"Tomorrow is too important to be clouded by yesterday," says Guy Morrison in this story of a modern young couple attempting to discover themselves in a complex, anxious world. Self-discovery has become an important factor in our contemporary society, and, as the protagonist here suggests, our yesterdays play a subordinate role to our tomorrows. This is as true in sexual behavior as it is in every other facet of our complex lives.
In Pursuit in South America the author gives us a secularized view of individuals struggling through inadequate pasts toward uncertain futures. These are not members of the "lost generation" so evident in every decade of our immediate past. Rather, they are both victims and combatants in a series of revolutions blowing through our complex society today.
Both Guy and Sandy, for example, are caught in the vortex of the sexual revolution. Both have highly limited sexual experience and virtually no sexual education. They come together in marriage in what could be described as the classic situation where they are expected to "work things out" on their own.
Author Karl Van Husen suggests that this couple might very well work things out sexually, provided that they are completely free of outside pressures. He also shows us that such a situation, while perhaps desirable, is virtually impossible in our contemporary society.
This is accomplished through the use of symbolism. Guy Morrison, like the average American male, is married first to his occupation. Because this came before his marriage, it remains the strongest life goal in the earliest stage of his marriage. The suspense and adventure of his assignment on his honeymoon, that the author suggests several times in the narrative, could very well represent nothing more consuming than commuting to work at home. The important point is that his work, a hunt in Latin America, is the ruling force in his behavior, and he only changes his pattern through a series of dramatic incidents.
Sandy, on the other hand, represents many of the modern American females who assert their independence by earning their own living and then are faced with a radical transformation in marriage. This is a transformation that the woman must make almost alone, and this is emphasized here when Sandy finds herself all alone on her honeymoon in a foreign country. The men she seeks for solace and self-discovery are nothing more than meaningless characters that flash briefly through her life, touching her, yet unable to reach her.
It might be said that the sexual escapades developing in Pursuit in South America is an argument against, and a parody on, the morality of our previous generation of Americans. By burying sex and denying sex education, could society expect any more than what happened to Guy and Sandy? Isn't the situation described here the cause and effect relationship of a sexual morality out of tune with the time?
Critics may say that the sexual activity in relation to the time span here is exaggerated, but would it make any real difference if all of this happened over a period of months or a year instead of in a few days? The cause and effect remains the same, and the discovery itself would be the same. Indirectly, the author pleads for understanding of a basic human problem against the backdrop of a society going through a drunken acceleration of pressure.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sandy Morrison prayed that the hotel would be air conditioned! She was burning up in her wool sweater and skirt. She had removed her jacket the moment that they arrived at the Caracas airport. Glancing across at her new husband Guy, she noted that he had loosened his tie and had opened the window of the taxi to let the warm wind blow in his face as they entered the freeway that sliced through downtown Caracas.
In a few minutes they would be naked in each other's arms. The thought was disquieting to Sandy even if this was their wedding night. She had known Guy for a little over six months, and Sandy was certain that she was in love with him. But she had never allowed him to make love to her. And she really knew so little about him!
Like their sudden marriage, and now this trip to South America. He had asked her to marry him on Monday. Then, two days later, announced that as the result of a special opportunity at his company they would spend an all-expense-paid honeymoon in South America.
"Caracas Hilton, senor," the driver announced with a toothy smile.
Sandy watched the bell captain remove their luggage from the trunk of the taxi while Guy went inside to register. The entrance of the Hilton was beautifully landscaped, but Sandy didn't linger in the heat. It was only when she was in the spacious, colorfully decorated, air-conditioned lobby that Sandy felt the uncomfortable tenseness leave her body.
In a moment she would be alone in a room with her husband, and Sandy scolded herself for feeling so nervous about it. After all, it wasn't that she was a complete stranger to sex. Three years earlier, when she had been eighteen and a freshman in college, Sandy entered into an affair with her sociology professor. He was in his late-forties and recently divorced and Sandy briefly thought that she was in love with him. She had given him her virginity and found it a frustrating and disappointing experience. In a dozen attempts over a period of three months, she had never been able to achieve an orgasm. After they broke up, Sandy avoided all sexual contacts, wondering if there was something wrong with her.
"All set, Sandy," Guy said, walking up to her with a bellboy in tow. "We're in room twelve-o-six. How's it feel to be Mrs. Morrison on her honeymoon in South America?"
"Exciting," Sandy replied with a smile. "Particularly inside this air-conditioned hotel. I don't know about you, darling, but I was burning up in that taxi."
"I asked about that," Guy said, taking her arm and guiding her to the bank of elevators just off the lobby, "and they said it was a freak wind of some sort. Desk clerk said it hit Caracas about noon and they're predicting it will be gone by morning. Something to do with a hurricane in the Gulf."
Sandy stepped into the room as the bellboy held the door open. The breath caught in her throat. She wasn't accustomed to such luxury! It was like a suite. There was an ample-sized living room with a sofa and two lounge chairs. At the end of the living room, and separated by a decorative sliding screen, there was a large bedroom. The entire wall, both in the living room and the bedroom, was made up of huge windows overlooking downtown Caracas.
"This is lovely!" she exclaimed. "But are you sure we can afford it?"
"We're not paying for it, remember?" Guy laughed as he tipped the bellboy and closed the door. "My company picks up the entire bill, and we have a five-thousand-dollar bonus coming if I find my man."
"What man?"
"I'll explain later," her husband said, coming to her and taking her in his arms. "You've been putting me off for six months and I don't intend to wait a minute longer."
Sandy opened her mouth as she felt his firm lips crush against hers. She locked her arms around his neck as he pressed his body against her and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her muscles tensed for a moment when she felt him cup her buttocks in his hands, but she forced herself to relax. There was no need to keep her guard up any longer. She was a married woman now, and, for better or for worse, Guy Morrison was her husband. Sandy could feel the growing hardness of his male organ pressing against her young belly and desire began to sweep through her quivering body.
"Hadn't we better close the drapes?" she breathed in his ear as their mouths parted.
"Modest?" he teased.
"Nope," she laughed. "I just want you all to myself. I don't want any dark-eyed Venezuelan beauty looking up here and getting ideas about you. Didn't I tell you, I'm a very jealous girl!"
She pulled away from him and closed the drapes in both rooms. Then she turned to face him. Sandy knew that she had to tell him, but she dreaded it.
"Darling," she began as he took her hand and pulled her to the large bed, "there is something I have to tell you. Wait! Please wait. Guy, I'm not a virgin," she blurted out. "So?"
"Well, I had to tell you. It happened a long time ago. I was young and silly, and it didn't mean anything. I haven't seen the man since."
"That's all?" Guy asked, hearing his suspicions confirmed. Something had told him that she wasn't a virgin, even though she would never let him touch her sexually. But he was certain that she wasn't one of the modern girls who fell into bed with every man who bought them dinner. That was part of her attraction to him.
"What do you mean, that's all?" she asked. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
"I didn't mean it that way, silly," he said, kissing her neck. "I just meant that it wasn't important to me, that's all. What's past is past. I'm not a virgin, either."
"Please," she sighed, running her fingers through his dark brown hair, "please don't list your conquests."
"I wasn't about to, and I hardly think you'd call them conquests. Darling, let's get off this ancient history routine and enjoy the glory of our present." He pressed his lips against hers and brought one of his hands to one of her full breasts, while the other one gently caressed her resilient buttocks. Her lush, ripe body excited him! For months he had longed to hold her in his arms like this, to have her in bed. He had been telling the truth when he said that his few sexual experiences weren't conquests. With the exception of one very promiscuous girl in high school, Guy Morrison's sexual contacts had been limited to a few prostitutes. A quiet, unassuming man approaching thirty, Guy had never been very successful with women. He had substituted sports and work for girls and limited his conquests to pleasant daydreams.
Now suddenly here he was with a gorgeous wife in a strange foreign country! He kissed Sandy passionately and caressed the soft fullness of her ripe young breast. Their bodies twisted and melted together as they clung to each other with rapidly mounting desire.
"Darling," Sandy sighed as their mouths parted, "I'm burning up! Let me get out of this sweater."
She pulled herself to her feet and began heading for the bathroom.
"Sandy, please don't disappear. I want to watch you undress. After all, I'm your husband now."
"But...."
"This is no time for modesty, Sandy," Guy said with a warm laugh. "Married people share everything. They have no secrets. I've been waiting months to see your lovely body. Please!"
Sandy took a deep breath and turned around to face her new husband. She dropped the nylon nightgown she had taken from her suitcase and brought her trembling fingers to the small zipper on the back of her sweater. She was embarrassed, but she knew that he was right. She had to conquer her shyness with him, and if he had been waiting for this moment she had no right to deny him. Sandy knew that these awkward moments at the beginning of their marriage would pass, but she couldn't make her fingers stop trembling as she dropped her sweater on the chair and began unbuttoning her skirt.
Guy could feel his cock straining against his tight slacks as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched Sandy slowly remove her clothes. She was such a gorgeous creature! Her long blond hair fell in soft waves to her shoulders and halfway down her graceful back. She reminded him of a young Julie Christie. Her face had the same sharp, yet soft, features. Her pale blue eyes seemed to radiate a depth of warmth, and her high cheekbones gave her an exotic look. He particularly liked the fact that she wore almost no makeup. Her full, sensuous, lips were covered with a thin coat of light pink lipstick, Sandy's only compromise with the modern cosmetic industry.
He thought that his straining cock was going to rip his undershorts apart when he saw her beautiful young breasts bob into view as she pulled her shoulders free of her bra. Sandy had a tiny, yet full-bodied figure, and her tits looked even better than Guy had imagined they would.
They were heavy and full, like two perfectly shaped pears, and they stood out proudly on her slender chest. Her nipples were small and pointed, like tight buds on a rose bush. His balls ached as her beautiful body reminded him of the full-bodied girls that he had seen in Playboy magazine.
Without removing his eyes from the intoxicating beauty of her body, Guy began slipping out of his clothes. He stopped when he saw her begin pulling her sheer nylon panties down over her full hips. A light muff of golden blond pubic hair sprang into view and Guy's heart pounded in his chest. God, what a lascivious sight! From what he had heard from other men, he assumed that all women had dark pussies. The blood rushed through his veins as he stared at her golden triangle. He thought that he could see the pink lips of her hair-fringed vagina quiver with desire. Guy almost tore his shirt as he pulled it free of his body. He was convinced that he was among the luckiest men in the world. Sandy was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen and she belonged to him!
He kicked his shoes off and stepped free of his slacks, quickly pulling his shorts down. His penis was throbbing with desire as he left his shorts on the floor and stood naked at the side of the bed.
Sandy blushed as her eyes went to his crotch and she saw his organ standing rigidly and proudly in front of him. She couldn't remember having felt this uncomfortable before in her young life! She wondered what she was supposed to do now as she stood stark naked before her husband. Will this moment never end? she cried to herself.
Guy walked quickly to her and threw his arms around her naked shoulders. He felt his balls twitch as he pressed his excited cock against her soft and warm body. Her proud, pointed nipples seemed to burn holes in his chest as they embraced and brought their lips together. Her skin was firm, yet soft and exciting to his touch. Their tongues united in a warm embrace and Guy ran his hands lovingly and abandonedly over her luscious body.
When he could stand it no longer, Guy pulled her slowly to the bed and lowered her gently on the mattress. He stood above her for a long moment, gazing down at her nakedly sensual body. She had slender, yet perfectly formed, legs. Her thighs were full, but not heavy. And her luscious tits rode firmly on her chest like beautiful peaks on proud mountains.
"You're making me nervous, darling," Sandy said quietly, her body squirming under his lustful gaze.
"You're so beautiful!" he exclaimed, lowering himself beside her on the bed. "Sandy, I love you so much!"
Whatever doubts she had about her marriage seemed to evaporate with his tender words. This strangeness would pass. Excitement began to build in her young body as she once again felt his hungry lips pressed against hers. She felt one of his hands grasp one of her breasts and a tingling sensation rippled through her body when his fingertips began kneading her nipple.
Maybe there was nothing at all wrong with her. Maybe she had simply been waiting for the man that she loved! His warmly caressing tongue felt so good in her moist mouth! And she loved the feeling of his hard athletic body pressed against her. Sandy closed her eyes and allowed the small ripples of pleasure to course through her trembling system.
How often had Guy dreamed of this? How many times had he imagined himself holding Sandy's naked body in his arms? It was like having his daydreams of making love to one of the beautiful playmates come true! His hands wandered over her body, each touch of her soft skin triggering exciting shocks in his system. This was no daydream. This heavenly creature was his and he was going to fuck her!
The ache in his balls become overpowering and he reached down and pried her full thighs apart with his hand. His fingers dipped into the shadowy depths of her warmly moist pussy as they writhed together. Her pubic hair felt like silk!
Guy could wait no longer. His lust-incited prick pressing against her nakedly displayed body was threatening to explode! Spreading her legs with both hands, he crawled into a kneeling position between her lewdly naked thighs. He could feel his heart pounding in his testicles as he stared down into the open flower of her now glistening cunt. The cuntal lips were spread wide apart and the abysmal depths invited Guy to enter.
Guy leaned forward, guiding his blood-distended cock to her cunt with his hand. He brought the purplish swollen head to her wet vaginal opening and pressed it firmly against the tight opening. A groan of desire escaped from his throat as he jerked his hips and forcefully sent his prick inside her lovely body.
Sandy clenched her teeth to keep from crying out as she felt her vagina expand to accept the penetration of his rigid organ. She had forgotten how much it hurt when the man who deflowered her first thrust into her virginal cunt! The winding blood-bloated veins along the length of his cock seemed to gouge out canals along the walls of her vagina. She gritted her teeth until the pain subsided, then slowly opened her eyes as she felt his juice-covered penis begin gliding in and out of her body. The tension left her as the pain gave way to a very exciting, wonderful feeling. A burning itch began between her legs and swept through her veins to ignite every nerve ending in her body. Her nipples began to swell, then became hot and warmly rigid. She could feel her juices flowing, lubricating her canal until his organ seemed to fly in and out of her.
"Oh, my darling!" she moaned, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him desperately.
Guy was beyond himself with lust! No prostitute had ever excited him like this! He knew that his decision to marry Sandy was the best thing that he had ever done. An animal grunt rumbled in his throat when he heard his heavy balls slap against the cheeks of her widely splayed ass. Her cunt was so excitingly tight and warm! Drawing back, he lunged his prick into her again and again. His balls ached and throbbed as he drove into her with everything he had.
Sandy was surprised to hear her heart pounding in her temples. The burning itch had become a raging fire in her body. Small shock waves raced through her every time that she felt the mushroom-like head of his penis ram against her cervix. Joy swept through her. It hadn't been like this before! She had never been this sexually excited in her life! She pressed her thighs against his waist and locked her ankles behind his bucking hips. Her hips began to writhe against the mattress as he drove his desire-bloated prick into her warmly receptive pussy with long, swift thrusts.
"Ooooohhh!" she moaned, clinging to him firmly. She could feel his virilely excited penis pressing against the entrance to her womb. Her breath came in short rasping pants as her excitement continued to grow.
Guy fucked her mercilessly like a bull rutting a cow. His hips worked like pistons, ramming his throbbing prick in and out of her hotly pulsating vagina. The blood in his veins had turned to pure lust! He felt his balls rumble as if they were the epicenter of a huge earthquake. The months of having her push him away whenever they became intimate seemed to crash in on him and he drove his long hardened length deeper and deeper into the tight damp fissure of her belly.
The explosion seemed to begin in his toes. It worked its way up his legs and thighs, becoming more intense by the moment until it reached his testicles. He felt his balls swell, and then suddenly they erupted with the force of a volcano to send his hot viscous love cream racing through his cunt-hungry prick and into the warm depths of her wanton body.
Sandy opened her eyes in surprise when she felt his penis expand to mammoth proportions inside her. She ground her hips up and mashed her pelvis against his raging body when she felt the white-hot jets of his cum splash inside her vagina. Her own excitement seemed to double and she clung to him. She was close, so wonderfully close!
But then his hips stopped bucking and his hard organ was still in her body. Not yet, she wanted to cry! It was all she could do not to scream at him, "Don't stop now!" Desperate tears welled in her young eyes as she felt his body relax on top of her. Not yet, her soul cried, not yet!
It was the same thing that had happened before, but much worse because she had never been this excited before! She tried to cling tightly to his body as he slowly lifted himself off of her. His rapidly reflating penis slid from her vagina and she suddenly felt empty.
"That was worth waiting for, wasn't it, darling?" Guy said as he lifted himself and stretched out beside her. He couldn't remember enjoying any girl as much as he had Sandy. He brushed the hair away from her forehead and kissed her lightly.
"Oh, Guy!" she moaned softly, pressing as close to his body as she could. She knew that she should tell him, confess her problem and rely on his experience to help her solve it, but what could she possibly say to him?
Guy closed his eyes for a moment and let the warm black cloud fold around him. The long day, filled with their wedding, the small reception, and the long flight to Caracas caught up with him and he drifted off in peaceful sleep.
Sandy clung to him until her body began to tremble. Afraid that she would wake him up, she pulled herself to her feet and walked on shaky legs over to the living-room window. She parted the drapes an inch and stared out at the bright lights of Caracas at night.
What in the world is wrong with me? she wondered. The excitement had left her body and she felt painfully empty. Her hands trembled as she held the drapes open. Did I make the biggest mistake of my life in getting married today? she asked herself. She had hesitated when Guy asked her to marry him, but he was everything she wanted in a man. He was strong, athletic, and so handsome!
The confused, frustrated, slightly desperate, twenty-one-year-old girl walked back to the bed and stretched out on her back to stare at the ceiling as she waited for sleep to overtake her. She would have to discuss it with Guy in the morning. But how would she explain it when she didn't understand it herself?
CHAPTER TWO
Sandy awoke to find herself alone in the spacious, attractive room in the Caracas Hilton. A note was pinned to Guy's pillow. "Darling," the note read, "hope you had a good rest. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you. Have to run out for a little while to see if I can earn this exciting honeymoon. Have breakfast. I'll be back as soon as I can. No later than lunch, I promise. I love you very much, Mrs. Morrison."
She was disappointed to find him gone, yet at the same time a little relieved. She dreaded having to talk about this sex thing with him. It was so confusing! After all, he had enjoyed himself. He had had no trouble having a climax with her.
Maybe it's just me, she said to herself as she stood under the hot shower and allowed her body to soak in the relaxing warmth of the steaming water. The same thing had happened before. The more she thought about it, the more disquieted Sandy became. She was almost convinced that there was something seriously wrong with her.
* * *
Sandy noticed that people were wearing sweaters and coats as she crossed the bridge over the indoor ponds between the lobby and the coffee shop in the Hilton. She was relieved to see that the heat wave had evidently passed. The admiring glances from a number of the Latin businessmen having coffee perked the newlywed's spirits up some. The obvious lust in one man's eyes embarrassed her, but in her present mood it was reassuring that she was desirable.
The waiter's English was obviously poor, so Sandy pointed to the combination breakfast that she wanted on the menu. The small dinner that she had eaten on the plane the day before had left her ravenous and she amazed herself by how quickly she cleaned her plate of bacon and eggs.
Over her second cup of coffee, Sandy considered her plight. Here she was thousands of miles from home, a stranger in a foreign country, a bride who actually knew very little about her husband, and a woman whose secret fears about sex seemed to be confirmed. She felt very threatened. Everything had happened so fast! Sandy had to overcome a strong urge to return to the quiet if somewhat dull life that she had made for herself since she left college. It isn't possible to go back, she told herself. That's all behind me now and I have to adjust to a new life! If only the thought of her new life wasn't so depressing!
With a deep sigh, Sandy paid her bill and walked back to the lobby. A glance at her watch told her that it was still early. What was she supposed to do until Guy returned? She considered asking about what tours of Caracas were available. Sandy knew that she should make the most of this trip to South America. She remembered her mother saying that most girls dream of a honeymoon like this, and Sandy knew that she was right. But she hesitated to leave the hotel without Guy. She decided that she would wait until he returned.
Sandy wondered where he was. She knew that he had something to do for his company, that was why they were paying for the trip, but she knew so little about her husband! She wished that he had wakened her and taken her with him.
* * *
Guy Morrison was at that moment sitting in the back seat of a taxi that he had hired, wondering just how difficult the assignment that he had been given would prove to be. On the surface he was to locate a man named Jack Lockwood and deliver a thick envelope. Obviously, the contents of the envelope were important and delicate. Otherwise it could have been sent by mail. Guy had been warned that Jack Lockwood might not be easy to locate, that he could be anywhere in South America.
Although he was new to all of this, Guy had no illusions about working for a munitions manufacturer. The pay was above average, but it wasn't a popular industry in a world that sought peace. Guy had given it a great deal of consideration before he decided to accept the offer from Maxwell Industries. The fact that Maxwell was a small organization with almost unlimited opportunities outweighed the feature that the nature of the business would be highly secretive. And his first year with the company had been challenging as he learned the operation of a munitions manufacturer. He was proud of the fact that he had been able to suggest several changes in the inventory system that resulted in substantial savings for the company.
But now he was out in the field and he had no idea what was expected of him. He had learned to ask few questions, and when this assignment was offered he accepted without asking the dozens of questions that had popped into his mind. Guy knew that Mr. Maxwell had told him all that he thought Guy should know for the moment. Jack Lockwood had worked on special assignments for the company in the past and was needed again. He was an expert pilot who made his living flying and he owned several planes. At the moment, he was believed to be somewhere in South America. Caracas had been his base a few months before and Guy should start looking here.
Guy's ears popped as the taxi sped down the steep freeway from Caracas to the airport on the coast. The address that Guy had been given in Caracas had proved to be a dead lead. With the taxi driver interpreting, Guy learned that Lockwood had given up the apartment in Caracas several months before. The new tenant said that he thought Mr. Lockwood had moved across town, but he didn't have a forwarding address. The secretary at the American Embassy didn't have a Mr. Jack Lockwood listed, so Guy decided that his best bet was to check the local airport.
The drive seemed to take forever. Because of the tall mountains and treacherous winds, the Caracas airport was located down the coast, thirty miles from the bustling city perched in the mountains.
The high overcast disappeared as they approached the ocean and Guy could feel the warmth of the sun coming through the window.
"We go there," the driver said, pointing to a series of small hangars beyond the main terminal as they approached the airport. "That is where small planes are."
"Okay." Guy replied. "Does anybody there speak English?"
"Oh, yes," the driver answered. "Head man, he used to work for big American oil company. Speak good English. As good as me."
Better, I hope, Guy thought to himself. The driver parked in a NO PARKING zone and they walked across the street to the small but modern building that served as an operations base for private and noncommercial aircraft. There were several men standing drinking coffee by a counter at the back of the building and the driver headed directly for them. He asked several questions in rapid Spanish, then turned to Guy.
"Man we want is in hangar," he said, indicating that Guy should follow him as he left the building and began walking across the concrete taxi area toward the hangar.
Guy was impressed with the modern Caracas airport. He had admired the modern terminal building when he arrived the day before, comparing it favorably with any terminal that he had seen in the United States. But the Latin informality on the field surprised him. Guy knew that they wouldn't have been allowed to walk around a field like this in the States.
They walked into a small hangar and Guy was surprised at the number of planes it held. He was looking at a large twin-engine craft near the entrance when he heard the driver call him. Guy saw the driver standing with a tall slender man on the other side of the hangar. He took measure of the man as he walked quickly over to join them.
He was dark, probably Latin, tall and lean, and had a thin line of a mustache perched on his upper lip. Guy noticed that the man watched him through hooded, suspicious eyes as he came up.
"Miguel says you're looking for Jack Lockwood," the man said noncommittally as he shook Guy's hand.
"That's right," Guy responded. "The address in Caracas I have isn't up to date. They say he moved, and I really need to find him."
"Why?"
"I have something to deliver to him," Guy replied, gathering that what information could be obtained from this character would have to be pried out.
"What?" the man asked, suspicion clearly etched on his face now.
"He's done some work for our company," Guy said, deciding that he couldn't afford to alienate his one lead to Jack Lockwood's whereabouts at this point by asking the man what damned business it was of his what he had for Lockwood. "I've been sent down to give him some papers. You happen to know where he moved to?"
"Nope."
"Well," Guy went on patiently, "can you suggest some way I might find him?"
"Not in Caracas," the man said slowly. "Who'd you say you work for?"
"I didn't say," Guy returned with a smile and in a tone of voice that let the man know that Guy was aware of the game that they were playing. "If Lockwood wants you to know who he's worked for, he'll have to tell you himself."
Guy saw the flash of anger, colored with a certain amount of respect, cross the man's face, and he decided to press his advantage.
"I don't believe you told me your name," he said casually, watching the man's eyes.
"That's no secret," the man replied with a hard smile. "Old Miguel here can tell you my name. Lots of people here know me, but no one knows you, do they?"
"Look fellow," Guy said with a sigh, "I'm not here to play games. I'm looking for Jack Lockwood on business. If you can help me, fine. If not, I'll try somewhere else."
"Won't do you any good. I told you he isn't in Caracas," the man said, turning away and picking up a log book that he had placed on a bench.
"He's left Venezuela?"
"Day before yesterday," the man commented. "See you later, Miguel."
"Thanks a lot," Guy said sarcastically as the man turned his back.
"Think nothing of it," the man said, turning briefly. "And let me give you a piece of advice, mister. If you knew Jack Lockwood, you'd have a better story before you started asking questions. Men like Jack don't welcome strangers asking questions. If you really have something to deliver to him, you'd better figure out a way to get word to him what it is and who you are. Some people aren't as friendly as I am."
A sharp retort formed in Guy's mind, but he restrained himself. Something about what the man had said and the way he had said it had a ring of truth.
"How we find your friend?" Miguel asked, walking quickly to catch up with Guy as he moved out of the hangar.
"You're going to help me, Miguel," Guy said, walking toward the administration building. "If Lockwood left here, he flew his plane out. And if he flew, he had to file a flight plan. Find out who has the log in there and ask to see Lockwood's flight plan. He left on Thursday, so it shouldn't take long to find it. His destination will be listed. Think you can do that?"
"Oh, yes," Miguel responded with a wide grin. "Secretary is friend of my cousin. Let me talk. I handle."
"I'll wait in the car," Guy said, turning to go around the building as Miguel walked to the door.
Twenty minutes went by before Miguel returned to the car and Guy had time to think. Whatever Jack Lockwood did for a living, it was something on the borderline of the law. But if he had been part of a solid, established company, Mr. Maxwell wouldn't have sent Guy down to find him and personally deliver the envelope. Guy was pondering just what Jack Lockwood did and why he didn't "welcome strangers" when Miguel walked up to the car and climbed in.
"Sorry," Miguel said with a shrug of his shoulders, "but I had to pay Maria to look for paper."
"Did you see his flight plan?" Guy asked.
"Oh, yes. He leave Thursday like Carlos said. Fly to Rio."
"Rio de Janeiro?"
"Oh, yes, Rio."
"Any stops along the way listed?"
"Oh, yes, he stop in Belem. Where we go now, boss?"
Guy knew that Belem was in the north part of Brazil. Probably a refueling point, Guy reasoned.
"Let's go back to the hotel, Miguel," Guy said slowly. The next move was to follow Lockwood to Brazil, but Guy wanted Mr. Maxwell to clear him on this. And there was Sandy. Guy glanced at his watch and realized that it was after one o'clock! "And drive as fast as you can, Miguel!"
* * *
Sandy Morrison had picked up a pocketbook mystery at the newsstand and tried to read it in the room, but she couldn't concentrate on the story. After a while she gave up and decided to take a walk through the hotel grounds. From the room, she had looked down over the tennis court and swimming pool and they seemed deserted. She realized why when she walked out in the brisk breeze, but the walked seemed to help clear her confused mind.
Sitting on a bench in the sun, Sandy decided that she would have a long talk with Guy and tell him the truth about her sexual problem. She was relatively certain that it was all her fault and she felt that Guy might be able to help her.
She had just walked back into the lobby when she saw Guy coming in the main entrance. Sandy waved and smiled as he walked over.
"Sorry I'm late, darling," Guy said, taking her into his arms and kissing her gently. "Everything just took longer than I thought it would. Hungry? I'm starved. I just had a glass of orange juice and coffee before I left. Let's grab a bite in the coffee shop."
"Fine," she said, linking her arm in his as they crossed the lobby. "I ate an enormous breakfast, but it seems like that was ages ago. Did you find your man?"
"Not yet," he admitted as the headwaiter guided them to a table. "And I don't think it's going to be easy. After lunch, I want to call New York and see how far they want me to go on this. The man has left Caracas and all I know is that he might possibly be in Rio."
"Do you have his address?"
"Nope, not a thing."
"Well, that doesn't sound like very much to go on," Sandy commented after the waitress had taken their orders. "Why all the mystery, or can you tell me?"
"There's nothing to hide," Guy replied with a laugh, wondering how true that statement was. "You'll just have to believe me when I say I honestly don't know what it's all about. My boss wants me to find a man and deliver an envelope."
"And that's all?"
"That's all, I think," he replied. "Every time I think about it, the more ridiculous it sounds to me. Perhaps something in the envelope involves an assignment for me, but that's just supposition on my part."
Sandy smiled to cover her hurt. The whole situation was too incredible! Why would Guy's company pay thousands of dollars in expenses to simply deliver an envelope? She was certain that he was hiding something from her and she resented it. Was this the proper way to begin a marriage? Or was she expecting too much of her husband? And what kind of a honeymoon would this be?
They finished their hamburgers, french fries, and coffee in silence. Sandy didn't want barriers between them, but she didn't know what she could do-particularly when it was obvious that her husband didn't trust her.
"Ten dollars!" Guy exclaimed when he picked up the check for lunch. "Ten dollars for hamburgers and French fries!"
"Remember what you told me about Caracas being one of the most expensive cities in the world?" Sandy asked with a laugh. "My breakfast was four dollars. I signed the check. That was all right, wasn't it?"
"Sure, honey," Guy replied, "but I hope Mr. Maxwell knows how much it's costing him to deliver that damned envelope! Come on, let's go to the room so I can call New York. It's up to him to decide what I do from this point on."
The call went right through. Mr. Maxwell listened patiently as Guy explained what he had done that morning. Guy ended with a word about the expense of the trip.
"Now, Guy," Mr. Maxwell's deep, moderated voice began, "I told you not to be concerned about the expense of the trip. You have the credit cards, and if you need cash we can arrange that through a bank transfer. To us, it is imperative-I repeat, imperative-that you find Jack Lockwood and deliver that envelope. And time is very important to us. I thought you understood that. If you think Lockwood is in Rio, get to Rio tonight. Find him, no matter where you have to go. Apologize to your lovely bride for any inconvenience this may cause. Once you've located Lockwood, and after the matter out-lined in those papers is attended to, you and your bride take two weeks anywhere you want at our expense. But find Lockwood as quickly as you can. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," Guy replied.
"And, Guy, if Lockwood needs any help after he's gone over what we sent, I want you to see that he gets it. Funds may be required, and we can arrange that. Okay?"
"Yes, sir," Guy replied. "We'll fly to Brazil on the next available flight. I'll contact you the minute I have something worthwhile."
Sandy watched her husband carefully as he replaced the receiver and slowly lighted a cigarette.
"I take it we're headed for Rio?" she said lightly.
"Right," Guy sighed. "I wish to hell I knew what this was all about."
"So do I," Sandy said almost under her breath.
Guy caught the tone of her remark and walked across the room to take her in his arms.
"Look, Sandy," he said, holding her tenderly, "Mr. Maxwell said to apologize to you for any inconvenience this caused us on our honeymoon. As soon as I take care of this silly thing, we're to take two weeks anywhere we want-all expenses paid."
"I didn't marry Mr. Maxwell, Guy," Sandy said softly. "I married you. It's all very new and a little frightening to me."
"I know, honey," he said with a warm smile, "but let's ride it out patiently. I honestly didn't know what I was getting into. I still don't, for that matter. All I ask is that you be patient. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"I think I understand, Guy," Sandy said seriously, "and I know you have to do your job. We'll have a lifetime together, I know that. Just be a little understanding, and try not to leave me alone in these strange countries too much, okay? Shall I pack?"
"Better let me see when the next flight to Rio is," Guy said, kissing her tenderly on the lips and then returning to the phone to call the travel desk.
Sandy was amazed to see how quickly he could change from husband to businessman. It was as if he were two people in one body. He had ignored her remark about marrying him and not his business. Was she wrong? Had she indeed married a business as well as Guy Morrison?
CHAPTER THREE
Once they were settled aboard the VARIG 727 flight to Rio, Sandy could no longer control her urge to talk. They had packed quickly and rushed to the Caracas airport to just barely make the VARIG flight, but she couldn't help noticing that Guy had been quiet and withdrawn all the time.
"Guy, tell me a little about your business," she said after the hostess had served them cocktails. "I mean ... Well, I know so little about your company and what you do. And now that I'm ... well, sort of involved...."
"I know, Sandy," Guy responded with a smile. "You're wondering what the hell I'm into. So am I. You know that Maxwell is a munitions manufacturer. We make guns and ammunition. At one time, Maxwell was pretty big in the sporting weapons business, but now our business is fairly well limited to automatic weapons."
"Automatic? Machine guns?"
"The grandson of the machine gun, darling," he continued. "We call them automatic rifles, but for all practical purposes they're machine guns."
"Who do you sell them to? I mean, who uses machine guns."
"Let's call them automatic weapons, Sandy," he laughed. "The term machine gun is old-fashioned today. Today, a machine gun is a permanent installation, or at least semi-permanent. What we manufacture are hand weapons. Police use them, all sorts of security organizations, and some are used by the military."
"And guerrillas?" she asked.
"Well, yes, in the sense of a military guerrilla, he admitted. "I don't have anything to do with sales. Our sales are generally made by brokers, people who deal with the various organizations and order from us. We have a one-man sales force, and his job is to expedite orders and handle special shipping instructions. So far, I've been in inventory and purchasing. You see, sales come in large units. We might make only a dozen sales a year, but each sale is large. Sometimes we have five or six big orders go out in one thirty-day period. Then we'll go several months without shipping a thing. That makes inventory a critical thing for the company."
"Don't you manufacture the guns when you get an order?" she asked.
"If we did, things would be a lot easier, believe me! But our industry doesn't work on that basis. When customers order, they want the weapons as fast as possible. Oh, once in a while a police department will place an advance order for shipment when their budget comes through, but that's the exception and not the rule. We have to maintain huge inventories ready for shipment the minute we get orders."
"Is most of your business in the United States?"
"When Maxwell was in sporting weapons, all of their business was in the States. Now, most of our orders come from foreign countries. To be honest, there is a great deal more profit in the automatic-weapon business than there was in sporting weapons. We don't have the distributors and jobbers to deal with. I'm afraid the whole thing is sort of dull and unglamorous, Sandy. Hope I haven't disappointed you."
"Not at all," she said with a smile. "I had never pictured you as a James Bond type. It was just when all of this mysterious business about delivering an envelope to a man came up that I began to wonder if I had married a secret agent."
"No such luck," he laughed. "I'm afraid you're stuck with a dull businessman, darling. Believe me, this assignment is out of the ordinary. I'm as curious about it as you are."
"You don't think it's dangerous?" she asked.
"No, Mr. Maxwell would have warned me if there was any danger involved." Guy wondered if that was true. He remembered the man at the Caracas airport and his remark. "In our business I've learned to follow orders without asking too many questions, and Mr. Maxwell has always told me exactly what I needed to know. Munitions is a business with at best a marginal public image. The less people know, the less chance there is for idle conversation and misinterpretation."
"You sound like Nixon on Watergate," Sandy chided.
"Perhaps," he laughed. "Don't count any chickens yet, darling, but after only a few years with the company, your new husband may be up for a promotion to the top rank of the organization."
"How great!" Sandy said with sincere enthusiasm, gripping his arm tightly.
"Nothing sure," he said, holding her hand clasped to his arm. "I heard what I think were some very strong hints in that direction last week. That's why I'm so anxious to take care of this ridiculous assignment. John Brennan announced he's retiring. If I get his position, I'll be the number-two man in the company. And unless I miss my guess, that means almost double the salary and a number of stock options in the future."
"Oh, darling, that would be wonderful!" Sandy said, hoping that she had the proper enthusiasm in her voice. She knew that she couldn't tell him that none of that was truly important to her. Not nearly as important as starting their new life together properly. But all of this was so important to Guy! She was learning more about him, and Sandy was confused by what she learned. In the past month he had made her believe that she was the most important thing in his life. Were all brides this disillusioned on their honeymoon? Or was she being unreasonable and demanding too much?
Guy paid six dollars when the hostess came by with earphones for those who wanted to watch the movie in flight. Sandy tried to concentrate on the movie, a rather silly Western, but her mind wandered. She saw that Guy was watching with rapt attention and she felt a little guilty about observing him when he wasn't aware of her gaze.
She wondered what he would say when she told him about her problem with sex. She had started to on the plane, but she was too embarrassed and decided to wait until they were alone in the hotel that night. The thought Of having him make love to her again troubled her. Everything had seemed so terribly right when she decided to marry Guy, and now suddenly everything seemed to be going wrong! Sandy slipped the earphones from her head and dozed off into a light sleep.
The seven-hour flight ended on time and the approach to Rio was breathtakingly beautiful. The pilot banked and glided slowly over the Copacabana beach and by the Sugarloaf. Lights twinkled on the water like gems scattered on an indigo blanket.
"Isn't it gorgeous!" she exclaimed as they made their final leg on the landing. "I think I'm going to love Rio!"
"Maybe we'll spend our honeymoon here," Guy remarked, squeezing her hand fondly. He thought, but didn't add, if I find Mr. Jack Lockwood.
Once they had cleared customs and immigration, Guy made arrangements for a car and driver. It was expensive, but he knew that he would need an English-speaking guide and it made sense to hire one right away instead of taking a taxi into the city. Besides, the company was paying for all the expenses. The guide's name was Pepe, and he was a heavy-set, middle-aged mulatto with a gold tooth that sparkled every time he smiled. He had the dissipated look of guides the world over, but his eyes were alert.
"And what hotel will you be staying at, sir?" Pepe asked.
"We don't know," Guy replied. "We don't have reservations. What do you recommend?"
"Is price important, sir?" Pepe asked.
Guy was about to remark that he would prefer something in the medium-price range, but he remembered that the company was paying and this hadn't been a very good start for Sandy on her honeymoon. "Price is no object, Pepe."
"Then I believe I would recommend the Moon Devil, sir. It is a new hotel at the end of the beach. Expensive, exclusive, and quite luxurious. I think small but elegant would be the best way to describe the Moon Devil."
"Then the Moon Devil it is," Guy said. "You speak with a British accent, Pepe. Were you educated in Europe?"
"No, sir," Pepe responded, wheeling the black Citroen away from the curb and entering the busy traffic lane heading for the freeway. "I've never been out of Brazil. English is taught in our schools here, but it is, I'm afraid, with the British pronunciation. Many Americans comment on my accent."
"I like it," Sandy remarked with a light laugh. "It always sounds so dignified to me. And, really, we Americans speak terrible English."
"I wouldn't say terrible, madam," Pepe returned with a smile. "You have a distinctive pronunciation, that's all. How long will you be in Rio? Is this your first visit?"
"It's our first visit," Guy replied, "and we really don't know how long we'll be here. That all depends on some business I have."
"It certainly is a lovely city," Sandy commented.
"There are many beautiful places to see in Rio," Pepe said. "If you like, I can recommend a number of little tours we can make while you are here."
"That would be nice," Guy responded, "but you'll have to give me a hand in locating a man before we can commit ourselves as far as time goes."
"Certainly, sir," Pepe said.
* * *
"Oh, Guy," Sandy exclaimed as they left the freeway and entered Rio's fabulous beach area, "I do hope we'll have time to see Rio. Isn't it beautiful! Look at that sidewalk! It's colored marble or something. And look at the moonlight on the water! I think this must be one of the most romantic places in the world!"
"It's lovely," Guy said quietly. "Look, Sandy, I'm going to have Pepe drive me back to the airport as soon as we register. Maybe I can get a line on Lockwood tonight, then we'll have Rio all to ourselves. Okay?"
"Guy, do you have to-tonight? Yes, I guess you should. The quicker you get that behind you, the more time we'll have to ourselves. But you won't be gone long, will you?"
"I'll make it as quick as I can, darling. The trail may still be warm here."
Sandy sighed and put her hand on Guy's arm, settling back in the seat to look out at one of the richest playgrounds in the world. The long beach was -lined with multi-million-dollar hotels and dotted with gracefully swaying palm trees.
"Here is the Moon Devil, sir," Pepe said, pulling the Citroen into a circular driveway laced with lush tropical landscaping. It looked more like a very exclusive private club than a hotel. A uniformed doorman greeted them and signaled to bellboys to take their luggage.
The desk was tastefully located off the small but elegant lobby. Guy noted that the clerk was dressed in a formal pin-stripe black suit. Guy registered, assuring the clerk that a small suite would be quite sufficient.
"Wait for me, Pepe," Guy said as the bellboy took the luggage to the elevator. "I'll be right down."
"Yes, sir," Pepe said with a small bow.
The elevator opened into a large sitting room that served the six suites on the floor. Burgundy and white were combined in the decor to give the area both warmth and elegance.
"Wow!" Sandy exclaimed as the bellboy opened the door to their suite and she walked in. She had never seen such luxurious elegance in her life! The living room was done in shades of green and blue. A gaily colored Tiffany lamp on the end table seemed to set the motif, creating an interesting blend of contemporary and antique splendor. The bedroom was decorated in shades of orange and rust, and a huge circular bed piled high with colorful pillows dominated the room.
"Guy, look!" Sandy called as she walked into the large bathroom. "Look, a sunken tub! Oh, wow!"
"Quite a layout, isn't it?" Guy remarked after he tipped the boy and walked into the bedroom.
"This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. I don't even want to know what it costs. I'm afraid I'd feel guilty! Oh, darling, it's like a dream! Do you have to go back out tonight?"
"I'd better," Guy said. "I want to get this thing off my mind. Sure you'll be okay here for a while?"
"For a while! I'd be okay here forever! Don't be gone long. Know what I'm going to do? I'm going to take a bath in a sunken tub! I've always dreamed of doing that. And I'll be sparkling clean when you come back. Please, darling, don't be long."
"I won't," Guy said, taking her in his arms and kissing her. The idea of looking for Jack Lockwood appealed to him less and less, but he knew that he had to follow up his vague lead and try to get this assignment behind him. "Just relax, Sandy, and enjoy yourself. I'll be back before you know it. And don't drown in that sunken tub!" he added with a laugh, as he broke their embrace and walked quickly to the door.
Pepe was waiting for him in the lobby and they got into the car and headed back up the long beach. Knowing that he would need all the help he could get, Guy explained his mission in detail to Pepe. He also explained that they would have to use a discreet, indirect approach if they were to be successful in finding out very much about Jack Lockwood.
"And that is all you know, sir? The fact that he filed a flight plan, with Rio as his destination?"
"I'm afraid so, Pepe."
"Of course we can try the American Consulate in the morning, but I doubt your Mr. Lockwood is the type that registers with the Consulate. At any rate, Mr. Morrison, this should be interesting. A deviation, shall we say, from the sightseeing duty I usually pull."
"Where in Rio would a man like Mr. Lockwood be likely to hang out?"
"Ah, sir, that depends on his particular line of endeavor," Pepe said. "And you haven't told me that. If, for instance, he is in the narcotics business, we might find him in one of a dozen places that that type use. But first, it seems we'd better ascertain that he is in Rio at all. That's the civil airport over there. We'll begin there. May I suggest, sir, that you accompany me but let me do the talking? A woman I have dated on occasion is the secretary to the administrator there. If she is on duty tonight, we might be able to get the information you need without upsetting anybody with a number of questions."
"I'll be the silent partner, Pepe," Guy laughed, pleased that he had been lucky enough to find an intelligent, clever guide.
As they entered the large, sprawling building, Guy noted that the Rio facility wasn't nearly as modern or cleanly kept as the one in Caracas. He followed Pepe and listened to him exchange what appeared to be pleasant banter in Portuguese with several of the men on night duty.
"We're in luck," Pepe announced. "Guilda is not on duty tonight, but she just arrived from an excursion by private aircraft. I'm afraid my competition is becoming stronger," he laughed. "Somebody took her to Punta del Este for a holiday. Ah, there she is now. Guilda!"
Guy admired Pepe's taste in women. Guilda was a tall, pale coffee-colored mulatto girl with a full, voluptuous figure. She was easily in her thirties, but still a beautiful woman. Guy stood by quietly as Guilda and Pepe exchanged greetings in Portuguese.
"Mr. Morrison," Pepe said rather formally, "this is Guilda Ordanos. She has kindly consented to have a cup of coffee with us. And she speaks English, Mr. Morrison, every bit as well as I do."
"But not quite so formally," Guilda laughed, taking Guy's outstretched hand. "Welcome to Brazil, Mr. Morrison."
"Thank you," Guy responded and the threesome fell into step and headed for the small coffee shop. Walking next to the tall voluptuous girl awakened Guy's physical senses. She seemed to exude raw sex. He thought of Sandy waiting for him in the hotel and briefly wondered what kind of idiot he was to be out looking for a man at a time like this.
Guy restrained his impatience as they exchanged small talk at the table and sipped coffee. Finally, after what seemed to Guy an eternity, Pepe brought the conversation around to Jack Lockwood, explaining in very general terms that it was important that Guy locate the man on a business matter. When Pepe mentioned Lockwood's name, Guilda's facial expression changed immediately.
"I'm afraid you're not alone, Mr. Morrison," Guilda said. "A number of people are looking for Jack Lockwood."
"Do you know him?" Guy asked.
"Quite well," she said with a tiny note of bitterness in her voice. "I've known him for some years. He arrived here several days ago and caused quite a stir. He landed, came in and bought me a cup of coffee, then took off again. But it seems he did not leave alone. One of the local guerrilla leaders, a man wanted by the government, managed to board Jack's plane while it was being refueled. The local police, who monitor our radio frequency, arrived just after they took off. I was questioned for five hours."
"Why?" Pepe demanded indignantly.
"Because it was obviously a well-planned escape and they thought I had something to do with it because I had coffee with Jack while his plane was being refueled. They've been back a dozen times. The government is hopping mad that Car illo, the guerrilla leader, slipped through their fingers. That's why I went away yesterday, to avoid answering any more questions."
"I don't suppose Lockwood filed a flight plan," Guy sighed, suspecting that he had another near miss in his quest.
"Of course not," Guilda laughed. "When he does, nobody believes him, anyway. But he told me he was heading for Bogota. He said he is setting up a new base there for a while."
"Did you tell the police that?" Pepe asked.
"No," Guilda replied with a smile. "This is how Jack makes his living. He's a rascal, but I guess I'm like other people who sort of admire an adventurer. Besides, it wouldn't have done the police any good. Colombian authorities aren't very friendly with Brazilian security police."
"Guilda," Guy said softly, "can you suggest a way I can contact Jack Lockwood? He's bound to be touchy about people looking for him, but I have to contact him personally."
"I don't know where he is holed up, if that's what you mean," the attractive Brazilian girl replied. "If I were you, I think I'd try to locate Barbara Salton. She's his current playmate. Her father has something to do with the mining business in Colombia. I imagine that's why Jack has chosen Bogota for a base. She's a young redhead with the morals of an alley cat, I understand. Eighteen or nineteen and a well-known swinger in Bogota. I wish I could help you more, but that's all I know. I'd get up to Bogota as quick as I could, though. Jack doesn't have a record of staying in one place very long."
CHAPTER FOUR
Sandy Morrison's head was swimming as the waitress brought her another Daiquiri in the cocktail lounge of the Bogota Hilton. Although it wasn't yet noon, the pretty young girl was already well on her way to being drunk. And no matter how much she drank, she couldn't seem to dull the edge of her anger.
The Moon Devil in Rio had been her dream of luxury, and Guy had ripped her away from its warm elegance at two o'clock in the morning to fly to Bogota! That had brought on the first fight of their married life. The second fight had taken place when they arrived in Bogota and registered at the Hilton. Guy had taken her to the room, then asked her to be patient while he went right out to search for that damned Lockwood man! All the resentment that had built up in Sandy's mind erupted in a fury that surprised her. But she had finally relented and Guy had gone in search of his man.
In a fit of spite, she ordered the champagne breakfast sent to her room. When the champagne seemed to relax her taut nerves, Sandy showered and dressed and went down to the cocktail lounge to see if she couldn't drink herself into oblivion.
She was feeling very sorry for herself and pictured herself the victim of a disastrous marriage. Over and over she asked herself how a man could jerk his bride around a continent and leave her alone in one strange hotel after another on their honeymoon. Unaccustomed to drinking, Sandy couldn't understand why she felt so light-headed or why she found it so difficult to concentrate. When she looked at her watch, the figures on the dial blurred for a moment. She giggled, then quickly looked around the room to see if anybody had noticed.
It was at that moment that Sandy first saw the tall, broad-shouldered man sitting several tables away. She blushed lightly when he raised his glass to her in a mock toast. Another glance around the room told her that they were alone in the cocktail lounge. She felt her pulse quicken when she saw the man stand and walk toward her.
"Hi! American?" the tall man said. "Yes," Sandy replied softly.
"So am I, and I'm lonely as hell down here. Are you lonely?"
Sandy started to say no and then stopped herself. If she wasn't lonely, what the hell was she? Of course she was lonely! And he seemed like an open, friendly personality.
"Yes, I think you could say I'm lonely," she replied.
"Fine. Mind if I sit down?" the man asked without waiting for a reply as he pulled out a chair and sat down beside her. "My name is Carl Burgener. I'm a mining engineer down here on a nine-week contract. What's your name?"
"Sandy...."
The man saw her hesitate with her last name and quickly offered to buy her a drink. He knew that she didn't need it because it was obvious that she was on her way to being bombed as it was. But Carl Burgener needed another drink! He had been drunk for five consecutive days, and when he showed up at the mine that morning he had been fired on the spot. After his divorce four years before, Carl began drinking. In the past two years he had lost three jobs and twice as many girlfriends. When he saw the lovely blonde sitting alone in the bar getting stoned, Carl began to wonder if perhaps his luck had changed. She had a luscious body and a very attractive face. For a brief moment, Carl wondered what it was that could drive a pretty young girl like Sandy to drink herself into oblivion before noon. His interest in her problems died quickly as he concentrated on seducing her.
Sandy openly appraised the stranger sitting at her table. She liked the sound of his voice as they chatted aimlessly. It was deep and resonant and almost hypnotic. His physique intrigued her. His shoulders were very broad and his chest was full. Yet his waist was narrow and slender. She wondered if he was one of the men who lifted weights to keep themselves trim and in shape.
She decided that he was handsome in a rugged, outdoor way. His chin was square and sharp. She didn't particularly like his full, Zapata style mustache, but she admitted to herself that it added to his overall appearance. Most important, he displayed an interest in her and he was fun to talk to. There was an unmistakable hint of lust in his eyes that both frightened and excited her. Several times she wondered what Guy would say if he walked in and found her having a drink with a handsome stranger, and she reached the conclusion she didn't give a damn what Guy Morrison thought.
The lounge began to fill up with businessmen bent on a long cocktail hour before an equally long lunch hour.
"This place will be jammed in a few minutes," Carl said casually. "And if there is anything I hate it's a bunch of Latins jabbering away in a language I can't understand. How about joining me for lunch in my suite? We'll have another drink or two and enjoy a quiet meal without all this noise."
"Gee," Sandy replied, "I don't know if I should."
"Who says you shouldn't?" Carl teased.
"Who indeed!" Sandy retorted. "Why not? I'd be delighted to have lunch with you, Carl. But can I ask you to take my arm and keep me steady as we leave? I think I've had one drink too many," she giggled tipsily.
Carl quickly signed the check, laughing to himself that the mining company would be stuck with this and the room when he caught the five-o'clock flight to Los Angeles that afternoon.
Sandy took his hand and let him lift her to her feet. Her head was swimming and she was suddenly dizzy. Gratefully, she linked her arm in his as they made their way slowly through the crowded tables. She avoided falling twice by leaning against him for support and Sandy knew that she would never have made it by herself.
She was surprised that she didn't feel guilty about having lunch with a strange man like this, but she was so mad at Guy that she really didn't care what he thought. Besides, Carl was helping to keep her from being lonely! She also realized that the alcohol had her in a terribly confused state. She didn't even realize that they were standing in front of the elevator until the doors glided apart and Carl led her inside. The next thing she knew, Sandy was standing inside his suite. She heard him turn the bolt on the door and she turned around.
"So we won't be annoyed by the maids," he said with a smile. "You know, you're a very pretty girl, Sandy."
"Thank you," Sandy replied with a smile. Then, before she knew what was happening, she felt his arms lock around her and his lips press against her mouth. The muscles in her body went taut and she tried to push him away. She opened her mouth to say something and his tongue darted between her teeth to probe her inner cheeks.
Sandy's conscience became alert. She knew this was wrong and she didn't want it to happen. His hard, muscular body was pressed tightly against her and she felt strange sensations begin racing through her system.
"No. No, we mustn't!" she gasped when their lips parted for a moment. "Please, Carl, no!"
Carl had no idea what game she was playing. In his experience, all women played games. Each one had her own peculiar set of rules. Some thought that they had to say "no" a certain number of times before they spread their legs. Others wanted to be begged and pretended that they were doing the man a favor. Still other liked to play the role of the virgin, even after they had been laid by every man in sight-including the paper boy and the mailman.
Carl was sick of these games and he had no intention of playing one with this easy pickup. He could feel the familiar itch in his balls as he held her luscious body pressed tightly against him. Her tits were crushed against his chest and he had to admit she had quite a set. To hell with her games! He was going to fuck her like she had never been fucked before-whether she liked it or not!
Holding her in his powerful arms, he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the king-size bed in the bedroom. She struggled weakly against him as he gently lowered her to the bed. Then suddenly her body went limp in his arms. Carl smiled. He realized that the alcohol that she had consumed had finally caught up with her and she had passed out. All the better, he said to himself. He knew that she would regain consciousness soon and he set to work stripping the clothes from her inert body. Propping her into a sitting position on the bed, he quickly removed her wool jacket, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her creamy white shoulders, and fumbled with the catch on her bra until it snapped open.
Beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead as he labored with her lifeless body. Without stopping to admire her growing nudity, Carl lowered her back on the mattress and quickly pulled her skirt, panties and hose off. When at last the pretty young girl was completely naked, Carl stood beside the bed and gazed admiringly down at her sensuous body.
She was one of the most gorgeous creatures that he had ever seen! Her golden blond hair fanned out beneath her head like a silken halo. The peaches-and-cream complexion of her resilient skin was highlighted on her face with the glistening coat of pale pink lipstick on her full, sensual lips.
A tiny ache began in Carl's groin as his eyes swept slowly down to her full chest. Her breasts were like large, ripe melons, full, taut and erect on her chest like two symmetrically perfect mounds capped with dark ripe cherries for nipples.
Carl slipped out of his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt as his eyes continued their lust-filled journey of Sandy's naked body. His tongue swiped across his lips when he stared at the puff of golden silk that was her pubic mound. This was the first blond pussy that Carl had ever seen and it made his balls twitch with uncontrollable desire. Her silky pubic hair covered but didn't conceal the full cuntal lips.
His penis was rigid and straining as he jerked his slacks and shorts down and left them in a heap on the floor as he stepped out of them to stand stark-naked by the side of the bed.
His hand automatically went to the rigid shaft of his straining organ and he began stroking the length slowly, lewdly, as his hungry eyes feasted on her helpless nudity. Sandy reminded Carl of the first girl that he had dated after his divorce, a girl who had laughed at him, belittled him and refused him because he wasn't "man enough" for her. His hatred of that haughty bitch swept through his desire-heated body as he gazed down at the lewdly naked young girl on the bed.
Carl moved forward, leaning down above Sandy's innocent face. He stroked his surging organ until a heavy drop of white liquid appeared at the tip. Then, guiding his cock with his hand, he brought his hotly throbbing shaft to her face. The touch of her full lips against the taut skin on his penis made his heavy-laden balls twitch. He placed his lust-swollen cock in the trough formed by her luscious lips and moved slowly back and forth in a gentle sawing motion. He could feel the warm breath escaping from her nose caress the lust-engulfed length of his organ and it made his entire system tingle!
Again holding his penis in his hand, Carl began rubbing the blood-bloated purplish head all over her face. He rested it in each of her eyes, ran it over her soft pink cheeks, and placed it beneath her dainty nose, leaving glistening tracks as his lubricating juices oozed from the small eye at the tip of his organ. The muscles in his thighs quivered as he realized that for the first time in his life he had a beautiful girl entirely in his control. He could do anything to her that he wanted! He would make this proud bitch beg him for it before he was through!
Carl felt Sandy's breathing increase and he knew that she would be regaining consciousness soon. He wanted her to wake up so hot and filled with lust that she wouldn't be able to stand it! Straightening up, he moved to the foot of the bed and gently began spreading her soft, tender legs with his hands.
His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes witnessed the blooming of the flower of her vagina when her thighs parted and her crotch opened. Crawling up on the mattress on his knees between her soft thighs, Carl leaned down to sniff her sex as a man tests brandy. The clean, fresh aroma of her pussy entered his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, allowing the intoxicating odor to permeate his raging system, dropping his head lower and lower until the tip of his nose touched the silken fleece of her pubic mound.
Bringing his fingers to the fringes of her cunt, he spread the hair-covered lips of her sex wide open, much like the blooming petals of a rose. The aroma of her vagina became stronger, making his cock strain all the more against its taut skin. Slowly, lewdly, his tongue slipped between his lips and snaked down into the moist crevice of her slit. Carl flattened his tongue and brought the pointed tip to the bud of her anus. Then he lapped the entire length of her slit like a cow attacking a bar of salt.
The salty flavor of the young girl's moist sex seemed to explode in his mouth, caressing his every taste bud to send a savage animal lust racing through his body. He lapped her twice like this, until he felt her body begin to respond, then he concentrated on her clitoris by gently flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his warm tongue. He smiled when he felt her clitoris quiver and tremble beneath his experienced attack. Carl knew that the young girl was becoming aroused and regaining consciousness at the same time and he began a steady massaging movement of his hot tongue against her sensitive bud.
Sandy gradually became aware of a pleasant, tingling sensation in her body. The veils of mist were beginning to clear in her mind as she struggled to find her way out of the thick black fog that surrounded her, but she kept her eyes tightly closed. She was afraid that she would lose the exciting, warm thing that was happening to her if she opened her eyes.
She tried to orient her mind, but she couldn't concentrate with the electric warmth that was flowing through her motionless body. She felt as if she were connected to a pleasure machine that increased the marvelous little shocks that it sent through her with each passing minute.
Her wedding suddenly flickered in her semiconscious mind and Sandy felt her body relax. She imagined that this was her wedding night with Guy and that he was making love to her, bringing her the physical joys that she had been so worried about. Holding her eyes tightly shut, she allowed herself to flow freely on the river of pleasure that was rushing through her.
Never in her young life had she felt such a pleasant, demanding fire between her legs. It seemed to burn slowly outward, licking each nerve ending in her young body with its teasing flames and igniting her passions with a vibrant intensity that made her heart pound in her ears. A pleasant flush swept across her skin as her body became more alive and her temperature rose. Sandy felt her nipples become hot coals and then pop erect.
"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned as her body seemed to become super-sensitive to the raging fire between her widely splayed legs.
The moan of pleasure escaping from her young throat caused Carl to increase his oral caresses on her now-distended clitoris. He knew that she was on the verge of regaining consciousness and he wanted her to be so hot when she came to, that she would be his willing, enthusiastic sexual slave. Carl could feel the muscles in her smooth young thighs begin to ripple with delightful spasms as her passion began flowing through her body in relentlessly lapping waves.
Her skin was taut, yet soft to his touch. As he continued licking the pearl of her clitoris, Carl rested his nose on her soft pubic mound and gazed up her voluptuous body. Her belly was flat and reminded him of a gently rolling desert leading to the majestic mounds of her tits. They stood straight up like two sculptured peaks, filling his vision with a delightfully lush growth of flesh on her chest. He could see her dark red nipples tremble with rivers of passion sweeping through her innocent young system. She's not only gorgeous, he said to himself as his tongue flicked mercilessly against her sensitive bud, but she's also a hot little bitch!
Sandy's body was on fire! Every inch of her flesh was alive and tuned in to what was happening to her. Wave after wave of fantastic excitement coursed through her body. Her heart seemed to be racing and the tempo of her breathing seemed to be steadily increasing. She could feel her nipples burning like beacons at the crest of her breasts.
The alcohol in her veins still held her in a suspended state removed from reality. It seemed to serve to intensify and magnify everything that was happening to her, and it made it almost impossible for her to think clearly. She was certain that Guy was doing something incredibly exciting to her, but she had no idea what. What was it that could make her feel that good? What could give her such intense pleasure? It had never been like this before!
Slowly, Sandy opened her eyes. At first her vision was blurred and all she could see was a dark form hovering between her lewdly widespread legs. She blinked twice until her vision cleared.
"Oh! Oh!" she cried when she realized that the man kneeling between her legs wasn't Guy. "Stop it! Who are you?" she cried in anguish. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Carl Burgener, Sandy," the attacker said as he continued licking her steaming, writhing crotch. "And right now I'm eating your delicious cunt. Like it?"
"Oh, please! Stop! Please, stop it! This is wrong! Please! Ooooooohhhhh!" What was the matter with her? Why did her body respond like this? Her eyes snapped shut to escape the vision of the filthy beast kneeling between her legs with his mouth glued to her most private organs. But even with her eyes closed she could see his huge, thick, black Zapata mustache resting on top of her light blond pubic hair. Why was he doing this filthy thing to her?
"Relax and enjoy it," Carl said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "This is why you let me pick you up in the bar. You wanted somebody to help you get your rocks off, Sandy, and that's exactly what I'm doing. Ummm, you have a delicious cunt!" He burrowed his nose into her pubic fleece and began lapping her erect clitoris with long, deliberate strokes that made it tremble like a leaf in a heavy wind.
"Please stop!" she cried, half-heartedly placing her hands on his head to push him away from her warmly pulsating crotch. His words rang in her ears. She had to strain for every thought that managed to penetrate the thick alcoholic haze that surrounded her brain like a heavy fog. She remembered bits of her fight with Guy, and she remembered going down to the bar to try to relax her nerves and her frustration with a few drinks. She even remembered the tall, ruggedly handsome man who had joined her at her table.
Was it true that she had picked him up like a common barfly? She strained to remember. Had she actually gone looking for a man to satisfy her sexually? Sandy remembered the disappointment and frustration of her first sex with Guy.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned in passion as her hips began to writhe on the mattress beneath his exciting manipulation of her clitoral bud. Guy had never made her feel like this. Nor had the professor! Had she picked up this man to prove herself sexually? She couldn't have! It was so wrong, so against everything that she had been taught and believed!
Yet it was happening. Sandy had never experienced anything like this before! She had never been this excited this aroused and abandoned. The thought of what he was doing to her, placing his mouth down there, repelled her, and yet her body was betraying her mind. Her body loved what he was doing! She hated her body for its animal weakness!
"Ooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhh!" Her moans became low rumbles erupting from her chest to explode one after another from her lips. Beads of perspiration broke out on her brow and her mouth dropped open as her breathing quickened.
Carl recognzied the signs. She was rapidly approaching orgasm, but he was determined to make her earn that pleasure.
"If you really want me to stop...," he said slowly, lifting his mouth free of her crotch.
"No! Please don't ... I mean Sandy stammered. The minute his tongue left her quivering clitoris, Sandy wanted to scream. Her body was a molten mass of passion demanding release. She had never been this excited or this close before!
"Are you saying you like me licking your cunt?" Carl asked with a lewd smile.
"Yes," she said in what was almost a whisper.
"You want me to keep licking it?"
"Then say it!" Carl commanded.
"Yes," she said loudly. "Yes, yes, yes!" It was all the innocent young girl could do to keep the tears of humiliation from gushing from her eyes.
"Yes what?" Carl demanded.
"YES, EAT MY CUNT!" she screamed. "FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T STOP NOW!" Sandy could hardly believe that the words had come from her mouth. She had never used that word before in her life, but in her alcoholic state she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the marvelous way that it made her feel. "Lick it, you beast! Make me feel good again."
"Like this?" Carl said, dropping his mouth to her moist slit and darting his tongue between the lips of her vagina to lap at her erect clitoris.
"Aaaahhhh! Oh, yes! Oh, God, yes! Ooooohhh!"
Sandy's moans became a chant as she closed her eyes and allowed her body to flow with the exciting waves of passion that were sweeping through her. She felt the flush cross her flesh again. Her nipples came alive and quivered as her chest heaved. On the tip of his hot tongue she was transported to another land, another existence. She was an animal and her physical lust was the only important thing in her life now. Instinct made her grind her hips against the mattress as she moved rapidly toward fulfillment.
"Not yet, little Sandy," Carl said as he felt the spasms in her thighs increase.
"Oh, please," she pleaded, "don't stop!"
"Don't worry, Sandy," Carl said with a light laugh as he pulled himself from between her trembling thighs, "you'll get your rocks off. But it isn't a one-way street, you know. Now it's your turn to get me good and hot. Let's see how you suck a cock."
Sandy's eyes snapped open when she heard the expression. Carl was kneeling beside her face, his long, thick, rigid penis sticking straight out from his crotch. His hairy testicles were hanging down in her face, the coarse pubic hairs brushing against her cheek. The odor of his sex hit her hard, making her nostrils expand and causing her eyes to shut out the horrible vision, but she couldn't! The long shaft seemed to hypnotize her.
She could see the ropelike veins running along his penis. They seemed to bulge as blood pumped through his organ. The head of his penis was swollen and purple. The beginning of a tear was starting to ooze from the tiny slit at the tip. In her limited experience, Sandy had never seen a man's penis so close. She had never been so intensely aware of its odor, either. Although the odor was strong and made her want to gag, it was also strangely exciting.
"What ... what do you want me to do?" she asked softly.
"Why don't you lick my balls for starters?" Carl said, shifting and lowering his body so that his heavy testicles were resting on her lips. The sight of her lovely golden hair and beautiful face beneath his balls made his blood pound against his temples.
Sandy was repulsed by the suggestion. He was asking her to do the things that whores did! Nice girls didn't do those things! Yet the exciting memory of having his mouth on her sex was still etched in her mind. Maybe normal people did do those things. Rationalizing that she was intoxicated and not really in control of herself, anyway, Sandy parted her lips and slowly let her tongue slide between them to touch the wrinkled skin of his sac.
She was surprised to find that the salty taste of his perspiration excited her. Her eyes were glued to his surging shaft poised above her face as she began to lave at the skin surrounding his testicles. She could see the erection throb as his excitement grew, and this served to arouse her.
"Now suck my cock," Carl said, shifting position again so that the swollen head of his penis was poised at the innocent young girl's sensuous lips.
"What?" she said.
"Kiss it, then take it in your mouth. Grab hold of it with your hand and suck on it!"
It took every ounce of Sandy's will to obey him. She had read about whores doing that and she always considered it the most depraved act of all. She had to remind herself that she was a failure sexually, that maybe her ideas were all wrong, and that this was the moment that she could prove it to herself for once and all.
She reached up and placed her hand on his organ. Immediately, she felt the urgent pulsing of his blood, the warmth of his skin, the excitement of his sex. Holding it firmly in her hand, Sandy forced her lips apart and guided the huge swollen head between them. She felt the huge drop ooze from the slit and slide into her mouth. It had a strong, pungent flavor that assaulted her young taste buds instantly. She thought that it would make her gag, but instead it seemed to ignite strange exciting fires in her body.
Sandy spread her jaws to allow his thick heated length to glide into her mouth. It was so huge! Her jaw muscles strained, yet it kept inching its way inside her warm, wet oral cavity.
Carl's balls ached with desire as he looked down to see his rigid prick spearing the lovely young blonde's face. Her pale pink lips were lasciviously stretched around his hotly palpitating shaft and he could feel her probing tongue swabbing around the throbbing head. He reached down and grasped her face in his hands, then jerked his hips lewdly to begin fucking her mouth. He saw her eyes bulge open as he shoved the length of his shaft down her throat. How he would love to dump his love cream into her sweet young mouth! But he would save that for when he speared her cunt!
Sandy could hardly breathe! Her jaws ached and her cheeks felt bruised as his heavy, hard penis battered into her mouth mercilessly. She knew that she should hate him for what he was doing to her, for using her body like that, yet she couldn't help being terribly excited by it. She could feel his heavy balls rub against her tender chin each time that he rammed his penis to the depths of her young throat. The blood pounding through the bloated veins along his penis seemed to match the beat of her own heart.
"Wow!" Carl exclaimed, quickly pulling his prick out of her mouth as his balls threatened to erupt. "You really know how to suck a cock!"
His words thrilled Sandy. The very thought that a man said that she was good at sex seemed to fill a deep need in her. And even though she had always considered the four letter words filthy, Sandy admitted to herself that no other expression would have been as appropriate at that moment.
"Are you going to eat my cunt again?" she asked, blushing at the bold words coming from her lips.
"Yeah," Carl said, slipping between her widespread legs once again. "And then I'm going to fuck you until you scream!"
Carl spread the thin lips of her now-wet pussy and slithered his tongue deep into her cuntal slit. He brought the point to her hole, rammed it inside for a moment, then began long laps of her entire vaginal opening. She began moaning almost immediately and Carl concentrated on her quivering clitoris.
"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, my god!" she gasped when she felt him scrape his teeth against the sensitive ivory bud between her luscious legs. Her hands grasped his hair when she felt him start nibbling at her warmly tingling clit and her hips began bouncing up and down in a frenzied motion.
Carl quickly brought her to a peak of passion, attacking her sex like a hungry tiger. He couldn't get over what a hot little box she had. She was as hot as a bitch in heat! And if he wasn't careful, she would get her rocks off right away.
"Ready to be fucked?" he leered, pulling his dripping mouth free of her grinding sex.
"Oh, yes!"
"Say it!"
"Fuck me," she said clearly, staring down at his lust-incited penis aimed directly at the center of her lascivious cuntal slit. "Now! Please!"
Carl laughed to himself as he guided his surging prick to her womanhood. He loved to hear a proud little bitch beg for it! He mashed the desire-bloated head of his penis against her clit and watched her squirm beneath him. Then he slowly brought it down her slit until it was lodged in the opening to her vagina. Gathering his strength, he suddenly lunged into her with everything he had.
"Aaiiiiieeeee!" she screamed as the raging passion in her body gave way to the pain of her vagina expanding its normal size to take his penetration. She could feel each one of his veins coursing his cock carving a canal in the sensitive walls of her cuntal depths. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth against the pain as she felt him crashing down inside her.
Sandy let a long sigh escape from her throat as she resigned herself. This was the same pattern that she had experienced with the professor who had been her first lover and with Guy. The pain that slowly gave way to excitement, and the excitement that led to that horrible void!
Carl immediately sensed what was taking place. He shoved his prick to the hilt inside her and then held it perfectly still.
"It takes a moment," he said with heaving breath. "Your cunt will expand and then we'll fuck until we both blow our loads together. There, isn't that better now?"
"Yes," she said softly. The pain had subsided and she could feel the walls of her vagina beginning to respond to the excitement of being stuffed with his billowing organ.
"Good, now let's fuck," Carl laughed. "But I want you to do me a favor, Sandy. When you get close, you let me know because I'm not going to come until you do. Okay?"
Sandy nodded her head, wanting to close her eyes to blot the whole thing from her mind. She felt him begin to move inside her, but she was certain that she knew how it would end. Her body responded, but she lacked enthusiasm. She was so afraid that she would be sent into that endless void again!
Carl deliberately ground his pelvis against her clitoris and sighed with relief when he felt her respond and begin to move. He looked down at his long prick spearing the pretty young blonde's body and started fucking her with long, hard, deep thrusts. It required a great deal of will, but he was determined to make her lose her mind in the greatest orgasm that she had ever experienced.
He saw her luscious young body begin to spasm as he fucked her slowly and deliberately. Her gorgeous tits began to bob on her chest, the nipples quivering and trembling as the movement of her lungs increased. Her beautiful silky blond hair fanned out beneath her head like a lustrous halo surrounding her pretty young face. Her lips paired and her mouth dropped open as low moans be gan to rumble forth from her throat.
Carl pulled his cock back until just the swollen head was lodged inside her warmly wet cunt. He held it there for a moment, then lunged forward with a hard thrust that sent his organ to the hilt in the tunnel of her belly.
"Oh!" Sandy gasped as a wave of pleasure crashed into her body. Her hips automatically ground into the mattress, riding his lunging organ for all she could. In spite of her conscious effort to control herself, Sandy felt her passion quickly mounting. She could feel his balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass with each deep thrust and they felt like hammers driving nails of joy into her flesh. His penis so completely filled her that it threatened to tear her cunt mercilessly apart! She could feel every inch of him as he abandonedly lunged in and out of her. Her entire life seemed to hang on the rigid organ moving relentlessly in and out of her body!
Sandy could hear her heart pounding in her temples like a crashing bass drum. A continuous low moan rumbled in her throat and every nerve ending in her body was ablaze.
She threw her legs up in the air, raising her buttocks to take him deeper and deeper inside her belly. Then she encircled his waist and locked her ankles to ride his lunging, bucking body. Her fingernails dug into the bedspread and her head began to flail back and forth as the most intense passion that she had ever experienced gripped her body.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" she moaned, reaching the first peak.
"Ready?" Carl grunted, digging his toes into the mattress and thrusting his prick deeper inside her writhing body.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!"
"Say it!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" she screamed, digging her nails into his back and kicking his raging buttocks with her heels as if she was spurring a horse on. "FUCK ME!"
Carl reached out and grasped her heavy, firm tits in his hands as he rammed his hard cock to her as fast and deep as he could.
"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" Sandy's scream bounced off the walls of the hotel room. Because it was her first real orgasm, she was unprepared for what happened to her body. It began like a small firecracker exploding in her thighs, then shot through her body like a mighty earthquake. She felt his organ swell and then begin expanding and contracting as it shot rivers of viscous juice into her body. The hot jets seared the walls of her vagina and triggered what seemed like a hundred small explosions in the innocent young girl's body. She clung to him tightly as spasms rippled through every muscle in her being. For a moment, the joy was so intense that she thought she was going to black out, but she relaxed and allowed her body to tremble and quiver through each wave of pleasure that swept through her.
"Good?" Carl asked as he slowly withdrew his swollen organ from her trembling body.
"Oh, God, yes!" Sandy whispered. "Can we ... would you ... Would you fuck me again?" she asked in a small, embarrassed voice.
"You suck me hard again, and I'll give you a second run, baby," Carl said with a laugh, "but we need a rest break first. Hungry?"
"For your cock," Sandy said, unable to believe that the words had come from her mouth. My God, what has he done to me? she asked herself.
CHAPTER FIVE
The shot rang with a loud report in the large hangar and Guy instinctively ducked. He heard the ping of the bullet as it hit the corrugated metal wall above his head. Jose Garcia, the guide that Guy had hired at the Hilton, scooted out from behind some empty oil drums and darted through the open hangar door.
The muscles in Guy's stomach were tied in knots and his hands were trembling. He readily admitted to himself that he was scared to death. A glance above his head left no doubt in his mind that the shot had been intended for him. This was the first time in Guy's life that he had been shot at. As far as he knew, it was the first time anyone had ever wished him serious harm.
Guy heard a movement behind the plane that he had determined belonged to Jack Lockwood and he decided that this certainly was no time to sit around and wait for things to happen. He picked up a small cardboard box that until recently had contained spare parts and threw it against the wall of the hangar about ten yards behind him. Guy was already running for the door when the second shot rang out. He turned the corner and headed for the small administration building to his left, running as fast as his legs would carry him.
The black Chevrolet was missing from the parking area in front of the administration building. Guy wasn't surprised. If he had been in the guide's shoes, Guy would have done the same thing. Three Colombian businessmen were alighting from one of the colorful Bogota taxis and Guy quickly headed for the cab. He kept looking over his shoulder as the Latins argued about the fare to the airport, then hopped in the front seat beside the driver when the customary manner of negotiating with the Latin taxi had been transacted. He was relieved to see that no one had followed him from the hangar.
"Donde senor?" the driver asked, putting the car into gear.
Guy's Spanish had improved by a few words, of which the word for "where" was one. It was a good question. Where in the hell did he want to go? As far away from that hangar as he could, of that much Guy Morrison was certain!
"Do you speak English?" Guy asked hopefully as he reached into his coat pocket and withdrew the slip of paper that he had made notes on.
"Poquito," the guide replied with a laugh, holding up his fingers to indicate a tiny bit.
"Okay," Guy sighed. "I don't speak Spanish, so we'll try to communicate ideas. Bogota, okay?"
"Si senor."
"I want to find a girl named Barbara Salton," Guy continued. "I don't suppose you've heard of her?"
The driver looked at Guy with a blank expression which confirmed Guy's belief. "How about Engineer Robert Salton? Roberto Salton?"
"Ingeniero Salton? Norteamericano? Oil?" the driver managed in heavily accented English.
"Now we're getting somewhere!" Guy said with a particle of hope. "That's right, oil! North American. You know him?"
The driver replied in a string of rapid Spanish that lost Guy within seconds. Slowly and patiently, as they wound their way down the mountain from the airport to Bogota, Guy leaned heavily on sign language and finally came to the conclusion that a relative of the driver-his brother, Guy thought-worked as a gardener at the Salton estate. He also gathered that the driver wanted to know if Guy wanted to see where the Saltons lived.
"Yes, I suppose so. I want to find Barbara Salton," Guy said, not believing for a minute that she would be home.
"Barbara? Oh, la senora?" the driver asked.
"No, the senorita!" Guy responded, wishing that he knew the Spanish word for daughter.
"Si, si, la senorita!" the driver replied enthusiastically now that they had finally managed to break the communications barrier. "We go!" he added in his thickly accented English. He knew that yankis never argued about the fare and that they were good tippers. The driver was certain that if he helped this yanki find Senorita Salton he would receive a generous tip.
The scenery from the airport to the city of Bogota was uninspiring, barren hills and gray rocks leading into the bowl-shaped valley that housed Colombia's capital and largest city. Guy settled back and began reviewing his morning. After a fruitless inquiry at the American Consulate, Guy had Jose, his guide, drive him to the airport. According to Jose, no one in the administration office knew anything about Jack Lockwood. In Caracas, Guy had noted the registration number of Lockwood's plane. After leaving the administration building, he and Jose had made a tour of the three large hangars at the municipal end of the Bogota International Airport. It was in the third hangar that Guy spotted the plane. The registration number corresponded to the one in his pocket and Guy breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Lockwood was in Bogota.
It was just after they had moved away from the plane that the shot rang out. Obviously, someone thought that they had come too close to the mysterious Jack Lockwood. Guy blamed himself for that. He knew that he should have used a more indirect approach, but the inspection of the hangars seemed like the natural thing to do after they had drawn a blank in the administration office. Guy was also certain that this incident would make it even more difficult to get in contact with the man he sought.
He felt relatively sure that Lockwood was in Bogota, and he was equally sure that the incident in the hangar had already been reported to Lockwood. That meant that the Salton girl, if he could find her, was his best contact.
"Alia, en los arboles," the driver exclaimed proudly, pointing to a large estate nestled in a grove of green trees.
Guy was impressed. Whatever else, Barbara Salton came from money. They had skirted downtown Bogota on a bumpy, narrow road that led out to the western part of the small valley. This was a semi-rural area made up of large estates. The Salton house was a two-story, Spanish Colonial structure set in the middle of what appeared to be lush pastures. The house and grounds spelled money in any language.
As they pulled into the hedge-lined driveway, the driver quickly applied the brakes to avoid hitting an attractive woman who was in the process of dismounting what appeared to be a thorough bred Arabian horse.
Guy appraised the woman as she exchanged remarks in Spanish with his driver. With her blonde hair and pale complexion, she didn't appear to be Latin. Yet she spoke Spanish fluently. Guy guessed her to be in her thirties, probably in her late-thirties. She wore an English riding outfit and the diamonds on her fingers emphasized that she was a member of the privileged class. Guy quickly opened the car door and stepped out as the woman walked around to his side of the taxi.
"Your driver tells me you are looking for my daughter," the woman said in what was unmistakably a New England accent.
"If your daughter is Barbara Salton," Guy said with a pleasant smile, "it's true."
"Well, Mr....?"
"Morrison. Guy Morrison," Guy said quickly.
"Well, Mr. Morrison," Mrs. Salton continued, "I find it difficult to believe you are looking for my Barbara. What is the nature of your business?"
"A mutual friend in the States asked me to look her up while I was here," Guy responded, feeling a little uncomfortable with this very direct woman.
"I'm afarid that makes it even more difficult to believe, Mr. Morrison," Mrs. Salton replied with a hint of a smile. "If you had said you wanted to check on a shipment of narcotics, for example, I would more readily believe you. You see, Mr. Mor rison, my daughter is a tramp. There is no need to disguise this from you. Bogota is a small city and I'm sure you will hear all about Barbara from a dozen different sources. We no longer attempt to conceal the fact. She is a tramp and it is as much our fault as it is hers. She's been stuck in this Godforsaken hole in the mountains all of her life. Her father likes being an important frog in a foreign pond and won't think of leaving. We stopped communicating several years ago, and that was when Barbara dropped out-as the younger generation calls it."
"I...." Guy began.
"Never mind thinking about what you're supposed to say, Mr. Morrison. I have placed you in an awkward position and I apologize," Mrs. Salton said with a warm smile. "It was just when I saw such a handsome, well-dressed, obviously successful young man like you asking for Barbara that my bitterness came to the surface. Unfortunately, Barbara doesn't know any young men like you. And I'm afraid men like you aren't interested in Barbara. I suppose for a moment I thought you had come to lift me out of my misery. But that only happens in fairy tales and cheap novels, doesn't it?"
The opening wasn't lost on Guy. He knew that all he had to do was say the word and this lonely, very attractive, woman would jump into bed with him. But sex, even with such a willing and beautiful woman, was the last thing on Guy's mind.
And he knew that it was Barbara and not her mother that would lead him to Jack Lockwood.
"Nevertheless, Mrs. Salton," Guy said with a disarming smile, "I would very much like to see your daughter. Is she home?"
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Morrison. Oh, she refers to this as home, but we seldom see her. She keeps most of her clothes here, and she comes home when she needs money or a change of clothing. I have no idea where she stays in Bogota, and, to be perfectly honest, I don't want to know. I understand that she spends a good deal of time in a place called Mina de Oro. It's a combination bar and restaurant across the plaza from the cathedral. If she is not there, I'm sure they can better tell you where to find her than I could. Oh, she drives a bright purple Volkswagen-the only purple bug in Bogota. That might help you find her. I wouldn't mention that you've seen me. I imagine I'm what is known as a member of the enemy forces. Good day, young man."
"Thank you, Mrs. Salton," Guy said, extending his hand. "Would you mind telling the driver where that bar is? I don't speak a word of Spanish and our communication is next to impossible."
"Certainly," she responded with a quick, warm grasp of his hand and a light smile that said her invitation was still open. As Guy climbed into the car, she walked over to the driver's side and spoke to him in rapid Spanish. "Good luck, Mr. Morrison. Perhaps someday you'd like to tell me what this is all really about. Come by. I'm here alone every day until about eight in the evening."
"Again, thanks," Guy said, carefully avoiding committing himself. He waved good-bye as the taxi backed out of the driveway and turned to head back into the city. Guy recognized the depth of Mrs. Salton's despair in the fact that she would tell a perfect stranger what she had told him. He felt like an intruder and realized that he was about to become involved in something that he had no stomach for. But Barbara Salton was his one lead to Jack Lockwood, and he had to follow that lead.
The driver seemed to aim the car rather than drive as they entered the busy Bogota streets. Guy spent some time thinking about how he would approach Barbara Salton, then decided that it would be safer to play it by ear when he actually found her.
Guy spotted the purple Volkswagen the minute that they entered the main plaza. It was parked in what was obviously a NO PARKING zone. His heart quickened when he realized that he was finally getting close to Jack Lockwood. The driver pulled to the curb in front of an old colonial building with a small wood sign announcing the "Mina de Oro-Cantina y Restaurante."
"You wait for me," Guy said, motioning to the driver to park on the other side of the street.
"Money, senor," the driver warned in his broken English.
"I know," Guy said quickly, "and there will be a good tip for you. Just wait for me. Okay?"
"Okay, wait. Tip, good, no?"
"Si, a good tip," Guy reassured him as he closed the car door and walked to the open door of the bar.
It was dark inside and Guy had to wait a moment for his eyes to adjust. There was a man dressed in a faded black suit seated on a raised area in the corner playing a guitar. The left side of the large room was taken up with tables crowded close together. A long, polished bar ran along the right wall. Three of the tables were occupied and there were five people spaced apart at the bar. Guy hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the bar.
"Senor?" the bartender asked, lazily wiping the bar in front of Guy with a dirty rag.
"Whiskey," Guy said, remembering what one of the guides had told him about how South Americans referred to scotch as "whiskey".
"Agua o soda? Hielo."
Soda was obviously the same in Spanish and English. Guy guessed that the last word was ice and was pleased to see that he had guessed right when the bartender placed a scotch highball with ice in front of him. He took a five-dollar bill from his wallet and placed it on the bar. So far he hadn't had any problems with dollars, but he intended to change to local currency the minute that he knew he was going to be in one country more than a few hours.
Guy turned around and quickly studied the people in the room. There were only two females. One was quite obviously a Latin in her forties, enjoying an animated conversation with a man over a table ladened with interesting-looking food. Guy turned his attention to the other female. She was barefoot, dressed in faded Levi pants and a tight wool sweater that emphasized her pointed breasts. She had long, streaked blonde hair. It was hard to determine her age, but Guy placed her in her late teens or early twenties. She was seated at a table with a thin young Latin male. She was pretty in an earthy, wild, untamed and irreverent way.
He decided that the girl could very well be the Barbara Salton that he was looking for. She and the Latin were arguing about something. Guy studied her carefully for a few moments, then was about to walk over to her table when she gave him a warning glance that caused him to turn around quickly. He heard the tempo of the argument increase, and then the Latin stood up suddenly, said something that sounded nasty, and walked out.
"Unless I miss my guess, Raul was describing how he took a couple of shots at you this morning."
The girl's voice surprised Guy. He hadn't seen her walk up to stand at his side once the Latin had left.
"I thought if you kept staring at me like that he would recognize you, but Raul is so busy bragging and so hot to get in my pants that he seldom knows what the hell's going on around him. Aren't you going to buy me a drink while you tell me what you were doing checking the number on Jack's plane?"
"Delighted," Guy laughed, thinking that Barbara Salton had certainly inherited her mother's quality of speaking directly. "What will you have, Barbara?"
She looked at him quickly when he used her name, then smiled. "Whatever you're drinking. It doesn't matter to me as long as it's booze."
Guy signaled the bartender and then began pointing at his glass and indicating Barbara.
"Just say 'el mismo,' " Barbara laughed. "That means 'the same.' So you don't speak Spanish. This ought to be quite a story you're going to lay on me! What the hell are you doing here if you don't speak Spanish?"
"It started out to be what you would call an easy assignment," Guy responded with a smile, "and it's become more complex .by the day. I have an envelope to deliver to Jack Lockwood and I've been chasing him all over South America."
"Come on," she said, lifting her drink in a toast, "you can do better than that."
"Honest," Guy protested. "It sounds ridiculous, I know, but it's the truth. I heard a rumor in Rio that you knew Jack and I decided to see if I could find you to help me make contact."
"Bullshit!" she said with a laugh. "Anyway, it won't hang because Jack and I have split. So it made it to Rio that we were shacking up! Well, Prince Valiant, you're about a day late."
"That seems to be the story of my life lately," Guy said.
"Maybe you should look at it like you're right on time," Barbara said. "If you're interested in a little fling and some good rapping. I'm available at the moment. Not for a punk like Raul. But a Prince Valiant type I've never tried. Know Bogota?"
"Nope."
"Good! Let's turn it upside down and see if we can find some fun. Game?"
"What the hell," Guy said, "you were my only lead. So if you won't help me get this damned envelope to Jack, I might as well enjoy myself."
Guy was determined not to let go of Barbara Salton. He knew that even if she had split with Lockwood, she knew how and where to make contact with him.
CHAPTER SIX
Guy hung up the receiver in the pay phone with a puzzled look on his face. The Hilton operator had rung his room a dozen times, then had sent a bell boy through the lobby, restaurant and bar paging Sandy Morrison, but all to no avail. Where in the hell can she be? Guy wondered. He remembered their fight that morning and knew that she was both angry and disappointed. He could hardly blame her, but still felt that she could be a little more reasonable about this silly assignment that was paying for their honeymoon in South America.
Even if she was mad, where could she go in a strange city like Bogota? He had both of their passports in his briefcase, so Guy knew that she couldn't hop a plane and fly home. She must have gone on a tour of some kind, he reasoned as he left the phone booth to rejoin the untamed little Miss Barbara Salton.
They had been on a whirlwind tour of the city, punctuated by frequent stops at bars. The amount of alcohol that the girl consumed convinced Guy that she wasn't on drugs, as her mother had indicated. There was little doubt in Guy's mind, however, that if Barbara wasn't already an alcoholic, she was damned close to being one. Guy had switched to wine in an effort to remain sober.
Guy had made a number of indirect approaches for a contact with Lockwood, but Barbara had laughed these off. He was still convinced that she could make the contact for him, and that she was his only real lead. And in the back of his mind was the growing suspicion that he was somehow on test with Barbara. She talked a mile a minute, mostly meaningless conversation, but every now and then she shot him a sharp, probing question. Several times Guy thought that this "fling", as she called it, was a deliberate attempt to delay him in some way, but he discarded the notion because it simply didn't add up with all of the other factors.
"Ready for the Gold Museum?" she greeted him brightly as he returned and pulled out the chair at their table in the bar.
"Soon as we finish our drinks," Guy laughed. "What the hell is the Gold Museum? And why should a young, exciting girl like you want to drag a strange man through museums?'
"Why, Prince Valiant," she said with a smile, "I believe I detect a hint that you'd like to get in my pants! Not that I'm against the idea. It might be fun to ball a straight. It could also be a bum trip, if you're too straight. Are you good in the sack?"
In her terms of reference, Guy was definitely a "straight". He had never talked to a girl like this before in his life! She was so direct and aggressive, and thoroughly open about it!
"Haven't had any complaints," Guy responded awkwardly, wondering how in the hell a man was supposed to field a question like that. He reappraised Barbara. Up until this moment, Guy hadn't looked at her from the sexual point of view. His entire interest in the girl was dedicated to making contact with the man that he had been sent to find. Barbara wasn't exactly his type of girl. He liked women who were neat, dainty, and very feminine. Yet he had to admit that Barbara had a strong earthy appeal. She had a good body, a slender, narrow waist, nice tail, and big tits. An affair with her wouldn't be the worst thing that he had ever taken on, by any means. But this wasn't his purpose! He had a wife with a great body waiting for him at the hotel and he was a man on his honeymoon.
"You're cute, Prince Valiant, when you blush like that," Barbara laughed. "It must be nice to be so damned innocent!"
"Look," Guy said in an effort to regain control of the conversation, "let's drop my somewhat-dull sex life and get back to this Gold Museum you mentioned."
"Do you like money?"
"Sure, who doesn't?" Guy replied.
"Come on, I'll show you some real wealth. This is something like the Holy Grail to men like Howard Hughes. If you're an honest to God greedy capitalist, this might even give you a hard-on."
Guy paid the waiter, gulped his wine, and followed Barbara to the bright purple Volkswagen. He braced himself as she took off with a screech of rubber and crowded a large taxi out to enter traffic. Since the first time that he had climbed into the purple bug with her at the Mina de Oro, Guy prayed for deliverance with each short trip. She drove like a raving maniac, paying absolutely no heed to one-way streets, stop signs, or other traffic. Miraculously, she had somehow avoided a dozen different collisions, but he wondered how long her luck would hold out.
She pulled up and parked double in front of a huge, impressive building.
"Give the fuzz over there a buck," she said, leaving the keys in the ignition. "He'll take care of the monster for us."
Guy did as she suggested, amused by the system. He was beginning to suspect that life in South America wasn't only more relaxed but could be very pleasant for the initiate. Barbara Salton was obviously a well-known celebrity in Bogota. Everywhere they went, people greeted her and treated her with deference. Her family was wealthy, and it was obvious that Barbara's social reputation took second place to her wealth.
They passed through an iron gate, then large oak doors and down several long corridors. Uniformed men stood guard at regular intervals in the building, and Guy noted with satisfaction that each guard held a Maxwell automatic weapon in his hands. At the end of the second corridor they entered a barred door into what was obviously a giant vault. The walls of the vault were -lined with lighted glass cases.
"This is for real, Prince Valiant," Barbara said as they walked over to the nearest case. "That's gold bullion. On the current free market, it's worth over a billion dollars."
"And this place is open to the public?" Guy asked as he gazed at the shining gold bars stacked neatly in rows along the entire length of the wall.
"Sure. I told you, this is a shrine for capitalists. A good part of Colombia's reserves are stored right here in this room."
"But the security that something like this requires!"
"Look at the guards," she laughed. "There are sixteen in this room at all times."
"And they have good weapons," Guy said with a chuckle. "I work for the company who manufacturers them."
Barbara looked at him quickly, her eyes bright as she gave him a momentary probing glance.
"So you're one of the nasties in the world," she said lightly.
"That, depends whose side you're on," Guy replied with a smile.
"That's what Jack always says," she remarked as she turned to walk to the other side of the room. "Over here we have a collection of some glass baubles," she continued.
"Are those for real?"
"Right on, Prince Valiant. That green thing there isn't a hunk of coke bottle. It's one of the largest emeralds in the world. And those rubies are supposed to be super-valuable because of their deep color. The diamonds don't match up to the African baubles, I'm told, but they're worth several fortunes. Does it all give you a hard-on?"
"I'm afraid not," Guy laughed, "but I'm glad we came."
"Well, maybe there's some hope for you after all," she remarked as they turned and headed for the exit. "I sort of pictured you as the average greedy bastard whose God is gold."
"You sound like an avenging communist," Guy said as they walked down another long corridor laced with armed guards.
"Oh, no! I think the communists are even worse. You'd have a tough time labeling me, Prince Valiant. Actually, I hate labels! I like to think of myself as a free spirit devoted to the joy of living. How do you think of yourself?"
"Damned if I know," Guy laughed. "I guess I've never tried to label myself. I suppose right now I'm a man dedicated to an assignment."
"How dull! Let's head for my pad and have a drink. Seeing that shrine to wealth always leaves a bad taste in my mouth. How about you?"
* * *
Sandy Morrison saw an empty bench in the manicured little park that she was passing and decided to sit down. She couldn't remember feeling this terrible in her entire life! She had a splitting headache. Her stomach seemed to be turning sommersaults and her vagina was sore and aching.
Carl had made love to her three times, each time more violently, until they both collapsed in exhaustion. As each hour passed while she was in bed with Carl, Sandy became more sober. By the time he announced that he had to catch a flight, Sandy was both sober and terrified about what had happened to her. She was almost as uncomfortable with the guilt that she felt about what she had done to Guy and their marriage as she was with the physical aspects of a giant hangover.
Sandy felt so cheap! She was little better than a whore! She shuddered every time she thought of her adventure with the strange man. She couldn't deny the pleasure, the fantastic satisfaction that she had experienced in bed with him, and she was relieved to find that she was a normal woman in that aspect. But the way she did it, and on her honeymoon!
She wished that her hands would stop shaking. Sandy's knowledge of hangovers was limited to taking an aspirin or two, but she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to swallow even that without vomiting.
Finding that she was too nervous to sit, she began walking again. She found it difficult to get her breath and she knew that that had something to do with the altitude in Bogota. The thought that kept nagging at her mind was what she would do about Guy and their marriage. In her mind, she wasn't fit to be his wife! Could she bring herself to tell him what happened? Could she live a lie with him the rest of her life? Christ, what a mess!
Although she had taken two showers before she left the hotel to walk aimlessly about in the fresh air, Sandy suddenly felt an urgent need for another shower. She knew that she was trying to cleanse, herself, but the desire was overpowering. She turned, trying to remember the direction from which she had come. Sandy remembered entering the park on the other side and decided that she would cross through the path.
Just as she emerged from the park, Sandy saw Guy coming out of the large building that faced on the east side of the park. She couldn't face him now! She stepped back behind a tree, and it was at that moment that she noticed that Guy Morrison wasn't alone. Hanging on his arm in a very affectionate and possessive way was an attractive young girl dressed like a hippie. It was obvious that the girl wasn't Latin. Who was she? And what in the hell was Guy doing with her when he was supposed to be searching for a man? Sandy watched them walk up to the policeman and chat with him for a moment. Then they climbed into a hideous-looking purple Volkswagen. She saw Guy laughing just as the car jolted into motion and screeched away down the street.
Sandy leaned against the tree and tried to still her trembling body. Was Guy playing around on her on their honeymoon? How could he! How could he leave her alone in a hotel and go dashing off to some young hippie girl who didn't even wear shoes! Adrenalin rushed through her system as she was flooded by anger and indignation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"If you don't mind my saying so, Barbara, you're full of shit!" Guy remarked as he accepted a third glass of wine in the young Salton girl's apartment. "For the past half an hour you've been spreading it on thick about how free you are and how unimportant material objects are to you. Yet look at this pad of yours! The apartment itself may not be expensive. That I wouldn't be able to judge. But you didn't decorate it like this by selling beads! You're as big a hypocrite as some of the people you claim you despise."
"So, nobody's perfect!" she countered. "And since when do you call my hand like that if you hope to use me to get to Jack?"
In spite of himself, Guy laughed loud and long. Without doubt, Barbara Salton was one of the most refreshingly direct people that he had ever met.
"Does that surprise you?" she taunted. "Why else would you have hung tight to me all day? And don't tell me it's because you want to lay me! I doubt you've got a good lay in you. I've been wondering if it would be worth the time to seduce you, and I've about come to the conclusion that I'd rather get roaring drunk!"
"I read somewhere that those who have to talk about it are the ones with the hang-ups," Guy said with a smile, standing and walking to the window to look out over the Colombian capital.
"Christ, you sound like my mother!" Barbara laughed. "There's the woman for you! If she saw you, she'd ball you out of your mind. It would be a change from the male studs she keeps as gardeners."
"I don't know your mother," Guy lied, "but I don't think you should air your suspicions to strangers like this."
"Suspicions! Look, Prince Valiant, I've seen my mother in the sack with at least four different men. She's trained the gardener how to eat pussy, and that's something for a Latin male, believe me! Latin males believe sex is just straight, old-fashioned screwing. That's why most Latin chicks seldom get a decent cum. My father's the same way. He has a casita ...."
"Casita?"
"That means a little house. All men in South America keep a mistress in a casita. It helps prove their virility and it's even a status symbol down here. My father has a sixteen-year-old chick holed up about six blocks from here."
"Now, how do you know that?" Guy asked.
"Hell, I followed him one day. Then I went to meet the girl. Her name is Anita. She's pretty and well-built. We're good friends now. Anita tells me that my father climbs on her and gives her a six-or seven-stroke screwing once a week. She's never had an orgasm, poor kid. It's a stinking system, but at least Mom doesn't have to put up with the six-stroke wonder."
"If you don't like the system," Guy asked, "why not go somewhere else?"
"I am, and just as soon as I can. I celebrated my eighteenth birthday two weeks ago. The trust my father set up is being cleared by the lawyers right now, and the minute I have the bread in my hands I'm splitting!"
"Anywhere in particular?"
"Where the wind blows me," Barbara said, coming up to stand beside him at the window. "No plans. Plans tie you down too much. Europe, maybe, or the States. Jack and I talked about playing house in Lisbon, but now he wants to stay in South America."
"Is that what you fought about?" Guy asked casually.
"That's none of your business, Prince Valiant," Barbara laughed. "But keep trying, I may weaken yet and help you get word to him. Hmmm, you smell good. Feel like a good fucking?" She placed her glass on the window ledge and pressed her body against him, lifting up on her tiptoes to bring her lips to his.
Guy had never been in a situation like this in his life! In his sex life he had always been the aggressor. And he was torn about Barbara Salton. He couldn't deny that she had a very basic, almost animal, appeal for him, yet he wasn't terribly excited about laying her. He noted that she had carefully dropped the hint that she might help him contact Jack Lockwood, and he knew that if he turned her down now, that opportunity would certainly be dead.
He put his arms around her and pressed his lips against hers, but he wasn't comfortable in the situation. He liked the feeling of her firm, pointed breasts crushing against his chest. So why wasn't he responding!
"Look, Prince Valiant," she said with a smile when they broke their kiss, "I know I'm not your ideal. I know I don't turn you on. If I did, you'd have been pawing me the minute we hit the pad."
"Barbara...."
"Cool it! Just shut up and let me finish. I suppose I'm your idea of a lost child. We come from two different worlds, generations even."
"You make me sound like a dirty old man."
"Will you shut up and let me finish! I don't mean to crack your ego or anything, but you don't exactly moisten my pussy, either. You're one of the straights that I think are screwing up the world. That kiss didn't turn me on any more than it did you, Prince Valiant. But that's exactly why it might be fun to ball each other."
"Opposites attract?"
"Christ, I thought I had a patent on all the banalities!" Barbara laughed. "No, not because opposites attract, silly. We've just covered the fact that we're neither one attracted, haven't we?"
"You did, but I haven't said I'm not attracted to you."
"Thanks for being gallant, but you'll pardon me if I point out that your hard-on is missing. Look, Prince Valiant, what I'm saying is that we might have a real ball together simply because it would be a challenge for both of us. Call it an experiment, if you want. I know I can turn you on. In fact, I'll turn you inside out before I'm through with you!"
"And you're willing to gamble on a bum lay from me?" Guy chided, his senses becoming more alert with this direct, open, earthy child-woman.
"I've had bum lays before. Are you a six-stroker? Or are you flexible enough to care about satisfying the girl? Game?"
She asked the question in a soft whisper, casually reaching out with her hand to caress his crotch. Guy was surprised to find himself ex cited from simply listening and watching her talk. He took her in his arms and mashed his lips to her mouth. Her tongue slipped between his lips, flicking back and forth like a hummingbird. She didn't release her grasp of his penis, holding it and fondling it and squeezing it as they kissed.
"Uummmm! That was much better, wasn't it?" she said as she pushed him gently away. "Now let's get out of these clothes. We were created naked, and clothes are just so much bullshit. You can use the hanger in the bathroom to hang your suit up. I'll be back in a minute."
Guy shook his head in wonder at this strange, exciting human being that he had accidentally discovered. He would much rather have undressed her, but she obviously had her own ideas about having sex. He walked into the bathroom and began undressing, hanging his clothes neatly and carefully on the hanger on the back of the door. Whatever happened, he had to be extra careful to see that he carried no trace of his adventure back to the hotel and to his waiting wife.
When he came out of the bathroom, Barbara was nowhere in sight, so he poured himself another glass of wine. He turned to catch just a glimpse of Barbara's gorgeous naked body as she slipped into the bathroom. Her breasts were so perfect that it dawned on him that she obviously hadn't been wearing a bra!
"Be right out!" she called.
Barbara began going through Guy's clothes the minute that she closed the bathroom door. She checked everything in his wallet and studied the note pad and slips of paper in his pockets. She was fast and efficient. Barbara smiled to herself as she replaced his driver's license and other identification cards. He was either straight, as she suspected, or his cover was very thorough. She made a quick search of his coat and shirt, finding nothing of interest. Barbara turned to the mirror and straightened her hair, laughing to herself about the fact that these brief moments searching in his pockets were the entire purpose of the day that she had spent with him and for bringing him here to her apartment. He wasn't her type, and yet there was something about him that she liked. It was a quality that she couldn't define, but it had something to do with the fact that he didn't try to put on a front to impress her-and perhaps that he was one of the few men that she had met who wasn't drooling to get in her pants. He was a challenge, and Barbara loved challenges.
"Share?" she said softly, slipping quietly up beside him where he lounged naked on the couch staring at the ceiling and sipping wine.
"Huh? Oh, sure!" he responded, handing her the half-filled glass of wine. "Say, you've got quite a body!"
"You're not exactly a slob yourself," she laughed, reaching down in his lap and taking his limp penis in her hand as she took a long sip from the glass. "Let's see what we can do to get this lovely prick hard. No, you just sit back and relax. Let Barbara see how fast she can turn you on."
Guy felt a stirring in his loins as he watched the lovely teenage girl slide from the sofa to the floor and crawl between his legs. She had the type of body that should never be covered with clothes. She was, in fact, very much like Guy's concept of Venus. Every line on her body was soft and round. There were no sharp angles or protruding bones. Her shoulders flowed gracefully into perfectly shaped arms. Her chest was nothing less than magnificent. Guy thought that she had the most beautifully shaped tits that he had ever seen. They were almost too big for her body, yet they were firm and pointed like two spheres. Her nipples were small, natural extensions of her breasts, and proudly pointed.
Exposure to the sun had left her with a golden tan. The tan covered her breasts, indicating that she sunbathed without a bra, and only gave way to her soft white natural coloring on a narrow line at her waist where she evidently had worn a bikini.
As these impressions flashed through his mind, Guy decided that Barbara Salton was a much more beautiful girl than he had thought. She seemed to be more relaxed and at ease now, which added to her appeal. He knew that perhaps his judgment was clouded by the quantity of wine that he had consumed, but that wasn't important. He was alone with a gorgeous girl who wanted to make love. They were ships passing in the night, but he meant to take advantage of it and enjoy the pleasures of her young body.
Guy felt like a sultan as he leaned back on the couch and watched the lovely young teenager kneel between his legs and place her head in his lap. He saw her begin caressing his penis, then bring it to her lips and kiss it lightly with her parting lips. Guy had never had a girl suck his cock and he had always wondered what it would be like. I think I'm about to find out, he said to himself as he watched Barbara's slightly wet lips part to wrap around the head of his cock. The touch of her soft pliant lips on his organ ignited small fires throughout his body. Then, as he watched, she began pulling his growing penis into her warm, moist mouth. He felt her tongue circling his shaft, probing and teasing him as she drew him deeper and deeper into the warm pool of her hungry mouth. Her blonde hair was fanned out over his thighs and he could feel her hands holding and fondling his balls. The warm air escaping from her nose waft across the surging shaft of his member like the warm, caressing breezes of a south sea island. He could feel her tongue running over the surging veins along his heated shaft. Guy had never experienced anything quite like this. Passion, desire, and excitement were surging through his body in a relentlessly increasing tempo.
He looked down to see her lovely young face impaled on his hard, throbbing cock. Her pink lips were wrapped tightly around his shaft and her cheeks were puffed out slightly as she moved her rapacious mouth up and down the length of his prick. He could feel the head of his cock lodged in her throat as she took the entire length of his shaft in her mouth. Her pert little nose was buried in his thick curly pubic hair.
It suddenly struck Guy that the teenage girl actually liked what she was doing! It was evident in the expression on her face and in the enthusiastic manner in which she sucked his prick so adoringly. Her hands were massaging his balls with tender lovingness. Guy couldn't understand why it surprised him to see that a girl liked taking a man's organ in her mouth. She was treating it with such reverence! Did it excite her to turn him on? God knows, she's certainly doing that, he thought to himself as his balls began to ache and throb with desire.
"Wow!" he exclaimed as he suddenly felt himself approaching an intense climax.
"Ummmm!" Barbara said, slipping his prick out of her mouth and licking it hungrily with her hot tongue. "This is a beautiful cock, Prince Valiant. Sweet, delicious and exciting," she said, momentarily looking up at him.
"And hotter than hell!" Guy laughed. "What say we make good use of it?"
"Fuck?" she asked with a hint of surprise in her voice.
"That's the general idea, isn't it?" Guy replied, reaching down to place his hands under her arms and lift her to the sofa.
"And how about me?" she asked, kissing him lightly on the lips. "You're hot and ready, but I'm not. Are you one of those men who doesn't care if the girl enjoys herself? I'll bet you are! You'd like to climb on top of me, sink this thing in my pussy, give me six fast strokes and shoot your load, leaving me hot and frustrated. No thanks, Prince Valiant, that isn't my idea of balling!"
"Look, Barbara...."
"Men like you just use women, use our bodies for something that amounts to masturbation," she interrupted.
"Cool it," he said quietly. "I'm not trying to use you. You did something to me that I've never had before. You turned me on, and I really mean on! So I was ready to screw. But I want it to be good for both of us. I don't know what you want, but I want you to be as excited as I am. So you tell me what to do and I'll do it."
"Are you serious! You've never had your cock sucked before? Don't put me on, Prince Valiant."
"I'm serious, Barbara," Guy replied. "You yourself said we came from different generations. Look, I want you-really want you. And I want it right for both of us. So be patient with me and tell me what you like."
"Prince Valiant," she laughed, "you're almost too much-unreal! Why don't you start by eating my pussy? That always gets my motor running. Here, kneel down like I was."
Guy slid off the sofa and dropped to his knees on the floor. Barbara lifted one leg and drew it over his head so that he was positioned between her thighs. He was staring directly into her lascivously open cunt, getting his first close-up view of a woman's vulva. She had a thick, bushy mat of pubic hair, but he could see the oval shape of her slit clearly.
"My clitoris is supersensitive," she said softly.
"Barbara, I...." Guy began.
"You're not going to tell me you've never gone down on a girl, are you?" she asked incredulously.
"Well ... no, I haven't," Guy sighed.
"My God!" she sighed, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "You are unreal! Do you even know what the clitoris is, Prince Valiant?"
"I've read about it," Guy said in a small voice.
"But you've never had any experience with one, I suppose. Okay, Prince Valiant, we'll conduct our first class in sex education under Professor Barbara. Lean in so you can see," she continued as she reached down with both hands and spread the lips of her cunt wide apart. "This is the clitoris," she said, bringing the tip of her index finger to the small bud nestled between the lips of her vagina. "It's the most erotically sensitive point on a woman's body. When it becomes excited, it becomes hard and erect, just like a man's cock. Massaging, caressing or playing with it turns a girl on. And it's pressure on the clitoris that finally brings the girl to orgasm. When you go down on a girl, you lick and kiss her entire pussy, stick your tongue up her cunt, and lick her clitoris until she's panting. Try it. I'll tell you how you're doing."
Guy felt ridiculous! He had even lost half of the erection that she had given him. He had never felt so inadequate in his life! Yet he sincerely wondered if he had ever sexually satisfied any of the women that he had laid in his life.
His face was just inches away from her wide-open crotch. The odor of her sex permeated his nostrils. It was a vaguely familiar aroma, but he had never been this close to it before and it was much stronger. It wasn't the most appealing odor, and yet it was strangely animal and exciting.
Guy moved forward, bringing his lips to the pink flesh of her pussy lips while she continued holding the meaty folds, spread wide open for him. He brushed his lips against the moist skin of her vagina, then brought his tongue into contact with the bright pink area surrounding the opening to her cock-hungry womb. A heavy, very salty, flavor immediately invaded his mouth, and Guy found this equally exciting as the heady aroma of her sex.
"Stick your tongue inside my cunt," she said softly, "then lick up and down my slit. Oooohh! That's it!"
Guy felt the muscles in her smooth thighs quiver as he ran his tongue up and down her slit as she instructed. He found the bud of her clit and rubbed its rigidly firmly with his tongue. It trembled beneath his touch and Guy could feel his prick rapidly becoming rigid again.
"Make your tongue like the wings of a butterfly flitting against my clit," Barbara said, her breath coming quicker now. "Aaaahh! Yes, yes, that's it! Keep it up! Oh, yes!"
She was having no trouble encouraging him. Even though the situation was laughingly ridiculous to the highly experienced teenage girl, there was something about penetrating his almost-unbelievable innocence that excited her. She scooted forward a little on the sofa, thrusting her pussy against his handsome face. Barbara had tried to teach several young Colombian men how to eat pussy, but they resisted on the grounds that it wasn't manly. Only Jack Lockwood and an occasional tourist dipped their tongues into her hot box, so this was a treat for her. It was doubly a treat to have a virgin face between her legs and a virgin tongue buried in her sex.
"Mmmmmm! Yes, yes! Do that! Ooooooh, I like that! Rub it with your teeth. OH, wow! Yeeeesssss!"
A familiar fire had spread from her loins to her body and Barbara felt her pulse begin to race. She began writhing her hips, grinding her vulva in his face. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down at his handsome face paying homage to her sex. She knew that she was very close to orgasm, and she decided to go ahead and enjoy it by riding his tongue. It was too good to stop him now!
"Aaaaiiieeeeeeeee!" she groaned as her system exploded in a small but delicious orgasm.
Guy's tongue was beginning to ache, but he didn't want to stop. It aroused him to see how excited he made her and her cries and moans seemed to goad him on. The nectar of her juices flowed freely into his mouth, intoxicating him sexually as never before. He felt her muscles suddenly tense, her firm thighs pressing hard against his ears. Then her pussy seemed to explode. A fine mist floated out to moisten his face as her hips ground hard against the sofa cushion. Then he felt her hands gently on his face.
"Okay, Prince Valiant, okay!" she sighed. "Lesson number one is complete and you passed with honors! Now you can say you've eaten a girl off."
"You came?" he asked quietly.
"A small but very nice cum, my darling prince," she sighed. "Sorry I cheated a little, but it was too good to stop. Be a darling and give me a sip of wine. I'm dying of thrist! Then we'll get serious about balling."
Guy handed her the glass and watched her drain it in one thirsty gulp.
"More?" he asked.
"No, that was great. Did you enjoy eating pussy?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"I can see that," she taunted, reaching out and grasping his hardened penis in her warm hand. "But I'll bet you didn't think you would."
"Right," he laughed. "I just never had...."
"Don't explain, darling, I understand. You thought it was dirty, or immoral, or something like that. But none of us ever knows if we like a thing until we try it. Now why don't we eat each other at the same time? Then when we're both good and hot I want you to fuck me. Here, you stretch out on the sofa with your feet down there. That's it. I'll climb on top."
Guy's balls tingled when he watched the beautiful young teenager climb up and straddle his body. She was so slender, yet well-rounded and full-fleshed! He realized how pale he was when he saw her golden-tanned skin next to his. She placed her knees on either side of his arms and he was staring directly up into her now-wet cuntal opening. There were beads of moisture clinging to her pubic hair that made her sex glisten and sparkle. Guy saw the small brown puckered opening of her ass between the smooth asscheeks, and the sight of her crotch poised above him like this made his pulse pound.
A deep moan rumbled in his chest when he felt her delicious hot wet mouth slide down his prick, capturing the entire length of his hotly pulsing cock into her ravenous oral cavity. He looked down and saw his cock disappearing into her face. Her huge tits hung down from her body, framing the picture of her oral attack on his organ. Then he saw her crotch begin to lower toward his face.
Guy grasped her hips in his hands and pulled her down until her pussy was pressing hard against his nose and mouth. Darting his tongue into her slit, Guy began licking her with long hard strokes. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her erect clitoris and felt it quiver with the oral caress. He found it difficult to concentrate on what he was doing with her hungry mouth working on his penis. She was sliding his now-glistening manhood in and out of her throat with slurping wet motions that drove him to the highest of sexual heights.
Barbara squirmed a little and Guy felt the tip of his nose slide into her cunt. He left it there and licked her clitoris for all he was worth. If he could, he would have crawled up inside her hot vagina to bathe in her womanly juices!
Guy's heart was pounding like a kettle drum in his chest and he realized that he was very close to dimming when Barbara suddenly pulled her mouth free of his desire-inflated cock. He felt her fingers pulling at his thighs to spread them apart and he moved his legs to help her. Then he felt her hand wrap around his throbbing penis to begin pumping it. Her hair brushed against his thighs and suddenly he felt a wet probe darting against his anus! She was licking his asshole while he pumped his prick with her hand! Her slithering tongue rimming his puckered anus caused his whole body to tremble! His balls were roaring like a crashing surf and his cock in her pumping hand was throbbing with incredibly urgent demands for release.
Guy dug his nose into her vagina and gently grind his teeth against her trembling clit. Every muscle in his body tensed as he sought to control himself.
"Okay, okay!" Barbara gasped. "You're driving me crazy!"
She tried to pull her body up to free her pussy from his hungry mouth, but he held her tight with his hands gripping her hips.
"Okay, Prince Valiant!" she moaned. "I want you to fuck me now. Oh, please, please fuck me!"
Reluctantly, Guy loosened his grip and allowed her to pull her steaming cunt free from his mouth. His face was dripping wet with her hot juices.
"Am I learning, teacher," he said, unable to resist the taunt.
"Are you learning!" she exclaimed. "I'll bet you got straight A's in school! I want to feel that hard prick of yours inside me now. Take me from behind. I have a thing about having a man screw me from behind."
She pushed his legs off the sofa and knelt with her tail high in the air and her face pressed against the cushion. Guy thought that he was going to explode just by looking at her lasciviously splayed young body. The smooth, white cheeks of her ass were like two hypnotic gloves beckoning to him. Their pale color contrasted vividly with the rest of her golden-tanned skin and her bushy pubic mound was perched tantalizingly between them, the damp curls gleaming in the light.
Guy pulled himself to a kneeling position and moved slowly toward the most appealing sight that he had ever seen. The smoothness of her thighs and the perfect spheres of her ass made his blood race unrestrained through his veins! Her dripping cunt was trembling as he moved forward and slowly guided his throbbing blood-bloated cock between the white cheeks of her ass. He shifted his knees until he was in perfect position, then brought the head of his prick to her pussy. His balls ached when he felt the moist hair of her cunt brush against the swollen head of his pulsing organ.
Holding his tormented erection firmly in his hand, he brought the head to her warmly moist clitoris and began rubbing it back and forth. He noticed her entire body quiver as he massaged the sensitive ivory pearl of her budding clit.
"Oh! Aaahhh! Oh, please, Prince Valiant, fuck me! Shove your cock up inside me. Please!"
Guy's passion was much too far advanced to play around. He allowed his cock to slide down her hot slit until the lust-inflated head was lodged in the red hole that led into her womanly love passage. Then, with a savage jerk of his hips, he rammed his wildly leaking prick all the way into the shadowy valley of her hungry cunt.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhh!" The moan came sliding out on top of the rush of air that escaped from her lungs as she felt her cock-starved body suddenly completely stuffed with his pulsating prick. She could feel the tip pressing against her cervix and his heavy balls slapping hard against her distended clitoris and the top of her slit.
Guy was amazed at his sudden transformation. He suddenly became a raging stud. He grasped her narrow waist in his hands and held her firmly while his bucking, jerking hips sent his prick pistoning in and out of her body. He looked down and watched the shaft of his penis glide between the creamy cheeks of her ass and disappear into the rosy flesh folds of her cuntal opening. His organ gleamed obscenely with the desire moisture of her vagina. He could feel the muscles in her cunt hold and squeeze his penis with every deep thrust.
Guy lost all sense of time and self as he rutted her with an animal lust that he didn't know he possessed. He reached down and grasped her heavy tits in his hands, holding them like handles as he pounded into her body. Each stroke of his cock inside her fiery cunt sent Guy to a new and higher level of excitement. He seemed to be on an endless ladder, climbing and climbing.
Barbara was so hot that she knew she would never be able to control herself! His technique was primitive, but highly effective in this position. And when he grabbed her breasts and began massaging her sensitive nipples between his thumbs, the young girl moaned uncontrollably and almost screamed with ecstasy. She reached up under her body and grabbed his cum-laden balls in her hand, caressing them and rubbing them against her clitoris.
"OH, WOW! I'M CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNGG!" she cried, her body quaking and her knees turning to jelly.
Guy felt her strong vaginal muscles wrap tight around his surging shaft and hold on as he pounded into her with everything he had. He was hanging on the razor's edge of ejaculation when she grabbed his swaying balls, and then he lost all control. Grunting like a bull, he drove his prick into her mercilessly and felt his balls erupt with desire to send rivers of his searing hot cum spurting from his pulsing cock. His hips continued jerking when he threw his head back and groaned like an animal as she milked every drop of sex from his body. Then his knees would no longer hold him and he sank to the sofa, his prick sliding out of her trembling cunt with a loud slurping noise.
Barbara, too, collapsed on the sofa and the two of them remained motionless for a long moment. Then she moved, pulling herself up beside him and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
"Not bad for two people who weren't really attracted to each other, huh?'
"Not bad!" Guy sighed. "Barbara, that was the greatest fuck I've ever had!"
"It's always better, Prince Valiant, when the girl cums with you. Remember that in the future. The hotter you get your partner, the better it will be for you. Glass of wine?"
"Great," Guy sighed, breathing deeply to gather his strength. He took the glass that she handed him and sat up on the sofa. "Look, I'm not very good at this," he began, pulling her down beside him, "but I want you to know that this meant a great deal to me. I'm serious," he added when she laughed.
"Look, no involvement, no commitments," she said smiling. "Don't be like every other man in the world who has to tell a girl he loves her after he fucks her, okay?"
"I didn't mean that," Guy responded. "I like you, Barbara, but I don't love you. What I meant was that you've shown me a great deal, and I'm grateful."
"And for one shining moment I had my own personal Prince Valiant," she replied. "It was fun. But I'm not sure I'm grateful."
"Why?"
"Because you showed me a glimpse of another world," she said. "A world I don't belong in, and a world I shouldn't get to thinking about."
"Barbara, will you believe me when I say you belong in any world you want to live in? You're very mature at eighteen and you have a hell of a lot to offer any man. Don't sell yourself short."
"I don't sell myself, Prince Valiant. I give myself away. And sometimes I go chasing after the impossible dream-just like you with this search for Jack."
"It isn't an impossible dream, Barbara. It's more like a damned nightmare. I've got to find him and deliver that damned envelope. Then I'm supposed to be at hand if he needs anything. Believe me, I won't be free until this thing is over!"
"Want to know where he is?"
Guy's heart jumped. This was what he had been praying for, that she would establish a contact for him.
"That's a silly question," he said, trying to conceal his anxiety.
"Okay, Prince Valiant, Jack Lockwood is by now in Lima, Peru. He left a couple of hours after you found his plane. Raul told me just before I met you in the Mina de Oro bar. I can give you an address where you can contact him in Lima."
"How long will he be there?" Guy asked, his mind racing with the possibilities of finding his man after all.
"That I can't say," she laughed, getting up and walking over to pour herself another glass of wine. "Jack never lights in one place for very long. I know he will be there tonight and probably tomorrow. After that...." she added shrugging her shoulders.
"Well," Guy sighed, grabbing his clothes and starting to dress, "it looks like I'm off again!"
"No rush," she said quietly. "The next flight to Lima is on Aerolineas Argentina at nine-thirty tonight. It's the Los Angeles to Buenos Aires flight and sometimes they have plenty of room. How about dinner?"
"Look, Barbara," he said, fixing his tie and walking across the room to take her hands in his, "give me a rain check on dinner. I've got to pack and make reservations."
"You're the fuck-and-run type," she teased with a broad smile. "Well, Prince Valiant, just don't think you've seen the last of me."
"Hope not."
"Want me to drive you to the hotel? Give me a second and I'll be with you."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"My God, Sandy, you're drunk!" guy snapped.
"So what? What did you expect me to do, sit here and knit all day?" Her words were slightly blurred. She had been drinking steadily since she returned to the hotel early that afternoon.
"Look," Guy said softly, trying a new tact, "I know that this hasn't been easy on you. So far it hasn't been much of a honeymoon for either of us. Believe me, darling, if I had known it would be anything like this, I wouldn't have accepted the assignment for our honeymoon. Just bear with me a little longer, Sandy. I may be close to wrapping this up now."
"Did you find your man?" she asked, emphasizing the word "man" pointedly.
"Not yet," Guy responded. "But for the first time I know where he is and have an address where I can contact him. We have to pack right away to catch the flight to Lima."
"Lima! Guy Morrison, I'm not getting on another plane!" Sandy pulled herself off the bed and stood facing him defiantly. Her balance was poor and she swayed slightly. "We've spent more time in the air than we have on the ground! I'm sick of it. I'm sick of this entire trip! You remind me of a restless hummingbird, I swear. What kind of a man did I marry? I want to talk to you about that. You don't know anything about me, and I don't know anything about you."
Her words ran together as she became dizzy and fell back on the bed. Guy looked at his new wife and shook his head. He knew that there was a great deal of truth in what she said, and he knew that she had a perfect right to be angry about the whistle-stop honeymoon that this trip had turned out to be. At the same time, Guy had his first misgivings about his marriage. He had never been sympathetic or tolerant toward drunks. Several people had even accused him of being impatient with people who drank. The thought that he might have married a potential alcoholic sent a chill racing across his skin.
Yet he had never seen Sandy drink before, and he simply had to believe that this was an isolated incident brought on by unusual and unfortunate circumstances. Guy sighed. His task now was to get Sandy in a tractable mood and get them packed and to the airport.
"Come on, darling," he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding her hand in his. "Sure, we have to talk and get to know more about each other, but this isn't the time. With any luck, all of our time will be our own tomorrow or the next day. Then we'll talk everything out."
"Oh, Guy, do you promise? It's very important, you know. Why can't you call New York and tell them you can't find this man? Then we could try to work out our own problems. Please, Guy."
"I can't do it, Sandy," Guy said quietly. "I'm the kind of a man who sees something through when he starts it. You know that. And, honestly, I really believe it's almost over now. I promise we'll straighten everything out tomorrow or the next day. We'll find a quiet spot and tell the world to go fuck themselves. Come on, help me get packed so we can catch the Lima flight."
Sandy stared at him for a long time, her lips pouting and her eyes fixed in a vacant stare. She was aware that she had consumed far too much alcohol. It was difficult to maintain any chain of thought for any time. She wanted to throw the young girl that she had seen him with at him, but she knew that it would be better to collect her wits first. Getting on another airplane was the last thing that Sandy wanted to do, but she reasoned that it would perhaps be best. She would confront him with the girl in the morning when she felt better.
"All right," she sighed, "but, Guy, this is the last time!"
"Agreed," Guy said. "You want me to help you pack?"
"I'm just relaxed, Guy, not falling-down drunk!" she snapped, pulling herself off the bed and aiming her feet toward the closet.
Guy shook his head, but he knew better than to try to help her in her current mood. There was ample time. He smiled to himself when he remembered that he had a car and driver waiting. Guy had completely forgotten about the taxi that he had waiting at the Mina de Oro when he left with Barbara Salton. The driver had followed them all over Bogota and was waiting when Barbara drove him back to the Hilton. Guy's bill was close to one hundred dollars, and, he suspected, well padded at that. He had given the driver three twenty-dollar bills and asked him to wait to drive them to the airport. Thank heavens this was all on the expense account!
Without appearing to, Guy helped Sandy arrange her clothes in her suitcase and then called for a bell boy. He used his credit card to check out of the hotel and was grateful that the driver was a model of tact on the way to the Bogota International Airport. Sandy dozed on Guy's shoulder most of the way and sat in one of the lounge chairs in the duty-free shopping area while Guy checked them in.
Sandy's dizziness was gradually fading. She wanted another drink, but she knew that this would upset Guy so she had a cup of the delicious, strong black coffee that the public-relations men passed out to people waiting for flights. Even in her intoxicated condition, Sandy recognized that this was the best coffee that she had ever tasted. It was strong, but not bitter like the coffee she had tasted in Caracas and Rio. It had a unique, delightful flavor that she had never tasted before and she gladly accepted a second cup as a waiter in a white jacket passed by.
The strong coffee seemed to revive Sandy's senses and she began looking at the items on display in the duty-free shops. It was while she was standing at the jewelry counter that Sandy's mind suddenly became alert. Standing across from her was the girl that she had seen with Guy that afternoon! The girl's clothes were very chic. She wore a camel-hair miniskirt and jacket and her hair was covered with a large, floppy hat that made her look like she had just stepped out of a fashion show. Her stylish shoes matched her ostrich skin purse and Sandy knew that the girl had no less than a thousand dollars on her back. A radical change from the barefoot-Levis outfit of that afternoon, but Sandy was certain that it was the same girl. The girl's face was etched on her mind and clothes would never disguise her to Sandy.
"Five minutes until we board," Guy said, coming up to stand beside Sandy. "See anything you want?"
"I don't think so," Sandy replied, watching Guy carefully to see if he recognized the girl.
"Well, let's go to the boarding area, then," Guy said, linking his arm in Sandy's. He looked directly at the girl across the counter without recognition.
Barbara had watched the whole scene and smiled to herself when she saw Guy look right through her without recognizing her. She had done this several times before. It never ceased to amaze her what a difference clothes made!
Sandy was pleased to see that the coffee had helped clear her head. She glanced over her shoulder several times and noted that the young girl was following them to the boarding area. Sandy had to admit that the girl was certainly more attractive in her chic clothes than she had been in Levi's. She was, in fact, almost stunning.
Their flight was called and they boarded the DC-9. Sandy studied Guy's every move and became convinced that he was unaware of the girl who took a seat at the rear of the plane. She had planned to confront Guy with the girl during the flight, but something made her hold back. Something was going on and Sandy was determined to find out what.
Guy declined the hostess' offer of cocktails without consulting Sandy. This angered the young bride. She didn't want another drink, but she felt that she was perfectly capable of making her own decisions. Sandy restrained herself and said nothing. She placed her head on Guy's shoulder and dozed during the two-hour flight to Lima, Peru. She knew that she needed the rest, and she also knew that if Guy left his seat for any reason she would know.
* * *
It was late when they arrived in Lima and there was little to see from the window of the taxi that took them from the airport to the El Conquistador Hotel in the center of Peru's capital. Sandy sat in the modern, garishly decorated lobby while Guy registered. She kept her eye on the door and smiled to herself when she saw the chic dressed young girl alight from a taxi at the entrance.
"All set," Guy said as he walked over to where she was seated and offered his hand to pull her to her feet.
Without a word, Sandy followed Guy and the bell boy to the elevator, and then to their room. Guy tipped the boy and closed the door behind him.
"Sandy," Guy said seriously, taking her in his arms, "I promised this would be the end of our merry chase and that tomorrow we would wind it all up. To make sure I can keep that promise, I'm going out right now for a little while. If I can't see the man, I can at least leave word for him so I can be sure to see him in the morning. I hate to leave you again like this, but I want to be sure we get the honeymoon we deserve. You need some rest, and I wish you wouldn't drink anymore."
Fury boiled up inside Sandy, but she managed to control herself with an icy calm. "Don't worry about me, Guy. I'm sure you're in a hurry to keep your appointment. I'll just crawl into bed and get a good night's sleep."
Something in the way that she said it bothered Guy, but as long as she took it calmly, he could hardly ask for more. He kissed her briefly, then left the room.
Sandy counted to twenty slowly and then opened the door quietly and slipped out into the hall. She heard the elevator close as she approached, which meant that Guy was already on his way to the lobby. The other elevator was discharging two couples when she arrived and Sandy stepped inside and pushed the button for the main floor.
CHAPTER NINE
The desk clerk advised Guy that the car rental agency in the lobby closed at seven in the evening and that his best bet would be to hire a taxi. Guy asked for a map of the city and spread it out on a table in the lobby. It wouldn't do to arrive at the address that Barbara had given him for Jack Lockwood in a taxi, so he located the street and chose a corner two blocks away. He wrote down the names of the streets and folded the map to return it to the desk clerk.
Sandy stood quietly behind a large bulletin board announcing the daily events at the hotel and watched Guy. Suddenly she became aware that someone else was watching her husband. The young girl was sitting at a table close to the door in the bar off the lobby. Sandy noted that the girl never took her eyes off Guy as he studied the map and made his notes.
When Guy walked to the entrance to look for a taxi, the girl quickly paid her check and stood up ready to follow. The minute that Guy climbed into a taxi, the girl walked quickly across the lobby. Sandy continued watching until the girl climbed into a taxi and drove off.
For the life of her, Sandy couldn't understand what was going on. If the two of them were going somewhere to make love, why all the elaborate effort to show that they weren't together? Unless they thought that Sandy might have followed Guy and was watching! That didn't make a lot of sense, but in her state of mind it was the best explanation that she could come up with and the thought infuriated Sandy.
All of his promises to work things out! His damned assurances that they would talk things over! Well, they certainly would talk things over, she said to herself, her anger making her tremble as she stood behind the bulletin board.
Sandy decided that what she needed was a drink. She felt so terribly alone in the world. In a few short days her marriage was a shambles ! To hell with Guy! If he could take off with a sexy teenager, why did she have to stay in the room and rest? She wasn't his goddamned slave!
Inhaling deeply and squaring her shoulders, Sandy walked slowly to the bar off the lobby. I'm not a useless, dirty rag that he can dump whenever he wants, she said to herself as she stood in the entrance to the bar!
It was a quiet room with a few couples sitting at tables and a half-a-dozen men seated at the bar. Sandy allowed her eyes to adjust to the dim light, studied the men at the bar, chose the most handsome of the group and walked over and sat on the stool next to him. Guy probably has that little tart in his arms right at this minute, Sandy rationalized as she smiled at the man and ordered a scotch and water.
* * *
At that moment, Guy was paying the taxi on a lonely deserted corner in what appeared to be a medium-to low-class neighborhood of Lima. The streets were dark, lighted only here and there with dull rays escaping from windows of the houses. He took a last look at the address that Barbara Salton had given him, Sanchez Munoz 137, and started off down the street. He followed the route that he had memorized from the city map and arrived at Sanchez Munoz street without difficulty.
The names of the streets were on small metal plaques mounted on the buildings and Guy checked carefully before he started down the dark street. Checking the numbers mounted above the doors, he was glad to find that he had chosen the correct block and was headed in the right direction.
The sequence of numbers was a little confused at times and Guy walked by the vacant lot next to number 135 only to find that the next building was numbered 141. He lighted a match and checked the slip of paper again. It said 137, but could he have taken it down wrong? He walked back to the vacant lot and hesitated on the curb for a moment. It was so dark that he couldn't see the back part of the lot. Perhaps there is a building there, he said to himself, stepping into the tall weeds and walking toward the rear of the property.
"That's far enough, Prince Valiant. Don't move. I have a gun in your back and I won't hesitate to use it. Just stand still."
Guy recognized Barbara's voice immediately. He couldn't see her, but the sharp object pressed against the middle of his back testified that she was behind him. His heart sank to his stomach as he realized that he had been led into an elaborate trap.
"I have to give you credit, Barbara," he said, remaining perfectly still. "You played me for the complete sucker. But why bring me to Lima?"
"Because this is where Jack is. You don't think I'd lie to you, do you?" she added with a chuckle. "You still want to meet him, don't you?"
"Yes," Guy replied, not daring to move a muscle.
"We wanted to be sure you were alone," Barbara said. "Now stand still, Prince Valiant. I'm going to search you, and I'll use this gun if you move a muscle. You're in the big league now."
Guy's mind raced a mile a minute as the young girl's experienced hands frisked his clothes. What in the hell was he into? Where did Barbara Salton fit in?
"Good, you're clean," she announced.
"I never carry a gun," Guy said. "I know you won't believe me, but I'm not in your league at all."
"Oh, I believe you," Barbara said, coming around to face him, but holding the gun in her hand trained steadily on him. "I would have bet anything you were clean, but we can't afford to take chances, Prince Valiant. That's why we brought you here, so we could see who came with you and what contacts you made. If you had talked to anybody, I wouldn't have been here to greet you."
"Very thorough," Guy said sincerely. "Am I supposed to put my hands behind my head?"
"That won't be necessary," she laughed. "Just don't make any fast moves. Now, if you're ready, we can go see Jack. I have a car waiting on the next block. Just walk naturally and try your best not to make me nervous, Prince Valiant. I told you that you hadn't seen the last of me."
"I should have listened more closely," Guy laughed. "Lead on. Or should I say take me to your leader?"
"A word of advice!" she said quietly.
"Yes?" Guy replied. He had been about to say "shoot", and then changed his mind under the circumstances.
"Play it straight," Barbara said. "Save the wise remarks until after you've established your relationship with Jack."
"Okay, and thanks," Guy responded. He noticed that Barbara kept the gun trained on him steadily as they walked slowly down the street. The situation was absolutely ridiculous, but he was convinced that they were dead serious. He wondered how long this would take, and he hoped that Sandy had done as she had promised and gone straight to bed and sleep.
Sandy Morrison was anything but asleep. She was sipping her fourth highball with Hugh Anderson, the man that she had casually picked up at the bar. Hugh was an ex-professional football player from Detroit, a tall, hulking man with little education and rugged good looks. The very size of the man both frightened and excited Sandy.
She had nursed her first drink until the pleasant glow returned to her body. She knew that she was drunk again, but it felt good and she didn't give a damn. The more she thought about Guy and the girl, the madder she became.
"So you followed the Lions?" Hugh said in his gravely voice.
"What? Oh, the Lions! Yes, yes. They're one of my favorite teams." Sandy had seen two professional football games in her life and hoped that the conversation remained very general.
"I spent three seasons with them," Hugh continued. "It wasn't so bad. Rough, but good pay. They wanted me when they opened the new franchise in Denver a couple of years ago, but I told them I was through! What the hell, a guy can take just so much of that bruising. That's when I landed this job with the food company. Public relations, you know. Pretty good for a guy like me with no formal education. I don't mind traveling in South America, but I'll tell you something, I don't like these Latin women. Too pampered and stuck up, if you know what I mean."
"Well, thank you, kind sir," Sandy said.
"Why? You ain't no Latin, are you?"
"No, but I gathered you were saying you preferred American women."
"Exactly! Say, you're real smart, you know that? You're my kind of woman! Say, how about splitting out of here and having some fun together?"
Sandy was beginning to wonder if he would ever ask! "Why not? I feel in the mood for some real fun!"
"We can go up to my room. You know, have a drink and things like that," he suggested.
"Better yet," Sandy said, "why don't we go up to my room?" She had planned this since she had sat down at the bar, and she hoped and prayed that Guy came home and found them in bed!
"Hey, that's great!" Hugh said, calling the bartender for the bill.
CHAPTER TEN
As Hugh Anderson closed and bolted the door to her room, Sandy had second thoughts. The sight of Guy's suitcase on the stand near the bed made her pause. Did she really want to do this to Guy? Did she really want him to find her in bed with another man? She leaned against the wall and briefly tried to collect her thoughts.
So what if he caught them in bed? What about him and the little teenager? It served him right! Besides, she had needs and desires of her own, needs that Guy certainly hadn't been able to fill so far!
Sandy pulled herself erect and turned to face Hugh Anderson. He was a good-looking man, but Sandy had never seen such a large man in her life. Everything about him was huge, his shoulders, his arms, his chest. And those hands! They were like two giant hams! His towering, muscular body dwarfed the young girl.
Sandy stood frozen to the floor as he began to move toward her. The lust was unmistakable in his eyes. This both excited and frightened the unfaithful girl. She delighted in the knowledge that she was desired. Particularly after being forced to take second or third place with her new husband who had exhibited more interest in his work and a young teenage hippie than he had in his bride. Yes, it felt good to be wanted by an experienced man like Hugh Andersoneven if he was an easy pickup in a bar!
At the same time his obvious animal lust and his huge size frightened Sandy. All of this was so strange to her! Even the unfolding mysteries of her body scared her.
"You sure are pretty!" Hugh whispered hoarsely as he gathered her in his thick, powerful arms. "You're about the prettiest little thing I've ever seen."
Sandy felt his rough lips crush against her mouth and his hard, lumpy body pressing tightly against her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips to allow his long probing tongue to slide between her teeth. She fought back a panic when she felt his giant hands cupping the cheeks of her buttocks crudely. Sandy wanted to stop him, to push him away and tell him that it was all a big mistake, but she knew that it was too late for that now. She would go through with it. And why shouldn't I? she asked herself defiantly.
Hugh Anderson couldn't get over his fantastic good fortune! He had decided to head for a local whorehouse that night to relieve his pent-up tension, but he had never really enjoyed Latin bordellos. Hugh liked women who were his slave, who would do anything that he wanted, and South American prostitutes were usually limited to straight screwing. Sue Ellen, the girl that he had married in Detroit, had been almost the same. She had sucked his cock a few times, but she always acted like she was doing him a big favor!
Hugh remembered vividly the night that he had walked in on Sue when she was entertaining two men in their bed. When he walked in, Sue Ellen had been sucking one man's cock while the other fucked her in the ass. The next day, when they released Hugh from jail as a result of the neighbors calling for the riot squad that night, Sue Ellen confronted him with a demand for a divorce. She told him that she loved parties like that, and that she hated making it with him because he was so crude.
Since then, Hugh had been sour on women. He had no respect for them, and he acted like he had a personal score to settle with every girl that he took to bed. He began using prostitutes because he could treat them in any way that he wanted. But in the past year Hugh had become tired of girls of ill fame.
And now this incredible piece of luck! A ripe, hot, pretty young chick with a great body that was his just for the asking! She was obviously so drunk that she didn't know what she was doing, but that didn't matter to Hugh. In her condition, he could use her in any way that he wanted.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you cry, baby!" Hugh whispered as he jabbed his tongue into her ear. "You want that?"
"Yes," Sandy responded quietly, secretly wishing that she had never left the room. All she wanted now was to let him make love to her and get it over with.
"Strip," he said firmly.
"What?"
"Get those rags off, baby. I want to see those tits and that nice little twat. Come on, you strip and give me a little show."
Hugh took her hand and pulled her across the room to the bed. He sat down and leaned back on the pillows, motioning for her to get undressed.
Sandy was beginning to hate this man. He treats me like a common whore, she said to herself. She wanted to slap his face and tell him to leave her alone, but Sandy was actually physically afraid of this giant of a man. If he wanted to, he could break every bone in her body in minutes.
"Please, Hugh...." she began.
"Cut the crap, baby!" Hugh snapped. "You didn't bring me up here to sip on soft drinks. You want your ashes hauled, and Hugh is going to see that you get what you want. Now peel those threads and give me a good show. Or maybe you're one of them broads. who likes to be slapped around and raped. You one of them?" he asked, beginning to pull himself up.
"No!" she said quickly, a terror gripping her when she saw that the muscles in his body ripple with movement. "I ... Well, I just thought we might be more romantic."
"Save that romance crap for your husband," Hugh laughed. "I ain't interested in falling in love, baby. Like you, I just want a good fucking. Now come on, get those clothes of before I rip them off your back!"
Sandy shuddered, then began unbuttoning her jacket. How in the world had she ever placed herself in a situation like that? She admitted to herself that she had always wondered what it would be like to be raped, but certainly not now, not like this, and surely not with this brute of an animal!
The lust in his eyes and the lewd twist of his mouth as he watched her lewdly strip naked sent a chill through Sandy. She felt so lonely and helpless as she at last stood before him obscenely naked!
Christ, what a body, Hugh thought to himself as he stared up at the naked young girl. I haven't seen a set of knockers like' those in years! And that honey colored twat! He pulled himself to his feet and began rapidly pulling his clothes off and dumping them in a heap on the floor at his feet. Sandy tried to lower herself to the bed, but he grabbed her wrist and forced her to remain standing in front of him.
"Okay, baby, you pull my shorts down so you can get a good look at the joy stick you're going to have rammed up you. Drop my shorts, I said!" he ordered, grabbing a handful of her silky blond hair and yanking her close to him.
Sandy's terror was growing by the minute. She winced when he yanked her hair and she was convinced that he would hurt her if she didn't obey his every command. She reached out and placed her fingers inside the elastic waist band of his shorts, then began pulling them down over his muscular hips. His thick black pubic hair sprang into view and Sandy remembered how he had bragged about his Latin blood. His father was Swedish, but his mother was pure Italian. Hugh said that he had inherited his body from his father and his complexion and looks from his mother. When she had first seen him in the bar, Sandy thought that he was Latin, a local businessman.
"Oh!" The gasp escaped from her throat like a small firecracker exploding in her mouth. She had finally managed to free his undershorts from his bulging penis and it seemed to fly out at her! Sandy had never dreamed that a man could have a sex organ that large! She guessed it to be at least eight inches long, and it wasn't fully erect yet! The shaft was thick, like the trunk of a healthy young tree, and the head was like a large bulb.
"Nice, ain't it?" Hugh said, watching her as she stood with a gaping mouth staring at his penis as if she had seen an apparition. "Just think how that will feel stuffed up your cunt!" he laughed.
"Hugh ... I ... don't ... know ... if...." she stammered.
"Don't worry, baby, we'll stretch that snatch of yours to size. You'll love it. Hey, come on, I gotta take a leak. All that juice is gonna burst a kidney."
He stepped out of his shorts and grabbed her wrist to lead her to the bathroom. Sandy closed her eyes and tried to pretend that this was all a nightmare! She bumped against the wash basin as he pulled her to his side in front of the toilet.
"Okay, baby, you hold it and aim it. You're gonna learn to love this rod."
Sandy blushed and struggled against the grip that he held her in. What kind of a beast was this? What man took a woman into the bathroom with him? Didn't he possess an ounce of decency?
"Hold it, I said!" he commanded, twisting her wrist until pain shot through her body.
Sandy reached out and gingerly took his giant penis in her hand.
"Get a good grip on it, baby, it's like a firehose when it gets going!"
Sandy tried to close her eyes, but she couldn't! She felt a sudden rushing pressure in her hand, then saw a heavy stream of bright yellow urine spurt from the tip of his cock. His organ began moving and Sandy had to tighten her grip to hold it in her hand. His urine was splashing over the back of the toilet and she had to force it down with her hand until the gushing stream was concentrated in the bowl. Why did this fascinate her so? And why did she feel the seeds of a fire beginning in her loins? Was there no limit to the depths into which her body would sink?
"Yeah!" Hugh exclaimed with a sigh of relief as his bladder finally emptied. "Booze goes right through me! Okay, baby, get down and lick it clean."
"What?"
"You heard me!" he said firmly, placing his fingers on her shoulder and pushing her down to the floor with his powerful hand. "Lick it good and clean!"
Sandy's stomach churned at his vile suggestion. Her cheeks flushed. She had never been so humiliated in her life! He was treating her worse than the lowest whore! She almost screamed when he twisted his hips and yanked her hair so that his mastodon prick slapped her face and left a drop of urine to run down her cheek. She thought that she was going to vomit. The odor of his organ combined with the pungent aroma from the toilet bowl made her gag.
"Ouch!" she cried when he again yanked her hair cruelly.
"Get busy!" he snapped.
Even the alcohol in her veins failed to soften the pain of his cruel pulling on her hair. Sandy quickly reached out and took the heavy trunk of his cock in her hand. It was gnarled with thick veins like the trunk of an old oak tree. She stared at it with strange fascination until another vicious pull on her hair indicated his impatience.
Forcing her tongue out of her mouth, Sandy slowly brought it into light contact with the huge bulb of a head. The nostrils of her nose flared wide when the overpowering odor shot through her young system. Her stomach churned up into her throat and she had to fight back a gag when the strong, salty taste of his urine invaded her mouth.
"That's better," he said with a lewd tone. "Now swab it good and clean!"
Sandy obeyed him blindly, running the flat of her tongue over the porous surface of his prick. The most humiliating thing of all for the young girl was the way that her body was responding as she knelt before him in the bathroom and licked his wet sex organ. There was a growing itch in her groin and she was becoming more physically excited by the moment.
Holding his prick in both hands, Sandy parted her lips and slowly drew the huge head inside her mouth. She darted her tongue inside the slit in the head of his cock, then began running it in circles around the rough surface. She hated her body for reacting as it was, but the fires in her were burning higher each minute.
She hesitantly sucked his long shaft into her mouth inch by inch, and when she felt the blood begin racing along the gnarled veins and the rapid swelling forcing her jaws to stretch wider apart, the heat in Sandy's young body began to become intense. His prick became rigid in her mouth and started to throb, and Sandy thought that her lips would crack open from being stretched so wide. She looked up and saw him standing in front of her with his hands on his hips, a vile, licentious expression etched across his face. Sandy despised him! Then why am I so excited? she asked herself.
"That's good, baby," Hugh sighed with satisfaction. It made him feel good, and it gave him power, to see the proud, pretty young girl kneeling in front of him with his cock in her lovely little mouth! "Real good! But you'd better ease off before you make me pop my nuts in your mouth. Come on, let's hit that sack in there!"
Sandy's jaws cramped for a moment when he jerked his penis free of her aching mouth. She lifted her hand and allowed him to pull her roughly to her feet. Sandy had a strong urge to go to the bathroom, but she knew that she would never be able to do it with him watching her! She stumbled as he yanked her into the bedroom and fell sprawling on the bed when he suddenly released the grip that he held on her wrist.
The young girl groaned when his powerful thumbs dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her thighs to pull her legs apart. Sandy knew that she would be black and blue the next day. And she was obeying him! What would it be like if I defied him? Sandy shuddered at the thought!
She looked up to see him kneeling between her widespread legs, staring lewdly into her vulva. The animal lust written on his face made her tremble. She tried to close her eyes when she saw him reach out with his ham-like hand. Then she felt the rough, sandpaper, texture of his fingers exploring her most private feminine region.
Hugh's heart was pounding in his throat as he looked down at the luscious body sprawled helplessly beneath him. Her resilient skin was so soft and white! The nipples on her proud full breasts looked like ripe red cherries on vanilla ice cream. And the golden triangle of her young cunt drew him like honey. He pulled her vaginal lips apart roughly with his fingers and stared directly into her pink, moist slit. Jesus Christ, what a lewd sight! Then he brought his thick middle finger to the dark red hole at the bottom of her slit and forced the tip inside her body.
"Ow!" she protested. "Hey! Ow! That hurts!" she cried when he rammed his finger cruelly to the hilt with one hard thrust.
Hugh ignored her pleas and dug his finger into her tight, hot snatch, mashing her clit with his huge thumb at the same time. He delighted in reaming a girl's cunt out before he fucked her. It made it much easier when he had to work his huge, thick cock up inside the girl's body.
He continued mashing her sensitive clitoris with his thumb and ramming his finger up her until he saw the waves of growing passion begin to sweep through the unfaithful young girl. Then he allowed his little finger to slip down in the crevice between the full cheeks of her ass. Bringing the tip of his little finger to her tight puckered anus, Hugh began massaging the entrance to her rectum.
Sandy's body betrayed her at every turn. The sight of the giant beast of a man kneeling between her legs screwing her with his finger disgusted her, and yet once the pain of his dry penetration had passed, exciting shocks rippled through her body. These doubled in intensity when she suddenly felt his finger on her anus. No man had ever touched here there before. The very thought of it seemed dirty to Sandy, but the feeling was so exciting that her blood seemed to boil in her veins!
"Eat my cunt," she moaned softly as her hips began to writhe beneath his digital attack on her sensitive organs. "Oh, please, lick me!" The words coming from her mouth still shocked her. She blamed it on the fact that she was drunk, but she also freely admitted that she wanted to feel his tongue inside her hot sex.
"That box getting a little hot, baby?" Hugh laughed as he brought his face to her hair-covered pussy lips. He continued fingerfucking her, and even dug his little finger inside her rectum, as he brought his tongue to the top of her slit and lapped like a dog on her quivering clitoris.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Sandy moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes when the electric shock waves from her erect clitoral bud coursed through her body. His fingers in both of her apertures intensified the passion. Heavy beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and ran down her face. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her nails dug into the bedspread.
The relentless thrusting of his fingers in her body was like an automatic piston building up pressure inside her. Sandy was wiggling and squirming on the bed, her entire body trembling with the force of the excitement coursing through her. Tears of joy formed in her eyes and splashed on her hot cheeks.
Hugh recognized the signs. She was galloping toward a climax and to Hugh that meant that she was ready to be fucked hard.
"Don't stop! God, don't stop now!" she cried in anguish as he withdrew his face and his hand from her hotly trembling crotch. "Oh, please!"
"I'm not stopping," Hugh said with a broad smile. "I'm just getting started. Your cunt is ripe, hot and juicy and begging for a good fucking."
He grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet high into the air, then pushed down so that her knees were pressed against the full flesh of her chest. Reaching above her head, he yanked one of the pillows free of the bedspread and wedged it beneath her buttocks to raise her crotch high off the mattress.
Sandy's body was doubled into a tight ball with her vagina raised and obscenely exposed. She tried to move and found that he was holding her helpless. She gazed down between her doubled legs and saw him moving toward her with his huge cock in his hand. A heavy drop of semen hung dripping from the swollen head of his penis. Its length seemed to double in size as she watched it slowly aiming at her exposed, raised vagina.
Hugh stroked his prick slowly, savoring the sight of her upraised cunt. Then he brought it to her hole and pressed the head tight against cuntal opening. He held it there for a moment, anticipating the joy of spearing her body. Exerting gradual pressure with his hips, he pushed the large head inside her.
"Ow! No! No!" she protested. "You're too big for me! You'll hurt me." She already felt the pain of the expansion of the tight pink ring that guarded the entrance to her vagina. "Please, no!" she gasped.
This was the moment that Hugh loved most, when a girl first got a taste of the size of his prick! He tensed the muscles in his thighs and jerked his hips hard.
"Eeeeeiiiiiooooowwwwwww!" Sandy screamed as his enormous cock lunged all the way into her tight vagina with one vicious, searing, tearing and burning thrust. She thought that she was going to faint! The young bride had never experienced pain like this in her life! Sharp spears seemed to be ripping into the tender walls of her vagina, tearing the inside of her body to shreds. "No! No! I can't take it! You're killing meeeeeeeeee!"
The tight fit of his tremendous prick in her cunt made Hugh's balls throb! He could feel every inch of her vaginal walls gripping his shaft. He had to hold himself motionless for a moment to keep from cumming because he wanted to build this one to something special with a long slow fuck.
Sandy was grateful for the reprieve. It was all she could do to keep the intense pain from blacking her out. Tears were running in gushing rivers down her flushed cheeks and her jaws ached as she gritted her teeth. She took a deep breath and held it for a long moment, then felt the tenseness begin to seep out of her muscles as the pain began to subside. The pain left her slowly, giving way to an intense sensation of pleasure only reluctantly. Sandy could hardly believe what was taking place in her body! One moment she felt as it she had been ripped cruelly apart, and the next moment she was hotter than she could ever remember having been.
The inside of her body seemed to be stretched completely out of shape, stuffed beyond its capacity with the rough, thick pole that penetrated her.
She felt his muscles tense and Sandy braced herself. The walls of her vagina seemed to collapse as his penis slid slowly back. Instead of relief, Sandy felt a burning void where his immense penis had been.
"Uummmppphhhh!" she grunted when he drew back and then mercilessly rammed deep inside her cuntal cavity. Everything that was taking place inside her belly was at maximum limits. His first few thrusts seemed to knock the air out of her lungs and she had to gasp for breath.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned. He was fucking her now, ramming in and out of her tortured vagina with hard, firm strokes. The fire in her groin was charged with superheat, melting the blood in her veins and making her heart beat faster and faster. She could feel his heavy balls, as hard as melons, slapping against the cheeks of her licentiously splayed ass. His heavy, hard body almost completely covered her, pressing her deeper and deeper into the mattress.
"Faster!" she groaned as he drove his prick into her. "Fuck me faster!"
Her language excited Hugh. She talked like a prostitute, but with this girl he knew that it was no act. He braced his toes and began shoving his bludgeoning cock into her harder and faster. The look of rapture in her eyes sent a hot, burning sensation roaring through his swaying balls.
Their two bodies locked in an intense sexual ballet on the bouncing mattress. He fucked her fast, then slowly, then fast again. His hips flew in the air and acted as large pistons to send his heatedly throbbing cock to the dark depths of her cuntal tunnel.
Sandy was certain that she was going to pass out! Every nerve ending in her body was seared raw. The fire of her passion had become a cancer that ate away on her organs. She never believed that her body was capable of this much pleasure and excitement! Hundreds of small bells were ringing in her ears! And it seemed that her heart was beating in unison with the loud and fast slapping noise of his cum-filled balls on her ass.
"Now!" she screamed. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh, Jesus! Eeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiooooowwww!" Her body exploded when she felt the first jet of his white-hot sperm splash inside her voracious vagina. The pleasure was so intense that she beat her fists on his back and flailed her head back and forth as she cried out at the top of her lungs.
Hugh Anderson grunted like a bull when he could no longer control himself and his balls erupted with a fury to send his searing semen racing along the shaft of his wildly jerking cock to spurt into her hot writhing body. He raised his shoulders and threw his head back, gritting his teeth as jet after jet of his cream drained from his superheated body.
"No!" Sandy protested softly when she felt him raise up and withdraw his penis from her vagina. She felt so empty, so incomplete without him inside her.
"Don't worry, baby," Hugh chuckled. "That's only the first quarter. We've got plenty of game left to play. We just need a short time-out between quarters. What say we order some drinks sent up? Fucking is thirsty work!"
"Okay," Sandy sighed, grasping his deflating penis in her hand and holding it tightly as he reached for the phone beside the bed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Read the bottom paragraph," Jack Lockwood said.
Guy once again studied Lockwood, trying to measure this man that he had followed all across the South American continent. He wasn't handsome, yet strangely attractive with a magnetism like that of Charles Bronson in the movies. He was of medium height, slender, and powerfully built. His eyes were at times intense, and at other times veiled. He wore Levi's, stylish but well-worn boots, a denim shirt and a leather jacket. There was a quality to Jack Lockwood that said he was a man to be reckoned with in any situation.
And yet once the contact had been made and Lockwood had read the documents in the envelope, there was an immediate relaxation of the tenseness in the room. Guy noted that a distance seemed to exist between Lockwood and Barbara Salton. It was as if they had declared a tacit truce.
The small, nondescript room was poorly lighted and Guy took the paper from Lockwood and walked over to the small table light. Just the three of them, Guy, Jack and Barbara, were in the room. Several men had been with Lockwood when Barbara brought Guy to the room, but they had left a few moments later. Guy turned his attention to the page that Lockwood had handed him.
"The man who delivered this into your hands is one of our ranking executives," the paragraph began. "We have made use of his services rather than a courier because he is about to be promoted to top management and we wanted him to gain some field insight into the industry. The urgency of this contract is such that you may be pressed for time, and we place this man at your disposal if needed. He has instructions to help you in any way he can...."
Guy lowered the page. No names had been mentioned, obviously for security reasons, but it was apparent that the promotion he had hoped for was about to be his.
"How much do you know?" Lockwood asked.
"Nothing," Guy replied.
"That's par for Maxwell," Lockwood said with a disarming smile. "No names, nothing. If these documents had fallen into other hands, they wouldn't mean a thing."
"Thus far," Guy said, "nobody has believed that I didn't know what I was doing. I assume it was one of your people who took a shot at me in Bogota?"
"Overreaction," Lockwood laughed, "but that's better than no reaction. I'm not quite the mystery man circumstances have led you to believe, Guy. I'm what you'd call an independent adventurer. A man who works in the area of calculated risk for high return. I smuggle everything from art objects and guerrilla leaders to arms. I know my enemies, and they know me. The only time I get nervous is when a complete stranger starts looking for me. I'd rather have an entire security police force after me than one stranger asking questions."
"He's afraid of jealous husbands," Barbara remarked.
"And teenage idealists," Jack said with a broad smile.
Guy saw the interchange between the two of them and wondered just what the relationship was. He doubted Barbara's claim that they had split. She was, after all, responsible for bringing Guy here. Yet the friction between them was evident.
"Okay," Jack announced, picking up the documents once more, "let's get down to business.
What do you weigh, Guy?"
"One-seventy, give or take a pound. Why?"
"Because the load factor here will be critical. This shipment weighs just a little under six thousand pounds. That means two planes, and even then we'll be at maximum payload. I never fly this type of mission at maximum payload. No flexibility if you need it. But we don't have any choice on this one. We have to pick them up before dawn tomorrow and deliver in the afternoon. Christ, you sure took your time finding me!"
"Now look, Jack," Guy said quickly, "that sure as hell wasn't my fault!"
"Okay, okay," Jack said smiling. "But I'll need you with me on the mission. Ever fly a plane?"
"I logged about eighty hours in a Piper Cub about six years ago," Guy responded. "I'm rusty as hell, though."
"At least you know the basic principles. You'll go with me. Enrique and Paco can take the twin Beech."
"Look, Jack," Guy said, standing and searching through his pockets for a cigarette. He only smoked when he was nervous, and his nerves were building by the minute as he listened to Jack Lockwood organize what he called a "mission". "Is it too much to ask to be filled in on the background on this?"
"Not if you're going."
"I'm going," Guy said. "I don't have much choice, do I?"
"Not if you want that promotion Maxwell mentioned," Jack responded.
"Then he's going," Barbara added. "Prince Valiant is very much an organization man. I think William Whyte had him in mind when he wrote the corporate bible."
"Thanks, Barbara," Guy said sarcastically.
"Look, we haven't much time," Jack said. "What it boils down to, is that we're flying a small arsenal manufactured by your company to a group in Chile."
"But the military just took power in Chile," Guy remarked.
"That's why the other group needs arms," Jack commented. "Five months ago I flew arms to the military."
"Which emphasizes my point that you have no morals or ethics at all!" Barbara exclaimed. "You would have armed the Christians in the arena and then conducted lion hunts for the Romans."
"Absolutely," Jack agreed, "and both would have paid me handsomely. The crusaders slept on beds of rocks and ate insects. Morals and ethics in politics are luxuries. The politicians seldom indulge themselves. I don't delude myself that my small efforts can in any way change the course of history. The Chilean military, for instance, used Soviet arms in their coup, arms sup plied the Marxists by Russia and subsequently captured by the military. I'm an opportunist, Guy. And I'm afraid Barbara has no use for opportunists."
Barbara was about to respond, but Guy cut her off.
"Okay, Jack. So what are we supposed to do? How? When? And what are we likely to run into?"
"Right down to the basics, huh? Okay. Maxwell shipped the arms by water. According to these documents, they were off-loaded about thirty miles south of Lima yesterday. We've used this particular beach a dozen times. We land on the sand, load, then fly to Chile. No problems at this end, but we could run into some in Chile. Having been a client, the Chilean military knows my operation. They have an interest in keeping this shipment out of the country, and if our planes are spotted anywhere inside the country they'll have a damned good idea of what's going on. That means we can't use the best route because they know it. Our destination is in the Andes, about two hundred miles north of Santiago."
"Can we make it over the Andes?" Guy asked.
"Not with these payloads," Jack replied. "Too much altitude. We'll come in from the ocean, low enough to keep out of their radar network. The trick will be skirting any area where they might make a visual spot on us. Here, let's look at this map."
He spread the map out on the floor and Guy joined him to study the route. The route that they finally chose required an extra hour-and-a-half flying time.
"It will be close on fuel," Jack remarked. "We can refuel here just before we enter, and we can make it back there with about thirty minutes fuel to spare. You asked what to expect, Guy. If everything goes right, it will be like commuting to work and back. If something goes wrong, you'll find yourself in a traffic jam."
"Which is what you thrive on, Jack," Barbara said. "My God, don't you ever get tired of all this?"
"Sure I get tired of it, Barbara," Jack replied. "I've been shot at so many times I feel like one of those floating ducks in a carnival! I'd like a job like Guy's, but I can't stand wearing a tie. A couple more years and I'll have a flying school with a dozen planes in a decent climate somewhere."
"And then you'll get wiped out by some old lady making touch-and-goes," Guy laughed.
"Exactly!" Jack agreed. "Some fat Rotarian's wife will pay me off where the gunslingers have failed. That's what Barbara doesn't understand, it's all relative."
"I wish I could believe you," Barbara sighed.
"When do we leave?" Guy asked, looking at his watch. It was after two o'clock.
"Right now," Jack replied. "I have to round up Enrique and Paco and we need to be airborne before they change shifts at the airport."
"Is there a phone I can use?" Guy asked. "You won't believe this, but I'm on my honeymoon and my wife is waiting for me in the hotel." He blushed when he looked at Barbara, but she made no comment.
"Right there in the corner," Jack said. "Don't mind if we stay in the room. Security measure."
"Okay," Guy smiled, wondering what the hell he would tell Sandy. He wondered if she was asleep or sitting in a chair waiting for him.
* * *
Sandy Morrison was neither asleep nor sitting in a chair at that moment. She was kneeling on the bed with her buttocks raised and her head on the pillow. Hugh was kneeling behind her, holding her waist in his giant hands while he pumped his enormous prick into her vagina from the rear. Sandy was watching between her legs as his hard organ glided in and out of her body. The lips of her cunt were puffy and swollen from so much friction and they were wrapped snugly around the thick shaft that was giving her such intense pleasure.
"Don't stop!" she gasped when the phone rang. With a groping hand she managed to locate the phone on the bedside table.
"Hello?" she said breathlessly when she finally had the instrument to her ear.
"Sandy? Guy. Did I wake you? It sounds like you were asleep."
"No, Guy," she replied slowly, watching the thick shaft of Hugh Anderson's cock work its way deep into her body. "I wasn't asleep."
"Well, you should be," Guy chided. "Look, darling, I'm at the final stage of this thing. I found my man."
"Ooooohhhh!" she moaned when Hugh gave her a hard thrust.
"What?"
"I mean, I'm glad, Guy."
"I knew you would be, darling. I have to go somewhere with the man now and I won't be back until late this afternoon. I hate to do this, but it can't be avoided. Will you be all right?"
"I'll be just fine, Guy," Sandy gasped while she watched Hugh's heavy balls swing and sway between her legs. "When will you be back?"
"At the latest, this evening. Can you make it until then?"
"Oh!" she groaned as Hugh began a fast pumping motion with his throbbing penis inside her. "I'll make it somehow," she sighed.
"Sandy, are you sure you're all right?" Guy asked with concern building in his voice.
"Guy, don't worry about me," Sandy replied, fighting back a moan of pleasure as Hugh reached around her waist and began massaging her clitoris while he fucked her steadily. "I've never been happier than I am right now! Have fun, Guy. I am. See you tonight."
She replaced the instrument in the cradle without waiting for Guy's reply.
"Fuck me, Hugh," she said as she threw her buttocks back and up. "Fuck me as hard as you can! Oh, God, yes! That's it!"
* * *
Guy had been concerned about Sandy since he hung up. The only explanation for the conversation was that she was rip-roaring drunk. He couldn't understand why she had been breathing so heavily on the phone, but he was certain that it had something to do with her drinking. That was something that they would have to iron out when this was all over.
The antique Chevy sedan was now full. They had picked up Enrique and Paco at a whorehouse. Barbara sat between Guy and Jack in the front seat and the two men were sprawled out in the back seat.
"Will they be able to fly?" Guy asked as he glanced at the two men in the back seat.
"A gallon or so of Peruvian coffee will revive the dead," Jack laughed. "We're going to have to move fast. The crew changes in half an hour at the airport. Maybe Barbara will give the boys their plasma while you and I check the planes."
"Nurse Barbara on duty," Barbara said. "I'd like to have a dime for every gallon of coffee I've pumped into those two."
"Concentrate on Paco. He knows the beach and I want him at the controls when we take off. It isn't exactly a lighted strip."
Guy made the visual preflight check on the Beech and was surprised to see that he remembered as much as he did. The strain of the trip and his lack of sleep were beginning to tell on him. He was tired and a little groggy and yearned for a cup of that coffee that Barbara was pouring down Enrique and Paco. When he finished his check, he went to the corner of the hangar where Barbara was forcing the men to drink cup after cup of the hot strong brew. She smiled at him and took a bottle of pills from her purse.
"Take two of these," she said, "and you won't fall asleep for four hours or more. Put a couple extra in your pocket, and welcome to the pill generation. Better grab a cup of coffee. Here comes Jack."
Guy thanked her and gulped down a cup of the strongest, most bitter coffee that he had ever drank. Jack spoke sharply to the two men and they smiled sheepishly as they got up and quickly headed for the twin Beech. Jack exchanged remarks in Spanish with Barbara, and just as he turned to walk to the twin-engine plane she flew into his arms and they embraced.
Minutes later, Guy was fastening his seat belt in the right seat while Jack fired up the engines in the aircraft. Guy busied himself studying the instrument panel as they taxied to the end of the runway.
The pitch-black night was giving way to the dark charcoals of false dawn when they cleared the runway and were airborne.
"Thirty-seven minutes till dawn," Jack announced. "We'll cruise over the ocean for twenty-three minutes, then head for the beach. All we need is enough light to see the coast and I can bring it in. I guess I'll have to marry that bitch one day. She's got a good head, but sometimes she really frosts me."
"I was about to say Barbara is just confused," Guy laughed, "but who isn't today?"
"Right," Jack agreed. "I've changed my own values so many times in the past few years that I don't know who the hell I am. You just have to hang loose, that's all. Can you see the Beech?"
"Sorry," Guy replied. "Want to establish radio contact?"
"No," Jack replied softly. "We don't use radio contact unless it's an emergency. Paco will be okay. He knows where we're headed and he can fly that thing dead drunk and asleep."
Jack killed time by briefing Guy on the instrumentation in the twin engine Piper, then banked south and brought the craft to an altitude just above the water. Guy spotted the coast in the first gray light of dawn and watched Jack bring the plane around a cliff to line up on a long, flat stretch of hard-packed sand just above the water. Guy admired one of the most professional landings that he had ever seen as they touched down gently on the sand.
"Now we move fast," Jack announced as he killed the engines. "I want those crates loaded in less than thirty minutes. This has always been a safe spot, but let's not try to run our luck."
Guy pulled off his coat and tie and rolled up his sleeves. Within ten minutes he had worked up a healthy sweat lifting the heavy boxes and juggling them through the tight cockpit back to the storage area behind the cabin. The twin Beech landed while they were loading and the two men went to work storing crates without a word from Jack.
Within forty minutes from when they had touched down, Jack lifted the wheels of the Piper from the sand and they were once again airborne. Guy looked back to see that the twin Beech was right behind them.
"Was it safe to leave those crates on the beach like that?" Guy asked as they headed directly into the rising sun.
"It's an isolated beach," Jack explained. "No roads. Only access by water or air. Maxwell uses reliable tramp steamers. The captain anchors offshore and sends a boat in with the crates. Peruvian Coast Guard isn't much, and so far it's proved to be one of our best drops. Set the altimeter at twenty-seven-hundred feet. We refuel in about forty minutes. How about taking the controls so I can mark a map for Paco?"
"Sure," Guy replied, hoping that he could control the twin-engine craft.
"Hold it on one-seventy-five for ten minutes, then bring it around to true south."
Guy found the controls more sensitive and less forgiving than the Cubs that he had flown, and his first few minutes were spent in a series of corrections.
"Good," Jack commented when Guy made the turn exactly on time. "Level off at six thousand. We'll get our best milage there for a while."
Jack took the controls as they left the ocean and headed inland to the refueling point near the border. Guy remained in the cabin while Jack spoke to Paco and Enrique while the two planes were being fueled on the ground.
They were airborne again within twenty minutes. Once Jack had cleared the runway and gained a thousand feet, Guy took the controls again and headed due west for the Pacific Ocean. It was a beautiful clear day and they had a ten-knot wind from the southwest. Guy concentrated on his flying, enjoying it so much that he wondered why he had ever given it up. Lockwood put on the earphones and began monitoring all the local radio chanels.
"Okay," Jack announced, "this is where the fun begins. I'll take it now. I'm going to drop to about seven hundred feet above the water and we're going to enter Chile over what I hope is still a stretch of deserted coast. I want you to keep your eyes peeled on the ground, Guy. Look for populated areas, and for anything that remotely resembles a radio installation. A tall antena or a toWer. Got it?"
"Right."
"I don't think you'll see anything, but if you do, we may be in for some unscheduled excitement."
Guy watched the Chilean coast come at them. It was a rugged expanse of rocks and cliffs and seemingly uninhabited. He leaned forward and began scanning the area below them carefully as the plane left the ocean behind. Guy was thankful for the pills that Barbara had given him. He was awake and alert, even though his body was terribly tired and beginning to ache.
The land below was desolate, rocky, steep terrain. He saw nothing approaching civilization, and after Jack's remark he was damned glad that he didn't. The ground moved swiftly up to taller and taller mountains. In the distance he could see the majestic Andes towering above the horizon. The plane climbed with the terrain, maintaining a low altitude above the ground. Trees began to appear on the landscape. They passed over several heavily wooded areas and a number of small green valleys between the peaks.
"Looks like a city at one o'clock," Guy said the moment that he spotted the first evidence of civilization he had seen.
"Magdalena," Jack said. "Small farm area. They don't have radio, but I'll skirt it, anyway. No use taking chances."
The plane banked to the north and flew away from the small city on the plateau. A few minutes later, Jack brought it back on course. Guy kept his eyes glued to the ground. He saw several groups of huts near the edge of tilled fields, and at one point they crossed what looked like an important road.
"There's the strip!" Jack announced, pointing off to the left. "So far so good. We'll have to guess the wind. It can be tricky in these mountains and they haven't got a sock down there."
It took Guy a few moments to locate the strip. Then he realized that it had been cut out of the middle of a large cornfield. He spotted two large trucks parked in the trees at the edge of the cornfield and pointed these out to Jack.
"Our reception committee," Jack commented as he -lined the plane up on the strip and began cutting the engines back. "Your company's current clients. Well, here we go!"
The strip was rough and the landing was bumpy. Jack taxied to the end of the strip and looked back to make sure that the other plane was following him in.
"Start unloading," Jack said. "For obvious reasons, we aren't going to stay here very long!"
Guy unloaded the crates while Jack went over to speak to the men who had brought the trucks up to the planes. One of the men from the trucks stood below and received the crates as Guy pulled them out of the compartment. His physical exhaustion caused his muscles to ache and cramp as he lifted the heavy crates and he promised himself that he would sleep for twenty-four hours when this was over.
"Come on, Guy, move it!" Jack snapped. "We've got to get our ass out of here. Magdalena has a tower and we were spotted."
Guy's heart skipped a beat as he watched Jack run over to the Beech and issue rapid instructions to Paco and Enrique. He handed down the last box just as the commotion began. There were several shouts and the men on the ground began running. Jack Lockwood scrambled into the cabin just as two loud reports echoed in the cornfield.
"Start the engines and rev 'em up," Jack shouted as all hell seemed to break loose in the cornfield.
Guy's fingers hit the switches on the panel and his eyes darted over the instruments while Jack dove for the storage area and came up with a Maxwell automatic weapon. Guy watched Jack out of the corner of his eye while he flicked the ignition button and waited for the starboard engine to fire. As soon as it caught, he switched to the port engine.
A sharp burst from the automatic rifle in Jack's hands made Guy jump. He sinced the engines as he had seen Jack do, then began revving them up. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jack take aim at a military Jeep racing toward them. The reports of the gun were almost deafening in the small cabin, but he saw the Jeep swerve out of control and run into the thick rows of corn.
"Here, you're the gun expert. Let me get this mother off the ground," Jack said, thrusting the rifle into Guy's hands and taking the controls of the plane.
The plane lurched forward as Guy opened the window and placed the barrel on the rifle on the aluminum edge. The engines roared as they bumped down the rough strip and it seemed to Guy that they would never gain airspeed. He felt the plane lift off just as they reached a point where they were no more than fifty feet from the end of the runway.
"Did Paco make it?" Jack shouted.
Guy looked back and saw the Beech lifting off. "Yes, but he had a Jeep with him all the way."
"Let's hope he didn't pick up a hole in his tanks. We'll need every drop of fuel we have! They'll expect us to head west and they'll have some jets waiting for us. So we'll do what they think is impossible, cross the Andes."
"Can we?"
"I hope so," Jack laughed. "I'm not going to tackle Sabre Jets with a Piper! There's a good field at Salta, Argentina, and we'll come close to making it on our fuel-providing we don't climb too high or run into bad weather. We've got a tail wind, which should help, but even then we may have to glide in. Close that damned window and keep your eyes on the sky. Is Paco behind us?"
"Right on our tail. I was so busy I missed what happened down there."
"They spotted us in Magdalena and hit the radio. Somehow they knew where we'd land. Probably had the area under surveillance for a while. Two Jeeps filled with military arrived while we were unloading. You know the rest."
"What about the people we delivered to?"
"They'll take care of themselves. Probably lose those last couples of crates, but they'll get the rest away. Settle back for some tough flying, Guy."
Guy settled in his seat and allowed his aching muscles to relax. He watched Jack with admiration as the experienced pilot made constant adjustments to the fuel mixture to conserve fuel as they climbed steadily. They maintained a relatively constant altitude above the ground and Guy found it one of the most spectacularly beautiful flights that he had ever been on. They were soon above the snow level and the towering peaks of the Andes were breathtakingly beautiful. They were flying a little too close to the mountains for Guy's comfort, but he knew that Jack was fighting a close battle with fuel. A glance told Guy that they were down to less than a quarter of a tank and he began to wonder if they would make it.
"That's the peak over there," Jack announced with a loud sigh of relief. "Once we pass that, it's all downhill."
As soon as they crossed the summit, Jack cut the power back and began a long, slow descent to the Argentine plain below. A few minutes later Guy spotted the city of Salta and he relaxed as Jack began lining up with the strip and making his approach.
"We'll leave the planes here," Jack commented as he turned into the final leg of his landing. "They might want to ask a lot of questions if we bring them into Lima tonight. We'll take a commercial flight in."
"Thank God it's over," Guy sighed with a smile.
"Amen," Jack agreed, setting the Piper down for a perfect landing.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"And nobody was hurt?" Sandy asked when Guy finished his detailed account of the most exciting twenty-four-hour period of his life. Her head was throbbing and her entire body ached, but she had managed to conceal her discomfort from Guy.
"The twin Beech had some damage from the gun fire," he said. "The rudder controls were severed, which makes Paco's flight over the Andes an epic adventure in flying history. But no one came up with as much as a scratch. I think all of us are suffering from exhaustion and fatigue. God, I'm tired! Has this room got a tub? I want a bath. A good, hot bath."
"Yes, darling," Sandy responded, standing and walking quickly toward the bathroom. "Let me draw it for you."
Guy began stripping, throwing his soiled, wrinkled clothes in a heap on the floor in the corner of the room.
"It will be ready in a few minutes," Sandy announced coming out of the bathroom. "The water pressure in South America isn't the greatest. Oh, Guy, I feel so ashamed of myself! There you were on a dangerous assignment and all I did was try to drink myself to death! I saw you with that girl and I thought you were having an affair. I just hate myself!"
Guy had included Barbara in his description of what he had done, omitting only the few hours that they had spent in her apartment. He was glad that he had now.
Sandy was among the most wretched people in the world at that moment. She felt like soiled linen. How could she ever tell Guy what she had done? While he was flying a dangerous mission, she had been in bed with Hugh Anderson, wallowing in the pleasures of her body. She dozed off at eight o'clock that morning and awoke at eleven to find Hugh gone without so much as a "thank you." And her hangover! Several times during the afternoon she had considered calling a doctor. But she decided that it was only right that she suffer for what she had done.
"Is the bath ready?"
"Yes, darling," she called from the bathroom. "And it's nice and hot."
Guy came into the bathroom and lowered himself into the steaming tub.
"Aaaaahhhh!" he sighed, sinking into the relaxing water. "I like a shower, but when you ache and you're tired, there's nothing like a hot bath."
"Here," Sandy said, taking the soap in her hand and dropping her bathrobe behind her as she knelt by the tub, "let me scrub you down."
She began rubbing his shoulders and applied a thick lather on his upper torso.
"Guy, I'll never forgive myself for the way I've behaved in the past few days. I'm not fit to be your wife. I'm terrible, rotten to the core."
"Sandy, listen to me for a moment. The beginning of our marriage has been something of a disaster."
"But that's no excuse...."
"Please, darling," Guy interrupted, "just hear me out. It's more my fault than yours. Nothing could have been worse than to dump you in one hotel room after another and leave you all alone on your honeymoon. I'm certainly not proud of the way I've behaved, believe me. What I'd like to do, Sandy, is wipe the last few days off the slate, completely forget them and everything that happened. I mean that for both of us. The only thing we'll keep out of these few days is a solemn promise to each other that we'll never act like this again."
"But you don't know...."
"And I don't want to know, Sandy. Can't you understand that? What I want is for us to go back and start all over again. Look, we have two weeks all to ourselves. We can do whatever we want with no pressure from anybody. We can have our honeymoon, get to know each other, and begin our married life properly. Doesn't that make a lot more sense than playing true confessions and wrapping each other in recriminations?"
"Can we? Oh, Guy, I mean I wish we really could...."
"Of course we can, darling, and think of the good times ahead of us."
"Oh, Guy darling, it could be so wonderful!"
"Then let's make it wonderful."
Tears welled up in Sandy's eyes. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity she allowed hope to grow inside her tortured mind.
"I just want you to promise me two things," Guy said. "I want you to promise you'll forget everything that's happened in the past few days. And I want you to promise me you'll never do any of these things again. Tomorrow is too important to be clouded by yesterday, Sandy."
"Oh, Guy, I promise!"
"So do I," Guy sighed, anxious to wipe Barbara from his mind. "Wow, this bath feels good!"
"I'll bet it does. You must be beat! Here, let me finish lathering you."
She splashed water on his upper torso to rinse away the thick lather, then took the soap and began rubbing the middle part of his body. Sandy's face flushed for a moment when she focused on his limp penis. It was so beautiful in its peaceful state, so manly and virile. Even though her vagina was sore from the workout that Hugh Anderson had given her, Sandy felt the familiar itch begin in her groin as she stared at her husband's cock. She lathered his tummy, his thighs, his slender legs, never taking her eyes off of his organ.
Then she brought the bar of soap to his crotch area and coated the curly hair with a thick layer of suds. Slowly, gently, she took his penis in her hand and began rubbing it softly with the soap. The feel of her husband's cock in her hand turned the itch in her groin to a slow burning fire.
After all the sex I've had, she thought to herself, how could I possibly want more? And yet she did! She felt arousal sweeping through her yearning body.
Guy looked up at his lovely wife's naked body kneeling over the tub. Her magnificent breasts were hanging down, bobbing sensuously as she rubbed his body. He marveled at her beauty and reminded himself of how lucky he was to have this gorgeous girl as his wife. Then he felt her hand on his cock. Guy had thought that he was too tired, too physically exhausted for sex, yet when her hand held and caressed his penis he felt desire awakened in his body.
Sandy rinsed his prick and continued fondling it reverently in her gentle hand. She felt the blood begin to course through it as it started expanding in her grasp. She saw the skin on his shaft begin to stretch and the pink head begin to emerge. The fire in her own body was spreading rapidly.
Leaning down into the tub until her nipples dipped into the warm water, Sandy brought her face to his crotch. She held his penis in her hand so that half of his shaft was above the water. It smelled soap and clean, like a pine forest after a rain. Sandy inhaled deeply, then slipped her tongue between her full lips and brought it to the swollen head of his organ. She licked him in slow circular motions, then pursed her lips and brought them over the pink tip to capture his sex in her mouth.
Guy wanted to tell her to stop, to warn her that he wasn't sure that he was physically up to sex, but the warmth of her tongue and lips on his cock filled him with desire and excitement. He watched his prick slowly disappear into her mouth and felt the head of his organ brush against her cheeks and throat. He reached up and captured one of her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began kneading it as he allowed his body to absorb the spreading fire from his loins.
Sandy wrapped her fingers around the base of his rigid shaft and began bobbing her head up and down. She scraped the surface of his prick with her teeth lightly. The thought flashed through her mind that she had been transformed into a creature who had to have a cock inside her body to be happy, but Sandy didn't care. Guy was her husband. The man she loved.
"Wow, that's good, Sandy," Guy sighed, arching his hips up to send his cock deeper into her hungry mouth.
"Guy," she said, slipping his cock out of her mouth for a moment and pumping it gently with her hand, "let me make you cum this way."
"No, darling. It's better if we both enjoy it together. Let's get me dry and go to bed to make love like a husband and wife should."
"But I want to!" she insisted, slipping his cock back in her mouth again.
"Later," Guy sighed, his balls beginning to rumble with desire. "Right now, I want to make love to you. I want to eat your pussy and fuck you. You can do this later."
"Promise!" she insisted.
"I promise," Guy laughed. "In the morning you can wake me up by sucking my cock and making me cum in your mouth."
"Promise?"
"I swear it," Guy laughed. "Hand me a towel, darling." He reached up with his toe and flipped the drain on the tub, then slowly pulled himself to his feet.
Sandy was waiting for him with a towel. She began rubbing his body dry with one hand while she fondled and pumped his rigid prick with her other hand. Guy grabbed her playfully and picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed gently, pulling her legs apart so that her golden blonde pussy was fully exposed to his hungry eyes. Guy lowered himself between her legs and buried his face in the soft valley of her vulva. Remembering what Barbara had taught him, Guy sought Sandy's quivering clit with his tongue and began licking her firmly.
"OOOHHH! OH, GUY! OH, MY DARLING!"
This was so different from their first night together! What had changed him? Or was it her who had changed? His tongue on her sex was driving her wild!
"GUY," she moaned, "I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH! PLEASE, GUY! OOOOOHHH! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!"
Guy swung his body around until he was straddling Sandy's beautiful face, never once removing his probing tongue from her hot slit. He was surprised to find that Sandy's cunt had a stronger odor and flavor than that of Barbara. It was doubly exciting and he dipped his tongue deep into the moist folds of her vagina for a moment to greedily suck of her honeyed juice.
Rapaciously, Sandy reached up and grasped his rigid penis in her hands and pulled it to her moist lips. She opened her mouth and slid her pink soft lips over the swollen tip. His balls came down on her eyes and nose and she nuzzled them fondly as his prick filled her mouth.
Guy began licking her cunt like a cat lapping milk, laving his tongue down the length of her wide-open slit, then returning to crush her trembling clitoris with each stroke. The heavy, salty flavor of her sex permeated his mouth and excited him as he felt her body react passionately to his oral caresses.
Sandy ran her mouth up and down the length of his penis with loud slurping noises. She sucked his lubricating juices hungrily into her throat and swallowed them like drops of honey. Her headache had left her and she felt her heart beating in her throat as her passion climbed increasingly to new heights.
Guy was rapidly losing control. Her hungry mouth was driving him out of his mind! He could feel the softness of her full lips racing up and down his shaft and the pressure of his balls was demanding release.
Reluctantly, he pulled his face free of her dripping, steaming cunt. He had to pull hard to free his prick from her hungry mouth. It was wet with her saliva as he swung his leg over her head and quickly positioned himself between her trembling thighs. Guy held his cock in his hand and guided its heated shaft to her slit. He rubbed lust-inflated length against her quivering, destended clitoris and looked down at her lovely body beneath him. She was the most beautiful, most desirable woman that he had ever seen!
"Please, Guy! Fuck me now. Shove it up me!
Please, fuck me! Oooooooohhhhhhhh! Deeper! God, Guy, deeper. Shove it in me. Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Guy jerked his hips and sent his desire-maddened prick racing up her hot cock-hungry vagina. He felt the walls of her cunt grip his organ like a hot sleeve as he began bucking in and out of her with long, firm strokes.
"Oh, Guy, hurry! Please hurry. Oooohhh! Guy, fuck me fast. I'm about to explode. Aaaiiee! I can't hold it, Guy, I can't hold it! Oh, Jesus, am I hot! Hurry, darling, hurry!"
Guy was every bit as uncontrollably hot as Sandy. Their mouths had done their work too well! He placed his hands flat on the bed at her sides and began jerking his hips to send his prick flying into her body. The roar of his balls hung in his ears and he let his body take charge.
Sandy could hardly believe that it was her body reacting like this! What had happened to the girl who couldn't achieve orgasm? That Sandy is gone forever, she told herself, arching her hips high and bucking against his pelvis. These were the days of discover and Sandy liked what she had found!
"Now, Guy! Oh, My God All Mighty, now!" She brought her hands to her head and began pulling her hair as the earthquake in her body crashed upon her. "Aaaaaiiiieeee! Fuck me, Guy. Oh, yes, keep fucking me. Oooohhh! Never stop fucking me, darling."
Even Guy's ass contracted as his balls burst to send jets of warm sperm into her heaving, writhing body. His muscles went lax, but his powerful hips kept pumping away as spurt after spurt of viscous sperm shot through his painfully exploding penis. Their bodies hung suspended for a long moment, then they collapsed in each other's arms.
"Tomorrow morning I'm going to suck you dry for breakfast, darling," Sandy murmured hazily as she relaxed in his arms and fell into a peaceful, exhausted sleep.
Guy smiled, lazily closing his eyes and dropping into a dreamless, deep sleep.
