Chapter 3
"I'm sorry Mrs...."
"Reynolds," said Sarah.
"Reynolds," repeated the bureaucratic little embassy clerk. "We simply have no record of a passport in the name of Tom Reynolds."
"You've got to. We came here from America two days ago. I saw the customs man stamp it."
"I'm sorry."
She didn't know what to do. Tom was gone. She barely had enough money of her own to stay another few days, and that didn't include the hotel bill.
When she staggered into the hotel lobby in front of the desk clerks had quickly ushered her into the manager's office. He'd sent for a locksmith. When she told him what had happened, he smiled and said, "There is no revolution in my country Mrs. Reynolds. These were common bandits, and that is bad enough. We will notify the authorities, and I assure you, we will return your husband to you safely. Please say nothing of this. to the other guests.." He flashed a toothy smile. "It's bad enough that you have suffered this serious misfortune, but, let's not alarm the others."
And then the embassy had no record of Tom's passport. She had no idea where to turn. Finally she realized she had to eat, and went into the hotel. It wasn't long after she ordered that Randy Williams sat down after introducing himself. He said that He'd heard of her misfortune from one of the bellboys. It happened that he was well-experienced in matters such as these. He'd been in Special Forces and through a series of circumstances that he said he would rather not discuss, he had a number of connections with native sources.
"I can help you," he said. "But it won't be cheap. I want five thousand dollars before I start out. And, five thousand when I come back with your husband."
"I don't have that kind of money," she said. "It's in the states."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You're a beautiful woman. I'd like to help."
She was at her wits end. There was only one way she could imagine paying him, if he would consider it. She knew that she made a promise to Tom, but if it was the only way to help him, she knew he'd understand. She reached beneath the table and put her hand on his thigh. "I appreciate that. I can't pay you now. But maybe I could make a gesture of sincerity?"
"Goddamnit," he though to himself, "Here I go again." He put his hand over her's and just to make sure, said, "You're sure you don't have any cash?"
"I have it, but not here. Why don't you come and get it in my room?" she squeezed his hand.
He exhaled and said, "Alright." Looking on the bright side, it had been a long time between fucks. It was a catholic country and the women were closely watched.
Once the door to her room was closed behind them Sarah turned to Randy and kissed him with every ounce of incredible passion she could muster.
This was familiar territory for her. She was good at it, and she knew it.
Making their way to the bed they fell on it. She unbuttoned his jeans, and reached in to pull out his cock and balls. They were getting hard very fast. Sarah had seen lots of cocks in her days, but she's never seen one that was as big as Randy's. It was just short of a foot long, thick as a piece of salami. Putting it in her mouth she ran her tongue over the head of it.
His cock throbbed. His tongue was damned sweet.
She took his cock out of her mouth and grasped it between both hands very firmly. With a strong regular rhythm she started to jack him off. She could feel her own cunt start to juice up and when her toes started to tingle she though to herself that Randy was one lucky bastard. When his toes tingled it was always good.
"Hey, you're good at this," he said.
"Yeah," she said. "It's pretty easy when you have this much to work with."
"Thank you. I get the feeling I'm talking to an expert."
She winked. "You are."
Within seconds her pants were off and she had slid his huge cock inside of her. Then, with a deep up and down motion, she had him clutching the sheets and saying "Oh damn."
Her toes kept right on tingling. You could hear the sound of her pussy as it slopped the juices on to his prick.
Sitting up he held her in his arm and with the other undid her sheer blouse. With a single motion he undid her bra and stuffed her big tender hunk of boob into her eager mouth.
They fell back onto the bed. She could feel him start to come, but with the dexterity of a professional football player she reached down and squeezed his cock between groin and his balls. Without taking his huge dick out of her cunt, she leaned down and kissed him on the mouth, then took his lips between her teeth and gave him her gentle tongue. His body rippled underneath her, striving to stick his cock further up inside.
He pushed her back and said "Okay, okay. I'll get him out of there for free."
She knew he was just complimenting her. "Forget about him for now."
She pushed down on his cock with the weight of her body and flexed her pussy so that it grabbed that swollen member like a suction cup. When she eased up it was like being stroked with plush satin.
"Can do," he said as he gasped.
"Can do? Can do what?"
"Baby I forget. Just don't stop wiggling your pretty little ass."
"Cowboy, do you want to fuck me in the ass?"
"Well, Mrs. Reynolds, I ain't no cowboy, but I would be damned pleased to stick you in the butt. Hop off."
"Okay, how about one of these?" She locked her pussy muscles tight and then very slowly raised herself up along the length of his cock. The result was excruciating pleasure. When she lowered herself back down, he thought maybe it was going to knock him out.
"Oh baby," he moaned with pleasure.
Then she lifted herself off him, and lay down beside him on her stomach. He took off his pants and then she arched her hot little asshole up for him. He spread the hole open with his hands, then stuck his tongue in, just to get the lay of the land, he thought to himself. The lay of the land looked damn fine.
He had just one question. "Do you think a big ole dick like this is gonna fit into a tight little asshole like that?"
"I thought soldiers were supposed to be men of few words."
"We are but I meant here goes nothing."
It felt like silk in there. Silk that was made in hand by some fine rare process. Sliding down it was delicious. She felt it too and moaned. Her big ass was the finest cushion he'd ever had the pleasure to rest on. It swiveled and undulated as if it had a mind of it's own. His cock hadn't had it this good for a long time. Arching his back, he drew back then jammed back in hard and true. The force of it drove her up the bed and she shrieked, then said, "Please, do it again," and he did with great pleasure.
Her fucking little butt fit his cock like a glove.
Sarah wondered to herself what it would be like to have a massive cock like that around the house. It wasn't safe, she decided. Nothing else would get done. She couldn't stand it when he pulled out so slow and then rammed it in. It was the waiting, that split second of anticipation between when it was all the way out except for the very head and when he shoved it up her ass like a piledriver.
The best part for him was right before the end of drawing it out, when her soft tissues hugged the head of his cock. He thought to himself that if he were any less of a man, the pleasure would just make him fall right off her. The thing of any less of a man and with all the force of a superbly conditioned body, he rammed it in again.
She begged him, "Don't stop."
"That's the last thing you need to worry about," he said through clenched teeth as he pulled it out. At the end of his stroke he paused and looked at her pert quivering butt. It was good flesh, the kind that was not just built to look at, but built to fuck, too. The kind of flesh a caveman would want by his side, raising his babies, helping him defend the territory. Her husband was a damn lucky man, he rammed it in. All her muscles tensed, and sighed. With a cock like this, she'd never leave the bedroom. Only a fool would let him take it out into the jungle. Congress would have to enact a special measure that forbade him to risk it unnecessarily. She felt the first flutter of an orgasm flow through her stomach, as he pulled it out. For a second she was afraid he would pull it all the way out.
"Dick me, oh dick me," she said.
"Just don't pull it out."
It felt to her as if he could just stand up and carry her around the room on that cock, and for a second she imagined herself impaled on his cock and his walking around the room with her on it her arms and legs out as if she were flying through the air. Then he rammed it in again and there wasn't a daydream in the world that could compare to the delicious savagery of a cock like his with a thrust like that. The orgasms just started to spread and spread out through her body. Her toes were tingling like a doorbell. The air rasped in her throat.
He pulled it out slowly, lingering over that sweet friction on the tip of his cock.
Sweat streamed down that fine ass which wasn't anywhere being near too skinny and nowhere near being too fat.. She could feel the juice from her pussy running out and soaking the bedspread. There was going to be a stain.
"Get on your knees," he said. "Just rock on back."
She did it without questioning him. A woman didn't ask a cock like that questions.
He put his hands on her rib cage and felt how flexible the bones were, then slid them up to her breasts. His cock was still deep in her butt, waiting like some kind of monster for the right moment to slowly slide out.
First he balanced the weight of her tits in his hands, measuring the pleasure which they offer a man by their weight. They felt like big water balloons filled with warm water. Then he took her nipple between his fingers and rubbed them hard. He wanted to rub them hard enough to start a fire with the friction. He did, too. The pain and pleasure it caused in Sarah was a very sweet feeling.
She heard herself say, "You can't go out in the jungle."
Randy just laughed and gave her boobs a slap, then rocked back on his heels, pulling his cock out of her asshole, but then right at the end, he stopped, pushing the head back and forth quickly. It was really feeling good now. And the more he did it, the better it felt. It was for his own pleasure. Sarah could hardly feel it, but then he went, "Ummph!" and jammed it back the way she craved it.
"That's enough slow stuff."
He started working his cock up and down her asshole with fast hard jabs. Harder and harder. It started to burn.
"Faster," he pleaded.
She reached back between her legs, and massaged his balls with her hands. They fell forward on the bed. Her cunt juices sloshed and then he pulled out and wiping the sweat off his forehead said, "How about sucking me off for awhile? I know you don't want me to do all the work."
"With pleasure," she said, sliding down between his legs as he raised himself on to all fours. Now it was his turn and she worked two fingers in to his ass, as she reached up to his dangling balls and put them into her warm mouth. "Lick them with your tongue." he asked. She worked her tongue off the sack of his testicles as if she were trying to get the last little ounce of maple syrup off her plate. If she could make him feel half as good as he'd made her feel, it would be a whole lot better than most other people ever did.
Beads of come dripped off the head of his cock and landed on her breasts, then ran down her side as it waned up. He eased down lower and now she reached up and took his ramrod hard cock between her two fists and started to pump it so hard that her hands didn't slide over the flesh, instead just carrying it along with her fists. It was like the inside of his own skin was jacking him off. she had about the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen he thought to himself as she worked on his private parts, his head propped up on his elbow. He took her vagina's lips and toyed with them between his fingers, feeling the squishiness of juices and sniffing the smell. It was about the sweetest smell there was. It smelled like pleasure and perfume.
She could feel his attention wandering and crunched down on his balls a little. He said, "So that's the way you want to play," and stuck his head between her lips. His teeth clenched her labia and he chomped down on it in a return gesture.
She pushed his gorged balls out of her mouth with her wicked tongue and said, "Okay, I won't do that again." Then she sucked those two big meat balls back into her mouth. Lucky for him there was no spaghetti around here she might just end up eating them by mistake. Of course that would be a catastrophic mistake, both for herself and women at large.
He snaked his tongue across her clit. The pleasure it caused her made her frantic. She stroked his cock with an intensity that gave him a notion of what heaven was like. Her hot mouth cradled his balls as if they were a rare delicacy. Her tongue swished back and forth. She was the Picasso of cock sucking. Her tongue was her brush.
She liked to watch the drops of come trickle from his cock. They made it shiny and gave it a wet look. Still that wasn't enough. She wanted to milk it so hard that a jet of jelly shot out. A jet of jelly that looked like vapor trail stretching miles across the sky. It was too bad, she thought to herself that you couldn't get the stuff in stores. It was about the only kind of jelly that a girl still had to make for herself. If she could, she eat for breakfast lunch and dinner, but up until now, she had to admit she'd never met a man she thought could keep her in full supply. Tom was the best cocks man she'd ever encountered and he was very nice, very nice indeed, but she knew he couldn't keep her supplied with jelly enough for every meal. Somehow she had a feeling that Randy could.
When the first spurts started, there was no doubt. Come shot out the length of his body. The bursts were thick, and they just kept erupting. The warm come hit his pubic hairs because of the angle which she held it at, sparkling down there like dew, then dripping onto her own belly.
That was another thing you could do with come that was as precious as Randy's - use it as a facial jell. It was the kind of thing which could keep one young for a very long time.
She sucked on his balls, trying to slide them gently down her throat. His come didn't seem like it would ever stop. It was so hard and strong that it didn't even seem liquid now. It seemed like a solid stream of delicious white nectar and it was all going to waste hanging in his pubic hairs and laying in little mounds on her belly. She kept pumping with one hand and reached down with the other, to harvest it off his groin and her belly. She smeared her finger tips in it and then brought it up to her face, where she smeared on her forehead and cheeks, then stuck her fingers into her mouth along with his balls and sucked the magic elixir off her slender fingers.
She did it again.
This orgasm was like nothing Randy had ever experienced. The pleasure drove him into the world of white light and sweet sensation, never seen before and yet if anything the sensation of his orgasm was raised to an incredible intensity. He had time to think to himself that eastern mystics were incredible fools to waste their lives meditating in order to reach a higher level of consciousness. All you had to do was go out into the jungle for a few months then come back and find a woman who could fuck you like this if you'd help get her husband back.
Hell what could be more simple.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion and he finally just quit waiting for it to end because it didn't seem like it ever would. He touched her clitoris again with his tongue, gently flicking back and forth across that very little very important nub. The results were astounding. Sarah's body went nuts and the muscles of her body started to, contract and release themselves as if she were possessed by the god of sex himself. Now there was a god who might be worth meditating about.
How can you describe an orgasm, especially one like that, with mere words?
Every nerve was a pipeline streaming with pleasure. Every square inch of flesh felt as if now it were really alive, as if this were what it had been waiting for a quarter century to experience.
Nothing lasts forever and finally it was over, except for one thing; Randy's cock was still hard as a rock. Sarah looked at it with awe.
"I don't know," Randy said. "I've always had a big cock. There was this girl in high school, I was the first guy she ever fucked, so she thought everybody had such a big dick." He laughed.
"Boy was she in for a disappointment."
"Yep. But the best part of it was she told all her friends and within a few months, I was about the most popular guy in the school."
"How come it took so long?"
"Well she had to see a few more cocks before she realized it was because mine was so big, not that theirs were so small."
"But the thing of it is, I wonder why it's not going down. I hope "
"Well when I was out in the jungle last time, I spent some time with this Indian witch doctor. His hut was just stuffed with herbs and plants that he collected. He tried to teach me about it, but I wasn't interested."
"So?" She leaned over now to lick the rim of his ass. "You're the first man who's ever reamed me like that."
"Well when he did the cooking, he used to put all these herbs into the pot. He said they make me fuck like a wild stallion. I thought he was just a little loony and I'd always say to but in more. He'd look at me as if I were crazy, then shrug his shoulder and dump more in. Maybe the goddamned stuff really works."
"I hope so," she said.
He rustled her hair. You're a horny little bitch, aren't you?"
"I just know a good thing when it's up my ass, that's all." "Want to go again?"
"Yep."
"Okay," he said, looking down at his big shiny cock. "But after that we're going to have to hit the trail. I'd hate to catch up with your husband about five minutes after someone killed him."
"You're right about that." God, she'd forgotten about Tom! And with a sudden feeling of guilt, she remembered the promise she made to him before they got married.
Ben, I'd like you meet my friend Mrs. Reynolds. She's the one we're going to be working for." Ben extended his hand and pumped Sarah's arm with good old Texas hospitality."
"Pleased to meet you ma'am," he drawled.
"Ben is really a cowboy," said Randy.
"Born and raised in the Texas panhandle. I was riding horses before I could walk."
A husky German Shepherd whined and nuzzled Sarah in the hand. "This is Butch," said Ben. "He's about the best kind of friend a person could have."
"Are you still sore about that?" said Randy.
"I ain't sore," said Ben. "Just a mite bit disappointed."
"We were up the river a couple times back and ran into some trouble with headhunters."
"You could call it trouble."
"There was a rope bridge across a gorge that was sort of deep."
"About five thousand feet ah reckon," said Ben with a smile. One of his front teeth was missing. "Mah friend Ben here got over to the other side and it occurred to him that it would be a good idea to just hack on through those little ole ropes so that the bridge would fall."
"Ben was still... ahem... on the other side."
"Things were raht hot fer a spell. You don't like to mess with the headhunters when they got about fifty to one agin ya. That's somethin' that just ain't healthy."
"God, what happened."
"Well," he drawled, "That's a long story."
"They made him a member of the tribe. He's the only white man who's ever been within five miles of their village. Nobody else ever got that close before."
"Ah never talked so fast in mah life. Most interesting thing about it was those mushrooms."
"Mushrooms."
"Part of the initiation was to fast for seven days and then eat a plate full of psychedelic "rooms." said Randy. "Used to be ah was a redneck, but then ah had the pleasure of meeting their tribal spirit in an hallucinogenic trance. Thet old spirit set ma head straight on a number of issues."
"You oughta thank me, Ben."
"Yeah," said Ben, spitting out some tobacco juice. "Ah owe it all ta you. How much is mah cut of this operation."
"Fifty fifty." said Randy putting his arm around Ben's shoulder.
"Twenty five hundred for setting out, twenty five hundred for coming back with Mr. Reynolds." Randy smiled like a snake oil salesman and winked at Sarah. This was a side of him she'd never seen.
"Hey, ole friend, ah reeckon you're trying to skim a little bit a cream there, so let's just say ah want five thousand and if ah know you that would set us about right." Randy looked embarrassed and said well okay he'd just been teasing him anyway.
"Like the bridge ya mean?" Ben said. "Ha, ha," said Randy, "Yeah, like the bridge." Butch stuck his nose in Sarah's crotch and wagged his tail. Ben pulled him away and said, "Hey fella, go easy on the little lady."
'Woof, woof woof."
"He's just trying to be friendly."
"Don't worry," Sarah said. "Me and Butch will get along just fine. Won't we Butch?"
"Woof!"
The jeep had been traveling for hours along a very bad dirt road which slowly but surely wound it's way up into the mountains. Below them, the ocean stretched out into the horizon like a shiny blue sheet covered with sequins. The jungle was starting to thin out. In many places the road was almost impassable, and they had to get out and hack their way through thick vegetation and one occasion chop down some trees to rebuild the road.
Randy said the guerillas had probably used a helicopter or light plane to get back up into the mountains. They weren't going to reach the abandoned Aztec village that served as their headquarters until sometime in the afternoon of the next day.
When the sun went down they had to stop. Last thing they wanted was to drop an axle against a rock or fallen log. It was a long walk back, and Randy said, the Indians around were not at all reluctant to kill a person simply because they liked those American clothes. They would store them away and only take them out as finery during festival time. It was amazing to see just how many of them had a nice set of American clothes.
After they cooked a meal over the campfire, Ben pulled out a quart of rot gut whiskey. They took turns passing it around. Butches eyes glowed like red embers in the light of the fire. Sarah had only known them for a few hours but she trusted them as she had never trusted anyone before. Not only did circumstances force it, but their free and easy spirits were in sharp contrast to what she grown accustomed to in New York.
They each took turn telling drunken stories. She was not at all ashamed of past and regaled the two men with tales of the eccentrics who had frequented the high class whore house where she'd worked.
The fire was very hot.
The whiskey was very strong. Ben finally said, "Has you ever had your pussy licked by a dog?" He smiled and looked back and forth between the other two. One thing that Butch could do very well was bring men and women to a climax with his long tender tongue. When you're out in the jungle for a long time, you learn to take advantage of what ever opportunities are at hand. Sarah looked thoughtful and said, "No, not that I can remember. I could well have but when you screw as often as I have, sometimes you lose track of what you've done and what you've read about."
"well come on woman, don't be shy." Sarah was anything but shy, especially when she had eight or nine ounces of whisky in her, and within a second she'd pulled her pants off. The two men laughed and exchanged glances.. No one needed to tell Butch what to do. When he smelled Sarah's pusssy, he jumped up and walked over to her with his tongue out and his tail wagging. "Here," Ben said, handing her a rolled up sleeping bag. Put this under your butt, so's ole Butch kin get the kind of angle thet will do you right."
As she complied with his suggestion, Ben turned to Randy and said, "You know what ah Like about this little lady? She's like a guy, but she still is a woman. Ah mean ya know, remember when you wuz a kid and ya used to beat your meat with other guys. Wouldn't have been great if some gal had been there just doing it right along with you. It would have been friendly."
"She's very friendly," said Randy. The truth was that his cock had been hard most of the day. It might not have been that witch doctor just might be that it was about the foxiest little cunt he'd seen in his whole life. It might be worth five thousand dollars to him if her husband didn't make it back. Butch had an incredibly soft tongue. It was like cotton. Wet slippery cotton that didn't fall apart when it was wet.
Her cunt was a little sticky from all the fucking she'd been doing for the last day, but Butch just licked away, lying down between her feet with his forelegs in front of him. The smell made him a little nervous and he whined with eagerness.
"Damn you've got a fine body," said Ben. She turned her head and looked at him with a smile. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure from the feeling of Butch's tongue. Then she held out her arms to Ben and said, "Kiss me."
He set down the whiskey bottle and leaned over to her. Randy started to politely excuse himself but she said, "No! You, too. Suck my boobs like you did this afternoon." "Baby, now you're talking," he said.
Ben's tongue explored the inside of her mouth.
Randy sucked her nipples with the selfish abandon of a small baby who needs milk for life.
Butch lapped at her cunt, occasionally backing away and barking.
The truth was that even at the call girl service back in New York, Sarah had never enjoyed sex with two different men, at the same time, let alone two men and a dog. She'd never had sex with a woman either. South America was a wild place.
She could feel Randy's big cock start to get hard. She leaned over and unbuttoned his denim blue jeans. That was more than enough of a hint and he finished taking off his pants by himself. Ben followed suit.
"Hey, who's got the biggest cock?" asked Sarah.
"Sorry perdner," said Randy.
"Hey friend, as my old man used to say 'It ain't how much ya got, it's what ya do with it. Your dick ain't as big as mine, but it ain't nothing ta worry about."
"Listen, Ben I saw his cock today. It's the biggest goddamn hunk of meat I've ever had the privilege to see." Then she gasped. Ben's cock made Randy's hard prick look like a melted popsicle.
"Them Indian gave me some herbs."
"Yeah," said Sarah. "And it looks like they gave you a lot more than they gave Randy." Randy looked downcast, but his spirits were such that now he sat down on Sarah's bush and took her nipples between his fingers and started to massage them gently.
"Let me suck on that," Sarah said.
Ben said, "It would be an honor."
It filled her mouth. She could feel the blood pounding through the veins.
Her hard nipples were caressed with Randy's tongue. Unable to contain herself, she began to moan, and then her toes began to tingle. The ecstasy of it started in her feet, traveled up through her cunt, and turned her ears red.