a Short Story by Varangian
Copyright (C) 2000, Varangian
A weekend pass is not worth a hell of a lot when a guy has just thirty dollars in his pocket, Tim grumbled to himself, although it’s better than no pass at all. He’d only be able to hang out in La Estrada, wander the mall, take in a couple of movies, eat chili and hope to score with one of the local girls.
Fat chance that last possibility! He had not scored once in the year he’d been stationed at Fort Butte.
The sky dimmed slowly with the setting of the sun, and soon it would be dark with a snap. The ocotillo trees were already silhouettes. The asphalt road was still warm from the day, but the desert air was becoming chill.
Tim was confident that a car would soon pass through the main gate of the base, that it would stop and give him a ride to town. Any driver would know that he was a soldier, even though he was clad in civilian clothes. Only a soldier would be standing in that place beside the road. At last, he sighed, when he saw a Taurus sedan at the gate. He was impatient, although he had been waiting only fifteen minutes.
It stopped beside him and Tim opened the car door in response to the obvious invitation. The interior light came on with the open door, and he saw that the driver was a woman, perhaps in her late thirties, a slender woman with a pleasant face.
“Need a ride to La Estrada?” she asked cheerfully, as though there were somewhere else to go.
“Yes, thank you, ma’am,” Tim replied.
“Are you really a soldier?” the woman asked with a smile in her voice as the car moved back onto the road. “You look so young.”
“I’ll be twenty next month, ma’am, and my hitch is up in the month after that.”
“Are you going to re-up?”
“No ma’am! I’ve had enough with the army. I want to go to college.”
“That’s nice,” she said absently and lapsed into silence for a couple more minutes.
“Do you have a girl in La Estrada?” she asked.
“I wish I did. I guess I’ll just hang out there for the weekend, although I’ll have to sleep back at the Fort.”
“So!” She chuckled. “You have a weekend pass but you’re broke.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tim responded sheepishly.
“When my husband and I were younger, we often found ourselves in such a situation. He’d get a pass and just loaf around.”
“He’s in the army?” Tim inquired.
“Yes. He’s a warrant officer, an electronics engineer. He’s in Germany now.”
“I was there for a few months,” Tim said brightly, “at Regenstein.”
“He’s always traveling, all over the world fixing stuff,” she continued as if she had not heard his words, apparently wanting to talk about something other than Germany. “He’s home only a few times a year.”
“That must be difficult for you,” Tim remarked guilelessly.
“I do miss him,” she responded with a brief touch to Tim’s knee.
Tim, who always hoped for the best, moved his left knee just a little closer to her, but she did not seek to touch him again.
“What do you do at the post?” she asked casually. “Somehow you don’t strike me as an infantryman.”
“No.” He smiled. “I’m in supply. I’m a spec-two at the division warehouse.”
“Really!” she exclaimed, suddenly interested. “What’s your job there?”
“I keep track of stuff,” he replied laconically.
“What kind of stuff?”
“Everything from bolts to howitzers.”
“I suppose some things do go astray despite your efforts, don’t they?”
“Yes, ma’am, but we try to keep the losses to a minimum.”
They rode on in renewed silence. The lights of La Estrada shimmered on the horizon.
“Are you hungry?” the woman asked abruptly. “I’m really in the mood for a bowl of chili. I’ll buy, if you’re interested.”
“Well sure,” Tim replied easily, thinking he might have a chance to score with a lonely woman. He was not concerned about her age.
“Have you ever been to La Posada? The chili there burns all the way to your stomach.”
“No, ma’am. It’s too expensive.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” she said quickly. “You chose a place.”
The young man was clad in jeans and a windbreaker and would have been very much out of place at La Posada, especially with her, who was so much older than he and better dressed.
“I usually go to the food court at the mall,” he responded.
“Splendid. That’s where we’ll get our chili.”
* * *
Once inside the brightly lit mall they were able to look at each other clearly for the first time, not that they stared. He was a boy as tall as she, 5’10”, with brown hair and eyes and a rather good looking, youthful face. In his furtive glances at the woman Tim noticed that her pale face was unlined except when she smiled, which was often. She had raven black hair cut Dutch boy style and piercing blue eyes. Her skirt and jacket allowed him to judge only her calves which were well shaped if just a tad thick. Generous breasts pushed at her jacket, but she was by no means top heavy. She might have weighed nearly as much as he, but he was rather slender. She was a lovely woman, he thought. He could imagine fucking her, although he had never before gone to bed with someone as old as she.
“If we are going to eat together, we should at least know each other’s name,” she announced cheerfully as they stood in line at a chili stand. “My name is Sandra Lee, what’s yours?”
“Tim, Tim O’Connell.”
They found an empty table and sat with their food.
“And where do you call home, Tim?”
“Bear Lake, in Michigan.”
“Oh? Where is that?”
“Near Lake Michigan, south of Traverse City.”
“Do you have a girl waiting for you there?”
“I had a girl, but when I joined up she said we were through.”
“That’s too bad, Tim. But the world is half full of females, and I’m certain there are a lot who would be delighted to know a good looking guy like you.”
Tim smiled at her. “Yes, I know,” he responded. “But there aren’t too many of them out here in the desert.”
Sandra studied him for a moment in silence, her head cocked a bit. “This chili is really not very good, Tim. It’s not nearly as hot and tasty as the stuff they sell in Padilla. Have you ever been there?” She looked at him with a curious expression on her pleasant face.
“No,” he replied, suddenly aware of a real possibility with this woman. “I hear it’s very wild down there.” He knew that Padilla was notorious for its two square blocks of whorehouses.
“Perhaps,” she responded, “but I enjoy it. I find it, ah, colorful. There’s a lot more to it than the red light district.”
“It certainly must be different than La Estrada.” He grinned into Sandra’s face.
“Oh, it’s worlds different from this boring place. I was on my way there, when I picked you up. I plan to spend the weekend in Padilla.”
Tim could think of no response. He just smiled pleasantly at her.
“Would you like to come with me?” she asked coyly. “I have a friend there who would put us up.”
Bingo! he thought. This sexy woman wanted more than a traveling companion. “That a very intriguing suggestion, Sandra, but, as you know, I’m almost broke, and I don’t even have a tooth brush with me.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, Tim,” she said sweetly and placed her hand over his. “I have enough money for the both of us, and you know that Padilla is open all night. We can purchase whatever you need, when we get there.”
Better and better! Tim chortled inwardly, his face revealing, however, just an agreeable smile.
“I’d love to go with you, Sandra, but I’m due back Sunday evening.”
“I’ll have you back in time, Tim. I’m an army wife, you know. Let’s leave now. We could get there between nine and nine thirty.”
She looked intently at him with an eager expression on her pale face.
Tim rose to his feet. “OK, let’s go,” he said cheerfully.
Although he would have liked to give her a quick fuck in a remote corner of the mall’s parking lot, he dared not suggest it. She seemed to be a woman who preferred doing things in a proper manner.
* * *
There was no moon, and clouds obscured the stars. The blackness beyond the speeding car’s headlights was impenetrable. Aside from occasional, innocuous comments, they rode in silence. Tim’s thoughts whirled with the possibilities of a truly grand fuck. He hadn’t been laid in over a year, because he refused to go with whores.
Sandra did not encourage him to sit close to her, nor did she touch him further. She gave no sign of what they obviously intended to do, except for the quirky smile he occasionally caught on her lips.
After two hours a glimmer appeared on the horizon ahead of them.
“We’re almost there,” Sandra announced, pushing at the young man, who had fallen asleep.
Tim sat up straight, just for an instant unsure of where he was. Yes, Sandra and the wild settlement of Padilla, where people checked their scruples and morality at the town’s limits, each equally alluring, he thought.
They drove slowly into to town, down the main street ablaze with neon signs affixed to shabby buildings. The place was alive. A man staggered in the middle of the street holding a bottle while trying to embrace three women. Latin music blared from numerous cantinas. The staccato sounds of trumpets were particularly exotic, Tim thought, as well as the peculiar aroma of the place. People were everywhere.
“The red light district is down that side street, Tim, although you certainly won’t need to visit it.”
Tim had thought he was already in the center of that district. But he understood her sly, promising remark. After three or four blocks the street became dark.
“We’re almost there,” Sandra said in a low voice, turning abruptly into a side street, at the end of which was a brightly lit structure. A sign on the roof spelled out “Mendoza” in light bulbs.
“This is my friend’s hotel, Tim,” Sandra announced cheerfully as she parked the car in front of an awning that led to a grand entrance. “He always has vacancies, because his whores are quite special and very expensive.”
A young man in a bellman’s uniform appeared from nowhere to open Sandra’s door. She spoke to him in Spanish, gave him some money and walked around the car.
“Come on, Timmy,” she called. “The boy will take care of my luggage and the car.”
Tim climbed from the vehicle and hurried to catch up with the woman, who walked quickly toward the entrance. A large, heavy, mustachioed man appeared in the doorway with his arms outspread.
“Sandra! You’re late. We’ve been worried about you.”
“Raul! Has it been almost two months?”
They embraced with great familiarity, and after they relaxed Sandra turned to Tim.
“Tim, I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Raul Mendoza Colon. Raul, this is Tim O’Connell, the reason I’m late. I had to collect him.”
The two men shook hands and smiled genuinely.
“Ah, Sandra,” Mendoza leered. “You do like them young and pretty.”
“Pay no attention, Timmy,” Sandra giggled in false innocence. “Raul has a dirty mind.”
Mendoza winked. “I didn’t expect your guest, Sandra, so I’ll have to arrange for connecting rooms.” He added grandly, “I want you to remember warmly your holiday at my hotel, dear friends. Come, have some drinks while my people prepare your rooms.”
They followed Mendoza into a small, dimly lit barroom.
“Raul,” Sandra said sweetly as she accepted a drink. “Tim has come away without any clothes.”
“No clothes?” the man grinned broadly. “Where did you find him? At the side of the road?”
“As a matter of fact,” Sandra admitted, beginning to smile.
Mendoza’s eyes widened in pretended amazement. “What? No formal introduction?” He laughed slightly and winked at Tim. “She once refused to kiss me for months because no one had formally introduced us.”
Sandra broke into such uncontrollable laughter that she spilled her drink. Tim could not resist joining her, and Mendoza, understanding the truth of the matter also bellowed forth loud guffaws. They calmed themselves with difficulty. Mendoza then stood in front of Tim and examined him seriously up and down.
“I used to be a tailor,” he explained. “I’ll have some clothes for the boy by the time you finish supper.” He turned to rattle in Spanish to an assistant.
* * *
“Do you think I’m attractive, Tim?” Sandra asked with a coy smile after the bellman had deposited her luggage and left them alone in the large, elegant room. “I’m older than you, of course, but does age in a woman repel you?”
“There’s nothing about you that could repel me, Sandra,” he said quietly and stepped close to her. He placed both palms on her pale cheeks then ran them up across her temples to clasp her raven head gently. “I wanted you to stop in the middle of the desert. I was so impatient,” he whispered against her lips.
“I thought of that too, but it’s so much nicer here, don’t you think?”
“Yes, but only because we’re here now.”
They kissed lightly then passionately. He fondled a large breast as he stuck his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers. She groped him between the legs.
“Oh my, Timmy!” she exclaimed.
“I’m not fully hard yet, Sandra.”
* * *
She was all softness, he realized almost in a delirium, her arms, her belly, her thighs: not fat, just soft. He buried his face between her large breasts and shuddered in anticipation, as Sandra cooed to him and petted his head.
“Are you eager to come, Timmy? Do you want to get the first one behind you so you can relax and we can play?”
Tim did not respond, although he knew he would indeed pop too soon if they began to fuck then. He allowed her to roll him onto his back.
“Relax, darling,” she breathed on his lips, touching them with her own, her hand enfolding his throbbing cock. “You’re so large,” she murmured admiringly.
She moved her head quickly to his groin, flicked her tongue at the moist glans and engulfed three inches of his cock. Tim squealed slightly. It was not his first blow job, but the feel of her mouth on his cock was so incredibly welcome. He could not define what magic she was doing to him down there. He grasped her head as the pleasure became uncontrollable and cried out shrill grunts with every ecstatic spurt. She roamed loving hands across his body as the cock wilted in her mouth. He felt her swallow.
“There,” she said in a husky voice, sitting up on the bed. “You must feel much more at ease now.”
“Thanks,” he said with a satisfied grin and pulled her down to him for a passionate kiss.
He ran his fingers and a palm across her left breast, so lightly, so delicately. Sandra shuddered at his touch and kissed him desperately. When he fingered her groin, he found it to be already soppy wet. He climbed atop her, brushed his lips against hers, and then, supported by his elbows, he looked down at her smiling face. She raised her knees, scooted her butt forward and guided his cock to her moist opening.
She grinned up at him when he penetrated her all the way. “Ooo, that feels so good!”
He gave his playmate a long stroke and she pushed back with an excited smile and bright eyes beaming up at him. “This is so lovely, Timmy,” she sighed, running her hands up and down his back.
They set up a fucking rhythm, slow and languid at first, but soon the canter became a trot and then a gallop. Sandra pressed her upper teeth against her lower lip, still trying to smile up into his face, but she quickly became distracted by the physical sensation of the fuck. She began to utter small sounds with each gasp, her eyes no longer focused on his, her lips curled strangely around her open mouth. She breathed constant sounds, high pitched moans. She looked for a moment into his eyes with an expression of seeming awe on her face, as if she could not believe what the young man was doing to her. She emitted a small cry, and then another. They fucked powerfully for a few minutes.
Each of her return thrusts told him how she wanted it, and he obliged her. Suddenly she growled and her body stiffened with a loud cry.
Relaxing, she cooed at him with a weak smile. “Oh, Timmy! Guys don’t usually bring me off.”
He tried to feel as much of her flesh against him as he could with crushing her. He fucked her slowly, relishing the slick, warm tightness on his cock.
“It’s your turn again, darling,” she murmured against his lips. “Enjoy me.”
She fondled his buttocks. A finger probing his anus startled him, but it set loose an orgasm that approached with a rush. He pounded her twice and then just pressed against her to spew forth, Sandra cooing, “Baby, baby,” as she caressed his head.
After a moment of silence and playful kisses, Tim got up and went into the bathroom where he took a piss. When he returned to the bed, Sandra raised herself on one elbow and stared at him with a curious expression on her face.
“What did you do to me, Tim?” she asked in a quivery voice. “I’ve never felt anything so intense before.”
“Perhaps you were especially horny tonight.” He smiled at her.
“No. There was something different about fucking you. I seemed to have let myself go like never before. How did you make me do that?”
“I have no idea, Sandra, although other girls have mentioned it, too.”
“I think you must have a special scent about you. Yes! That must be it. A special scent that drives women wild.”
“Do you suggest I bathe?” Tim smirked at the woman.
“No! I’m serious. What else could it be?”
“Well, Sandra, I don’t know what to say except that I’m pleased you enjoyed me.”
“I’d like to enjoy you again, Timmy, but I promised to be with Raul tonight. We’re going to a coke party. Do you want to come?”
Tim shook his head. “I don’t do drugs, Sandra. Is it too late to get something to eat?”
“Oh, no. We’re having a midnight supper with Raul. Let’s get dressed.”
* * *
Mendoza was in the small dining room sitting at a table against the wall with a young blond girl. Several other tables were also occupied. He rose to greet the newcomers.
“Well!” he exclaimed. “Our lovers have returned. Did you purge yourselves of giddiness?”
Sandra immediately sat, smiled and nodded familiarly at the girl. “You won’t believe what this guy just did to me, Raul. I though I’d come unglued.”
“Was it because he’s big or because he’s just good?” Raul asked with a smile directed at Tim.
The blond girl looked at Tim with some interest.
“He’s that, of course. But there was something else I can’t define, something that shattered even my unconscious inhibitions. It’s almost spooky. I think it has to do with pheromones”
Tim was openly blushing.
“Don’t let it upset you Tim, the way we talk,” Mendoza assured the young man, squeezing his knee briefly. “We’ve very open about such things here, aren’t we, Lucy.” He turned to the blond girl, who smiled sweetly and nodded.
“Oh, forgive my bad manners!” Mendoza exclaimed and jumped to his feet. “I have failed to introduce you two young people. Tim, this is Lucy Morgan, the daughter of my attorney in the state capital. She’s just arrived with some papers for me. And Lucy, this is Tim O’Connell, a warrior from Fort Butte. Just what is it you do there, Tim?”
Before he could reply a waiter approached with a tray of drinks. Mendoza engaged the man in a brief conversation in Spanish. Tim again noticed the girl gazing at him curiously. He smiled at her politely. She was very blond with a face perhaps too broad to qualify as pretty. She was Tim’s age or maybe a year older.
“Now, Tim. What was it you said you did at the post?”
“I’m a sergeant,” Tim replied. “I work in the division’s supply warehouse.”
“Ooh, a supply sergeant!” Mendoza gushed. “Is it true about you guys, you know, making deals and rearranging the stuff, like in the movies?”
“Everything is very monitored, Raul.” Tim grinned.
“And who does the monitoring?” the man persisted.
“Well, I’m one of them.”
“You don’t say! Tim, I’d really like to talk to you later, but first let’s have a toast.”
It was a pleasant dinner, even jolly, although Tim found it strange that they were still at it long past midnight. He and Lucy exchanged glances from time to time, but they spoke little. It was Mendoza and Sandra who did all the talking. Finally Mendoza wiped his mouth and put down his napkin.
“Tim,” he said abruptly. “Sandra and I are going to have a party with some other friends. Would you like to come?”
“No, Raul,” Sandra interrupted. “Tim has already explained to me that he would not be interested.”
“Yes, of course. And Lucy isn’t either,” Raul said with an affectionate smile at the girl. “Well, you two young people can keep each other company.”
Mendoza and Sandra rose to their feet.
“We’ll be going now, he said. And Tim, I’d really like to speak with you tomorrow.”
* * *
“Do you prefer older women,” Lucy asked with a cock of her head as she poured a splash of wine into her glass. She waved the near empty bottle at Tim, but he shook his head no.
“I just met her today,” he said nonchalantly.
“My, you work fast.” Lucy smirked at him.
“It was Sandra’s idea. She picked me up hitch-hiking outside the base.”
“So here you are, a hundred miles away. But you didn’t answer my question.”
“Do you prefer older women?”
“No. She was my first. Actually, I prefer young blondes.” Tim leaned toward the girl with his elbows on the table.
“Do you! Are you often lucky?”
“I suppose you expect the truth.” Tim grinned.
“No, I don’t expect it.” She smiled broadly.
“The truth is I’m not as lucky as I’d wish.”
“That’s easy to believe. How old are you? You look awfully young.”
“I’ll be twenty next month. And you?”
“I just turned twenty. I’ll be a sophomore at Pinon College in the autumn.
“I’ll start at Western Michigan then. I’m getting discharged in forty five days.”
“If you want to go to college, you’d better stay away from Raul,” Lucy warned. “He’ll get you into trouble.”
“I don’t plan to work in his whore house.” Tim smirked at the girl.
Lucy giggled. “I can just see you, servicing a waiting line of middle aged women. But I’m serious about Raul, Tim. The man is into everything. He’ll want you to steal from the army.”
“No way will I do that, Lucy. I’ll just humor him until I leave on Sunday.”
“Good luck, but he’s very persuasive.”
“Yes, of course. Let’s take a walk outside and look at the stars.”
“Trying to get lucky with a blonde?” she asked cutely and rose to her feet.
“You’re in control of my luck tonight, Lucy,” he said and also rose. She was half a head shorter than he.
“Tim,” she said playfully as they walked toward the exit that led to the back patio, “I’m neither a virgin nor a prude and I’m lodged tonight in a whore house. How much luck do you really need?”
He took hold of her arm and pulled her to a stop. “There’re snakes out there.”
“They’re less dangerous than the one you possess, if Sandra was telling the truth.”
Tim took her into his arms. She allowed herself to be kissed, although she did not participate much.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “We don’t know each other very well.”
“I once did it with a total stranger, Tim,” she whispered against his lips. “I know you well enough to be at least affectionate while we do it.”
“Do you want to, really?”
“Are you trying to talk me out of it, man? This might explain why you aren’t lucky as often as you like. I want to check out your pheromones.”
“Do you actually believe that shit, Lucy?”
“It’s worth a try. I’m usually up tight when I’m in bed with a guy. Maybe you can do something about what Sandra called unconscious inhibitions.”
They went up the back stairs hand in hand without hurrying. They had all night.
* * *
They heard childish squeals and giggles coming from inside, when they stood in front of Tim’s door. Lucy looked at him with raised eyebrows. Tim shrugged in response and opened the door. Two children knelt on the bed, frozen in surprise for a moment with the opening of the door. They were no older than thirteen, if that. Neither had pubic hair, although the boy was well hung and the girl had small tits.
“Raul didn’t tell us we’d be doing it four way,” the boy said with some glee.
“What are you doing here?” Tim asked the pretty girl with no rancor in his voice.
“My sister doesn’t speak English,” the boy said with a large smile. He was as lovely as the girl, perhaps her twin.
The overhead light glistened from the moisture on his erect cock. They had been fucking.
“Well, perhaps you can tell me,” Tim said to the boy.
“Raul sent us. We’re for you tonight,” he answered simply.
“That is very thoughtful of him, but I won’t need you. You may leave.”
“No, wait, Tim,” Lucy said with a suppressed gasp and clutched his arm.
“Did we interrupt you?” she asked the boy. “Did you finish?”
“Oh no, lady, we were just starting.”
“Then continue with what you were doing. We’ll watch.”
Tim darted a questioning glance at the young woman, but she could not take her eyes off the two children who positioned themselves to resume fucking missionary style. The girl locked her feet across the boy’s lower back as he began to pound into her. Both of them were full of squeals.
“Oh, god, Tim. Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?” she gushed.
“Do you want to join them?” he asked sourly.
“I would never touch a child, Tim, however much I might want to,” she whispered as she rubbed the crotch of her jeans.
The movement and noise on the bed built to a crescendo, the boy and girl yelling out together as they climaxed. Tim thought that such coordination was the result of long practice.
Tim and Lucy stood next to the door as the children quickly dressed. Before they rushed out the boy stopped and said, “If you change your mind just call on the phone. My name is Manuel.”
Tim closed the door behind them. “So this is the specialty of Raul’s whore house!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Lucy replied. “If you want an adult partner, you have to special order.”
“That turned you on, didn’t it: watching children fuck?”
“You’re making a moral judgment, Tim. Didn’t you find it at least esthetically pleasing?”
He did not respond, because the sight of the two kids had aroused him too, although he would never admit it.
“Let’s focus on each other,” he said, taking her into his arms.
“I want to undress for you,” she said, pushing him away. “Sit on the bed and watch.”
She was naked within a minute, and Tim could only marvel at her beauty. Her body, which glowed in sheer blondness, was exquisite in its proportions. Her golden pubic bush was tastefully trimmed, and the areolas of her modest breasts were pale pink surmounted by hard, red nipples. She knew her beauty off set the slight plainness of her face. She brushed by Tim as she climbed onto the bed.
“It’s your turn now, lover,” she said in a sultry whisper as she squirmed provocatively on the bed.
Tim undressed quickly, and when he prepared to pull down his underpants, he face away from her. He then turned slowly to display his seven, fat inches, throbbing in erection.
“Oh, yes, Timmy,” she squealed. “That should do it for me.”
He sat beside her on the bed and licked her raised knee as he ran a hand up and down the leg’s inner thigh.
“I want to eat you up, Lucy,” he said hoarsely and proceeded to kiss down her leg to the pungent, most hair of her groin.
He was good at it, he knew. He had a year’s experience with the girl back home who let him do only that until she finally relented and permitted him to take her cherry.
Tim lapped on Lucy until she cried out and tightly pressed her thighs against his head. He knew to quit, because her clit had become as sensitive as a cock head that had just shot.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he looked down at her face with a smirk, her knees raised on either side of his lower body.
“Stop teasing me, Timmy!” she cried half in exasperation, half in playfulness.
He eased into her tightness and watched her face light up in joyous relief. They stared at each other as they began to fuck, slowly at first. But she quickly lost her composure and began to toss her head and grimace. A small noise accompanied each of her increasingly erratic pants. The girl was powerfully orgasmic, he discovered. He found it almost amusing. She scratched at his arms and thrust herself on him forcefully, wanting it faster and harder. Her eyes became unfocused and her mouth gaped. She emitted a loud cry and her body shuddered. Her lips trembled as she stared into his face with an unspoken plea. She screamed without inhibition, pushing at his chest, but he would not stop. Tim continued his fucking, now for his own pleasure. He appreciated the tightness on his cock as he moved it in and out of her. A familiar tingle announced the approaching climax, and he banged her powerfully until it arrived. Then he fell to his elbows and kissed Lucy’s slack lips as he grunted in ecstasy.
Tim rolled off the girl and snuggled her to him. She blinked open her eyes, startling him.
“I’m still in one piece, lover,” she said hoarsely, “but next time I want to be on top.”
* * *
“Look at this,” Mendoza said when they were alone at the breakfast table, the females having gone off to compare notes about Tim. He slipped a piece of paper to the young man.
“It’s boring, I know. You don’t really have to read it, because I’m sure you’re already familiar with it.”
Tim looked at the paper and his mouth soon gaped.
BS10A Spotter, Battlefield, Hand-held Radar
. Binocular device 16X16X4 cm., 1.6 kg.
. Eyepieces adjustable for separation and focus
. Radar illuminated objective, pulse freq. 720 KHz
. 40 GHz pulse, 4 W. avg. intensity
. Field 20 degrees square at 12 frames per second
. Resolution 200X200 pel
. Usable in air under all field conditions
. Personnel reflectance avg. 40%
. Armored vehicle reflectance avg. 85%
. Wet foliage reflectance avg. 10%
. Range adjustable, maximum effective 400 m.
. Rechargeable Lithium-ion battery, 4 hr. endurance
. US Govt. cost $240,000 ea.
. Status: FFE (Final Field Evaluation)
“Where did you get this!” Tim demanded.
“The real question is where can I get five or ten of these batspots,” Mendoza replied with a grin, tapping the paper. “I understand you people will be shipping several crates of them to Colombia this month.”
“How did you learn that? It’s top secret!”
“I have my sources. You’d be surprised to know who they are.” Mendoza twiddled a pencil through his fingers and looked at the young man with crafty eyes. “I could sell each of them for three times the government’s cost, and it’s worth fifty thousand apiece to you.”
“No! Never!” Tim insisted vehemently and rose to his feet.
“Manuel said you very much enjoyed the exhibition last night with his sister. Think it over, Tim. Think it over.”
* * *
“He’s blackmailing me, Lucy. It’s as simple as that. If I don’t go along with him, he’ll spread the word that I’ve been in Padilla engaging in kiddie sex.”
Tim paced the floor of his room while Lucy sat on the bed watching him fret.
“Let’s leave, Tim. We could be back in La Estrada in two hours. We’ll just ignore Mendoza and this threats.
“There’s no other way,” she added, when Tim stood mute in the middle of the room.
“Well, I suppose it’s worth the risk,” he grumbled. “Mendoza could hardly accuse me of such a thing without exposing his own part in it.”
“My stuff is already in the car, Timmy. Do you have anything to pack?”
“No. I don’t want his clothes,” he said waving an arm at the closet. “Besides they’re too flashy for my taste.”
“Do you want to use the bed one last time?” she asked suggestively with her body almost touching his.
“Please, Lucy. I’m too worried, and you wore me out last night.”
They left the room, went hand in hand down the back stairs and out of the building. When they approached Lucy’s yellow Corvette, a voice boomed from behind them.
“You wouldn’t be leaving without saying good-bye, would you? That’s hardly polite.” It was Mendoza, standing forty yards away with Sandra at his side. “We have business to discuss, Timmy. You can’t avoid it,” he added with a sneer on his lips.
“Please listen to him,” Sandra pleaded, coming forward and taking one of his hands in hers.
“Raul,” she said, “better yet, let me talk to him as we drive back to the Fort.
“I’ll be ready to leave in just a few minutes, darling,” she said to Tim. “You can spend the rest of your pass with me back in La Estrada.”
Tim looked at Lucy, but the girl just shrugged her shoulders and walked away toward the back door of the hotel.
“Go wait in my car, sweetest,” Sandra urged him. “I’ll just be a minute.”
Mendoza followed Lucy back into the hotel.
* * *
It was blistering hot outside the air-conditioned car as they drove across the desert at midday. They had scarcely exchanged a word since they left Padilla a half hour previously.
“Tim,” Sandra finally said in a very sober voice. “I want you to get ten of those devices and deliver them to Mendoza next week.”
“No, I won’t!” Tim exploded. “I intend to tell my CO the entire sorry story.”
“You will not!” Sandra hissed. “Major Henderson is under suspicion of being involved with Mendoza.”
“What are you talking about!” Tim exclaimed in confusion.
“I’m ordering you to steal those devices and hand them over to Mendoza.”
“I’m Lieutenant Colonel Lee of the Adjutant General’s Office, soldier. And you’re going to help us nail Mendoza.”
Tim looked desperately around and could find no place to hide. “But, but,” he stammered, “what about last night?”
“Yes, that was fun, wasn’t it, Timmy?” She grinned at him. “And there’s no reason we can’t do it again, discretely, of course. But you will cooperate with us. Mendoza has been stealing us blind.”
“What about Lucy?” he inquired rather plaintively.
“She’s just a kid from the suburbs who is excited by Raul’s way of life. She isn’t really involved in his schemes, and her father will keep her out of trouble. He has a lot of influence. You’d rather be with her, wouldn’t you?”
“I’d rather be back in Michigan, ma’am.”
“Ma’am? We’re alone, sweetie! Call me anything but ma’am. I have a place outside La Estrada where we can spend the remainder of the weekend. Then on Monday we’ll get down to business.”
* * *
Sandra’s adobe cottage sat in the middle of a fenced acre of parched desert land beyond the city limits of La Estrada. The heat outside the car was like that of a blast furnace, and they hurried to enter the house.
“It’ll cool off in here rather quickly, Tim,” Sandra assured him, turning on the air conditioner, “but you might as well strip anyway.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responded with a smirk.
She made a face at him and went into the bathroom. Before he heard the toilet flush, Tim was naked, his cock at half-mast. After a minute Sandra opened the bathroom door and entered the living room, her voluptuous body also naked.
“So,” she said, “we seem to be in agreement, soldier.”
“How may I please you, ma’am?”
“Let’s stop this nonsense, Timmy,” she chided him and circled his waist with her arms.
They kissed as they stood in the middle of the room.
“I want something special, lover, something I haven’t felt in years. I don’t suppose you have any experience in butt fucking.”
“No, no I haven’t,” he replied, intrigued by the notion. Sandra had a very generous behind.
“Well, I’d rather you not fuck me all the way. I just want to feel you inside me there for a while. Go get the Vaseline in the bathroom. I’ll wait for you on the bed.”
Tim found the jar in the medicine cabinet. He scooped out a glob and slickened his cock, bringing it stiff. Sandra lay on her stomach, when he entered the bedroom, his cock wagging back and forth as he walked. Her broad thighs splayed against the bed. The hump of her buttocks rose like a dramatic, fleshy hill. This is indeed an ass worth fucking, he thought as he climbed upon the bed and pushed the woman’s legs apart.
“Be gentle, darling,” she implored in a nervous voice.
He lowered his body to hers, between her legs. He spread her ass cheeks with the fingers of one hand while he guided his cock to her puckered hole with the other.
“Oh!” she exclaimed and her body jerked, when the head of his cock popped into her.
“Slowly,” she begged, and she moaned as he penetrated her inch by inch.
He was finally all the way in, his belly against her butt, his thighs touching hers, his hands around her filled with tit.
“God, you’re soft, Sandra.”
“Give me a slow stroke,” she gasped, and he obliged her, coming out almost all the way and pushing back in again.
He felt her finger brush against his cock as she frigged herself.
“Keep stroking me, darling, until I tell you to quit.”
“No, no, keep doing it slowly,” she gasped after a bit, when he gave her a more powerful jab. But when he continued in the same manner, she soon exclaimed, “God! Timmy! How can you do this? In my ass! You’re going to make me come!”
She cried out in orgasm and her body shuddered.
“Get off now,” she urged him after a minute.
Tim obeyed. He stood next to the bed gazing at the woman who raised herself on an elbow and looked back at him.
“Come on,” she ordered, rolling onto her back. “I don’t care about the shitty cock. Fuck me silly like you did last night.”
* * *
“Major Henderson, sir.”
“Oh, yes, O’Connell. You’re back. Did you enjoy your weekend?”
“It was rather bizarre, sir.”
“Bizarre is good, but did you get laid?”
“Yes sir!” Tim replied coming to attention, grinning.
“Splendid, splendid. It helps to prevent acne, getting laid. At least that’s what my dad used to say.”
“Sir, would you mind if I kept a loose schedule for the next couple of days? I have a lot of running around to do before my discharge.”
“Sure, sure, short timer. We’re not very busy just now in any case.”
That had been so easy, Tim thought, when he left the office and went into the cavernous warehouse crammed with aisle after aisle of stacked crates along with shelving for smaller items. He dodged a whirring forklift that zoomed by. The new batspots destined for the Colombian army were piled in crates at a shipping area near the rear of the building. Tim jumped aboard an idle forklift and drove himself there.
He knew that all the warehouse guys were up front for the morning coffee break, which usually stretched on for twenty minutes or more. He had plenty of time. With a crowbar he systematically pried open ten crates and withdrew a batspot from each, placing it into an empty wooden box retrieved from under a shipping platform. He understood that when the shipment arrived in Cartagena it would be plundered of half its contents before it reached the Colombian army. His stolen ten would not be missed.
Sandra was waiting next to her car, when he pressed the button to open the rattling overhead door of the warehouse. He drove the fork lift into the hot sun with its burden of a single box.
“Did you have any trouble?” she asked with concern.
He shook his head and grinned. “It’s amazing we have anything left in this place.”
The two of them lifted the box, heavy mainly because of solid military packaging, into the trunk of the Taurus.
“Why are you in civilian clothes?” he asked her, thinking it odd.
“You don’t expect me to go to Padilla in uniform, do you?”
“But what about the MPs?”
“What MPs?” she asked in confusion. “Oh, yes, I understand now. You thought we’d go down there with a military escort and just arrest Mendoza. It doesn’t work that way, Timmy. First he has to take possession of the goods, and he wouldn’t do that with MPs standing around.”
“So we’re going down there alone?” Tim asked with some concern.
“We’re military, Tim. We can’t arrest anybody. We’ll have civilian back up, when we get there,”
They drove past a guard post of the fenced supply compound, Tim smiling at the guard who was a barrack mate and who waved them through without the least suspicion. They were away, free and clear.
* * *
They drove the two hours through the desert scarcely exchanging a word. Tim began to worry about the entire operation, to have niggling doubts that he could not bring himself to express to Sandra. She seemed to be particularly somber that morning.
The main street of Padilla was virtually empty of people as they drove into town. Perhaps, Tim thought, everyone was sleeping it off and preparing for another wild party after the sun set. Mendoza’s hotel baked in the heat of the day. Tim began to feel a panic grip his belly. Mendoza waited for them in the shade of the awning with Lucy clinging to his beefy arm possessively.
“Did you get them?” the Mexican called as Sandra brought the car to a halt and climbed out.
“Didn’t I promise you, sweetie?” she replied and pushed Lucy away so she could kiss the man.
Tim, realizing at last that he had been deceived like a raw virgin, struggled to get behind the wheel of the car, intending to drive away with the loot. Mendoza, however, yanked open the driver’s door and pulled him out, tossing him onto the dusty driveway.
“Why are you so eager to leave, Tim?” he asked with a smirk, taking hold of the young man’s arm and helping him to his feet. “Your reward is waiting for you inside.”
Mendoza then shouted some words in Spanish and two guys appeared. They lifted the box from the trunk of the car and carried it into the building.
“Let’s get out of this heat,” he then said. “I’ve some drinks waiting for us.”
Sandra walked with Mendoza, her arms awkwardly around his waist. They talked animatedly in Spanish. She giggled at one point. Lucy and Tim followed behind, neither of them at all happy with the situation, especially Tim, who felt like an absolute fool.
The interior of the hotel was blessedly cool. A waiter appeared from the bar with a tray of drinks which he distributed to the four of them.
“Let’s toast to the successful end of our venture,” Mendoza announced with a broad grin, glass held high. “I already have a buyer in Zurich who will pay generously for the goods.”
Tim did not join them in the toast, although he drank from thirst.
“Here, Timmy,” Sandra said sweetly as she came up to him and stuffed a roll of money into his shirt pocket. “It’s not as much as Raul promised, but it’s more than you’ve ever seen.”
Tim glared at her bitterly, but she smiled warmly.
“Let’s party!” Mendoza exclaimed, bringing both women to him with his arms, each of his hands on a breast. “Tim, do you want to watch me fuck two beautiful women in turn?” he asked with a smirk. “You can have seconds, or would you prefer Manuel and his sister?
“Yes!” Sandra agreed loudly. “Let’s all get naked and fuck our brains out.”
Lucy seemed to like that idea, and she began to undo the buttons on her dress with an eager smile.
“Not here, lovely one,” Mendoza roared joyfully at her. “Not in public. Let’s go upstairs. I’ll have the children join us too. We’ll have an orgy to celebrate our victory.”
Tim fumed, but he could not imagine how to leave.
“Raul, darling,” Sandra shouted gleefully in the spirit of the moment. “You should pick up one of those devices and give it a big kiss.”
“Yes, sweetheart. I’ll even lick it,” he said, leaning down to retrieve one from the box at his feet.
“Senor Mendoza!” a stern voice called abruptly from the front entrance.
Tim looked up and saw a civilian standing just inside the door flanked by two heavily armed policemen. Two other men in civilian clothes brandished assault rifles and pushed past them into the hotel’s lobby. Other armed men rushed in from the back entrance.
“You’re under arrest,” the stranger announced and two men took hold of Mendoza’s arms.
He did not struggle but just stared at Sandra with his mouth agape.
“Good work, Colonel Lee,” the stranger said with a grin. “And you too, O’Connell. “Who is this woman?” he asked suspiciously, nodding at Lucy.
“She’s with us Mr. Shepard,” Sandra said quickly. “You seem to have it all wrapped up.”
“Yes, everything except the paper work, and you’ll be hearing from me about that.
* * *
A blissful Tim lay naked on Sandra’s bed as the woman washed his cock with a warm, wet towel.
“Can’t I be next, Sandra?” Lucy complained in a contrite tone of voice.
Sandra’s eyes glittered with anticipation at the thing in her fingers. “You can have what’s left of him when I’m finished.”