There was no way in hell this wasn't going to get ugly. I was in the middle of Nicaragua, the rest of my team was dead and it was two hundred miles to where I had left the lone support member in Costa Rica. I work for Centaur Security. We provide safe work environments in hostile situations, hostage rescue and paramilitary support for corporations around the world. This was supposed to be a little of both the first two. Our competitors had been guarding the oil compound and there had been a massive security failure. A group of guerilla fighters had hit the compound. They wiped out the security forces and took over the compound. There were hostages, including the CEO of the company, his daughter and four geologists.
When I got involved it had been ten days since the attack. I dropped in with a team of six and we took up positions. At three in the morning we made our move and it was a good one. Unfortunately, I had a newbie on my team. He was an ex-military type and thought he was a cowboy. He saw a group of six of the guerillas and opened fire. He got them but it was like kicking an ant's nest. They came boiling out and we killed them like flies for ten minutes. After that we started dying. I shot the cowboy myself when my last old timer went down. Now I was just interested in getting away. I ducked into a building and there were three of them inside. I took a bullet in my left thigh before I got them. When I burst through the door into the last room on my way out the back I saw her. She was handcuffed to the bed and she was alive. I hesitated for a minute. She was gagged and blindfolded and shaking. I unlocked the cuffs and took off the blindfold. I left the gag on.
"I'm here to rescue you," I told her. "Are any of the others alive?"
She shook her head. "What about your father?" I asked. She began to cry hysterically and shook her head again. "Are you hurt?" I asked her. Another shake of her head. I pulled her up and we went out the back door like our tails were on fire. I headed south as quick as I could manage with my bum leg. She wasn't much faster with her hands still behind her and the gag on. When we stopped she began to make sounds. I motioned her to whisper and took the handcuffs off. She pulled the gag off and panted for a while.
"Thanks for coming," she said. "You're a little late for the rest of them."
"What happened?" I asked her.
"They figured out there wasn't going to be a ransom," she said. "They were going to sell me. There was some kind of big shot that was coming in tomorrow they were going to sell me to. I heard the shooting; where are the rest of your men?"
"They're dead," I told her. "We're going to be dead if we don't hump it out of here."
"Is there a chopper coming to get us?" she asked.
"Well, that was the plan," I said. "That went to hell when Jenkins went down. He had the radio and I don't feel like going back to get it."
"Christ, what kind of incompetents are you," she asked. "Are you telling me we're out here in the jungle and we're going to have to walk out?"
"I guess you could still be back there handcuffed to a bed," I told her. "Maybe you'd like to go back. Maybe the slaver coming tomorrow will give you a helicopter ride. Maybe to some nice place where a nice little white girl would be appreciated and given helicopter rides. Then, maybe after she was raped about a thousand times they'd give you a nice comfy grave to sleep in."
She opened and closed her mouth several times. Plainly she was furious and just as plainly she wasn't used to being talked to like that. I didn't give a damn. My leg was hurting like hell and I was going to have to use it. The bullet was still in there and I wasn't looking forward to taking it out.
"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that," she started. "Do you know who I am?"
"Sure," I said. "You're a spoiled, arrogant, ungrateful little bitch that doesn't have a clue how bad this situation is. Now shut the fuck up and start walking!"
I limped off and when I looked back she was sitting down, her arms crossed and every bone in her body yelling stubbornness. I kept walking and when I disappeared into the trees I heard her coming.
"Wait," she called. "Don't leave me here you son-of-a-bitch. Come back here!"
I kept walking. She had quite a mouth on her. She cussed me up one side and down the other but she kept walking. After we had two hours and five miles behind us I sat down on a rock and gave her a drink. She drank half a canteen and I finished it off. I looked her over. She was a cute little thing. Under the dirt and sweat I could see she would clean up nice. She had long, strawberry blonde hair, dark brown eyes that were very large and angry looking right now. She had a cute little nose and full red lips that would have been very cute had they not been pulled into a frown.
She wasn't talking, for which I was grateful, and after we rested ten minutes, I started off again. We walked south the rest of the day and just before dark we came to a small river. It was a fairly clear one and I turned down it. We came to a clearing in the jungle after a few minutes. It had a game trail along one side and there was collared peccary drinking when we came to the edge of the trees. I screwed the silencer on my .45 and shot him twice. He dropped and I ran and cut his throat. I used a cord to pull him up on a limb and field dressed him. She looked like she was in shock.
"I can't believe you killed that cute little pig," she finally said.
I ignored her. She watched while I strung a tarp up to keep off the inevitable rain and started a fire. I found the kind of green sapling I wanted and two more with forks in them. I cut the back straps out of the peccary and impaled them on the sapling. I put it on the two forked branches and we had a nice spit to roast him on. There was a flat rock near the river and I sat on it while I boiled water. When it was rolling I took off my pants. The leg was soaked with blood and the bullet hole was oozing.
"My God," she said. "You've been shot! You were walking all day on that!"
"Yeah, I noticed," I growled. "You know anything about bullet wounds?"
"Actually, I do," she said. "I'm in medical school. I'm going to be a trauma surgeon."
"Good girl," I said. "Will you help me?"
"What do you want me to do?" she asked. "This isn't exactly an operating room."
"No," I laughed. "You're not exactly a doctor and I'm not exactly an emergency room patient. We'll just have to make do." I could feel the bullet on the back of my thigh. "I need you to cut this bullet out. It won't be hard; you can see it. Then I need you to sew me up. I have alcohol. We'll pour that in. I have suture materials too."
"I've never really operated on anything but a dead cat," she said.
"I'm going to be a dead cat if we don't get this cleaned up," I laughed. "You'll do fine. Help me, please."
I got the boiling water and put the supplies on the rock. I poured alcohol on a scalpel out of the medical kit and held it out. I lay on my belly on the rock and she hesitantly made the cut. I could feel the bullet pop out and then there was pain when she cleaned the wound. She stitched it up and I rolled onto my back. There was a lot more pain when she cleaned and stitched up the wound on the front of my thigh. I was lucky it hadn't hit a bone or a big artery. I got up and took my pants down to the stream to wash out the blood. Nothing came out of the water to eat me so I stripped off and walked to my backpack. I could feel her eyes following me. I got a bar of soap out and waded out into the river at a shallow spot. I bathed, washing away the blood on my thigh and washing out my clothes. She stood on the bank and watched me.
"How long since you had a bath?" I asked her.
"Days," she said. "I smell worse than that pig you killed."
"Come on in," I told her. "It's cool, but it's clean."
"I'm not taking my clothes off in front of you," she said.
"Ok, suit yourself," I said. "We're going to be together for weeks. The pig is going to be a delicious bouquet of fragrance compared to you by the time we get there. There won't always be somewhere to take a bath."
"I'll wait until you're finished," she said. "You can turn your back."
"Forget it," I said. "You don't have any soap anyway."
"I can use yours," she said. "I sewed you up and cut out that bullet."
"Yes, and I saved you from slavery," I told her. "I'll call that even. I'm going to protect you until we get out of this."
"You're an asshole," she said. "Are you telling me that you're going to make me take off my clothes or you won't let me use the soap?"
"No, I was just kidding you," I laughed. "I'll let you use the soap, but I'm not turning my back. I'll get out and I won't watch much. I'm going to keep an eye on you though. Something might come up out of the river and eat you. I'm not going to let that happen."
"What might be there," she asked.
"An alligator, a crocodile, a boa constrictor or a jaguar might come out of the jungle," I told her. If you stay in the shallows here you should avoid the first two."
I got out and walked back past her to the fire. I turned the pig and he was starting to smell pretty good. She stripped and waded out. I was a gentleman and I didn't stare, but what I saw was spectacular. This was one fantastic looking girl. No wonder they kept her alive. She would have brought a fortune on the slave market. She washed her clothes and put her underwear back on before she came out to the fire. I got dressed and foraged around for something to eat with the pig. I quickly found sapote fruit, mammee apples, and plantains. I picked my shirt full and carried them back to the fire. She had turned the pig and I put a flat rock in the fire and placed the plantains on it.
I got camp plates and forks out and split the fruit. She ate the sapote fruit and loved it and the mammee apple not so much. I told her it was rumored to be an aphrodisiac and she blushed prettily. The pig was done and I took the spit off and cut a portion for her, then one for myself. I had salt and I gave her some. I popped open the plantains and we dug in.
"Wow," she exclaimed. "This is very good. I'm amazed. Sorry about bitching when you killed it. The banana is good too."
"I forgive you," I said. "It's a plantain. It looks like a big green banana but it needs to be cooked. I'm sorry I was so hard on you earlier. We're just in a jam here and I needed you to wake up."
"I don't even know your name," she said. "I'm Kalen Osborne."
"I know," I said. "Dace Maron. We had a hell of an introduction, Kalen."
"Are you in the Army or something?" she asked.
"No, I'm private security. Better than what you had, though. Your father should have hired me. I'm sorry about him, Kalen. I know it must be tough on you."
She nodded. "Thanks. We were pretty close. It was eight days ago and I'm sort of cried out."
I looked her over. She was scrapped up quite a bit and she had some bruises. She was gorgeous! She just had on her bra and panties and she could have been the centerfold in any magazine on the planet. She must be smart too, if she was in medical school. She was rich and I guess she had the total package going on. She got up and put her shirt on. I regretted seeing all that golden skin disappear, but she said bugs were on her. The fire and the smoke would keep them away for now but they were going to be brutal later. Luckily, I have mosquito netting and DEET.
"Kalen, I hate to break up our new found unity, but I only have one set of blankets and one pad," I told her. "I only have one mosquito net too. You're going to have to share with me. I'm not making a pass at you or anything, that's just the way it is here at the Ritz jungle."
She laughed. It was the first time I had heard it and I vowed to make her do it again. "It's ok," she said. "You were right about me. I'm a spoiled brat. I'm going to bitch and moan all the way back. I apologize in advance."
I cut the rest of the peccary up and she helped me put it over the fire to smoke. We built it up and put green wood on it to smoke and last the night. I quick rinse in the river and it was time to turn in. My Ensolite pad is seven feet by four feet. It rolls up small and compact and it's very high density. It's as comfortable as it gets sleeping on the ground. I don't use a sleeping bag unless it's cold and it was anything but cold. It was damp, especially after it started raining. I had dug a trench around the tarp and built up a dike around the inside. The trench led off toward the river and the water ran down it in a stream.
I hung the netting, spread out our blanket and we lay down. Our clothes were making us sweat like pigs. It wasn't long before I was smothering. "To hell with this," I said. "I'm stripping off. I'm sorry Kalen, but I can't stand this humidity."
"It's ok," she said. "I'm just as miserable as you are. I'm going to join you."
We stripped to our underwear and lay back down. The fire hissed and the flame died a little. The rain stopped and the humming of insects filled the air. We were safe under the netting and I eventually fell asleep. I think Kalen was still awake when I went to sleep. When I woke up, it was very foggy. Steam rose from the river and drifted across the camp. It was quiet and the sun would burn the fog off in an hour of two. Kalen was still asleep. I couldn't help giving her a once over with my eyes. I felt like I was molesting her and I quickly turned away. I got the fire stirred up a little and I had a loaf of hard bread in my pack and a package of sharp cheese. I cut some fat from the peccary and fried the bread. I put cheese and slices of the pig on the bread. Kalen was stirring and she sat up. She must have been a little disoriented but when she saw me she crossed her arms across her breasts and quickly found her shirt. It was long and she didn't put on her pants yet. Her legs were bare and beautiful. She was tall and slender and her legs looked like they rose forever. She came out of the netting and sat on a log by me. We ate the bread and it was delicious. I rolled up the meat in paper and we packed up. Crossing the river in the shallows we put our boots on and started south again.
I wondered if the guerilla's would look for us. We hit them pretty hard and I doubted they wanted any more of what I would give them. Their profit was gone with Kalen and they had nothing to sell the slaver when he came. If they survived that encounter they would be lucky. We would cross another small river in the evening if everything went well. My leg was stiff as a board and as sore as a boil. It limbered up as we walked but it still hurt like hell. Kalen began to talk as we walked. I liked hearing the sound of her voice. It was low, husky and musical. I wondered if she sung and thought it would sound like one of those old jazz singers from the depression era. She talked about everything; where she lived, where she went to school, her friends, her fiancée, the route we were taking and I made the appropriate responses to keep her talking.
Around noon we stopped and ate some trail mix and pig jerky. I had filled my canteen with water from the river, boiled and filtered through the filter in the top of my canteens. We drank heavily. It was very hot and humid and we sweated rivers. I killed a snake in the path. It was a pit viper and I thought about butchering it but we weren't that hungry yet. We made pretty good time and by the time we got to the river it was about five. There was a roaring we heard about a half mile away. It got louder as we approached the river and when we came out onto rock there was a small canyon below us. There was a waterfall that was making the roar and we crossed above it at the first riffle. We descended into the canyon and it became much cooler. There was a pool below the waterfall and it was beautiful. The water was clear and cold and we got in immediately. It was deep enough to swim but not so large that I feared anything living in it that would eat us. I soaked for a while and went to make a fire. I got out the soap and we washed our clothes. I took them and hung them up by the fire to dry. I was surprised that she gave me her bra and panties. I guess my casual nudity had relaxed her and she bathed while I hung up our clothes. When I looked around she was gone. I called and she appeared out from under the falls.
I swam over and we stood under the water and let it cascade down over us. She turned toward me and we looked each other over. She was amazing. Her breasts were very large on her slender form, firm and high and gloriously shaped. She had small pink areolas and little pink nipples. They were crinkled and erect in the cold water. Her ribcage fell away to a tiny waist and a firm, toned belly with a cute little navel low in the center. Her hips flared dramatically and she had a little V of strawberry blonde fuzz between her thighs. Her legs took my breath away. I wanted to reach out and pull her in but she gave no indication she wanted that so I restrained myself. She looked me over and I felt a little naked. She said something but the sound of the water made it impossible for me to hear. I pointed at my ears and we swam away.
"I said, you have a lot of scars," she said. "You've been in a lot of fights, haven't you?"
"More than I wanted," I told her. "You're beautiful, Kalen."
She blushed. "Thanks. I don't want to get out. We're going to sweat as soon as we do."
"I don't think so," I told her. "I think this water is going to make it feel good as long as we stay in the canyon. I'm going to try to catch a fish."
I carry a line and hook in my pack and we baited it up with a piece of pig and I caught a big catfish in about ten minutes. I cleaned it and cut some fat off the remains of the pig. I used salt and pepper and fried it over the fire. It was very good. I'm not a big fan of catfish but this place and this girl made it special. We were as naked as the day we were born and we stayed that way when we went to bed. We talked for a while and it was even getting a little chilly. She rolled over against me and cuddled up, her skin chilled a little by the cool air. The feeling of that fantastic naked body against me had me erect before two minutes had passed. She didn't notice for a while and when she did she went quiet for a while.
"Dace, I'm engaged," she said finally. "You know that."
"Yes, I'm not doing anything," I told her. "I'm just laying here. There's a naked girl here and that's what happens to me when I'm in bed with a naked girl; especially one that looks like you. I'm sorry, but there isn't anything I can do about it."
"I'm not accusing you of anything," she said. "I'm having the same reaction, you just can't see it. Well, I guess you can see my nipples are hard. I'm just telling you that when we get out of this, if we do, I'm engaged. I'm going to get married. Whatever happens here has to stay here. Life is different in Philadelphia."
She propped herself up on one arm and moved half on top of me. Her luscious lips pressed against mine and I put my arms around her. She felt amazing! She was long and gorgeous and her body moved against mine in a sensuous dance. We kissed eagerly for long minutes, bare flesh seeking contact and bodies moving together. I rolled her onto her back and my hands roamed at will. She felt like smooth silk under my fingers. Her skin was flawless. Even in the midst of a jungle and with biting insects everywhere the DEET had done its job and she hadn't been bitten. Her breasts were perfect. They were big and firm and jutted from her chest without a hint of sag. They were like the breasts you see in magazines but without the implants that keep them in that perfect shape. She tasted delicious. We had been sharing a toothbrush and It had been vaguely erotic to know we had done that. No I was straight from the source and she tasted like mint and ripe fruit. Her skin was just clean girl, a faint fragrance from the soap and Kalen.
She held my head in her hands and looked into my eyes. "I'm a virgin, Dace," she said. "I was waiting for my wedding. I know we might not get out of this and I don't want to die and never know. Love me, here, now."
I bent and kissed her gently. The kiss grew more passionate at her insistence and she began to move under me again. I let my lips trail down her graceful neck and up over her breast. I kissed it all over, avoiding the nipple for the moment. When I repeated the process on the other breast her breathing deepened and she made cute little sounds, half squeak and half moan. She quickly became impatient and arched her back up, trying to get me to taste her nipples. I licked around them and her areolas became puffy and crinkled. She was gasping and her hands gripped my hair, forcing me to move to one little pink nipple. I touched it with my tongue and she jumped a little. I flicked it a couple of times, just teasing her to a higher level of excitement. I did the same to the other little nub and then I pulled the first inside my mouth, stretching it and sucking firmly while I circled it with my tongue. I pinched the other gently and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. She went wild, moaning and pulling my head deeply into that delightful mound. Her fingers pulled my hair and she writhed on the blanket, an orgasm shuddering through her as the sensations washed over her. Her face was flushed and she bit her lower lip as she came.
"Dace, that feels so good!" she moaned. "Jesus that's good! Oh God, I'm cuming so hard!"
She continued to shudder for a minute and then I felt her relax. "I'm ready now," she panted. "We'll do more later, but I need you inside me now. Make love with me, Dace."
I reached down and cupped her little pussy. She wasn't lying about being ready. She was dripping wet and I coated her lips with her moisture, making her nice and slippery. When I touched her she started and pushed against my hand. I moved into position between her thighs and rested my cock in her opening while I took a moment to look at her. She was absolutely stunning; my own twenty five year old virgin goddess. Her hands moved across my chest and down to my hips, urging me forward and the head of my cock parted her pussy lips and pressed inside. She was very tight and I knew this was going to take a while. I moved back and forth, just barely penetrating her with the head until it was slick and coated with her juices.
She was breathing in pants and when the head of my cock pushed through and I penetrated her hot pussy an inch she winced in pain.
"Oh, God, Dace; I don't know! Jesus you've got a big cock! Easy; just let me rest for a minute. Kiss me for a minute."
I was happy to kiss her and just soak in her hot wetness for a while. There was no danger of my cock going down with this smoking hot virgin girl under me. I've fucked a couple of virgins before but I had never fucked a girl that looked like this one! Hell, I had never seen a girl that looked like this one!. She eventually relaxed and I could feel her velvety pussy began to slide a little. I pressed forward and slid deeper into her wet little pussy and she tensed up again.
"Wait, wait!" she squeaked. "God, Dace; I don't think I can!"
"You can, Kalen," I told her. "Women do it all the time. Girls younger than you have babies. We'll go slow and sweet. Damn you're beautiful, Kalen. Just hang in there baby. It's going to be very good soon."
When she relaxed we repeated the process again and again. Each time she would tense up and she was so tight it almost hurt when she clamped down on my cock. I kept waiting to feel her virgin barrier but it just wasn't there. She must have lost it by accident sometime, but there could be no doubt that my cock was the only one that had ever been inside her. Over nearly half an hour she took more and more until I could feel an obstruction deep inside her. I was bottomed out with a couple of inches to spare.
"You did it, baby," I told her. "Good, brave girl. Now there's just the good stuff."
"Jesus, Dace; it feels like I have a tree trunk up inside of me," she gasped. "How big is your cock?"
"Are you going to brag about taking it when you get back home with your girlfriends?" I asked her.
She laughed and it made the most amazing sensation inside her. "I might," she said. "I don't think any of them have ever been fucked by a horse cock like that."
"I've never measured it," I told her. "I'd guess somewhere around ten inches."
"Bullshit," she said. "It's at least two feet long. It's huge around too. It feels like someone has their arm inside me. It's starting to feel really good. Let's move now."
I slid back a few inches and fed it back to her cervix again. She groaned and I repeated the process. She made little sounds of passion on every stroke and when we found a rhythm her hips bucked up to meet each thrust. She came in minutes, writhing under the pumping of my cock into her tight little pussy. Her big breasts bounced and swayed deliciously and her face was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen as she came. She was very sensitive and any change sent her off like a rocket. If I sucked on her nipples she came. When I varied depths she came and when I changed tempo she came. I was trying to keep iron control but I wasn't going to last much longer inside this fantastic girl. She came a dozen times before I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed up on my arms and pounded my cock into that hot little pussy like a piston. She was screaming incoherently as I gave her long hammering strokes and her head whipped from side to side, her eyes tightly closed as she strung orgasms together like a string of fire crackers.
I came like a fountain inside her and she spasmed beneath me as I filled her little pussy with ropes of white, sticky cum. I felt like my life was pouring out of the end of my cock into her and I buried it as deep as she could take, spurting against the wall of her cervix. We collapsed together and I rolled her over on top of me to keep from crushing her. My cock was still inside her and I could feel her pussy convulse around me, milking to last drops of cum into her hot depths. She kissed me passionately, her lips seeking mine and her eyes boring into my soul. She was still quivering with aftershocks as she lay with her cheek on my chest. I reached down to cup the slim, hard cheeks of her tight little ass. I squeezed it firmly and ran my hands up and down her gorgeous body, petting her and calming her.
"Jesus Christ, Dace," she murmured. "I thought I was going to die that felt so good." She cried a little. "God you're a good lover. You made me cum a hundred times. It doesn't feel that good when I rub myself off. I've had oral sex with my fiancée and I loved it, but I've never felt anything like this. Damn you, Dace. It isn't ever going to be this good again for me."
"Yes it is, Kalen," I told her. "It's going to be even better. It's going to be quite a while before we get out of this and I'm going to fuck you every day. It's going to get better every time. You're quite a woman, Kalen. You cum easily and I'm going to make you do it so many times this is going to seem like one big orgy."
"I don't think I can stand it," she said. "Jesus, that was intense, Dace! Will it really get better?"
"Yes, it won't hurt as much at first next time and soon it won't hurt at all and it will just be the good parts. I'm going to make you cum with my mouth and my hands too. I may fuck that gorgeous ass too."
"No, you're not," she said. "What the hell, Dace? You'd kill me with that thing! No way!"
"You might like it," I told her. "I'm very gentle, Kalen."
"I know. Thank you, Dace; but I don't think I could stand that. It sounds yucky."
I laughed. "You're just like a little girl, Kalen. You say things like yucky and it's utterly charming. Your fiancée is a lucky man. I'm half in love with you myself."
She grew somewhat pensive when I said that. "I don't like cheating on him," she said. "This is special to me, Dace, but I'm still going to marry him when we get back. You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"
"No, Kalen. I'm not that big a tool. I won't mess your life up, baby. I just want you to be happy."
She kissed me. "Thanks, Dace. I'm going to go to sleep now."
"Wait," I said. "Unless you want to sleep in a puddle, we need to clean up a little. As soon as my cock slips out of you you're going to start leaking cum. We need a quick dip in the river."
She eased off me and lay on her back for a minute. "I can feel it," she said. "I don't know if I can walk, Dace. I think you paralyzed me."
I got up laughing and scooped her slender form up in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I carried her to the pool, her big breasts jiggling and swaying delightfully. We washed quickly in the stream and she stood in the water in the moonlight like some pagan goddess. She ran back to the blanket and I walked after her. My leg was too sore to run. She lay half over me with her big breasts crushed against me and her downy curls pressed against my good thigh. We slept for a while. An animal woke me up and she had moved until she was spooning up against me. My cock was rock hard between the cheeks of her firm little butt. It was easy to lift her leg and she woke with a gasp as I entered her from behind. Her pussy was still wet and slick from our earlier fucking and I rolled her onto her stomach and fucked her as she lay beneath me, the feel of that sweet ass slapping against my groin and her body gleaming in the moonlight bringing me to a quick completion. She moaned and gasped as I rutted into her and she came again and again before I spilled my seed into her again. The volume was much less and I felt like it wouldn't be a sleeping problem.
I rolled us back into a spoon position with my cock still inside her. It never went completely soft inside her and we slept like that. I fucked her again in the morning light, lying on her side with one leg over my chest and shoulder. She came a hundred times and her moans and cries turned to pleading.
"Oh, my God, Dace; oh my God, oh my God; please baby, I can't take any more. Cum, Dace! Please cum, I can't take it. Please!" her voice rose to a shriek and I unloaded into her again.
She cried again as we rested, my arms holding her tightly as she recovered. "Jesus, Dace," she sobbed. "I'm worn, baby. I can't fuck any more! God, you've got to let me rest. My pussy is sore as hell! If you get horny I'll suck you off or something. Please don't fuck me anymore, ok baby?"
"There's always your ass," I teased her. That delicious little thing was pressed up against me and she covered it up with her little hands. "Don't get any ideas," she warned me. "I swear I'll stab you in your sleep if you do that!"
I squeezed her up tight. "I was just teasing, Kalen. You'll have to ask for that. I won't do it if you don't ask me to."
"That will be a cold day in hell," she said. "Can we nap again for a while?"
"Sure," I told her. "I'm alone in the jungle with the most beautiful girl on the planet naked in my arms. I'll stay here forever."
She snuggled that hard little butt back into me. She looked over her shoulder. "Don't get any ideas!" she told me again.
We napped until mid-morning and took a last dip in the pool. I sat her on a rock and ate her little pussy for the first time. She came just as easily like that as she did fucking and she came three times before I let her go. She had the most beautiful little pink pussy I had ever seen! It was a little chaffed but she didn't mind my tongue and lips. We followed the river valley since it was going the way we needed to go.
She wouldn't let me fuck her that night. She said she was too sore but I discovered she gave fantastic head. "I've had lots of practice," she explained. "If you want to stay a virgin as long as I did you better learn how to give a blow job. Guys get frustrated if you won't do anything."
The next night we fucked again and like I promised, it just got better. We walked for two weeks and she became a fantastic lover. I must have fucked her fifty times in those two weeks. I just couldn't get enough of that lush, gorgeous girl. She quit wearing clothes except if the vegetation was thick. She explained that there was no use in getting dressed when I was just going to undress her in an hour or two. She was as brown as a nut and the sight of that gorgeous naked girl walking beside me through the jungle kept me hard most of the time. Her big breasts swaying and jiggling would have got wood from a dead man. When she walked in front of me her ass jiggled the same way and she drove me mad.
We stopped beside a larger river on the sixteenth day and set up camp. She had killed a deer earlier. She was so excited I couldn't resist teasing her. "I can't believe you killed that cute little Bambi," I told her.
She laughed. "Your barbarian ways are growing on me. I'm sorry I was such a bitch, Dace. Now quit grinning like an idiot and help me butcher it."
We cooked venison and foraged for fruit. We made love three times that night and somewhere in the early morning hours I heard a motor running. We quickly put out the fire and tore down camp. Hiding in the jungle we saw a boat coming down river. It was loaded with bundles wrapped in brown paper.
"Drug smugglers," I whispered to her. "Let's follow them."
She dressed and we packed up quickly. We snuck through the brush and after about five miles we came to a clearing. There was a metal building and the boat was pulled up on the bank. Three men were unloading it and we watched for a while. I told her to stay put and did a quick recon. There was a radio antenna on top and a helicopter pad behind the building. There were five of them and they were all armed. I thought I could take them if I was careful.
Unfortunately there were six of them. One must have been in the jungle because I heard a scream. It was Kalen. Evidently the sixth man had spotted her and he was dragging her toward the building by her long hair. I cursed under my breath. I was going to have to improvise. I hate that. When he got her to the door I stepped out into the open. They turned toward me and I got three of them before they could get their weapons unslung. I got two more in the next ten seconds but I got hit twice. One was low down, just above my hip bone on the outside and the other was high up on my left shoulder. It felt like I had been kicked by a mule but I kept coming forward.
The one holding Kalen was the only one left and he was holding a pistol to her side, hiding behind her. I was not going to let anything happen to Kalen, I promised myself. I would rather die myself. I raised my hands and dropped the rifle. I kept walking toward them and he pointed the pistol at me, telling me to stop in Spanish. I stopped and he made a mistake. He stepped out from behind her and shot me. The bullet hit me in the left calf and knocked me down. As I fell I pulled the .32 I keep on a leather string down my back. I broke the string and gave him eight slugs, center mass. He dropped like a rock and I tried to get up. I made it to my knees and started to stand up. The ground came up and hit me and I heard Kalen scream.
She came running to me and I turned over on my back. She screamed again when she saw the blood all over me. I saw her kneeling over me and I pulled her down with my right hand. "Radio frequency; backpack, lower left pocket," I managed to gasp out.
"Dace, Dace!" she screamed as I felt the world going black. "Dace, don't you die!" she yelled. "Stay with me baby. Don't die! I love you Dace; you can't die on me! Just hang in there!"
She loved me! That was my last lucid thought. If I died I was a happy man. Kalen loved me!
When I opened my eyes I didn't know where I was. I was lying in a bed in a white room. I tried to turn my head. God I was weak! There was medical equipment around me and a tube down my throat and one in my nose. I tried to pull them out. The one in my throat was suffocating me. Hands caught mine. They were little brown hands with an engagement ring on the left one. I lifted my eyes and saw Kalen.
"Don't, Dace," she said. "You can't breathe on your own. Just relax and let it breathe for you. Please, for me? I love you Dace; do you remember?"
I did! Kalen loved me! I let her pull my hands down and when I quit struggling the machine breathed for me. The world went away and I slept.
When I woke up again the tubes were gone. I still had them in my arms but I could breath.
Benson was there. He's my head of operations and he saw I was awake.
"Hey buddy," he came over to the bed. "You gave us quite a scare there. Good thing you had the girl with you. Your lung collapsed and she kept you alive till we could get there. You're getting better now."
I tried to speak but just a croak came out. "Drink," I croaked. My throat was as dry as graveyard dust. He let me suck some ice water out of a cup. When I could talk I asked him if Kalen was ok.
"You made quite an impression on that girl," he said. "God she's hot! She didn't leave your side for three weeks. She still won't unless we make her. She's sleeping, boss. I made her go lie down for a while and it was like pulling teeth. She's afraid you'll wake up and she won't be here. How are you feeling?"
"My shoulder hurts like hell and my left leg feels like a tiger's been gnawing at it," I told him.
"Push that button and you'll get a jolt of morphine," he said.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"In the hospital in San Jose," he said. "Kalen called Roberts on the radio and we flew in and got you. You were hanging on by a thread and it was touch and go for a while. If it hadn't been for her you'd be pushing up daisies by now. Do you know she gave you a field transfusion with her own blood? Turns out she's one of those universal donors. That's all that kept you alive. Her family's putting up quite a fuss. They aren't happy about her father getting it and she's got a douche bag of a fiancée that keeps trying to fly down here and get her. They had quite a row on the phone and she told him to fuck off, she was staying until you could go home. She wants to transfer you to Miami as soon as you can go. She doesn't like this hospital and she's been giving the staff hell for being incompetent. That's quite a girl, Dace. I think she's got plans for you."
The morphine kicked in and I went into dreamland. The next time I woke up Kalen was sitting beside me in a chair reading a book. I croaked at her and she jumped up, her book flying off across the room. She got me a drink and kissed me. She hugged me as best she could with all the tubes and sat back down, holding my hand."
"Hey, baby," I said. "You ok?"