Suddenly he came out of the bushes, carrying his pants in his hand.
I stared at him. He was right, I thought grudgingly, he was bigger. It stood out in front of him like a small flagpole.
Santiago the younger said something to the others out of the corner of his mouth. Almost instantly there was silence as they all turned to look at Roberto.
Fat Cat sat up. I could see his smooth white belly. He granted and I heard his voice across the clearing. "It is time," he said. "The general will be grateful. See? He is already a man."
The woman on whom Fat Cat had been lying reached up an arm to pull him back down. Angrily he slapped her hand away. "Puta!" He pushed her back to the ground and got to his feet.
Slowly Manuelo and Santiago the younger also got to their feet. Manuelo reached for a canteen and spilled some water over his belly and dried himself off with a bandanna. He turned to Roberto. "It is as we agreed. You have your choice."
Roberto looked at the women. They lay there naked, their bodies still glistening with sweat, staring up at him with noncommittal eyes. "I'll take that one," he said, pointing.
The one he had chosen seemed scarcely more than a girl. I would have picked one of the others, they had bigger tetas, but that was the one Roberto had told me he wanted. I could see his legs trembling as he moved toward her. He fell to his knees in front of her. With a laugh she reached up and pulled him down on top of her, raising her legs and locking them around him.
I could see her fat white buttocks and thighs almost encircle him. I looked at the others. They were watching with great interest. After a moment Manuelo turned and fell on the woman nearest him. I heard her grunt as she locked her legs around him. There was another cry and Fat Cat began to couple with the other one.
I looked back at Roberto again. The two of them were moving in a weird almost rhythmless dance. I began to feel an excitement growing in me. I could feel my heart hammering, a peculiar pain beginning to spread in my groin. My mouth was suddenly dry. I couldn't breathe.
Roberto began to scream, thrashing about wildly in a seeming effort to escape the woman's grasp. Startled, I felt myself slipping. I grabbed for the limb but it was too late. I fell from the tree almost at their feet.
Manuelo rolled over and looked at me. "Perdido!"
I got to my feet. "You lied to me!" I shouted.
Fat Cat turned his head. "You were supposed to guard the path."
"You lied to me!" I shouted again. I flung myself at the nearest woman, jerking my hips in an imitation of Roberto's spastic dance. "I want to rape a woman too!"
I felt Fat Cat's hands pulling me back. I struggled. "Let me go! Let me go!"
I was still jerking spasmodically when Fat Cat pulled me up off the ground. I wriggled in his arms, hitting out at his face. I began to cry. "If I'm old enough to kill I'm old enough to rape a woman! I'm as good as Roberto!"
But Fat Cat's arms held me close against his sweaty chest. I could smell the man stink of him and suddenly the fight and fever went out of me.
His hand stroked my head gently. "Easy, my little cock," he whispered softly, "easy. Everything will come to you in time. Soon enough you will be a man!"
CHAPTER 8
The women were nervous now that the men had dressed. They talked among themselves in whispers, then the oldest, the one who had scratched me, walked across the clearing. "You're not going to leave us here in the jungle?"
Manuelo finished buckling his belt. "We didn't bring you here."
"But we will die," she replied quickly. 'There is no one to protect us. To get us food."
Manuelo didn't answer. He took out his pistol and replaced the cartridge that had been fired.
She took his silence for consideration. "Weren't we nice to you?" she asked. "We took on all of you. As many times as you wanted. We did not complain."
Manuelo turned away and looked at us. "Have you got all the guns?"
"Si," Fat Cat answered.
"Let's go then." Manuelo
I stared at him. He was right, I thought grudgingly, he was bigger. It stood out in front of him like a small flagpole.
Santiago the younger said something to the others out of the corner of his mouth. Almost instantly there was silence as they all turned to look at Roberto.
Fat Cat sat up. I could see his smooth white belly. He granted and I heard his voice across the clearing. "It is time," he said. "The general will be grateful. See? He is already a man."
The woman on whom Fat Cat had been lying reached up an arm to pull him back down. Angrily he slapped her hand away. "Puta!" He pushed her back to the ground and got to his feet.
Slowly Manuelo and Santiago the younger also got to their feet. Manuelo reached for a canteen and spilled some water over his belly and dried himself off with a bandanna. He turned to Roberto. "It is as we agreed. You have your choice."
Roberto looked at the women. They lay there naked, their bodies still glistening with sweat, staring up at him with noncommittal eyes. "I'll take that one," he said, pointing.
The one he had chosen seemed scarcely more than a girl. I would have picked one of the others, they had bigger tetas, but that was the one Roberto had told me he wanted. I could see his legs trembling as he moved toward her. He fell to his knees in front of her. With a laugh she reached up and pulled him down on top of her, raising her legs and locking them around him.
I could see her fat white buttocks and thighs almost encircle him. I looked at the others. They were watching with great interest. After a moment Manuelo turned and fell on the woman nearest him. I heard her grunt as she locked her legs around him. There was another cry and Fat Cat began to couple with the other one.
I looked back at Roberto again. The two of them were moving in a weird almost rhythmless dance. I began to feel an excitement growing in me. I could feel my heart hammering, a peculiar pain beginning to spread in my groin. My mouth was suddenly dry. I couldn't breathe.
Roberto began to scream, thrashing about wildly in a seeming effort to escape the woman's grasp. Startled, I felt myself slipping. I grabbed for the limb but it was too late. I fell from the tree almost at their feet.
Manuelo rolled over and looked at me. "Perdido!"
I got to my feet. "You lied to me!" I shouted.
Fat Cat turned his head. "You were supposed to guard the path."
"You lied to me!" I shouted again. I flung myself at the nearest woman, jerking my hips in an imitation of Roberto's spastic dance. "I want to rape a woman too!"
I felt Fat Cat's hands pulling me back. I struggled. "Let me go! Let me go!"
I was still jerking spasmodically when Fat Cat pulled me up off the ground. I wriggled in his arms, hitting out at his face. I began to cry. "If I'm old enough to kill I'm old enough to rape a woman! I'm as good as Roberto!"
But Fat Cat's arms held me close against his sweaty chest. I could smell the man stink of him and suddenly the fight and fever went out of me.
His hand stroked my head gently. "Easy, my little cock," he whispered softly, "easy. Everything will come to you in time. Soon enough you will be a man!"
CHAPTER 8
The women were nervous now that the men had dressed. They talked among themselves in whispers, then the oldest, the one who had scratched me, walked across the clearing. "You're not going to leave us here in the jungle?"
Manuelo finished buckling his belt. "We didn't bring you here."
"But we will die," she replied quickly. 'There is no one to protect us. To get us food."
Manuelo didn't answer. He took out his pistol and replaced the cartridge that had been fired.
She took his silence for consideration. "Weren't we nice to you?" she asked. "We took on all of you. As many times as you wanted. We did not complain."
Manuelo turned away and looked at us. "Have you got all the guns?"
"Si," Fat Cat answered.
"Let's go then." Manuelo
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