Mexican Marauder (A Captain Gringo Adventure #16)

by Lou Cameron

  He laughed and moved experimentally in her, but it wasn’t ready yet, so he said, “Okay, confidentially, what do you say about the other deal? If we put out to sea separately, then met in a secluded cove to transfer gear and cargo, you could sail right past those gunboats by the Half Moons as the Flamenco Lass, a tub they don’t have on their shit list. Meanwhile, me and mine could head north in the Nombre Nada, where everyone’s out to stop the Flamenco Lass, see?”

  She moved her hips as she sighed and said, “I said I was still thinking about it. Give me time, and give me some more loving. I have not had any for a long time. You know it is against my policy to have sex with any of my officers or crew.”

  “Yeah, the poor bastards. What do you do between ports, Esperanza?”

  She giggled, hesitated, and said, “I masturbate. I could not tell that to any other man. But half the joy of being with you is that I can be myself completely. Do you ever masturbate, Deek?”

  He felt his cheeks redden as he said, “Hell, nine out of ten people do, and the tenth one is a liar. But why are we talking about that now? I sure don’t have to jerk off around you!”

  She moved her hips faster and said, “I have a fantasy. I know you may think it is crazy, but—”

  “Hey, if it doesn’t hurt, I’m game.”

  She explained, “As you know, when one is lonely and, ah, trying to enjoy oneself, it is not enough to just think about plain sex. One must stimulate one’s mind as well as one’s own private parts to have a private orgasm, no?”

  “Sure. We all make up sex adventures we’d never have the nerve to try in real life. There’s nothing wrong with that. Incest and bestiality only count if you really commit them.”

  “It is odd we meet so soon after an idea I had the other night. You were in my dream, Deek.”

  “No shit? What crazy thing was I doing to you, honey?”

  “Oh, you were behaving quite sedately. I was the perverse one. You see, when one is alone and desperate, one tends to use, ah, unusual tools in a quest for novelty.”

  “Yeah, you dames have a great advantage there. There’s hardly anything a man can find that feels nearly as nice as a cunt. Gals get to use damned near anything tubular they can get inside them.”

  Esperanza laughed and said, “Let me up, and I’ll show you something.”

  He rolled off her. She sat up, reached to the drawer of her built-in bed table, and took out one of the damnedest dildos he’d ever seen.

  It was an amazingly realistic pink rubber model of a male’s running gear, balls and all, albeit at least a third larger than anyone was hung this side of a freak show. He marveled, “Jesus, can you really take all that, Esperanza? You’re giving me an inferiority complex!”

  She blushed as she said, “Do not worry. You are more than man enough for any woman, Deek. Actually, I can’t take this toy all the way.”

  “Oh, but it’s fun to try, right?”

  “Yes. It is most stimulating. In the dark, alone, it feels most real, and it is indeed the best thing I’ve found for self-abuse, up to now.”

  He frowned down at the grotesque love toy in her hand and, said, “Okay. You’ve shown me your secret lover. Where do I fit in to the picture?”

  She couldn’t look at him as she said, “I read about it in a dirty book, translated from the Arabic. Arabs are very imaginative. The other night as I was jerking off, as you call it, I remembered this story about an Arab girl with two lovers. One was making love to her from the front as the other entered her from, ah, behind.”

  He laughed and said, “I don’t think it would work. Everybody’s legs would get in the way.”

  She said, “True. But anyway, as I was stimulating myself, pretending this was someone nice, I got to wondering what it would feel like if someone else I liked was sodomizing me at the same time. Just thinking about it made me so excited I was nearly able to take this substitute almost to the roots.”

  “Naturally, in the front door?”

  “Of course. I couldn’t even get the head in the other way. I tried it once. Anyway, in my fantasy, you were making love to me from the rear, and now that you are here …”

  “I get the picture. Who was the other guy?”

  “Nobody. When I am with you, I don’t want anyone else intruding on these frank conversations. Some men are such bores in bed, the way they talk, talk, talk, saying things they do not mean and things they don’t have to say.”

  He said, “Gotcha. Okay, I’m game. But I’m not sure this is supposed to work, Esperanza.”

  She laughed and rolled over on her hands and knees, presenting her big pale rump to him as she said, “First you put that other big thing in my pussy, eh?”

  He grimaced but said, “That sounds like a good way to start,” as he picked up the odd-feeling dildo. He got on his knees behind Esperanza and gingerly put the tip in place, muttering, “Open wide and say ah.”

  Esperanza said, “Oh, take it easy!” as he got the head in and slowly thrust the thick shaft into her vagina. He didn’t see why it should be giving him an erection of his own, but it was. It felt dirty-innocent to watch what looked like another man’s dong going into the pink paradise he’d just vacated. Esperanza took the dildo’s base in her own hand, between her legs, and said, “Now, you mount me, naughty, as I move this the way I like it, no?”

  That sounded reasonable. He rose, took a big, soft skinned, muscular buttock in each hand, and spread them as he got his own, more normally proportioned tool in place between them. Thanks to the heat and earlier normal rutting, Esperanza’s crotch needed no lubrication, although, in truth, he had a hell of a time getting the head in. After that, things went more smoothly. He knew he could hurt her if he wasn’t careful, so he slid his shaft into her rectum gingerly. It felt tighter than it would have without the mass of India rubber stuffing her wider opening. It felt weird as hell when she moved the big dildo under his throbbing shaft. She moaned and said, “Oh, my God, I’ve never felt anything like this before, have you?”

  “That’s for sure! Can we do it the other way, now? This is hot as hell, but I’m afraid to let myself go this way, honey.”

  She arched her spine to take him deeper in her rectum as she hissed, “I want you to let yourself go! Treat me back there as you treat me up front! I assure you no part of me feels left out!”

  So he shrugged and started throwing it to her dog style, moving faster and faster as he saw he wasn’t hurting her. It wasn’t hurting him, either. He felt himself starting to climax. He wanted to make it last. So he thrust deep and stopped, his full erection throbbing to the roots inside her pulsating rectum, while the crazy love toy, moving in and out on the other side of the partition of living flesh, literally jerked him off inside her.

  He threw his head back, holding on to her rump with his hands as he fired a bigger load than he’d known he still had up into her bowels. He could tell by her contractions that she was coming, too. She suddenly sobbed and fell forward, off his shaft, leaving him kneeling there alone and somewhat left out’ as she finished herself with the dildo, taking it all the way in long savage thrusts.

  As he lay down to recover, Esperanza rolled over, leaving the love toy in place, and crooned, “God, that was fantastico. I think I may have killed myself, though.”

  He laughed and said, “Yeah, I noticed. Was I as nice as your dream, honey?”

  “Better. But I don’t think we’d better ever do that again. My poor anus feels bruised, and I’m afraid to take this thing out. Where do you suppose all of it went? I didn’t think I was that deep inside.”

  “Don’t ask me. I was wondering, too.”

  Esperanza laughed and slowly withdrew the dildo, with a shudder and a sigh. As she put it aside, she giggled and said, “Madre de Dios, I’m still throbbing inside. I feel so empty, now. Ah, Deek?”

  With a grin, he wiped himself off on the sheet and remounted her. As he entered her normally again, Esperanza sighed and said, “Oh, yes, this is ever so much friendlier.
I think I’ll stick to more sedate lovemaking from now on, but, Deek?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I don’t want to be too sedate. Could you move a little faster?”

  “Sure. But what about our other deal?”

  “Just fuck me, you wonderful brute. You know you can have my damned boat. I want you to have me some more before we discuss things back on earth!”

  *

  The Nombre Nada left port on the evening tide, followed at a discreet interval by Flamenco Lass. In other parts of the world, telephones began to ring. The Columbian revenue service was informed that the gunrunning Esperanza and her cutthroat pro-rebel crew were sailing south as expected. Colombian naval units off the Half Moon Reefs would soon be notified by Marconi wireless to keep a sharp lookout for the familiar outlines of the Nombre Nada.

  In Havana, an otherwise handsome military governor with cobra eyes learned that the Flamenco Lass had left Corozal. Butcher Weyler transferred the call to the head of Spanish Intelligence. What the British spy vessel had been up to in Corozal was still a mystery. But what did it matter, since everyone knew they were headed north?

  The Spanish spy in Belize who’d tipped off his government had not been able to say just what the Brits were up to. But the details didn’t matter to Butcher Weyler, who, despite his Dutch surname, had a Spanish hidalgo’s abstract dislike for and distrust of the Anglo-Saxon breed. A man who herded Cuban cane cutters into concentration camps on mere suspicion saw no reason to take chances with any outsiders who might or might not be poking their noses into Spain’s business. Whatever they were up to, he wanted Flamenco Lass blown out of the water.

  When Sir Basil Hakim’s phone rang, the Merchant of Death was enjoying an opium pipe at one end and a twelve-year-old virgin at the other. So he said merely to keep up the good work and relay the information to his agents up the coast. He knew what Greystoke was up to. He still hadn’t figured out the best way to make money out of his inside information.

  As the sun was setting, both schooners put into a deserted, mangrove-fringed cove that Esperanza knew about. The dead of Flamenco Lass had of course been buried at sea and the mess cleaned up by then. So the business at hand was the transfer of gear and cargo. It went smoothly. The few crew members on either schooner who’d grumbled had been dealt with earlier in the day back in Corozal. Rice’s swollen jaw was feeling better, and Esperanza had graciously granted bed rest and a sling to the man whose arm she’d broken.

  On deck, as they passed in the general bustle of both crews, Captain Gringo and Esperanza of course remained sedate and didn’t even wink at each other. But when the last gear and cargo had been transferred and there was nothing more to keep the schooners moored side by side, Captain Gringo found Esperanza sitting rather wistfully on her new bunk in the repaired master stateroom of Flamenco Lass. He closed the door, sat beside her, and said, “I know,” as he put an arm around her.

  Esperanza said, “Jesus, Maria, y José, I wish we had time to say adios properly, Deek.”

  He nodded and cupped a big breast in his free hand as he replied, “I guess we could take time, if you’re really hurting.”

  Esperanza laughed and said, “You know that there is no such think as a, how you say, quickie between you and me, toro macho! Just hold me for the moment before we part again.”

  So he did. Esperanza snuggled her head against his shoulder and said, “You know what I like about you best, old friend?”

  “The fact that we are old friends, Esperanza?”

  “Exactly! Any reasonably healthy man is fun to go to bed with. I think the magic I feel with you is that we like each other and can be frank and open. I can even tell you I do not wish for to fuck and you do not get hurt and angry like some others might.”

  He chuckled and replied, “As a matter of fact, I was wondering how I was going to get out of it, too. The stars are coming out and it won’t stay dark forever.”

  “Ah, then you have had enough of me?”

  “No man born of woman could ever get enough of you. But we’ll meet again, if we manage to stay alive that long. One of the things I like best about you is that you’re pragmatic about staying alive. I once had a dame with her dumb legs locked around me who wouldn’t let go when I was trying to get at my gun in a hurry. But never mind, I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry.”

  She laughed and said, “Don’t ever be sorry with me, Deek. You know I have lost count of the men I’ve slept with, too. There is no need for jealousy between old comrades. By the way, have you fucked either of those English girls I noticed among your people? They are both very pretty. Which one is the best lay?”

  He laughed, hugger her tighter, and said, “I don’t know. So far I’ve only laid one of them.”

  “The blonde, right? A woman with strong feelings recognizes her sisters in sin. I wouldn’t fool with the brunette if I were you. She strikes me as one of those complicated types.”

  He ran his hand down her bodice and into her lap as he said, “Neither one of them are my main mission. Listen, the door’s locked, we’re our own bosses now. So, what the hell?”

  She shook her head and got to her feet, saying, “No. I want to, but not now. You are right about the starlight. I would rather gaze at the moon and stars in your arms tonight. But we don’t have the time.”

  He nodded and rose to join her at the locked door. But as he started to slide the latch, Esperanza sighed, lifted her skirts, and leaned against the bulkhead, saying, “Do you promise only once?”

  He took her in his arms, unbuttoned his fly, and they made love fully dressed and on their feet. It was not only a novel way to have Esperanza, but astonishingly stimulating. She was almost as tall as he was, so her bare legs were close together as he moved in and out of her pursed vaginal lips. She was able to move her pelvis to met his thrusts with gravity-free ease. They climaxed almost at once, together. Then, as he suggested another, she pleaded, “You promised!” and literally spit him out with her tight internal muscles. So, as she turned to let her skirt fall as she unlocked the door, he put his pecker back in his pants, buttoned them, and stepped out in the corridor. A crewman was passing, so, since she would be staying here, they shook hands gravely as she said, “Go with God, Deek, until we meet again!”

  He nodded, turned, and went up on deck with a wistful expression on his face. He crossed the gangplank between the schooners, and when he boarded the Nombre Nada he told the English bos’n, “That’s all she wrote. Cast off all lines, weigh anchor, and let’s get the hell out of here.”

  Gaston, Carmichael, and the helmsman assigned to this watch were back in the cockpit, with one Maxim already set up. So, as his orders were carried out, Captain Gringo strode forward to see if the forward gun had been installed as ordered.

  It had. As he lit a smoke, he saw by the match flare that Flora Manson was seated alone in the bows. He said, “Evening. We’ll be putting out in a minute or two. What brings you up here? Don’t you like your new stateroom?”

  She said, “It’s all right. I just like the air up here better. Do you suppose we could sleep up here, later tonight?”

  “You can, if you like. This time I have my own quarters. Rank has its privileges, and we’ve been whittled down a bit. It’s only fair to warn you that we make some green water over the bows, though. Now that I’m running things, we’ll be standing farther out to sea. The swells will be steeper, but not as many people will be staring at our sails from shore, see?”

  She sniffed and said, “I see very well indeed. I noticed you spent quite some time saying goodbye to that rather sluttish Spanish friend of yours.”

  He growled, “I agree Esperanza is a friend, so let’s not call her a slut. This transfer may save all our lives!”

  He took an angry puff on his cigar and added, “Let’s get another thing straight, doll. I don’t owe you any explanations about my relationships with other ladies, so let’s knock off the cracks! We’re not married, engaged, or even going steady. So I don’t have t
o account to you whether I’m pure as the driven snow or the randy stud you seem to take me for!”

  She smiled sarcastically and said, “I rather imagine the latter description applies. Aside from what Phoebe told me, you were alone with that Esperanza longer than it usually takes to just say adios.”

  He laughed and said, “Thanks for the compliment. Since you seem to have been timing me, you must think I’m pretty fast on the draw!”

  He had been rather fast, at that, but, noting the confused look on her face, he added, “You said you were married once. What were you married to, a jack rabbit?”

  “I don’t understand,” she began. Then, since she did have a good watch, she blushed and added, “Oh.”

  “You’ve got to control your suspicious nature,” he insisted. Enjoying his secret joke, he continued, “This may come as complete surprise to you, but I don’t really spend every moment away from you fornicating. For a dame who worries so much about other people’s morals, you sure seem to spend a lot of time thinking about the subject.”

  “You don’t have to get nasty about it, Dick.”

  “I’m not the one that’s being nasty. You are. Can’t you get it through your pretty little head that what other people may or may not feel like doing is none of your fucking business?”

  “Sir!” she gasped. “I’m not used to hearing language like that!”

  “You’d better get used to it, then, if you’re going to keep pestering people about their sex lives. Sure, you talk hoity-toity when you bring it up, but face it, doll—what you’re really asking is whether I fucked Phoebe, or Esperanza, or both. And I’m telling you, less hoity-toity, that it’s just none of your fucking business!”

  She leaped to her feet and dashed out of sight, heading either for her stateroom or to leap overboard. He didn’t really give a shit.

  At least, he didn’t think he gave a shit. But as he crouched behind the bow gun, checking the action, and the Nombre Nada began to move, he was wistfully aware that Esperanza was leaving aboard another vessel and that good old Phoebe would probably be spending the night in Gaston’s room. The bubbly blonde’s anatomical problem gave Gaston’s experienced tongue a distinct advantage between Phoebe’s precocious thighs.