Renegade 33

by Lou Cameron

  He grimaced and said, ‘Some must, from the way they act. That’s one perversion I don’t seem to enjoy for some reason. I wish I did. Life would be simpler if I could come that way too. But I’m stuck with having to chase dames when I’m not fighting men.’

  ‘I came today, right after I stabbed that prisoner. I mean, I came with my free hand when I got so excited, stabbing him over and over while guns were going off all around me. I begged for you to stop and fuck me in the middle of the battle, but you did not hear me. So I had to just fuck my fingers.’

  ‘Yeah, well, I was sort of busy at the time. Can we knock off this conversation, Rosita? I really have other things on my mind right now.’

  She sighed and said, ‘Once I start thinking about such things, I cannot stop until I come. Would you be very angry if I abused myself in our bedroll before you joined me, Dick?’

  ‘Hell, be my guest. Nine out of ten people do it, and the tenth one’s a liar. Try to save a little for me, okay?’

  She said, ‘Okeedokee!’ and scampered off to masturbate. He knew he was going to wind up doing the same thing if he didn’t do something about the hard-on he had right now. But jerking off would be dumb as hell, given his current options. So he reassembled the Maxim, covered it with the night tarp, and moved innocently away from the fire, as if to inspect the hell out of something else before he circled around to join Teresa in the nearer hut.

  As he crawled in with her and started to undress, Teresa said, ‘You certainly take some things for granted.’ Which was pretty dumb, even coming from her, since she lay naked atop the bedding. He stopped unbuttoning to tell her, ‘Look, if you’d rather I come another time in another place, it can be arranged.’

  She sighed and said, ‘Oh, well, as long as you’re here, I know you’ll just pout until I give in to you. So—’

  ‘Would you like to bet money on that?’ He cut in with a mocking laugh. She spread her pale thighs and sighed. ‘Oh, let us not argue about it, Dick. As long as you have already cut the loaf, what does another slice matter?’

  He finished undressing, got in position above her, and inserted his throbbing erection in place, but not all the way in as he said, ‘Okay, say pretty please with sugar on it.’

  ‘I beg your pardon? Aren’t you going to do it, for heaven’s sake?’

  ‘Not unless you tell me you want me to. I can be a pain in the ass too.’

  She giggled despite herself and moved her pelvis up to swallow him alive. But he moved back and insisted, ‘I want you to ask for it.’

  She said, ‘Very well, I confess I do not mind at all.’

  ‘Not good enough. I’m not an animal you’re indulging. I’m a human being. I never go where I’m not welcome, see?’

  She was breathing harder now. She said, ‘You’re welcome, you’re welcome, why are you teasing us both this way, Dick?’

  ‘Because I don’t like teasing. Do you want to fuck or don’t you?’

  ‘You know what I want, you mean thing.’

  ‘I want to hear you say it. I want you to ask me to fuck you.’

  ‘I could never say that wicked word.’

  ‘Okay, then I won’t fuck you.’

  But as he started to withdraw she gasped and pleaded, ‘No! Don’t stop! Not now, for God’s sake!’

  ‘What do you want me to do, Teresa?’

  She sobbed, closed her eyes, and whispered, ‘I wish for you to ... to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!’

  So he did. He could be a good sport. And once her reserve was broken, Teresa talked so dirty that he was a little shocked, although he tried his best to do what she kept begging him to do. It was simply not possible to shove it up her till it came out her mouth, as she suggested. But he hooked her knees over his elbows and spread her wider to get in deeper than she could remember ever having had any man before. She was begging for it deeper as she climaxed with him. And then he saw he’d created a monster. For that night she didn’t turn over and fall asleep as usual. She kept begging for more in a low, throaty growl, enjoying her newfound vulgarity. So he was in her doggie-style, a novel experience for her, she insisted, when Rosita crawled in, swore, and said, ‘I was afraid this is where I would find you, Dick! Is this what you call inspecting the outposts?’

  He kept humping Teresa from behind as he soothed, ‘Don’t be uncouth. You knew I had two adelitas, and the first time I saw you in this position you were doing it with another man.’

  Rosita blushed and said, ‘Oh, shit, you have a memory like an elephant. But as long as we are on the subject, do you mind if I join you?’

  Teresa, taking it all the way with her spine arched for more, tried to sound ladylike, anyway, as she protested, ‘You can’t be serious! Do you two take me for a woman who indulges in Roman orgies?’

  Rosita pointed out that this was Costa Rica as she shucked her skirt and blouse to roll in with them, saying, ‘Hurry and finish, Dick. I want some, too, very, very much!’

  He didn’t answer. He was doing his best, it felt grand, but he was thrown off-stride by having to screw in front of a cheering section. Teresa must have shared his distress, though she sure kept her pale rump moving nicely as she moaned, ‘Rosita, will you please get out of here? Can you not see we are busy?’

  Rosita said, ‘I can’t see much at all from here.’ So she rolled under Teresa to lie face up beneath her, her head under Captain Gringo’s bounding balls as she giggled and said, ‘Madre de Dios, what a view from here! You sure are getting it good, Teresa. You want me to help?’

  Teresa moaned, ‘Leave me alone, damn it!’ as the roguish peon girl reached up to finger her clit and the wet rim Captain Gringo was sliding in and out of. Rosita tickled his nuts with the other hand as she purred, ‘Oh, isn’t this fun?’

  He didn’t answer. She was so right. Teresa sobbed, ‘Stop it, stop it, do you take me for a lesbian, you lesbian?’

  Rosita protested innocently, ‘Hey, what is this lesbian shit? How could you be a lesbian while a man is fucking you so hard, eh?’

  ‘Oh, Jesus, this is terrible! I am being masturbated by a woman while a man ... faster, Dick! Faster, faster, faster!’

  ‘Play with me, too,’ Rosita demanded as she furiously massaged the confused Teresa. But Teresa ignored her to shudder in orgasm and fall weakly atop her as Captain Gringo, still trying, followed. So they wound up crushing Rosita as their love mat while she in turn licked both of them as Teresa wept and wailed face down between her thighs until suddenly she was licking Rosita, too, and a good come was had by all.

  As they all went limp and cuddly, Rosita sighed and said, ‘Will you two roll off and give a girl some air for to breathe? It is my turn with that glorious cock now, no?’

  Teresa rolled weakly off, sobbing, ‘Oh, both of you are just horrid! I shall never be able to face either of you in the light of day after this!’

  Rosita said, ‘Who cares? I don’t wish to look at you, anyway, if you have to act so snooty. Can we do it now, Dick?’

  He said he’d try. Teresa began to bawl when he mounted Rosita. Rosita said, ‘Oh, hell, move over this way and let me lick you so you won’t feel left out.’

  Teresa said she couldn’t, even as she did. It sure looked odd to Captain Gringo as Teresa faced him, kneeling on Rosita’s face while he enjoyed the rest of her. He couldn’t see anything of Rosita above her rapidly moving chin, and as his passion began to mount again, he had to kiss somebody. So he got stiff-armed above Rosita and kissed Teresa as she leaned forward, bracing herself with a hand on either of Rosita’s breasts so that once again a good come was had by all.

  After that, a guy just had to stop for a smoke. So he begged for mercy and rolled out of the way to light his claro. As the match flared he saw that the two girls were now going sixty-nine, Rosita on top this time. It was nice to know that his adelitas had become such good friends. It was kind of exciting to watch too. By the time they’d come again that way, he was reinspired but having trouble choosing, since the pale Castilian girl was j
ust as yummy as the darker, earthier Rosita. Rosita was closer and aimed right. So he mounted her first, and she’d calmed enough to give him a nice old-fashioned lay as Teresa watched, in a detached way, commenting from time to time on his performance until it was her turn to lay him and Rosita’s chance to make suggestions. In the end the three of them went to sleep together, each girl resting her head on one of his shoulders as one or the other toyed with the hair on his chest while the other held his privates protectively. It sure beat the commuting he’d been doing up until then. He wondered how long such a good thing could last.

  The next morning Captain Gringo and some of his men led the horses up to the higher savannah while Gaston held the fort. They broke out of the line of trees into the open range that hadn’t been grazed too recently, judging by the length of the grass between the widespread mimosa and live oak. Once the hungry horses were turned loose on the grass, they commenced to graze. Captain Gringo told his herders not to worry about that. They’d start drifting soon enough after leaving plenty of confusing hoofprints. Meanwhile, they had to get back down the slope without leaving a sign.

  That was impossible, in places. But since any trackers would expect to see plenty of human footprints among the hoofprints in any case, they got around the problem by walking backward down the slope where the soil was telltale.

  When they got back to camp hours later, Gaston had made the others douse the fires and pack, of course. Better yet, as long as he’d had time to kill, Gaston had had the mules they were keeping led quietly north into the virgin jungle and used brush to scuff over the few marks they’d left near camp.

  No barefoot peon was about to leave a footprint in forest duff unless he or she chose to. Captain Gringo and Gaston took off their boots for a while and brought up the rear, brushing away the very few marks they spotted in their wake. They assumed no scouts would circle more than a mile ahead of an obvious change in direction. So once they had their boots back on, Captain Gringo ordered another forced march and the hell with leaving tracks. Whether his ruse worked or not, he wanted to put some distance between his people and anyone chasing them. During a short trail break Teresa, now in a much better mood for some reason, asked how he could be sure that anyone was after them at all. He told her he sincerely hoped nobody was, adding, ‘If we can get these others to the San Juan without another fight, things are looking up for one and all. Those other bozos driven down into Costa Rica were from the other side in the civil war. So Grenada is on top right now. Or it was a few days ago. It’s so hard to tell m Nicaragua. Anyway, once we get to a river crossing, if nobody wants to make anything out of it, we’ll send this bunch on alone.’

  ‘I hope so. I never wish for to meet Rosita in Limón!’

  ‘I thought you liked her now.’

  Teresa blushed and said, ‘I do, too much, according to my faith’s teachings. If she ever gets to Limón, she will be in a position for to blackmail me now, no?’

  He shook his head and said, ‘I don’t think she’d ever think of that on her own. So don’t give her ideas.’

  ‘But what if she tells others with more imagination, Dick?’

  ‘Look, she’s not at all likely to ever pay a call on a high-class dame whose address she doesn’t know, in another country.’

  ‘But what shall I do if she ever does? You should not have made us act so wicked, Dick!’

  ‘I didn’t know it was my idea. She’s not going to try to blackmail you. If she proves me wrong, you just have to deny it, see? Who’d ever believe that a snotty Spanish dame like you would go sixty-nine with a mestiza?’

  She blushed even pinker and stammered, ‘I—I know I would not, if I had not been there. Do we have to do things that way again this evening, Dick?’

  ‘Let’s see how we all feel this evening. Right now I’d feel sure I wouldn’t want either of you for a month, if I hadn’t been there.’

  By sundown he wasn’t so sure. After a hard day on the trail he crawled into the sack just to lie flat while they decided, and they decided one more time couldn’t hurt, since they were all going to hell in any case and might as well enjoy the time they had left for such sinful behavior.

  The next few nights went much the same, very enjoyable, while the next few days were sheer hell. As they approached the San Juan, the land this far east got even soggier where the timber grew high. He rejected the motion to swing over to the higher country again for two reasons. Even if they’d thrown off pursuit, they were more likely to encounter border patrols in horse country, and, in any case, the high country wasn’t all that high as one approached the river running most of the way across Central America from the Nicaraguan lakes to the west.

  They spent their last day south of the border cutting through manic vegetation with machetes. So when they did reach the river, they were almost as surprised as the river might have been. One minute the lead machete man was chopping spinach, and the next thing he knew he was clinging to a stalk of gumbo limbo to keep from falling down the red clay bank into the muddy San Juan.

  Captain Gringo and Gaston joined the machete crew to stare soberly across the wide, silent water. The far bank looked much the same. Thanks to the season, the river was low but not low enough to wade in this stretch. When his worried machete boss pointed this out, Captain Gringo said, ‘What can I tell you, Marcos? The shallow fords will all be guarded, now that the fortunes of war have shifted to the north. Your best bet will be to cross here, where nobody on either side seems to be watching. It’s not as if there are no trees to cut down for rafts around here, you know. Look, there’s a nice balsa, right behind you.’

  Marcos nodded but asked, ‘What are we to do once we get to the other side, if you shall no longer be leading us, Captain Gringo?’

  The taller American smiled gently and said, ‘That’s up to you. It’s not my fight. Frankly I think both factions are led by homicidal lunatics. If you guys want to go on fighting for the Grenada faction, that’s your problem. If you want some fatherly advice, you could just scatter and all go home, once back in your own country. Someone ought to be raising bananas instead of hell, you know.’

  Marcos looked stubborn and said something about libertad. The others growled the same way. Captain Gringo knew better than to argue. He could see that a civil war between people who called themselves liberals and shot everyone who tried to vote versus a side that called itself conservative and tore down everything in sight was sort of weird, but would anyone ever listen?

  He said, ‘Bueno. There’s time to build plenty of rafts before dark. After dark you can ferry across, move into the far jungle a ways, and fort up until you can figure out who’s winning and which way you want to march or run.’

  ‘What about the mules and the machine gun, Yanqui?’

  ‘Let’s not get pouty, Marcos. You get to keep your toys. Just make sure you build big enough rafts. We’re keeping a couple of carbines, ammo and supplies, and we have to go home now.’

  ‘You are keeping the women, of course?’

  ‘One for sure. She came with us, so she goes with us. I’ll ask the others what they want to do. Meanwhile, you’d better start cutting timbers, muchachos.’

  He moved back to the main column with Gaston in tow and told them that they had time to build cook fires if they kept them small and used dry wood. Then they took Teresa, Rosita, and Tobasca aside to give them the latest poop.

  Nobody had to ask Teresa how she felt about going to Nicaragua. Tobasca sighed and said it was her duty to stay with her army. That was what she called it, an army. Rosita hesitated. She asked Teresa about the job situation in Limón. When the Spanish girl said she could no doubt find employment as a house chica there, Rosita swore and said, ‘Shit, I am a soldada, not a cleaner of other women’s houses!’ So Captain Gringo said he understood and forgave her for putting duty above passion. It felt great to have something turn out right for a change.

  They all went back to enjoy a last meal together. Captain Gringo broke out some ammo for
the carbines they’d be taking with them and gave the old Maxim a last once-over before surrendering it back to La Caza. It was getting dark when Marcos joined them to say, ‘The rafts are ready. Ah, the muchachos have elected me as leader now.’

  Captain Gringo nodded and said, ‘Bueno. They made a wise choice. I’m sure you’ll get them all safely home or wherever. We’ll just camp here for the night and head back when it’s light again.’

  ‘It is a long way. What if you run into those Costa Ricans we have worked so hard for to avoid?’

  ‘If we can’t avoid them, we’ll probably be able to bullshit them. La señorita, here, is Costa Rican, and neither of us are wanted by them for anything they know about.’

  ‘Perhaps, but what if they make you talk?’

  ‘What’s to talk about? By morning you guys will be out of their reach in any case. By the way, do you know how to fire that Maxim?’

  ‘Rosita says she does, after watching you. For why do you ask?’

  ‘If you’re afraid someone might trail you across the border, you might want to set it up on the far bank to cover your rear until you know you’re safe. Do you want me to show you how it works? The head spacing can be a little tricky,’

  Marcos shrugged and said, ‘The woman knows all about such things. In a pinch I know how to pull any trigger. We have to start moving out now. I am sorry we must part, after all the times we shared.’

  Captain Gringo shook hands with the new leader and told him to go with God. As Marcos turned away Gaston observed, ‘Eh bien, that one has something sneaky going on behind the eyeballs, Dick!’

  ‘I noticed. Let’s hope he just felt awkward. I know I did. He’d be dumb to turn on us now.’

  ‘Merde alors, do any of them look smart? Consider where they wish to go, and why, when it’s so much safer and almost as profitable shining shoes!’

  Captain Gringo rose, stretched, and helped Teresa to her feet, saying, ‘Okay, gang. Let’s move it back along the trail a ways.’