Chapter 6
When he regained consciousness, it was morning. His torso was wrapped in white bandages and Sarah was mopping his forehead with a wet piece of cloth.
He smiled and said, "Howdy." That woman was a sight for sore eyes. He said to her, "Hey, it was worth it all to lay here and feast my eyeballs on someone who's as pretty as you."
She bent down and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "You've certainly had a good night's sleep," she said. "Randy's been up for hours. He even cooked breakfast."
"Well that's the closest thing he's done to work since I've known him." He looked down at the bandages. "How bad am I hurt."
From the other side of the fire Randy yelled, "You were goddamned, lucky as usual, you old son of a bitch. You got the hell raked out of your sides, but that cat just didn't seem to have it in him to get your vital spots. Hell, you're hardly hurt."
"I reckon that's good news. And how about Butch. Ah know he got cut up a little."
"Butch wasn't so lucky, Ben."
There was an interval of silence, then Ben asked," So, let's get going. Don't we got to rescue us this little woman's husband?"
"Yep. We just figured you were sleeping so soundly that we'd wait for you to wake up."
"I'm ready now."
They'd fashioned a rough bed for him in the back of the jeep. His movements were slow and painful, but he could, nevertheless, move. They'd been worried he might not even be able to get up, but no mention of that was made.
Breaking camp, they headed on up the road, passing a small mound with a white cross in it that Randy had fashioned for old Butch. When they passed it Ben said, "Ah'll miss that dog."
Randy said, "Yep," and after that no one mentioned Butch again. They were getting up high enough that the weather was beginning to get a little cooler. Below them, they could see the ocean and dense jungle. One little mistake and the jeep along with the three of them would fly off the road and out into space. At this point, there wasn't much to stop them from rolling all the way to the bottom except some big ferns.
They reached the pass in the early afternoon. Soon they would have to abandon the jeep so that they could approach the camp without being detected. Ben bore the rough bouncing motion of the jeep without comment. From their conversation, one might have supposed they were on a camping trip.
In the middle of the afternoon, Sarah climbed into the back of the jeep with Ben. There was barely room for her to sit beside him.
"So, how are you?" "Well, this is the closest thing to a vacation Ah've had in the last ten years, and to tell you the truth, I feel as if I'm traveling in luxury."
She laughed. He noticed how white her teeth were and as the jeep hit a series of bumps, he watched her fine boobs bounce up and down like jello. It made a big mound appear in his pants, down around his groin.
Sarah cocked her head and looked at him from out of the side of her eye, pointing at the mound, she asked, "What's that."
"Mrs. Reynolds, you have the finest pair of boobs Ah've ever seen."
She was flattered by his candor and laughed. She'd never met men like these two before. In New York, if you were tough, it meant you were also ill tempered. These two were about the toughest she'd ever seen, and they were as relaxed and easy going as two boys on a fishing trip. She knew that Ben must be experiencing a lot of discomfort and she wished there was a way that she could make him feel better.
Reaching down to his pants, she unbuttoned the button, then unzipped him. Randy heard the zzzz sound of the zipper, he adjusted the rear view mirror, so that he could watch.
He saw her reach in and pull up a nice big erect cock.
Ben said, "Now, that feels darned good, what with the breeze and all."
Randy felt his own cock start to get hard again and thought to himself "goddamit". It had only been since they heard the panther's screams that his cock had been flaccid. Otherwise it had been hard as a rock for the last 36 hours. First thing he was going to do once this was over was go back into the jungle and see if he could find that medicine man. He liked sex as well as the next man, probably a whole lot better, but this was getting ridiculous. Sarah pulled off her shirt, then climbed up on top of him so that he was laying between her legs. Bending way down, she took his cock and put it in between her gigantic smooth breasts. Pushing inwards on her breasts with her hands to increase the sense of friction around Ben's dick, she rocked back and forth, so that it slid between her breasts.
Ben let out a low whistle.
Looking up, Sarah saw Randy's eyes watching them in the rearview mirror. She was worried that they might drive right over the precipice and said, "Watch the road you horny bastard."
Ben craned his neck to see, but the effort made his sides hurt, so he just lay back and concentrated on the sensation of her luscious breasts sliding up and down his cock. He thought to himself that that was the thing about being in the city; there weren't any black panthers to jump out of a tree on top of you so that you could get clawed up a little and get some very generous beautiful woman to rub her tits across your cock. Yessir, he was a man for the untamed wilderness and that was a fact. Yesiree!
"Would you mind not going quite so fast?" he asked in his most polite tone of voice.
"Oh pardon me," Sarah said sarcastically, but she did nevertheless slow down.
Randy's eyes had strayed back to the mirror.
Sarah's tits were truly a delectable sight. They looked like halves of a football. From experience, he knew they felt warm and soft. They had just the right amount of spring in them.
Suddenly, he felt the jeep veer off the road. With lighting fast reflexes and the luck of the Irish, he put on the brakes without skidding, then backed up.
Neither Sarah nor Ben even looked up. She had readjusted herself so that she was now rubbing Ben's cock between her nice big firm breast, she was tickling his cock gently with her nipples. It was a very nice sensation for both of them. His balls were all full of come from the danger and excitement he'd experienced the night before. It was like she was tickling his cock with a paint brush.
For Sarah, the underside of Ben's cock was smooth and tender. With the view and the sun and the feeling of his cock sliding on her nipples, she felt alive as she'd never felt before. For a second she found herself actually thinking that it would be nice if Tom could get kidnapped more often, and then with a feeling of embarrassment, she dismissed the thought from her mind. Once they rescued him, IF they rescued him, she didn't ever want to be separated from 'him again.
Randy was mesmerized by the sight of those incredible bazooms, and then he discovered that by twisting his neck a little, he could catch fleeting glimpses of her pussy as she rocked back and forth. It was glistening in the sun with the moisture of her cunts juices, then she changed direction and all he could see was her strong thighs and her well shaped buttocks. True there were worse things to see. She was rocking back and forth like a metronome.
Randy thought to himself that he would like to have those sweet things wrapped around her waist. He'd pump away at her like an oil derrick.
Boom - ba. Boom - ba.
She looked up and asked, "Randy, are you watching the road."
"Sarah, if we turn up here, we're going to tumble somewhere in the vicinity of five thousand feet. If you think that I'd rather watch you shiny little pussy or big strong thighs than stay on the road, you are not thinking straight. I mean, you're a fox, okay. That doesn't mean I'm going to drive off the road for a look at your snatch."
"Listen to that," said Ben.
"Why don't you park the jeep, Randy," said Sarah. "Then go off into the jungle till you find a panther. We'll listen for the commotion and then when we think you two have wrestled around for long enough, we'll show up on the scene and try to help out. I mean, Christ, this man was mauled by a panther. I mean sure, then I'll give you some attention."
"You tell him little lady. Ah've known him for up on seven or eight years now, and Ah've never seen him once find out about a good think without trying to nose in on it."
"Okay, I'm sorry," said Randy. "Forgive me. I like to look at beautiful naked women." One eye on the road the other in the mirror, he watched that incredible pear shaped bottom rock back and forth, dragging her breasts across that lucky son of a bitches cock.
Without losing a beat, Sarah rummaged through one of the knapsacks until she found a can of beer, and then, still without looking up, she handed it forward to Randy. He took it appreciatively, not really thinking that it was a de facto admission he was watching those two go at it.
When Sarah could feel Randy start to come, she backed off a little, waited till his wave of excitement passed. They had a long drive in store for today. No need to rush things. Then she lowered her pussy on to his big cock. The thing just slid right in.
She flexed the muscles in vagina and watched for the expression of delight on Ben's face. She wasn't disappointed.
Then she just sort of rolled around on it almost as if she wasn't paying that much attention. It was a nice day, she thought to herself.
"I'm afraid you'll fall outa the jeep sittin' up there like that," Ben said. "Why don't you lay those big old knockers down on my chest." He was starting to go nuts with lust and he then cleared his throat. "Not you understand because the sensation of those big full bazooms on my naked flesh will drive me wild with pleasure but so as to lower your center of gravity and reduce the chances of your takin' a spill out inta the road."
"No can do, Ben. I guess you forgot, but a panther sort of worked you over last night. I'm not going to irritate the wounds."
He closed his eyes lazily as she continued that slow easy rolling on his cock." I guess you're right. I did forget."
"I was hoping you would." Without opening his eyes he said, "Mrs. Reynolds, Ah would like to say you have about the tightest pussy Ah've ever had the pleasure to have wrapped around my cock." She blushed with pleasure at his compliment, then stepped up the pace a little, sliding up and down his cock with an easy fluid motion that kept a perfect rhythm.
This time when she could feel him starting to come, she didn't let up. It made her feel good about herself to be making him feel good. She knew how much Butch had meant to him, and yet he hadn't even mentioned the dog since they passed the shallow grave.
IN all truth, Ben hadn't ever been treated so well, at least not since he'd been a kid at home with his parents, and even them, there weren't any knock out women around to settle down on his cock when things hadn't worked out as well as they might have
The come shooting down his cock made him feel as if a thousand little people were down in there, tickling his insides with feathers.
The jeep was veering all over the road as Randy watched them with compulsive interest.
When it was over Ben said, "Well, thank you. Maybe sometime I can repay the favor."
"What do you mean repay the favor?" asked Sarah.
"You come, too."
"Listen, you don't need to do that. I come about all the time. Quit keeping score. To tell you the truth, I'm almost insulted. I wasn't doing it for me. I doing it for you."
"Don't git me wrong. Ah appreciated it. Sure enough." Ben just closed his eyes, figuring to catch a little shut eye.
Sarah got back into her clothes and the jeep veered all over the road as Randy tried to keep track of her in the rear view mirror.
When she got back into the front seat, his cock was still hard. She said, "Alright, alright," as he pointed at the bulge in his pants. Reaching over and undoing his fly, she pulled it out and with deft quick strokes, jerked him off. After that the car followed the road with no dangerous swerving.
As they came down off the pass, they entered a dense forest. It was less of a jungle, than on the other side of the mountain, more of a plain old overgrown forest with normal kinds of trees.
They traveled along without speaking for quite some time, when Sarah finally asked, "Once we get there, what are we going to do?"
Randy shook his head, 'That's a very good question."
"I mean it's not like we're going to drive up and ask for them to give him back."
"I know that. I was thinking we'd park maybe five or six miles from the excavation and... "
"Excavation?"
"Didn't I tell you they've got their whole general staff up here disguised as a team of archaeologists?"
"No, Randy, you didn't tell me that. As a matter of fact you haven't told me anything."
"Look Sarah, sometimes you have to play things by ear. Somethings going to come up, and when it does, we'll take advantage of it."
"Randy has the blood of great generals running through his veins," Ben said from the back seat.
"Yeah," he grinned his most disarming and charming grin at Sarah.
"Lead on," said Sarah and that was a relief because he was god damn worried about how in the hell they were going to get her husband out. He was half inclined to make sort of a half hearted gesture at a rescue attempt and then retreat, leaving. Reynolds to his fate. He could then take on the responsibility of giving his condolences. He sighed and thought to himself that someone had to do it. Otherwise people might see her huge knockers and the beautiful curve of her hips and the way her hot ass stuck out in back and try to take advantage of her.
He put his arm around her and she nestled up to him.
"So what about this excavation" she asked.
"It's this old city from the civilization which was here before the Spanish invaded." "None really knows. They just more or less vanished and left behind this incredibly well designed city."
"It's amazing that a guerilla army would set up headquarters in it."
"Someone crossed someone else's palm with silver, that's for sure. Plus I think that at this point, the government doesn't take them all that seriously. There are people in the administration who sympathize with their desire to revive the nation's sense of having a unique cultural identity."
"The others want to be modern and rush headlong into the twenty first century."
"Exactly." Rounding a bend, they saw a giant tree which had been felled across the road.
They stopped and got out, examining the situation for a way to remove the tree. It wasn't going to be that hard, since the jeep had a winch in front. They just needed a way to fasten the rope around it.
Randy said, "I'll have to hack out a chunk underneath the ground and then we slide the rope on through. It's not going to be hard, but it'll take awhile."
Turning to go back to the jeep, he saw that a line of fourteen Indians had silently drawn itself across the road. Their bodies were covered with tattoos and in their hands, they held the small bows with poison tipped arrows that they used to hunt animals. The bows were drawn and the arrows were pointed at both him and Sarah. It was going to be very difficult for them to miss at a range of about seven yards. Randy smiled with everything he had and said, "Hi there!"
The faces of the Indians did not change
"See, we're just getting ready to move that big log. You understand? Big log?" He made a gesture with his hands like a fisherman showing how big a fish he'd caught.
One of the Indians pointed at him and said something in a language he did not understand. The others drew back their bows even further.
"You see, I don't understand... ah... your language."
Their chief spoke again, and then Ben sat up in the back of the jeep. He said something in an unintelligible language and the chief swirled around. When he saw it was Ben, his face broke into a wide grin and he ran to where he was sitting. The men with the bows looked nervously back and forth between Randy and Sarah, and their chief and Ben. Then the chief waved impatiently at his men and lowered their weapons. "Would you mind telling us what's going on," shouted Randy to Ben.
"Sure enough ole pal," said Ben. "This here is Shammura. He and I are blood brothers. This group is from that tribe which initiated me."
Shammura pointed at Randy and Sarah, then talked to Ben for several minutes in his native language. Ben finally shouted, "Hey why don't you two come here and join us."
"It turns out these people are on the way to attack the archaeological excavation team."
"What for?"
"They say the people there are preventing the ancient race from returning home. Apparently they went into the Pacific when the Spanish invaded, but they're gonna return someday. These guys are eagerly awaiting their arrival."
"They've been eagerly awaiting for about five hundred years now, haven't they?"
"Well, when you live out in the jungle, it makes ya patient," Ben replied. "It's just that they don't want the archaeologists there."
"Then we're on the same side?" asked Randy.
"More or less."
"Didn't I tell you something would come up?" Randy said to Sarah. Before Sarah could find the voice in which to respond, Ben interrupted. "Ah... Sarah... The chief and his men would like to see you naked."
"I don't think so," Sarah said backing up.
"Ah, I already told him it would be alright."
"Sarah," Randy whispered. "This is no time to get shy."
"Goddamn you both," she said to the soundness of his logic. Then with no further ado, she pulled her shirt up over her head, and let her pants drop to the ground. Talking excitedly amongst themselves, the Indians gathered around her and gawked. It went on for about five minutes. She finally asked, "What are they saying?"
"Half of them want to fuck you, but the other half say that then they'd have to marry you."
Finally one of them stepped forward. Underneath his loin cloth, he sported a big erection. Tentatively, he touched one of Sarah's luscious breasts on the nipple. When the nipple got hard, the rest of his fellows took a step back and ooohed and ahhhed. Then the chief forced his way through the crowd, strode up to Sarah and put both his hands over her naked breasts. When he removed them, both her nipples were hard. He turned to Ben and spoke with short quick assertive sentences. Sarah had an uneasy feeling and asked, "What does he want?"
Ben finally told her, "He wants you to give him your body."
"Well now you just tell him that you don't speak for me."
Ben looked down at the ground, and then with a quick motion, he looked her in the eye. "Can't do that either. Ah told him you wuz ma wife."
Sarah started to stomp her foot and say that she wouldn't do it, that she didn't know them and that her husband's life was in danger. The chief looked back and forth between her and Ben with a puzzled expression. Ben kept a forced smiled on his face and through clenched teeth told Sarah, "Sarah, darling, it would be very good for everyone if you jist kept on smiling."
Randy said, "This is no time to get temperamental." and then on a somewhat nastier note, "I mean hell, Sarah, he's probably been mauled by a panther lots of times."
She struggled with herself for a moment and than finally said, "Okay, let's go."
Ben spoke to him in his native language and all the Indians looked happy and excited.
Sarah got down on her knees and began reaching under the chief's loin cloth, took his hard brown cock into her hands. He looked around at his men, nodding his head and smiling. Then with her strong rhythmic movements she ran her two fists up and down his cock. It seemed incredibly thick and if anything, it reminded her horse's cock.
He finally came in strong rapid spurts and as he did, his men jumped around and dodged as if they were being shot at with arrows. He just nodded his head and smiled. When he was finished, he patted Sarah on the head and said something to Ben.
"What did he say?" asked Sarah. All of the chief's men were looking at her with big smiles and jumping up and down, pointing at their own erections.
Ben said, "He thanked me very much and said you give good hand jobs."
"Think of it this way," said Randy. "Maybe they'll worship you as a goddess."
Reaching down to put her clothes back on, to the incredible disappointment of the chiefs war party, Sarah said, "That would be nice, Randy, but what would be even nicer would be if one of them shot you with a poison arrow and then shrunk your head so that he could wear it on his belt. "You're that much closer to rescuing your husband, Sarah," said Ben said, and that made her remember her promise with a twinge of guilt.