It's 1916 and I'm in Northern Mexico with the U.S Army as it chases Pancho Villa. I'm aware that Villa is a little larger than life. He was an outlaw, guilty of murder and many lesser crimes, and then joined the successful revolution and became both a hero and pretty much the ruler of most of northern Mexico. In fact, his name isn't even Pancho or Villa, he just decided to be called that, which adds to his interest for most people. But then, during some additional insurrections after the new government failed, he raided some towns across the border, in the U.S. So, General Pershing is leading a force to punish him. I'm along as a reporter. My newspaper, in Philadelphia, sent me because I was young and dispensable but also because I could take photographs and I spoke some Spanish.
The U.S. doesn't catch him but I actually meet him. The U.S. goes home and I stay because our readers are very interested in Villa. I have to admit, I'm staying rather reluctantly. This place is a mess. To begin with, most people live the same way they did a hundred years ago. Maybe even longer ago. Its dirty. I mean unclean. The people, the streets, the buildings, everything. Small towns have no sewer systems. The water is always unsafe. Public transportation almost doesn't exist. Public accommodation for strangers like me almost doesn't exist. There are a few hotels in larger towns but over most of the land, you have to try and find families that will let you stay with them. In fact, to do anything here you have to figure out ways on your own to accomplish anything. A government doesn't exist, essentially. The only way I'm able to stay is that Villa has decided that I can. Maybe even has decided that I should stay. I think he would like to add to his fame and my stories might help. Since he's essentially the ruler here right now, he can make things happen.
What this means is, I can get access to various places. I can travel to places (as long as its o.k. with him). I can find places to stay. Because he just issues some orders and everyone falls into line and obeys. But I already know I won't stay long. I'm always dirty. It's very difficult to arrange a bath. I have bites all over me. Some from flying insects, some from whatever is living in the beds that I've been provided. I can't get any more photographic plates so when I finish with what I have, I'll try and get to Chihuahua and the only train North to the U.S.
Right now, I'm living in a large hacienda. That's the main house of a ranch, with several other buildings creating a complex. I have no idea who owns it. Or used to own it. Villa has been taking big ranches and giving pieces of them to peasants. It's full of people that Villa has decided to house, for whatever variety of reasons. I've been in others before. It's his country, he does as he pleases. Fortunately, he's always been good to me, even friendly. Regardless of all the truly evil things I've heard about him, hes a very appealing character.
I have a room. Well, actually, I have a space off a hallway that has a carpet hanging off the ceiling to create what's almost a room. Next door to me, in an actual room but with a window into my area which almost makes me a room mate, is an older lady. I've talked with her and gather that she was wealthy and had a husband. Perhaps she's still wealthy and perhaps not, perhaps she still has a husband and perhaps not. She's not really that old, probably forties. Maybe early fifties. And she's not unattractive. A little plump but in pretty good shape. Was probably a beauty twenty or thirty years ago.
She has a friend that spends many nights with her. The two wouldn't seem to fit. He's probably late twenties. Truly a perfect body, the kind I've seen on negroes working the docks in Philadelphia. It's like you can see every muscle on his body. He may even be part negro, he's a little darker than most Mexicans that I see. But its hard to tell. Nice looking guy, too. Named Luis.
Night after night I hear the sounds of sex from her room. I've begun to interpret them. The first slurping sounds are her, Dona Alvarez, sucking his cock. She enjoys it, smacks her lips a lot. The next set of slurping noises is Luis eating her. She really enjoys that. She almost screams as she orgasms over and over. The next bunch of grunts and moans are them fucking. They do that a lot. She must be almost insatiable and he must be darn near a satyr, able to last and last.
I'm quite sure that he is either being paid, or, thinks he's going to be paid. Because he is also with another woman on occasion. Now, this other one, Delores, is one to write home about. She is absolutely beautiful. Tall and slim with a perfect face. She's a mystery to me. She's the type that should have a wealthy husband. I mean, any male in the world would want her. So why is she sleeping with Luis on the nights he's not with the older Dona Alvarez? And why, with her available, would Luis ever choose to go instead to the older, much less attractive woman? There's a lot I dont know.
I should also add, before you get to thinking otherwise, that we're all dirty. Its a dirty place. A desert. Very little water. Lots of dust and wind to blow it around. Even a bath a week is a luxury. I'm sure the others do as I do and try and wash as much as possible with what water we can get. But I know I'm dirty so I know they have to be, too. We all smell a bit, too. Even the beautiful one. Delores.
Well, I've got a lot of information. I've written most of it down, have notes covering the rest. I've covered a few battles. I've even managed to send a couple stories and some photos back to Philadelphia although I have to cross my fingers and hope they got there. In the meantime, I'm stuck here until I can convince Villa that I need to be elsewhere. It may be days or weeks. I assume the others are in the same boat. We've all become acquainted. Even slightly towards friendly as you must do when you're all stuck together. We talk a little but nobody opens up much.
Then early evening, right after dinner, Delores comes to me. All our talk is in Spanish but I'll put it in English for this story. "Roberto," she says, sort of a Roe -bairt-oh as she pronounces it, "would you like a real bath?"
Would I? Of course. But why is she suggesting this? "Yes, I would," I tell her.
She smiles. "I've managed to obtain a cask of water. It's not enough for a true bath. But it's enough for both of us if you'd like." She has a real room. And I follow her there. She does have a cask of water and a fairly large, shallow basin. She asks me to take off my clothes and stand in the basin and she'll wash me. While I comply, she disrobes also, so we're both nude. Her body is even better than I had ever imagined. Her face is beautiful, of course. She's tall and slim and her breasts are almost too much for her body. And they're firm with no sag. She must be younger than I thought. I would have imagined her into her thirties but perhaps she's just into her twenties with breasts like that.
She starts washing me, with the water running off me into the basin. She uses soap and she's thorough. She spends a fair amount of time on my cock, telling me how magnificent it is. Her term - magnificent. I mean, I'm healthy and just twenty-four, so I'm in good shape but my cock wouldn't win any prizes. I've seen other guys and I consider myself average. Well, my ego might want to say just a tad above average. But if Delores likes it, that's fine with me. Then she rinses me and it's her turn.
I love washing her, feeling her body. She's light brown all over, darker on her face and arms from the sun. I get to feel those perfect breasts, play with her nipples that get very hard. Then her lovely ass, full and firm. Her legs are perfect, muscular but slim. Then her groin. Hairy. Dark, kinky, pubic hair. She lifts a leg, puts her calf on my shoulder, rests her hand on my head, so I can wash her. I reach into her pink interior a little, rinse her. I keep telling her how beautiful she is, what a perfect body she has. As I'm washing her pussy she asks me if I like that part of her. I tell her that I certainly do. She wants to know If I'd like to taste her there. I tell her that most certainly, I want to. She just smiles and lifts her leg off me and stands erect again.
She tells me she needs her hair washed also. She kneels on the floor and bends to get her head and hair over the basin. I pour some water over her hair to get it wet. She has some liquid soap available and I wash her hair and then use water to rinse it . By now, the basin is full. She uses a cloth like a towel and dries her hair and then wraps it, like a turban. Then she leads me, both of us naked, to the bed. "I'll taste you first," she says. "Your cock looks delicious". She sits next to me and bends over me and goes to work. Obviously she's done this before because it couldn't be better. It's almost as if she was a professional at it, she's so good. I think she actually does like it. When I shoot off into her mouth, she swallows and keeps her lips milking me until I'm completely drained. She looks up at me, smiling, "You're even more delicious than I hoped," she tells me and then moves up to lay next to me.
