the copter, Sarah on Carmela's.
When Randy saw the marks and Tom's back and his swollen balls, he swallowed in disbelieve and said, "My god." He thought that he might be sick.
Sarah had no time to look and immediately was upon Carmela. As they wrestled, the helicopter swooped and circled erratically through the sky.
Carmela clawed at Sarah's face. She was screaming, "No, he's mine. I found him on the beach you little bitch and you've lost him forever."
Sarah didn't know what Carmela was talking about.
She grabbed Carmela by her long hair and pushed and pulled with all her might. Carmela's head whipped back and forth like a jack in the box on a spring.
On the ground the Indian looked up in wonder as the helicopter began to plummet back to earth. And then they saw a dark shape fly from the chopper, falling at what seemed to be a very slow rate until it was suddenly on top of them and Carmela's naked body smashed into the dirt.
As the helicopter continued to spin and plummet toward the earth, Randy edged into the pilot's seat. In Vietnam, he'd been a chopper pilot. With the grace of god the helicopter made a safe landing. Not a smooth one and not one for the textbooks, but nevertheless it was a landing that everyone walked away from.
The mission was accomplished.
No need for vengeance.
No need for vengeance and suddenly the ancient city was silent as the Indians vanished back into the night. They'd made their point.
When they took the hood off of Tom and unfastened the gag, he stared at them with vague uncomprehending eyes. Finally, he asked, "Are you Sarah?"
With tears in her eyes, she said, "Yes, I'm Sarah," stroking his hair as Carmela had done. It made his eyes light up "I like it when you do that," he said.
Randy walked off to a discreet distance. He wanted to get the hell out of there. Sooner or later those people who were in the doctors office building were going to figure out that it was time to come out and play. Still, he was willing to grant the couple a minute or two of privacy. It pretty much looked like that guy had been through something very close to hell.
He'd fucking lost his marbles. You could see that in a second.
Do not however get the idea that Randy was endowed with more than a passing sympathy for anyone's misfortunes other than his own. It also occurred to him that he didn't have an ice cubes chance in hell now with Sarah. Women were nuts about guys who needed to be taken care of. That was his problem, he thought to himself. He could fuckin' take care of himself.
Ben pulled up in the jeep. He was stiff, but still he could drive.
"Yeah," said Randy to Ben's questioning look. "We got him. He's lost damn near all his brains, but we got him. Might as well let the two lovebird get reacquainted."
"Ah got ta admit, Randy; the thought sure did cross my mind that it might be a better world for two old jungle rats if Mr. Reynolds never quite made it back."
"Yeah," Randy said, tossing away his cigarette. "That thought crossed my mind too. Well, at least we're each twenty five hundred dollars richer."
"Five thousand, pardner."
"Oh, yeah, right."
Off towards Dr. Ramirez' office could be heard the sound of Spanish.
"Best get going. I think they're likely to be about as friendly as a passel of very stirred up hornets."
"Yeah."
"Come on you two. Time to make tracks. "
That confused Tom and he asked, "What are tracks?"
Ben and Randy exchanged glances, then Randy said, "We're going to fly the hell out of here."
Tom wanted to know if it was to somewhere that he could lick the juice between a woman's legs.
Sarah said that it was. Ever since they had started out on the rescue mission, she had wanted to tell him about the promise, and how she'd broken it: at first to get Randy to help rescue him, but after that, it had been for pleasure.
How could she tell him now?
How could she relieve herself from the guilt which was tormenting her and make it up to him somehow? In many ways, this had been the most exciting experience of her life. It was certainly the kind of honeymoon you didn't forget.
In the chopper, Ben and Randy sat at the controls, while Sarah and Tom got into the back. As they took off, gunshots went off, they could see barrels sparking in the distance.
Then, it slowly but steadily dropped back into the distance as the chopper flew higher and higher into the night sky. As they crossed the mountain pass, they could see the Pacific ocean reflecting the moon.
In the back of the copter, it was not the joyous reunion that Sarah had expected. Tom just looked at her with a dull expression. Then she noticed he had an erection and in even the depths of her post adventure depression, she was hard put to resist a hard on.
Crossing her legs, she sat down between Tom's legs and took his beautiful cock into her hands. It was stretched and criss crossed with lines from the cords. She wanted to make him forget all that to return to how he had been.
But somethings, she knew, you could never forget. You could put them out of your mind for awhile, but sooner or later, you remembered. For instance you never forget what to do with your cock. As Sarah held Tom's in her hands, it began to stiffen and grow longer.
Tom winked at her and said, "How'd you like to put that between your legs?"
For a second it was as if he were still in control of his wits.
"I'd like to do that very, very much."
"Okay," he said.
She put his cock into her mouth.
"You're Sarah," he said.
"Huh uh." she said, looking up at him. Her cunt was beginning to moisten.
"I thought about you a lot, Sarah."
"Umph goo," she replied, her head sliding up and down his beautiful big cock.
Taking his cock out of her mouth and stroking it gently, she asked, "What did you think about me?"
"I thought about fucking."
She laughed.
He laughed, too.
Then he remembered when Carmela was interrogating him. A frown crossed his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Let's just fuck."
He slid off the bench onto the floor of the helicopter.
She lay on her back. The mounds of her big firm breasts were like mountains arising from a beautiful plains.
Her pubic hairs were like a jungle.
The smell of her pussy was delightful. It made his cock so hard that it felt like a rock. And then like an animal, he was on her, sticking his rock hard cock into her slit, jamming into her ass, kissing her face with his hands. Both of them had faces lined with tears, and the tears made their kisses salty when their tongues dived into each others horny mouths.
Finally his cock slid into her and she remembered what kind of cock it was, that it was perhaps not the biggest cock which she'd ever had in her cunt and that it was perhaps not the longest cock which had ever pumped away at her, but it was the best.
This cock could dance. It bulged and writhed. It probed and stroked. It tickled and sent spasms of pleasure through her body that no other cock could because this was a cock with style and timing. This cock had more intelligence in its balls than most men had in their brains. The man whose cock this was had been born to fuck.
Carmela had discovered that amidst the furor of her revolutionary zeal and it had been a realization of such staggering import that she had quit the revolution and tried to run off with him.
Her cunt started to flow with life and with juice.
She wrapped her arms around him . He pulled away and his eager mouth went to her breasts. His tongue caressed her big hard nipples, and the whole time he kept pumping away at her.
Lifting up his head and laughing, he said, "The whole time I was with her, I wanted to suck her nipples like this but I don't think it would have been so good."
"Tom."
"Tom"
"Tom"
Each stroke sent an orgasm through her that was so powerful she could only call out his name.
His eyes had begun to sparkle again. He bit her neck. "You're Sarah. The whole time I was there, I only thought about you. This must be why. Oh," he gasped. "I love to fuck. I want to fuck forever.'
"I do, too,"
When the helicopter began to wobble, Ben looked back and then elbowed Randy to turn. They watched the reunited newlyweds go at it with disbelief.
Randy said, "That guy can fuck."
"Hey-saying that guy can fuck is like saying the sky is blue or ain't that a nice sunset when it's the most beautiful goddamn sunset the world ever saw."
Chapter Nine
The sun poured into the windows of their penthouse apartment. It was a Sunday morning, months and months after their honeymoon. Things were pretty much back to normal, and they were enjoying a delicious breakfast of fried eggs, hash browns and bacon, along with coffee that was made from beans which hadn't been stored in some warehouse for months. It was fresh off the docks through some of Tom's business contacts.
The scars from his experience had healed slowly, but they had healed. Only the week before had he finally broken off his meetings with one of the most skilled psychiatrists in New York. For most of the time, he had been on a leave of absence.
One thing was for sure and it was that despite whatever mental scars had formed inside Tom's mind, he had never lost his appetite for good sex.
That had been a tremendous relief to Sarah.
Breaking a croissant in half, Tom chewed reflectively for a few moments and then said, "You know I think I have an idea."
"This," he said, lifting up the tray and putting it on the floor, then throwing back the covers.
"What are you doing?"
"I think I'll try some spread on your spread." and so saying he dipped the little marmalade spoon into the marmalade, then wiped the sticky substance on Sarah's dry cunt.
It was not however, dry for long.
Tom quickly began to lick it clean, scooping out the little clumps which got into her pubic hairs, lapping up the thin little layer on her clit. "How's that?" he asked. "I've been eaten by the best of them," she said, "But no one ever did it with marmalade."
"It tastes pretty damned good. Mind if I do it some more?"
"Mind? I was just about to suggest you get back to it."
As he licked she let the waves of pleasure spread through her body. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "Hey, Tom. I just got an idea for a new product."
"What?" he asked, his tongue deep inside her wet tasty pussy
"I mean I was thinking, you know, what does Marmalade remind you of?"
"Well, it's what almost everything else reminds you of, it's come."
"Exactly. I wonder if there's a way to make flavored come?"
"I don't know, Sarah. I mean all anyone has to do is get some Marmalade, or some honey, or some strawberry jam." He put his tongue back to her cunt and with a particularly deft lick sent her into a short paroxysm of pleasure When it was over, she said, "Yeah, but what if you're out camping? You can't just hop to the store then."
"That's a very good point, Sarah. Maybe you should arrange a meeting with someone who's a marketing expert." He was up out of her cunt now, wiping his face with a napkin. "That was quite tasty."
She pouted. "You're just humoring me,"
"Sarah, I've told you over a hundred times, I think you're a genius."
"Ha."
He eased her body down on to hers, so that he could feel the plumpness of her incredible breasts.
"You see the secret of being a genius, is not that you just get one good idea, it's that you get an incredible number of just plain ideas and that you just keep plugging, you know, you try them out. Lots of them are going to suck, but some of them will pay off big. Who knows, maybe marmalade flavored come is the marketing break through of tomorrow."
"You're full of it," she said, "Kiss me."
He did. It tasted like wet pussy and marmalade. She liked it.
"Hey let me try that on you."
"With pleasure." He rolled over and picked the marmalade off the floor.
She spread it on all up and down his big veiny shaft giving special attention to the head, and trying to arrange it so that the marmalade looked like come drippings.
"Maybe," she said, as she appraised the results, "It wouldn't even have to be flavored. It could just be colored."
"Jesus Christ, Sarah, Did I spend half of a lazy Sunday morning putting it in you?"
"God, you're selfish," she said teasing him. "I think that aside from it's stickiness and somewhat jelly like texture, marmalade is inappropriate for cocks." She jumped back up and ran into the kitchen, returning in a matter of seconds with a jar of imported mustard.
She proceeded to spread it on over the marmalade.
"Mustard?" he said. "I mean why does everyone have to try to improve on a good thing?"
"Well, Tom, this is going to be good." ' He wrinkled his face with disgust. "It's just too bad that you don't have the flexibility to bend on down and lick it off yourself."
"Hey, Sarah."
"Yes," she said, concentrating on making sure that there was not a single piece of bare flesh underneath her marmalade mustard concoction.
"I don't see you licking your own pussy."
"Good point, Tom, but why should I? Isn't that why I married you." She put the mustard and marmalade down on the floor. "I wish I'd thought of it before I put on the marmalade," she said somewhat hesitantly.
"Suck, wench."
"But I mean your cock looks like a big old foot long. I just had to put mustard on it."
"No more cheap talk." He pointed at his wagging cock, "Suck."
She made a face and said, "Well, here goes nothing."
Glump. She went down on it deep. It was not her style to be hesitant when it came to sucking cocks. And God knows, just as surely as Tom, that she was good at it.
He closed his eyes and tensed his body with sexual pleasure. He thought to himself that you just can't beat sexual pleasure. What would the point of even being fucking alive be without sexual pleasure?"
She stroked his balls as she sucked, and lightly caressed the insides of his thighs. It made him shiver with pleasure.
Then she had him roll onto his side and she reached around his buttocks but then found that didn't work so she just went in from the front, sticking two fingers into his ass. It felt sensational. One hand was stroking his balls, her mouth was working like Hoover on his cock, her fingers in his ass, giving him that truly full sensation of sexuality.
"How does it taste?" he asked.
She didn't stop sucking, just shrugged her shoulders. No way would she admit to him that it tasted bad, even if it really did, which it did.
He put his hands on her head, and then went down to the back of her shoulders. She liked that.
When he came it was like a fire hydrant that got uncapped in the summer.
She could feel the spurts peppering the inside of her mouth.
Most of the marmalade and mustard was gone by now. It was replaced by a slippery thin layer of saliva and come. She loved the way it felt to her lips as she slid along his hot and throbbing tool, as she lovingly made her way along his long shaft. She'd always liked it, the same way some people like to play with fingerprint when they were young or the way other liked to play with wet clay, Sarah had always liked to play with come. It seemed so real, she decided as she slid her head up and down his pumping cock, licking the underside at the same time with her tongue. What could be more real that come? Without come, there wouldn't be any babies and than after a while, there would be any people or for that matter, there wouldn't be anything at all.
One of the things she loved about him was that he didn't roll over and go to sleep after he had come. He was one of the few men she'd ever met that she could let come first and then trust to make her come.
She lay on her back, he climbed down between her legs. Peeling apart the lips of her labia, he thrust his tongue deep inside and wormed it around. It felt to her as if it were some kind of little animal, at least more so than his cock did. Mainly it was because his cock never felt like a little animal. It felt like some big strong thing rummaged around down in there and doing whatever the hell it felt like, his tongue however seemed more sympathetic.
A cock was something that you could get to know and to admire and to respect, but it just wasn't the kind of thing you ever wanted to confide in.
Tongues were different.
A tongue was sort of strong, but then dainty. It was like an aristocrat that had taken lessons in the manly arts but that was still at heart, somewhat gently.
She loved it when their tongues pressed against each other when they kissed.
There was no other time, short of an orgasm when she felt so much as if she were far into some deep thing.
When you kiss a tongue, it kissed you back, out when you kissed a cock, it just sort of sat there like say a labrador retriever. Tongues were more like smart little dachshunds.
His tongue was like a very, very smart little dachshund.
She could feel her cunt start to get so juicy that it was mushy.
She could hear him slurping and lapping up the juices. He acted as if it were a flood and he didn't want anything to get wet.
She could see his head move back and forth with the rhythm of his licks.
She smelled the sweet and somewhat tart odor of her sexual juices.
Most of all, she could feel it. She could feel that wicked tongue of his down there just running around wild. She could feel pleasure radiate out from her beautiful pussy into her groin and then her stomach and then her tits Her tits?
"Grab boobs," she said in a heated whisper. "Knead them like you're going to make bread." She thought about it in a confused heat and then added, "Or like you're going to make pizza."
He stopped licking and she moaned. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth and trying to pick out the pubic hairs, he asked, "Bread or pizza."
"Don't, don't, don't," she moaned.
Wow, he thought to himself this is one hot pussy. It made his own limp cock start to get hard. Going back down to her drenched pussy, he redoubled his efforts, and with marked effect.
Sarah was writing all over the bed, leaving stains from her cunt juices.
Then he reached up to her breasts and for several minutes he rolled them between his fingers. Then he took his nipples in between his thumb and forefinger and started to stroke them gently. The effects were electric. She started flopping all over the bed as if there were a thousand currents of electricity coming out of his fingers. By now his big cock was not only hard but throbbing.
He eased it in. It felt as if her pussy was just sucking it as deep as possible.
He loved the feeling of her moistness combined with the velvet smoothness of her cunt.
His strong hips started working like a pile driver, pulling his throbbing cock wildly down the tunnel of her pussy. Even if it were a thousand miles long that velvet smooth tunnel would be too short. Then he drove it in and it seemed to go in so fast and yet every instant of it felt like heaven.
In and out.
She reached up blindly to his head and pulled him to her. Their sweet tongues met and seemed to secrete juices of fire. Her erect nipples felt like little peas pushing into his breasts.
Her tits felt like a long wave rolling across the middle of the ocean.
It was so warm and smooth. He wished there were a way to get into it, to stick his hot body into her wet cunt and then he would slide around like a seal underwater.
Her hands clutched his buttocks. Her fingers dug in deep and then she let out a blood curdling scream and as she started coming, she raked his back with her fingers, that later there would be ten faint lines of dried blood which ran from his buttocks up his rib cage and then over to the center of back.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, although it was not possible. Their tongues pressed against each other with all their might the pretenses of a gentle dance gone as their naked sexuality strained to leave their bodies and enter into that of the other.
Her groin smacked against his with loud whaps and with every whap, sweat from their bodies splattered out over the sheets.
Her whole body was taut, like a voodoo man had put her into a trance.
And as she flopped underneath him as if impaled on his big cock, Tom, too began to come. It seemed to start from the souls of his feet and travel up his legs, gaining momentum so that by about the time it seemed to be in he could hardly keep pumping.
He didn't want to keep pumping.
He wanted to stop everything. He wanted to stop the world, he wanted to stop time and if space was moving, he wanted to stop that, too, but most of all he just wanted to freeze and let the huge wads of come explode against the walls of Sarah's cervix..
But he didn't stop. He kept pumping because he could feel that Sarah's orgasms rather than fading, were mounting in their intensity and his love for her was such that he would not stop pumping because, because it would diminish the intensity of her own coming. They say that you cannot build a marriage on sex, but the truth is that if you have two people who are committed to fulfilling the sexual needs of their partner to the best of their ability; not just so that the partner says it felt good and not just because they themselves are turning on by the sense of power one has during the moments of another orgasm, but simply because they love one another, and want to make the person feel good with every last ounce of energy, you have a marriage that's built on a pretty firm foundation.
So, he gritted his teeth and as the come pumped out of his hard cock, he drove it into Sarah's cunt, again and again and again.
Her hands ran aimlessly up and down his spine sometimes tickling him, sometimes clawing at him as the orgasms exploded in her groin and flooded her whole body with a pleasure the likes of which few people ever feel.
Then it was over.
How long was hard to say. Maybe it was just a few seconds ago that it was happening, maybe it was several minutes.
She felt the dead weight of Tom's body pressing her into the mattress and heard his deep breathing by her ear. His cock was slowly becoming less firm inside her.
He could feel her ribs move as she breathed
Lifting himself up onto his elbows, he said, "Whew! That was fun."
She nuzzled him. "Fun?" she said in a daze.
He laughed at her but without condescension and repeated her tone of voice, "Fun?"
She laughed.
"God, look at us. We're drenched with sweat."
***
Randy sat in the cockpit of the helicopter that they had liberated from the revolution. Their feet were up on the console and they were passing back and forth between them a bottle of obscure southern whisky that was, according to Ben the fine alcoholic concoction know to both civilized and uncivilized man.
The copter was on the ground in what had been a clearing, but in the jungle, clearing don't last long. Vegetation that was higher than a man had sprung up in a few short months since they had arranged with Ben's tribal brothers to make a clearing for them. When they'd landed, they brought more than ten steel pots.
They'd brought knives, and matches and mirrors and about anything else a primitive jungle tribe could want. In return, Randy was welcomed into the tribe as Ben's brother.
They had been given several wives each, beautiful lithe and solid women who knew nothing but the jungle. Their husbands were a source of confusion and pride to them, but they had accompanied them loyally on several treks down raging rapids and even one up into the mountains.
They didn't really understand what they were after, but the kept the camp and tended to their husbands needs.
Something called love.
They thought that perhaps it was some kind of spirit, similar in nature to the wise ones who had left the ancient city and would someday return to signal the dawn of a new era.
On the floor of the cab a fairly large puppy was chewing on something that it no doubt should not have been chewing on.
"Do you ever think of going back?" asked Randy.
"Hell, what for?"
"You know, civilization." he took a long chug on the whiskey.
"Hell, I never cared two bits . about civilization. Neither did you. Face it."
"That's not true," said Randy " I used to think civilization was about all that meant anything."
"That wuz before ya got the gold bug."
That was before I got the gold bug," He took a long swig, again.
"But now I got a bug for Sarah. That's after I got the gold bug."
"Randy, you are the most sorry excuse for a practical man I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. You ain't got a chance with he know."
"And look at what you got here. Your three wives, a climate that never gets cold, and about a million legends of lost Spanish gold. Sooner or later, we're bound to make a find."
"Yeah, then what."
"Well, neither you or me was ever ones to rest upon our achievements. We'll set out and see if we can find another treasure." Randy took another swig and seemed to weigh Ben's words. Then he said, "Wasn't she fine?"
"Yeah, she was fine." He swatted a big bug off the side of his neck. "You do have a right heavy concentration of little flying varmints down this close to the border, I'll say that."
"You know, I figured out once, that I could fly that chopper all the way to New York if I hopped up the coast."
"Probably git yourself in a record book for that."
"Then I could find out which little penthouse it is she lives in and I could land right on the roof and lower myself down to her front window."
Ben slugged whiskey, then said, "That would be a surprise."
Randy looked over at him quickly, "Yeah, wouldn't it?"
"Her fucking husband would probably be so surprised that he blasted you off the side of the building with a shot gun."
"Yeah," he said forlornly "Don't you miss her?"
"Not really. I just take the experience for what it was worth, you know. I just use it to prove I'm a lucky guy."
One of Randy's wives came running out of the jungle and gestured to the two of them that their meal was ready.
Randy took one more swig on the whiskey and said, "Yeah, we're just lucky guys I guess.
***
For Dr. Ramirez, it was almost as if after the attack and Carmela's death, things just seemed to fizzle out. Without Carmela's insane drive to bring a revolution to the people of their country, he discovered that his theorizing and long essay didn't amount to much.
One by one the other members of the revolution had just faded away. They went to other South American countries, Africa and Eastern Europe. Ramirez knew they did not respect him.
With his daughter, he made his way back to where the rest of his family was.
There they lived in small crowded apartment. His meeting with his favorite daughter were cut off because of how crowded it was.
He had no place to work except the library.
And then one day he received a telegram from a famous school in the Eastern United States. It asked him to call the head of their political science department.
"Dr. Ramirez," said the head of the political science department. "Are you at liberty to talk freely? I can assure you that this phone is clear."
Ramirez tried to picture a phone which had no color. Then he looked around to see if he could talk freely. No one else was in the phone booth. "Yes, I can talk. Did you read my article on the excavation of the lost civilization?"
"Come, come doctor. I know why you were there. As a matter of fact, it's why I'm calling."
Dr. Ramirez was terrified. "Yes ?"
"Well to make a long story short, Dr. we have an, opening in the faculty of our Political Science Department."
"I am an archaeologist."
"Yes, Doctor, I understand. Let me be frank with you. We're interested in someone who has practical experience in conducting a revolution. I have a close friend who happens to work for the Central Intelligence Agency and I asked him if he could recommend anyone. He recommended you."
"Ah "
"Now wait. We would like to pay for the cost of moving your entire family to this country. Visas will not be a problem. You will receive a salary in keeping with a man of such very, very specialized skills."
"Well, okay," said Dr. Ramirez, and within two months he was in the United States, lecturing on "Revolution in a Society Based on Fanning."
His family was thrilled with incredible diversity of things that they could buy with their new found wealth.
Their new house was easily big enough for the good Doctor to resume his relationship with his favorite date..
All in all, he had to admit, The U.S. was a good place to be.
***
"Sarah, do you ever wish you weren't married?"
"What do you mean by that, silly?"
"When you worked for Madame Wesley."
"I don't really miss that. It was interesting, I guess."
"But what about all the men? Don't you sort of miss having such a big selection?"
"You're all the selection I need, and let me tell you, it wasn't all just playing around and having a ball. I mean sometimes you'd get some old drunk guy that you'd, never even met before."
He laughed. "You didn't like that?"
"Oh yeah. Some horny old bastard mauling your body and thinking to himself that he's really sensuous. Sometimes, I wanted to scream."
"So, you've never been unfaithful?"
For a second she thought of Randy and Ben and Ben's dog and Carmela and the Indian Chie.
She wondered what Randy was doing. She missed him, but in her heart, she knew he was a loser. Not a loser in the sense of leading a full and adventurous life. A loser in terms of society. He wasn't ever going to have a nice car or a nice apartment or any security.
She had all those things with Tom. Still
Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be with Randy. She liked the way he did everything by the seat of his pants and managed to get through it all anyway.
His cock made up for a lot of things, too.
Still, Tom was pretty darned good, too.
Her only complaint was that he was so secretive about his business. He didn't have an office. There weren't any record books around the house. Sometimes she had the feeling he wasn't totally honest with her. Then she would begin to think about Randy.
Looking for gold. Camping out in the jungle. Meeting all sorts of strange types of people. Sometimes when she went for dinner with Tom and his business associates, she felt like she was just an ornament.
Still, most women would give their right arm to lead the kind of life she led. She was in the lap of total luxury.
Putting her arm around Tom, she kissed him and said, "No, I've never been unfaithful to you."
"I know you haven't. Sometimes, I just get, I don't know kind of insecure." "There's no reason you should be. I have everything I want right here."
