Chapter 4
Ben took a swig of whiskey from the bottle. It was warm, but it wasn't wanner than the mucus from Sarah's mouth that was giving his cock a bath. His balls looked like something you'd play tennis with they were so big. Well, he thought to himself with a sigh of contentment, they weren't going to look that way for very long. Pretty soon they'd get some release, then they'd be swinging free and easy again.
Sarah's pussy was a constant gentle warm feeling of pleasure. If she got through this alive, she decided, she'd buy herself the biggest softest dog she could find, once she got back to the states. Maybe Butch had some offspring that she could pick up somewhere.
Butch backed up, away from Sarah. She missed the gentle licking, but when Butch let out a deep long heartfelt howl, all of them jumped.
Come here boy," she whispered, "Come here, boy."
He bounced up to her head and gave both her face and Ben's cock which jutted out of her face a big happy lick.
Randy grabbed the dog by it's scruff and pulled it back down to Sarah's pussy.
Ben came into her mouth like a river coming out of the mountains. The jiz bounced against her throat and she swallowed it eagerly, with a convulsive gulping sound.
"Whew." he said, and putting his hands to her face, he put down the bottle of whiskey for the first time since they'd started.
As she sucked Ben off she could see Randy's hard cock wagging down by her tits waiting for its turn. That was the one she wanted. Ben's might be bigger, but as he so truly said, that didn't mean better. Randy just had the magic ingredients.
He knew it, too, and as Ben lay in helpless pleasure, Randy winked at her. She knew that he was grateful to her for being kind enough to bring a little bit of pleasure into Ben's life. The truth of it was, he did really feel guilt for having cut the ropes to that bridge. He thought that had cost him a friend.
Ben turned to Sarah and toasted her with the bottle, at the same time saying, "Thank you ma'am." Then he started to sing, "I am a lonesome cowboy, I ride the open range. My trade is cinching cattle and pulling bridle reins " as he staggered to his feet and wandered off into the darkness.
Butch abandoned Sarah's cunt and howled along with him. It was a song that they often accompanied each other with when they were out in the jungle. Their voices receded into the distance.
Randy lay on her stomach and eased his cock up into her cunt. The hole was so slippery it was like something inside was reaching out and hauling his cock in. He shoved in. He said, "Thanks for helping out Ben. You about made his day."
She put her arms around his neck. Ben's come trickled out of the side of her mouth, and Randy wiped away tenderly. When she saw it shine on his fingers she grabbed his hand and stuck the fingers of it eagerly into her mouth, where she chewed on them.
Randy laughed. "Got to get that protein." he said.
"Will you butt fuck me again?" she asked.
"I don't know. It feels pretty damn good inside your pussy."
She put her finger in the side of her mouth and tried to pout. "I want to be butt fucked."
"Tomorrow night. Tonight let's do it in your cunt. Just for once."
"I guess there's no point in arguing." She started to move her pelvis slowly.
Then she gripped him with the mouth of her cunt. He didn't know she could do that but the big surprise was the sensation of pleasure and for a second he closed his eyes the way Tom did. The groan which escaped from his lips remind her of Tom even more and for just a second she wondered if she was back in New York. Then she remembered the promise.
Randy asked, "What's wrong."
"Nothing. Just kiss me. Hold me tight, I mean like you're going to crush me.
"You have a beautiful body. It's strong that's what I like. I've never liked fucking women who were small and petite. That's just not a turn-on for me. It always seemed like they were so delicate, but your body It could be a soldier. A soldier who was all woman."
"I don't want to talk. I just want you to fuck me so hard that in the morning I won't be able to take a step without remembering how hard we fucked. I'm on fire, godamned fire."
He bit her lip and pulled it out as if it were rubber.
"Ow, don't do that."
"Okay." He kissed her tenderly. Both of them started to move their hips in slow unison. Ben's off key singing drifted up the road.
Sarah's toes started tingling.
Every time Randy's cock ran the length her pussy felt so good she wanted to just go wild and claw his back and bite his chest. At first she wanted to just savor the sensation of it and then she decided what the hell. There was a good chance this would be the last fuck of her life. She let herself go
When he felt her fingernails rake his back kissed her again and ran his soft tongue gently from behind her down to her throat. Then he bit her lightly. She wrapped her legs around his and grabbed the tufts of hair in his arm pits. That smooth steady motion of his cock made her want to go nuts. She wanted to grab his hair and pull it out. Her tongue licked him, and she peppered him with hot kisses, squeezed with her legs as if she were a boa constrictor.
His swollen balls slapped against her asshole every time he drove home his cock. It made her think of how badly she wanted him to butt fuck her. "God you have big tits."
"Jesus Christ," she moaned. "What are you, some kind of university professor. I mean it's like you want to give a speech."
He thought to himself that he was never in whole life going to understand women, but' the truth of it is that some men don't need to understand women. They've got cocks that do the understanding for them. Randy's just kept on slowly pumping. He could feel the muscles in his cock starting to wiggle a little. It was like they were stretching and getting ready to pump that come for all it was worth, and that was plenty. He thought to himself that the muscles in his cock led a good life in that they didn't have to do much work but when they did it was all out.
Randy liked to go all out.
He started to concentrate on ramming it home. God, it was such a simple motion, and yet there was so many ways you could do it. He altered the rhythm and did two longs, then a short. Then he tried three longs, two shorts. Nothing did it for Sarah like one ramrod thrust after another and then he went back, she started to moan very loudly , and she ran her fingers across his scalp.
Her cunt was slopping like a swimming pool, and his cock was like a big shark that had got in there and was worked up, running the length of the pool, then turning coming back. It wanted something. It wasn't exactly the kind of creature which thought a lot about what it was going to get, but when what it was going to get was about to be gotten, it knew. Randy's cock knew.
It knew something sweet was about to come its way.
Something very sweet.
She felt the big wads of come running up his cock. When they hit the wall of her cunt, each little wad felt like a pool ball that someone had shot from a cannon into her sensitized body.
He pulled back and held his ejaculating cock in his hands and said, "Here catch."
She leaned her head forward, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Gobs landed on her throat, and her forehead, then he got the distance down and it splashed against the back of her throat.
Randy said, "That's long range artillery." then dived down into her muff.
It was like a swamp down there.
He didn't even pretend to think about what he was doing, and just started chewing and sucking away on anything presenting itself to his lips and mouth and tongue. One hand took a handful of those big glorious boobs, the other slowly slid into her asshole, and worked it's way around like a salmon swimming upstream. The juice slopped all over his face.
Sarah felt for the come he shot on to her face and upon finding it, rubbed it in. With what was left over, she massaged his scalp.
He chewed on her tender meat for everything he was worth and then her screams suddenly pierced the air. Indians camped out down below them in the jungle shook their heads. They thought it was the scream of a big cat about to kill.
She screamed again and again. The sound was part of her orgasm. If she could keep screaming, she thought to herself, she would never stop coming. If she screamed louder, she would come with more pleasure. Her body was writhing with such intensity that cunt juice was actually splashing out of her hole.
Sure, her pussy felt fine, but she wasn't coming like that because of her pussy. If it had just been her pussy that felt good, she wouldn't have had to scream so loud.
The reason she had to scream was because fucking Randy had worked his fist up her ass. When he pulled it out and caressed her face, she kissed it.
Both of them were strong. Both of them were at home in their bodies, but a human can only take so much, and finally it was over.
Flakey scales of dried come covered her face and chest.
The muscles in Randy's cock had played themselves out. All they could do was twitch. It was enough to send out a slow little stream of come from his cock and to fill him with a nice warm glow.
"Your fucking cock," Sarah said with amazement. "It's still hard."
"I feel kind of worried.'
"Worried," she said with lazy amazement. "You've got yourself a goldmine there."
"I don't know, I mean do you know what I think? I'm worried that old Indian witch doctor only put in half the herbs and plants. I mean what if he only put in the ones that could get you real hard, but then he didn't put in the ones that would make it get soft again?"
"You'll end up as a very rich man with a lot of friends who are women."
He seemed doubtful. "I'll need to go to a special tailor. It's not much of a price to pay for being rich."
"Also, I've always enjoyed a good night's sleep. Last night after we fucked, I just lay there in bed. My cock was fucking on fire."
"Well why don't we go again, and this time, we can do it the way I want to do it."
He put his finger on the end of her nose. "I mean, you're nasty aren't you? What the hell are you going to do when Mr. Reynolds comes back home. He's going to have to spend some time at the office isn't he? I bet you're running around the halls of that deluxe condo and every guy with hairs on his balls over to your place for tea." He didn't know how hard that went home.
She forced a lame smile and said, "Well we can do it before he goes to work and then we can do it when he gets home. That ought to be enough."
"Yeah, for most people."
"Just kiss me, will you?"
Their physical energy was spent for the moment but the passion they shared was still burning. Their tongues pushed and prodded against each other, and then the night air was suddenly split again by the scream of a big cat. A big real cat. Then a dog started barking. Loud deep dead serious barks.
Butch had stumbled into the one situation which make experienced explorers in the jungle break into a cold sweat; a black mountain leopard that was hungry enough to stalk a man.
It was a big five year old male that had waited on the limb of a tree until Ben and Butch were right underneath.
It twitched its tail, the closest thing that it gave to a warning, before the big black cat dropped from the tree onto Ben's back. He'd paused to take a long swig of the burning hot whiskey from back home. The impact of the cat knocked the bottle from his hands, sent him sprawling, the big cats talons ripping at his back, the long teeth biting at his neck. The first thing he was really conscious of after the cat hit him was its breath. The smell was of rotting flesh.
He threw his hands over his face and tried to roll away. The long claws of the cat ripped into his side and left deep gouges as it then slipped down his naked body.
Without the slightest hesitation, Butch threw himself on the big cat, instinctively going for the soft underside of its belly. Instead his teeth fastened onto the screaming panthers left hind haunch. It released Ben with a snarl and turned to face Ben with a snarl that defined evil, swiped him with a deadly paw. Releasing the haunch, Butch rolled back underneath the cats belly. It was right where Ben wanted to be. His fangs bit into the cat with the savagery of an animal that had the blood of wild wolves running through its veins. The cats two hind legs ripped at Butch like a windmill made of razors.
Ben felt as if a welder had raked his body with a torch. He was a man and his first instinct was to roll out of it and let Butch carry the brunt of it, but then, just as surely because he was a man, he thought to himself that Butch was about the best friend he'd ever had. No goddamned cat was going to leave him alone in the world. He almost laughed when he thought to himself that his next best friend was Randy. His hands groped in the darkness and with the kind of luck that determines who lives, there was a shard of glass from the bottle he'd been drinking out of. The broken glass glistened for an instant in the moonlight, and then he was back in action, thrusting and swiping at the cats snarling head.
The ripping actions of the cats hind legs had been devastating and Butch's side was like a road map of ripped flesh. Blood was pumping from his side in long jets. Still, this was more than the cat had bargained for. It wanted out, but now it was too late. Ben and Butch had the kind of friendship that no animal or man could come between and remain unscathed.
Trying to retreat the cat opened his jaws and hissed at Ben. He thrust the bottle into the cat's mouth, and the jagged edge ripped through its upper mouth and into its brain. As silently and surely as it had dropped on them from out of the tree, it fell over dead.
The man and dog lay for several minutes without moving. Their blood flowed out of their wounds and mingled in the dirt.
Ben finally mustered the strength to reach over and tousle up the fur on Butch's head. "How are you fella." he asked. The effort of speaking cut through him like a lighting bolt of pain and he wondered how bad he was hurt. This wasn't the kind of spot you wanted to be in with a fella like Randy being the only one who could help you out.
Butch whined and tried to raise his head, but the effort cost him too much. Instead he thumped his tail feebly a few times.
"Okay fella, okay." Ben worked his way to his knees. The cuts were deep. He could feel that, and every time he moved, it opened up some of the blood which had begun to coagulate. The dead cat's big white teeth gleamed in the moonlight and with the back of his mind Ben thought of what a fine gift they would make for a woman he knew in the tribe which had cornered him when Randy cut the drawbridge and then ended up initiating him into their deepest secrets because their war chief had seen the way he prepared to die.
The truth was that Ben liked their life. It was a simple one based on human values that had endured for centuries. They were the kind of values that decent men shared all over the world. It wasn't the kind of place you were likely to find some computer salesman or soft drink manufacturer's representative negotiating to put up a pop machine.
Ben liked that. As he crawled to where he could pick up Butch, he told himself that if they got out of this alive he was going there for good. You really couldn't find a finer woman than the one he had fallen in love with during his stay there. This Mrs. Reynolds was damn fine, he knew that, but he knew she was way out of his league.
"Okay fella," he said, "Okay this is maybe gonna hurt, but we gotta get back to the fucking jeep." He lifted up the dog and cradling it in front of his chest staggered down the road, a naked man that was carrying a dying dog down the middle of shitty dirt road in the jungle under a full moon.
And that's what Sarah and Randy encountered as they ran down the road. Like Ben, both of them were naked. Randy had a .45 automatic in one hand and a Bowie knife in the other. He didn't need them.
What they needed was a doctor. The closest one was about seventy-five miles away as the crow flies, one hundred and seventy five as the jeep drives. Only jeeps don't drive on jungle roads at night.
Ben weaved in the middle of the road and said, "Me and Butch met up with a polecat which thought it was a match for us."
Randy looked at him and said, "I guess it figured wrong."
"No," Ben said as he collapsed. "I done figured wrong."