She traced her moistened forefinger lightly around the rim of the glass, collecting some of the salt.
"I adore these margaritas," she said. "Really." Opening her lips she ovaled them around her raised finger, and her cheeks drew in as she sucked the salty finger languorously. Her long lashes fell, shadowing her deep brown eyes so she could surreptitiously watch the mari-achi musicians a couple of tables away.
"I'll take beer," Jeff said coolly. He knew damn well what Anna was up to, and he knew it would be but a matter of minutes before the sombreroed musicians were at their table, panting over the slim but voluptuous brunette.
He was wrong. The trio was at their elbows in seconds; they had been watching the sexy gringa all the while they were singing and playing "Cieiito Lindo" for the middle-aged couple of Americanos. There were three of them: violin, guitar, and a tremendous tub-shaped bass guitar. The Mexican musicians were more nearly alike than their instruments. They wore the tight trousers and short brocaded jackets and huge sombreros of charros. All three had little black moustaches and dark melting eyes and protruding stomachs.
Anna drew her finger slowly from her sucking lips, then let her mouth droop open while she tongued her fingertip. The violin player let his breath out explosively, and Anna glanced downward, still from under lowered lashes. Yes, the crotch of his tight black trousers was developing a conspicuous bulge.
"Would you like 'La Paloma,' senorita? Senora?" asked the guitarist in strongly accented English. He eyed the several rings on her fingers. Mierda! It was impossible to tell if these young gringas were married or not.
Jeff didn't budge from his relaxed slump in the splint-and-leather chair, but his bright blue eyes were like ice as he fixed them on the guitarist. He knew very well that these Mexican dudes referred to their cocks as palomas-doves. How fucking poetic! His gaze chilled even more, and the musician's smile evaporated. This blond gringo had a strong set of shoulders, and the short sleeves of his thin denim shirt exposed powerfully muscled arms.
"No musica." Jeffs voice was low but unequivocal, and his gaze still held that of the guitarist like a vise.
"Con permiso," the violinist said hastily and the trio moved away.
"What're you so uptight about, Jeff?" Her finger was away from her mouth now and her wide lips were set in a thin straight line.
Jeff kept his cool as he flicked a glance at his fiancee. Her walnut-brown hair was pulled back and tied in a loose ponytatt, emphasizing the fine bones and flat planes of her delicately sculptured face. His glance swept on down, taking in the impressive bulge of her unrestrained boobs against her shirt which was unbuttoned nearly to the bottom, and the bottom tied in a knot across her sunbrowned stomach a full three inches above the top of her hip-hugging jeans. Her exposed belly-button was below the table top. At twenty, Anna was an excitingly attractive woman of almost classic beauty. He wondered what she would be like at thirty.
"I get a bit pissed off after a while at these studs who think they've all got to pass the test as heavy Latin lovers." He let his eyes wander across the other tables of the sidewalk cafe where they were sitting, then across the street and upward to fix on the spires of the ancient cathedral half a block away.
Hell, that was what he'd come to Mexico for, to study the art and the architecture. Here they were in Guadalajara-with its legendary churches and museums and universities, and so far all they'd done was slop around town and drink in the daytime and smoke grass at the pad in the evening. A couple of guys from the Art Department at the University of New Mexico had come down the previous semester and located a pad, and that's where he and Anna were staying.
Anna stared at Jeff with growing anger, then she thought better of it. She tipped her glass and swallowed the rest of the margarita, and forced a smile.
"Come on, honey. Let's go back to the casa. The others will be at the university, taking in the art exhibit."
That's where I ought to be, too, he thought, bringing his gaze back to hers. But the glow in her humid brown eyes evoked a grudging tension in his groin.
"Let's go," he said shortly, and stood up.
Every pair of male eyes turned to follow the sinuous undulation of Anna's hips and buttocks with their tightly molded covering of tie-dyed jeans. And more than one hot-eyed senorita looked hungrily at the blond curls and brawny frame of the young man. Que quapo! What would be the difference in making love with the tall gringo compared with one of the local boys?
They walked on down Independencia, then turned right on Industria. Anna stepped over a scrawny dog asleep in the middle of the slanting sidewalk and pushed open a heavy wooden door set in a high wall frosted with broken glass. Jeff followed her in, closing the door behind him.
"Come on, honey," Anna urged from the open doorway of one of the rooms.
At the special note in her voice, Jeff felt the tightening in his groin again. He turned away from the courtyard and entered the squalid room, unlit except for a little light filtering through a broken window high on the wall.
"Turn on the radio." Anna was already untying the knot of her shirt. Quickly she flipped it over a chair of untanned leather and turned toward him, her firmly molded breasts swinging out invitingly. The carmine nipples were already swelling and hardening. She sat on the edge of the rumpled bed and pulled open the drawer of a small but heavy wooden bedside table, fumbled inside and drew out a small box.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. "Just one joint. We'll share it." She lit the stick of marijuana and drew deeply on it. "Here." She handed it to Jeff and stood up to peel off her tight jeans, kicking off her plaited-leather sandals at the same time.
Instead of drawing on the cigarette, Jeff stood looking at the lissome girl as she slid her sheer nylon bikini panties down her full, rounded thighs and let them drop to the tile floor. It was just like the first time he'd seen her naked. Breathtaking. Anna had a body that artists dreamed of. Then his thoughts and feelings changed from esthetic to purely animal.
He handed back the joint. "I don't need that," he said tautly, his blue eyes roving up and down her golden-tanned body, lingering over her boobs thrusting out like unripe papayas, then down to sweep over the slight swell of her belly, down to the rich cluster of dark hair covering her pubic mound. A hot wave of uncontrollable desire swept through him like wildfire on a dry prairie, and he whipped out of his own clothes.
Anna glanced at him in startled delight as he practically lunged at her. Hastily she stubbed out the joint and sank back onto the bed, raising her arms and legs to embrace him. She caught one swift glimpse of his erect cock, swaying swollen-headed, outthrust from his own reddish bush of pubic hair, then he was kneeling over her and she felt the massive blunt head probing the barely moist outer lips of her pussy. At the same time the marijuana she had just inhaled touched her inside like hot fingers, and she joyously threw her legs up and about his waist.
"Oh God!" he groaned as he plunged his long tool all the way into her, not stopping the single fierce thrust until he felt his aching cockhead bump lightly against her cervix. At the same time his balls flopped along the flat plane of her uptilted asscheeks.
The pain of the sudden dive into her only partly prepared love-channel quickly dissipated, and Anna tightened the grip of her legs about her lover. She pulled his head down hard, smothering his face in the hollow of her neck while her hands caressed his back. Her cunt muscles involuntarily squeezed his embedded shaft and they both sucked in their breath with quick gasps.
"Oh honey!" she moaned, her nails raking lightly down his back. "You're the greatest."
Jeff held still for several long moments. His quick desire had been so overwhelming; he didn't want to blast his load as suddenly. He lay on her strong cushioned body until he felt his self-control coming back. Tentatively he tightened the muscles of his asshole, causing his unmoving cock to swell.
"Oh! Oh! Honey!" Anna squealed softly as the throbs sent responsive quivers through her clasping pussy, to spread in warm waves throughout her belly. It was always like this, she thought, through the rosy haze veiling her half-seeing eyes. Even the first time they had made it together a year ago at the university. There had been others, of course, but Jeff's brawny cock seemed to touch depths and stir primitive emotions she had never known she possessed.
"Oh!" The half-thoughts melted away as she gave herself over entirely to the sharp, ecstatic arrows showering through her groin and penetrating to every nerve-ending of her writhing body.
"Hold still, baby!" Jeff grunted. "Too fast!"
"I can't!" she gasped, saliva drooling from the corner of her distorted mouth as the first orgasm erupted within her. "I'm coming, Jeff! Oh, honey, I'm coming! Ooooooooh!"
He stopped his movements and clenched his teeth in an effort to stall off his own climax. Hell! He'd just gone into her. But Anna was like that. Sometimes she went slow and easy, then sometimes, unpredictably, she blasted off with the explosive suddenness of a packet of firecrackers.
"Come with me, lover! Oh, honey, come with me!"
Her strong, smooth thighs were tensing and squeezing around his waist and hips as she tried to climb up and down his rigid cock. Mouthing obscenities in an incoherent stream, her eyes rolling and her teeth gnawing at his shoulder, she jerked and hunched her quivering body at him like a woman gone mad.
He couldn't last. Bracing his elbows and knees against the lumpy bed, he drove into her demanding cunt with his big rod as hard as he could. He felt his own balls and the base of his cock twitching and spasming with the impending explosion of his built-up load.
"You bitch!" he grunted. "You hot bitch! You beautiful, fucking bitch!"
His powerful drives were enough to ram her halfway through the mattress, but Anna was in the throes of her second climax, and her return thrusts were as fierce as his own.
"Now!" she whimpered. "Aaaaaaaaaah, now! Now!" Her nails clawed down his back, and she laughed aloud, joyously, as she felt the first charge of sperm lancing from his pumping cock to bathe the steamy depths of her tunnel.
Jeff clamped his open lips against hers, feeling and tasting her hot, passion-flavored breath. Clamping his hands under her shoulders he dragged her into his final lunges as he emptied his load of jism into her.
Panting heavily, he collapsed on her, his drained cock still hard within her. Gently now, she milked the hard muscle with her expert pussy.
"What a prick you've got, darling," she murmured in his ear, stroking his short curly hair.
Now that her passion had subsided, her thoughts took shape again, and wandered. She remembered the time she'd urged Jeff to let his hair grow long. Christ! He'd looked like a yellow-headed African, with the long bushy curls sticking out all over. They'd both agreed he looked better with it cut close to his head, no matter how the rest of the students wore theirs. She chuckled at the memory, and her laugh caused her cunt to tighten suddenly around his now-softening dong. Would he get hard again? she wondered.
But Jeff had had enough, at least for the moment. He rolled part way off of her, still holding her close enough not to dislodge his cock. A feeling of tranquility eased the indescribable tension he had been experiencing before they had made love. The sweat that had filmed over their bodies in the heat of their fucking now cooled comfortably. He closed his eyes and relaxed, and his limp tool slipped out of her sopping wet cunt.
Still holding him in an embrace more like a mother's than a lover's, Anna opened her eyes and started up at the dim ceiling, with its rough-hewn wooden beams. She wanted a smoke now, but she didn't want to release the comfortable bulk of Jeff's body. She loved him, but he seemed pretty uptight sometimes. Like, here in Mexico, in Guadalajara, he got jealous when she flirted with the Mexican men. What if she did have a little affair or two? What difference would it make? Jeff was her man, and they intended to get married after they graduated from the university. Meanwhile, she was free, dammit.
Her wandering eyes noticed a large crack in the wall of the room, almost directly below the high window. Suddenly a slit of bright afternoon sunlight came through clearly, and Anna smiled to herself. Somebody had been watching them screwing. The thought excited her, for she had often fantasized about doing a lascivious dance before a group of watching men, then putting on a sex exhibition. Sometimes she was an Arab dancing girl in a hashish den in some North African or Middle Eastern city; sometimes she was the captive slave of an African tribe of huge, muscular warriors.
Who was outside? she wondered. A man? Or only some nosy neighborhood kids? It didn't matter; she was excited by the knowledge that male eyes-it had to be a male-were laving her naked body and visually participating in her sex actions. She reached over to run her hand through the wet hair of Jeffs crotch, sliding over his slippery, shrunken dong to clasp his balls in her warm hand and fondle them gently.
He tensed slightly, then relaxed. "You drained me, baby," he said sleepily. "That was fast and furious."
She said nothing, but kept handling his balls tenderly and expertly. She pushed her forefinger on past his sac and between the juncture of his thighs, over the sensitive ridge where the base of his cock became a part of his pelvis, then her fingertip stroked the crisp short hairs around his asshole. He tensed again, and relaxed.
Leaning her head down his chest, she tongued his nipple while her finger teased his asshole, poking at the squinty little eye. She felt the tiny protuberance stiffen and grow under the moist caress of her tongue, and a little quiver rippled through the base of his limp cock. Slowly Jeffs thighs spread apart to give her better access to his apparatus.
He didn't see the little smile on Anna's lips as she cocked an eye toward the crack in the wall and saw that again the sunlight was blocked out. She quickly projected on the screen of her mind a handsome Mexican youth, dark-eyed and swarthy, licking his lips and probably fondling his own stiffening cock while he watched the senorita going over her lover. A pleasant heat suffused her body, and she wondered if she were blushing. The thought excited her more.
Moving down from his flinty little nipple, she brushed her soft thick lips across his chest, tonguing as she went. Her finger poked a fraction of an inch into the clenched, rubbery orifice of his ass. The quiver through the base of his cock was stronger this time. She glanced down to see the flaccid flesh-pole rolling lazily across Jeff's thighs and starting its slow progress up his belly as it began to harden again. She imagined that his quickened breathing was the hoarse excited breathing of the watcher outside.
As her inquisitive fingertip probed just inside his grommet, Jeff felt desire again flushing his loins. A couple of minutes ago he would have sworn it couldn't happen again, not for several hours at least. Jesus! Anna was one hot creature, as much an artist in her way as he was with the brushes and oils. And she had absolutely no hangups. That was the trouble. For a split second a frown creased his forehead, then a shiver of delight shot through him as Anna's questing mouth went across his belly and her finger poked a trifle deeper into his pinched asshole.
He reached down and ran his hand througn her hair, loosened from the ribbon which had knotted her ponytail. The long brown strands spread across his pelvis and his thighs, and he felt her tonguetip flick across the head of his nearly erect cock. His eyes glazed and half-closed, nor did he notice that she kept shifting position to give the best view to the invisible watcher at the crack in the wall. Now she got up on her knees and elbows, her buttocks aimed directly at the wall as she took the bulging head of his tool in her mouth. Swinging her valentine-shaped buttocks slowly from side to side, she began a lazy bobbing with her head, taking a little more of his slowly expanding shaft into her mouth on each downstroke.
Jeffs legs stiffened and he spread them farther apart. He stroked Anna's flowing hair.
"That's nice, baby," he murmured, his eyes closed in rapture. "Oh, that's nice. Don't stop; don't stop. That's so good!"
It was. Jeff had had his cock sucked by other chicks back on the campus, and often with expertise, but never the way Anna did it. She turned him on like no other woman could. He clenched his teeth and forced himself to lie quietly instead of seizing her head and thrusting himself upward, deep into her mouth and throat
"Christ, that's good!" he gritted between clenched teeth.
Anna's flexible lips smiled around his thick cock. Twisting around to give a full view of her face with his tool half-buried in it to the viewer, she went down slowly, relaxing her throat muscles as the bulbous head wedged deep in her throat. She felt the sinewy shaft expanding even more with the excitement of her sword-swallowing act. From time to time she did this for Jeff, but never often enough for it to be taken for granted. Now she pressed down, letting the slippery wedge-shaped head pry apart the walls of her throat. Down, down she went until the wedge was past the first powerful constriction of her throat; after that it was easier.
"Oh shit, baby!" The ecstatic cry burst from Jeffs lips as he felt her teeth nibbling lightly at the very base of his cock. For a split second he wondered what the hell had turned Anna on so, but the rapturous streaks of lightning lancing through his cock and through his groin scorched out all other thoughts and sensations. He gave himself up entirely to the moment's delight.
"... from Guadalajara, the city of roses ..." The announcer's voice came softly through the radio. A moment later the strains' of delightful mood-music came through the I'm station, and Anna matched her up and down strokes to the slow rhythm.
Finally the uncontrolled jerking of Jeffs ass indicated to her that he wasn't far from coming, so she pulled her mouth off his throbbing prick, popping her lips like a child reluctantly releasing its candy sucker. She had a couple more tricks to perform for the man outside. She sensed that it was a man, for a youngster would have been shouting excitedly and carrying on. This watcher was silent, engrossed. She imagined his hand rubbing his stiffened cock through his trousers, or if nobody was around, probably he had it out, stroking away and imagining that her lips were around it. She smiled.
Rising on her knees she pushed Jeff's spread legs closer together and straddled them with her back toward his face, and her own face toward the crack in the wall. Seizing his pulsing tool in one hand, she moved her knees and positioned herself over the rampant flesh-pole. Holding it tightly below the swollen head, she parted the hair over her cunt-lips with her other hand, exposing the moist fleshy folds. She thrust her pussy down until the outer lips just contacted the tip of the pink knob rearing up to her. The stretched pink skin of the head was wet with the saliva of her mouth and the preliminary oozing out through the tiny slit of an orifice in the tip.
Slowly she stroked it along the slot of her cunt, all the way from her asshole up to her clit, hooded by the apex of her cunt-lips. Hot waves swept over her entire body as she felt the hidden eye burning, raping her visually while she moved her ass enticingly back and forth over the spike tipping her sensitive pussy. She moved her free hand up to cup and squeeze her swaying tits, one after the other. The purplish-pink nipples popped out like little hard-ons, stiff and swollen, and she squeezed them and rotated her finger and thumb over them.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed, her mouth slackening and opening. Head now thrown back, her hair fell far down her shoulders and back, rippling with her movements. Waiting no longer, she fixed the tip of the cock-head right against her juicy cunt-opening.
Eyes veiled by her long lashes, she licked her lips feverishly as she sank slowly down, feeling the huge prick stretching her canal, forcing the snug walls apart.
"Oh, man!" she groaned. "Oh, Jeff. Oh God? That's the greatest!" The juices gushed around the invading cylinder, and she sank heavily, letting the entire shaft slide into her. She gave another long sigh as her asscheeks settled on his groin. It felt as if Jeff were all the way up inside her, right up through her stomach, nearly touching her throat. Her tongue thrust far out to lick her lips.
Jeff lay in a blissful daze, balanced delicately on the ridge between control and one hell of a climax. Lazily he swept his slitted eyes over the smooth curving back of the woman mounted on his hard aching cock. With his head braced against a pillow, he watched her slow ride up and down, her firm but fleshy asscheeks swelling out over his belly. He reached out and pushed against her back gently, and she leaned far forward, almost touching her elbows to the bed. Her ass was now fully exposed to his view and he could see his vein-swollen shaft, glistening wet in the dimness of the room, sliding in and out of the hair-encircled ring of her cunt. The pressure of his cock, bent forward by her position, gave him a slightly different thrill.
She looked back at him and smiled, her wide lips wet by her perpetually moving, lascivious tongue. The bright gleam of her eyes betrayed her excitement and delight.
"You're the greatest, baby," he murmured. He watched the pink lips of her stretched cunt-hole pull in and out as she slid up and down slowly. She kept watching him, and her own excitement was fueled by the look on his face.
He tickled her asshole with his fingertip. The puckered little brown eye was slightly stretched by the tremendous pressure inside her pussy channel, only a membrane away.
She laughed at the^jiew sensation, and her cunt muscles clenched spasmodically on his captive dick. Then she straightened up to her former position and resumed her slow ride, like a kid on a hobby-horse in a carnival. Both her hands were clasping her tits now, and she almost forgot about the hidden watcher as the preliminary throbs of impending climax pulsed through her belly.
Abruptly the surges erupted into an overwhelming tidal wave of rapture and she broke her steady rhythm to bounce wildly up and down the thick rod impaling her.
"Now, lover!" she shrieked, her head jerking from side to side. "I'm coming, love. I'm coooooooommm-mmming! Now! Oh! Now! Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
Jeff felt his own load building up, but he suddenly wanted to be on top of her, to be in control of his ramming machine, to drive it through her willing body. The moment she subsided somewhat from her rending climax, he reared up and threw her off him and onto the bed, flipping her over onto her back with his powerful arms. His throbbing, swollen cock was out of her for only a second as he flung himself between her gaping thighs. Then he was plunging himself into her again, plowing cruelly into the pussy furrow that was now sopping wet with their combined juices.
Anna grimaced slightly at the raging force of the bludgeon invading her, then her legs locked around Jeffs waist and she gave herself up to the renewed waves of delight. She came again, and again, and still the piledriving hammer drove on and on.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, a trickle of saliva slipping from the corner of her slack lips. "Come, honey! For God's sake come! I don't think I can take any more."
Her upturned asscheeks were wet with all the juice sliding out of her overflowing pussy, and the front of Jeffs hips made a smacking sound as he pounded away. His toes were dug into the mattress as he forced himself deeper into her belly. He. could feel that his cock was now swollen to gigantic proportions, and Anna's groans were pleas for mercy, but a rage possessed him and he drove into her savagely.
Then the trigger released itself, and he felt the first leaping surge of sperm torrenting through his cock. Anna's hands tore weakly at her hair and her eyes rolled about as his jerking dick spurted charge after charge of hot cream deep inside her tormented channel.
Finally he relaxed, spent and panting, and Anna sighed with relief. Her battered cunt automatically milked the remaining drops of jism from his dong, while her glazed eyes sought the crack in the wall. As she watched, completely relaxed and already half-asleep, the sunlight suddenly slitted its way through. The watcher had gone.
Smiling contentedly, Anna fell asleep.
Chapter Ii
"San Tomas!" Anna exclaimed scornfully. "Shit, Jeff, who wants to go live in that elephants' graveyard? Just a bunch of antiques-retired Americans waiting to die. This town swings. Or we could go on to Mexico City, if you don't want to stay here. There's plenty of art in Mexico City."
The early afternoon sun heated the little courtyard like an oven. Ada lay on a multicolored serape, spread in the middle of the square of sunlight. She was totally naked, her reddish-brown hair spread out from her head like a bronze halo, while the brighter-colored hair of her pubis glinted in the sun. A pair of very dark sunglasses shielded her eyes. Her arms were flung out from her sides, and her legs were widespread.
Cal lay back in a leather-laced lounge chair in the shaded patio facing the courtyard. His black eyes were fixed reflectively on Ada's cunt. The long pink-lipped slit showed through the parted mat of hair, but the puffy lips touched, concealing the mouth of her love-chute.
Jeff sprawled in another chair, a dripping daiquiri held loosely in his hand propped on an adjacent table. He was. watching Cal. Cal and Ada were the more or less permanent householders of this slummy pad; from time to time other American and Canadian hippies dropped in to crash for a while. Jeff hardly noticed Anna's outburst. He was concentrating on the deep-olive countenance of Cal.
From behind her dark glasses, Ada was studying Cal, too. After several weeks of living with the guy, she still couldn't figure him. Tall, even taller than Jeff, and slim, with the corded muscular force of a rawhide -quirt, he wore a close-trimmed curly black beard that further concealed his age. He had come down to Guadalajara and signed up for a minimal number of art-related courses at the Universidad. He received GI checks from the Veterans' Administration, for he had been in Vietnam for over two years. According to his infrequent and succinct comments about himself, Cal was an existentialist, a believer in the absurdity of life and nothing more. When Ada had come drifting through and decided to stay at the pad, he had said neither yes or no. She stayed.
She felt the prickling of perspiration as it broke out on her hot hide, forming a fine sheen over most of her body. Looking at Cal's bearded lips, she felt an extra heat in her loins. Christ! The guy really turned her on! Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she tensed and flexed her thighs and buttocks, causing her cunt to squirm and part like a hungry mouth.
Cal's heavy-browed eyes slid upward across her perfectly round tits, only slightly flattened by their weight. If he noticed the swelling of her pink nipples in the middle of their pale aureolas, he betrayed no expression.
"Y'know what, Jeff?" he said calmly. "I can see that as a sort of surrealistic painting, or maybe even a double-exposure photograph. Imagine that body in just that pose on a huge, sun-glared sundial."
"You prick!" Ada's lips, parted and heavy with her growing passion, suddenly snapped into a taut line. "Is that all you think of when you see my bod? A goddam painting?"
Jeff grinned wryly and sipped his daiquiri. Then he turned toward Anna who was lying in a cord hammock strung between a pillar of the patio and a large hook in the wall. Keeping his voice emotionless, he said, "San Tomas is an old Indian village on the lake. A lot of artists live there, and the settings are natural and colorful. So are the natives. Guadalajara is getting plastic."
At that moment the announcer's voice broke through the background music of the battery-operated radio in the corner of the patio; "This is Guadalajara, the pearl of the West, Mexico's second largest city."
"Say, Anna, aren't you on a sociology kick?" Ada demanded, sitting up suddenly. She folded her feet across the tops of her plump thighs in a crosslegged lotus position, then straightened her back and drew in her breath, raising her milk-pale boobs into enchanting arched domes. "How's this pose, maestro?" she flung at Cal.
Anna scowled a trifle. A twinge of guilt flickered through her mind as she admitted that yes. her stated purpose in coming to Mexico was to gather material for a sociology monograph on a Latin culture. She had read Oscar Lewis and all the other writers on the Mexican and CHicano cultures, and having lived most of her life in New Mexico. she spoke Spanish fluently enough. But since arriving in Guadalajara, her intellect seemed to have merged into her senses, and she felt more than she thought these days. The old architecture of the city, still embedded in the new steel-and-concrete landscape like a dull, flawed gem in a shiny setting, pleased her eyes; the high-pitched singing of the mariachi trou-badors appealed to her ears; and the scent of jasmine and plumeria was sensually intoxicating as it permeated her nostrils and her whole being.
In San Tomas, the tiny village on the shore of Lake Chapala, she would have ample opportunity to gather all the data she needed for her monograph. She had been there recently with Jeff to visit his uncle and aunt who owned a very comfortable casa right on the lake's edge. But there were no young people there, none that she had seen. The tiny pueblo was dirty, with cobble-stoned streets-alleys, rather. No place to dance, or rap with beautiful people. Only the natives. Again a twinge of guilt tugged at her.
"And," Jeff went on evenly, "Donna and Val are leaving in a few days on an extended business trip to New York, then they might go on to Europe for awhile. We can have their casa."
"Okay," Anna said resentfully. "Let's go."
In spite of himself, Jeff broke into a short pleased laugh. That was Anna! Impetuous, candid, no hangups. He shot her a warm look. "We can go in the morning just as well. This is Mexico, after all. You don't do things suddenly."
"I'll drink to that," Ada exclaimed, raising her arms in a ballet pose. "If somebody'll bring me a drink." She looked directly at Cal.
"Are you trying to tell me something, puta?" Cal said.
Eavesdropping from the dark greasy compartment that passed for a kitchen, Lupe the maid of all chores winced at the Spanish term for "whore." But Ada only laughed.
"Chinga tu madre!" Fuck your mother!
Lupe winced again. Santa Maria, but these "heepees" were strange animals. Had she said such a thing to her current lover Juan, he would have slapped her silly. But the tall silent gringo, for all his macho in the bed, got up and began to make a fresh shaker of daiquiris. Lupe shook her head, but continued peeking from the obscurity of the kitchen. When El Alto took a drink to the seated nude girl, she reached up and pinched his cock through his worn jeans.
Maria! thought Lupe, rubbing her swarthy hand down over her barrel-shaped belly to stroke between her fat thighs. She would like to have the tall one's piece in her. She had seen it more than once, what with the way they all lay about naked, smoking marijuana and fucking everywhere. It was the longest meat she had ever seen on any man, as long, even, as some she had seen on horses. Que guapo! Her fingers plowed deeper in her well-used furrow. Would she be able to take all that long instrument inside her? But the silent gringo never looked at her except to give orders. She shrugged and returned to her chores.
Anna rolled lightly out of the hammock and padded barefoot to the end of the patio, to the toilet. Cal, seated near Jeff again, turned his head toward the other and said in a low terse voice, "Get her the fuck out of Mexico!" Then he poured himself a small drink from the shaker.
Jeff stared at him in disbelief. He had known Cal now for only a week or so, but he felt he knew the man well. As well as anyone could get to know the strange individual. But he would have sworn that Cal would never give advice to anyone. He could think of nothing to say in reply, but that was all right, too, because Cal obviously didn't expect a reply. He was facing Ada again and sipping daintily at his drink.
He was still staring when Anna came back from the John. She turned up the radio a bit and the compelling rhythm of a mambo came through. A little smile played over her mobile lips as she began dancing, her body in sinuous tempo with the music. As she danced, the loosely tied knot of her shirttail came unloosed and fell over her tight, unbelted hiphugger jeans. When the unbuttoned shirt came apart in front, she simply shrugged the garment off, letting it drop to the tile floor of the patio. Barefoot and bare-topped, she danced in a transport of delight, caught up completely in the music and her own movements.
"What a set of boobs!" Ada exclaimed, her voice subdued in its sincerity. Unconsciously she reached for her own and fondled them lightly while she watched the other girl's breasts jiggling and swaying.
"I'll have some of that," she said, rising with fluid grace to her feet'and stepping into the shade of the patio. As she hit the tile she slipped into the rhythm of the dance, hardly more than arms' length in front of Anna.
Jeff and Cal watched. Anna was an inch or two taller than the chestnut-haired Ada, and her hips were trimmer. Ada had a truly voluptuous pair of hips and buttocks, but they were firm and shapely, and as she danced to the seductive Latin beat she appeared to be sensuality incarnate. Jeff felt his prick hardening.
Ada was right. Anna's tits were something else. Larger than Ada's own round beauties, they had a slight melon shape to them, and they pointed outward from the center of her chest, instead of straight ahead. Both girls' nipples were stubby-hard now, Anna's deep crimson and Ada's a lighter pink.
Ada danced gradually closer to Anna, her eyes fixed hungrily on the purple aureolas of her breasts, huge beauty-spots that excited her strangely. Feeling the other girl's gaze on her, Anna smiled and a ripple of excitement went through her loins, the same excitement she had felt yesterday afternoon when the unseen watcher had observed her and Jeff fucking. Now she could feel the tension in her nipples as they swelled out farther, hardening into wine-red agates. She had only drunk one daiquiri, but she felt intoxicated by it all, the sexy rhythm and the eyes fixed upon her. She wanted to peel out of her jeans and panties and dance naked like Ada, but that would break the rhythm, so she didn't do it.
Ada's hand reached out, slow-motion, as in a dream, smoothly serpentine. Anna caught her breath and bit, her lower lip between her teeth even before she felt the hot moist palm sliding over her breast with feminine knowledge of exactly where to touch. She nearly lost the tempo of the dance as a fiery wave flooded her loins with quick desire. Ada moved closer and put her other arm about Anna's slim waist, still swaying, and undulating to the music. The hand on Anna's tit cupped and fondled expertly as her thumb and forefinger rolled the swollen nipple lightly.
Jeff's cock was bulging against the thin restraint of his jeans. The glass in his hand was forgotten as he stared at the erotic sight. Tearing his eyes away, he shot a glance at Cal. That bearded stoic sat unmoving, but his gaze, too, was magnetized by the swaying figures of the dancing girls. It was impossible to tell what thoughts went on behind his half-closed eyelids.
Now Anna's arms, which had been swaying and curving over her head, came forward, and her hands rested lightly on Ada's. Her head was thrown back and her eyes slitted, while her tongue-tip slithered across her thin lips. Still in rhythm with the music she offered her tits openly to the other girl's caressing hand.
The number ended suddenly. Still holding Anna, Ada dropped her head and took one of the turgid nipples in her mouth, licking and sucking it hungrily. In turn, Anna moved her hands downward across the curved-over back of the auburn-haired one, tantalizing and caressing her with her touch.
A shudder racked Anna's frame as the hot tongue on her nipple struck a particularly erotic combination of nerve-ends, and her gasp sounded in the ears of the watching men. As if in response, Ada's hips jerked. She wheeled away, releasing the shuddering woman, and hurried across the patio to drop on her knees before Cal.
"Open, man!" she moaned. "Open!" Without waiting for him to move, she forced his legs apart and crawled forward into the V. Frantically she unfastened the huge-buckled leather belt of his jeans, and deftly zipped open the fly.
"You're hard!" she exulted, dragging out his cock.
Jeff stared in amazement at the incredibly long meat-pole exposed by the desperate girl. Over many years of being around bare-assed men in lockerrooms and showers he had seen a wide variety of cocks, all sizes and shapes. But the slim sinewy rod thrusting up out of a kinky mass of black hair was the longest by far he had ever seen;
But he only saw the vermilion-capped pillar for a second; the ravenous girl plunged hef saliva-wet lips down over it, taking a third of it into her mouth. Turning her head sideways, she let the hard tip shove her cheek out into a distorted bulge. Watching her, Jeff thought ridiculously of a flute player moving her lips along the rounded instrument, only instead of playing her lips on the surface, Ada was shoving one end into her mouth.
She twisted her head again, shoving down hard to swallow half the rigid muscle. Her naked body quivered as her lips pursed and her cheeks hollowed in with the force of her suction. She seemed to achieve a sort of relief from her near-hysterical urgency, for she pulled her head up, off the glistening cock, and smiled up at Cal.
"Good!" she said huskily. "Yummy!"
Anna had been left suspended on a lift of passion, and she suddenly felt a twinge of panic. She looked at the erotic scene being played in the shade of the patio just a few feet from where she stood, and anger replaced her frustration. She had been the center of attention before; now she was abandoned, forgotten. She looked at the faces of the men.
Cal sat as immobile as a lifelike sculpture, his impassive face turned down toward the kneeling girl between his spread legs. Only the glitter of the amulet strung about his neck betrayed the fact that he was breathing. Nestled in the thicket of hair on his naked chest, the gold-clasped turquoise jewelry secured to a rawhide thong lifted and fell imperceptibly with his breathing, catching the reflected sunlight. His arms rested quietly on the arms of the chair. Only that fantastically long prick, soaring up into the air and partly covered by the clutching hands of Ada, revealed his passion.
Jeff's eyes were fixed on the kneeling girl's face. He was entranced by the play of emotions, raw lust that bordered on fury, in her countenance. Jesus! he thought. What a picture! He needed a camera shot so that he could refer to it later when he attempted to recapture her expression in a painting. But he sat as transfixed as Cal, though Cal was relaxed stillness, while Jeff felt as if every nerve and muscle in his body was tuned as tautly as a piano string.
Again Ada took the rose-tipped wand in her velvety lips and slid her head downward until her forehead bumped against Cal's flat stomach. The very air in the enclosed courtyard and patio seemed to be alive, yet perfectly still with some mystic anticipation. From the kitchen, fat Lupe stared at the focused action, her black eyes round and large, and her hand thrust deep beneath her belly, ramming the cloth of her slatternly skirt into her wet cunt. She hardly breathed.
It was Anna who broke up the scene.
"Lay that joy-stick on the table, Ada," she exclaimed, coming forward. She dug into the pockets of her jeans arid brought out several silver pesos. "Give me some pesos, Jeff."
Jeff let out his breath explosively, and laughed. "Right on," he said, standing up and digging into his pockets. "Christ, Cal, that tool's for barroom betting only."
"The hell it is," Ada retorted, reluctantly coming off the erect cock again and getting to her feet. "Okay, virgin's nightmare, let's play games."
The faintest of smiles curved Cal's lips as he stood up. He towered over the table, his throbbing dong a foot and a half above the leather-covered top of the equipal.
"How the hell do I lay it on the table?" he grunted.
"I'll hold it," Anna volunteered, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She dropped her pesos on the table and seized the high-angled hard-on in both hands, forcing it down parallel with the table top.
Jeff looked at her with amused curiosity, noting the bright glaze in her eyes and her tonguetip flickering over her slack lips. She squeezed the cock in her hands as she pressed it down to the horizontal.
"Move your hands," Ada protested as she picked up some pesos and started to place them on top of Cal's cock.
The stiff tool became even more like a steel rod as the girls touched and pressed it while balancing the coins in a row on top of it. Anna got a firm grip on the sharply pointed pink head with her fingertips, and held it steady while Ada laid on more coins.
"Seven already!" Ada exclaimed, placing the seventh coin just behind the ridge of the cockhead. "And another peso wouldn't begin to cover the head!"
"Christ!" Jeff muttered. "That's more than nine inches."Do you find many women who can take that much cock?"
"Easy," Ada boasted, raking off the coins and brushing aside Anna's hand in the same motion. The released cock sprang up to a defiant angle.
"Come on, honey, let's show them." Ada turned and started for the bedroom she and Cal shared. She held onto his stiff prong with one hand as if she were holding a whip handle, and led him behind her.
"All women are exhibitionists," Cal grunted. He glanced at Jeff with a wry grin. "Come join our orgy." He held up his sagging trousers with one hand and followed Ada. '
Anna followed so closely her breath was hot on Cal's back. With a shrug, Jeff got up and followed the procession into the dim bedroom.
Instead of a bed, Cal had tatamis spread Japanese-style on the floor and covered with several blankets. The bearded man kicked off his huaraches, then allowed Ada to drag his jeans down to his ankles. He wore no undershorts. He dropped to the blankets and Ada pulled* his trousers off, throwing them carelessly into the corner.
"Down, honey," she commanded. "Let me do this." And she pressed her hand against his chest, forcing him to lie back.
He relaxed, folding his hands behind his head to tilt his head forward so he could see all the action about his still-hard tool. Quickly Ada straddled him, her back toward his face. Anna as quickly dropped to her knees in front of the other girl and bent forward to watch avidly as Ada lost no time in grasping the long, sinewy lovestick and pressing the tip into her damp slot. Jeff sat crosslegged to one side, not sure of his feelings at all.
The sense of frustration continued to vaguely irritate Anna as she watched Ada, her tongue outthrust and gripped between her teeth, poise her hips, then slowly ride down as if her knees and thighs were hydraulic jacks, lowering her with fluid smoothness onto the sinewy piston sliding inside her ample loins. Ada braced her hands on Cal's knees, leaning forward somewhat as she continued her descent.
When the shaft was half-buried in her cunt, a little frown of concentration creased her forehead and pinched her eyebrows together. She stopped, balanced like an arrested hobbyhorse on its pole.
"What's the matter? Too much for you?" Anna jeered. She was bent even closer, her face not two feet away from the girl's cock-plugged pussy, and a fine sheen of perspiration gleamed on her forehead.
"It takes some doing." Ada panted. "You can try it next if you want to." Her rounded thighs tensed and she raised her buttocks up, sliding almost off the blue-veined shaft. The taut skin glistened with a slippery coating of the girl's cunt-juice.
Anna could see that it wasn't the thickness of Cal's tool that had slowed Ada; his cock was nowhere near as thick as Jeff's. It was the mind-boggling length of the thing which had caused the sexy girl to halt for a moment
Anna's face was so close now that she could smell the hot scent of Ada's pussy, blended with the exciting odor of cock. Her mouth sagged, and she reached to fondle one of her own breasts.
Ada jiggled her ass in a circular motion, sliding up and down only an inch or two while her flowing pussy lubricated still more the spike wedged inside her. A sloshing sound broke the intense silence of the room, and she grinned lasciviously.
"That oughta do it," she said, looking directly at Jeff and winking. Then she glanced down meaningfully at Anna crouching with her blue-jeaned buttocks tipped skyward.
For the first time Jeff became aware of his own hard-on. He took his eyes off Ada's wedged-open pussy lips and looked at Anna's ripe tits swinging from her down-angled chest like grape-tipped balloons. He also noted that she was caressing one of them while she gazed raptly as Ada began her slow descent again.
Slowly Anna reached out her free hand and slipped it around the lower half of Cal's cock. She squeezed it, then pumped it in short easy strokes even as Ada's cunt descended closer to her fist.
"Wow!" exploded from Cal's clenched mouth. His head was tipped forward enough to see the extra hand working between the wide V of Ada's thighs, and the sensation was almost more than he could bear right then. Closing his eyes, he forced his attention onto an imaginary landscape.
Jeff stood up and peeled out of his clothes. As his own swollen cock sprang outward from his belly, Ada motioned to him with a nod of her head.
"Come here," she said, her eyes fixed hungrily on the huge-knobbed prick.
Jeff grinned and stepped forward between all the outstretched legs and feet until his cock pointed at Ada's wide-open mouth. She clasped her hands around his hard slim asscheeks and pulled him toward her. As her lips closed tightly around the flange of his cock, she closed her.eyes and took in a deep breath that swelled her round tits out until the nipples brushed Jeffs knees.
"Hey!" Anna tore her eyes away from the slowly entering cock-shaft and looked up at her fiance's shaft sinking between Ada's pulling lips. "No fair!" She released her grip on Cal's dong and stood up. Quickly she stripped off her jeans and bikini panties.
A fresh surge of excitement fired her as she realized that all three pairs of eyes were on her, standing naked to one side. Sensually she ran her hands over and under her tits, squeezing them and pressing them upward. Then she ran her hands across her belly and into the dark-chocolate thicket of hair over her love-mound. Her smile was as lascivious as Ada's had been before Ada filled her mouth with Jeff's cock. Slowly, deliberately, she dropped into almost the same position as before, on her knees and elbows with her beautifully rounded buttocks pointed up at an inviting angle.
Ada pulled her mouth off Jeff's cock, now wet with her saliva and his own preliminary juice. "Go, boy!" she ordered, nodding toward the waiting Anna.
Jeff moved around behind Anna and dropped to his knees between her widespread legs. Sliding one hand across the small of her back, he used his other hand to guide his rigid dong into position. He slid the head up and down her slot first, making it juicier than it was al- ready. Then he placed the tip of his cockhead against the pink inner lips of her spread pussy and pressed forward steadily.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Anna sighed as the tremendous knob forced its way into her willing channel. For a moment she felt as if she were choking, so thick was the wedge invading her snug passage, and a blinding flame swept over her, blurring her vision and stopping her breath. Then the choking sensation was replaced by exquisite pleasure, and she sighed again.
As if signaled by the smooth entrance of Jeffs cock into Anna's pussy, Ada sank on down onto the long slim fleshrod inside her. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled upward when she felt the rubbery tip punching at the very end of her canal, and she paused to get her breath before she sank any further. Finally her asscheeks rested on his thighs; she slipped a probing hand down through the furrow of her pussy until her fingers touched the hot shaft beneath her. He was all the way in her.
"Hail Mary!" she exclaimed.
Anna's eyes, glazed and half-closed with the ecstasy in her own loins, opened wide at Ada's exclamation. She stared in disbelief at the distended pussy lips gripping the very base of Cal's buried cock.
"I don't believe it," she breathed. She raised her head and looked at Ada who was smiling triumphantly. "Where is the end of that thing? In your throat?"
"Damn near," Ada pretended to gargle.
Anna laughed, and her laugh caused her cunt muscles to contract spasmodically around Jeff's cock, now almost all the way in her.
"Great, baby! Do that again," he urged. At the same time he reached under Anna and tickled her belly, and she laughed again.
Between the spastic clutches and releases of Anna's pussy, Jeff rammed forward, burying his shaft right up to his balls in her, and his belly rubbed across the satiny smooth skin of her firmly rounded asscheeks. He leaned forward across her back and reached under to seize a tit in each hand and squeeze them, using his grip as leverage to fuck hard into her with long lunges.
"Oh, daddy!" she grunted rhythmically on each lunge. "Oh, daddy! Oh! Fuck-me! Fuck-me! Oh- fuck-me!"
She dropped her head till her forehead rested on her laced fingers on the blankets, and she arched her back to throw her ass even higher to meet Jeff's drives, longer and harder as his excitement built up.
Carried away by the sight of the powerfully driving cock of Jeff, and the feel of the deeply buried stud inside her own highly sensitized pussy, Ada began riding up and down like a girl posting on horseback.
"Oh, damn!" she wailed happily. "Oh, nothing's greater!" She pressed her hands against her temples and wailed even louder, an insane ululation of pure lust. As she rode higher and higher, slamming her well-cushioned asscheeks down onto Cal's groin, the increasing juiciness of her pussy leaked through her tight cunt-lips to trickle down the love-pole in her. The wet slapping sound grew louder.
Anna was moaning now, her mouth partly muffled against her hands. Higher and higher she soared in mindless ecstasy, her body driven forward in a pounding rhythm, only for her to recoil to meet the next drive joyously. Jeff had released her tits and was clutching her padded hipbones now, aiding her back-thrusts. He grunted loud each time he plunged his cock all the way to the very bottom of her channel, stroking her cervix with his cockhead.
"Get ready, baby!" he hissed, feeling the load building up to an inexorable pressure in his balls.
Instinctively she reached one hand back between her parted thighs to clasp his swinging balls and fondle them. Her probing forefinger rubbed along the throbbing tube at the base of his plunging cock. Suddenly, with no warning at all, she was gripped in a wild orgasm that whipped her straining body into a frenzied series of spasms.
"Oh, God!" she screeched. "What's happening to me?" She had never been so triggered before in her life. It was as if some outside force had control of her body and was jerking her about like a puppet on a string. "Owwwww!" The sharp intensity of her spasms was almost painful.
Her weird plunges jerked Jeff completely out of control, and he started coming, too. With each volley of sperm, he rammed his cock as deep as he could into her, and each burst of hot fluid seemed to set her off on still another frenzied orgasm.
"I can't stop!" she gasped, flinging her head from side to side. "I can't stop!"
It was too much for Ada, the sight of the bucking pair coming so furiously and the feel of the throbbing pole on which she was frantically impaling herself. She started coming and shouting at the same time.
"Oh shit! Oh damn! Oh God, it's so good! So gooooood! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" She flopped grotesquely, then lunged forward on her face, flipping off Cal's steaming dick just as he started coming. Like a geyser-ing tube the swaying tool spurted gobs of creamy jism into the air, some splattering back on Cal's belly, some arcing forward to land wetly on Ada's plump buttocks.
The other pair had collapsed on their sides where they lay, panting heavily and almost passed out from the exhaustion of their spent fury.
After a long while Cal squirmed his legs beneath the weight of Ada's body and growled,. "For God's sake, woman, go get a wet towel and wipe me clean."
Chapter Ill
Jeff and Anna took a midmorning bus out of Guadalajara. As they climbed up into the first-class coach, the driver's appraising stare took in the bare slim waist of the brunette girl and the open neck of her shirt which was knotted as usual at the bottom, forming a sort of support for her swaying boobs. Climbing up behind her, Jeff paused a fraction of a second and locked eyes with the stocky, square-faced driver. Challenge glinted briefly in the driver's eyes, then he looked away. Jeff turned to follow Anna to their reserved seats not far from the front. Hell, he grumped to himself, he couldn't blame the man for raping her with his eyes; Anna asked for it. They weren't at some student party where everybody dressed as carelessly and as scantily as they wanted to and nobody gave a damn. They were in Old Mexico, still traditional in spite of the miniskirts the young girls wore.
"You take the window seat," Anna said, standing aside in the aisle for Jeff to enter first.
Other eyes on the bus were staring at the sexy gringa, too. Anna's thin lips curved in a sensual smile as she felt the now familiar onset of the new thrill she was experiencing in Mexico. She had never before thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but in the past few days she had begun to revel in this new excitement. It was like having several hands caressing her simultaneously; the burning desire she encountered in the dark eyes sweeping over her was as apparent as if each man held a stiff cock in his hand, presenting it to her like some knight of old tipping his lance in salute toward the lady of his choice and his dreams.
Except the bus--driver's eyes were greenish, not chocolate-brown. And as he slid his cap back and scratched his head, he revealed a rebellious cluster of reddish curls.
"Look!" Anna nudged Jeff's ribs with her elbow. "He's got red hair and green eyes."
Without looking, Jeff knew she was referring to the driver. "Lots of Irish came down to Latin America," he said shortly, still looking out the window at the two young girls getting ready to board the bus. They were what he considered typical Mexican beauties-coal-black hair, gold-tinged olive complexion, long-lashed dark eyes, high-thrust tits and a flare of hips and pert buttocks that caused his heart to melt. Then a sadness dampened his admiration; they were built for sex, but like a butterfly they were only graced with their beauty for a short time, then they married and popped out babies in a continual series, and their bodies became barrel-shaped like that of Lupe, the criada at Cal's pad.
Anna's eyes met the green ones of the driver as he glanced into his rearview mirror, and she smiled. He stared without smiling, but automatically he reached to preen his neatly trimmed moustache.
After the bus was finally in motion, the driver glanced back from time to time and Anna felt his eyes unbuttoning the remaining buttons of her plunging shirt front. The imagined caress of expert fingers stimulated her, and a warmth suffused her loins. She wanted to press her own fingers between her thighs, but she was sufficiently conscious not to. But the imaginary caresses continued, more intimately, and her eyes half-closed as she fantasized that the motion of the moving bus was a motion of another sort. Her breath came lightly and rapidly and the warmth of her loins rose through her body until her cheeks felt flushed.
The two young girls had taken the seat just across the aisle, and now the one seated next to the aisle glanced across Anna's profile at Jeff, whose head was in his hand, his elbow propped against the window. His eyes encountered the flashing glance of the girl and he grinned slightly. Boldly she smiled in return, then turned to chatter softly and rapidly to her companion. This one too leaned forward to look at Jeff and smile. They were beautiful, absolutely beautiful, he reflected. They looked enough alike to be sisters, and their rhin-iskirted costumes were almost alike. The main difference in them was that the near one had short hair molded to her small head, and the one near the window had long hair that cascaded forward over the curve of her breasts as she looked at Jeff.
Since it was impossible-awkward, at least-to try to start a conversation across Anna and across the aisle, Jeff relaxed and looked out the window again. It was a game, he knew, generally a harmless- game of flirtation the young girls were allowed as long as they were in company or chaperoned. But in most parts of Mexico chastity was still highly regarded, even demanded by the male machismo, and after marriage the babies started tumbling out and the girl's moment of beauty and freedom was ended.
So far he hadn't fucked a Mexican girl. In fact, he had only made it with Anna in the short time they had been south of the border, mainly because he had been preoccupied with sketching and accumulating subject-material for his painting. He turned to look across the aisle again.
The girl on the aisle had slid her plump fanny a few inches forward on her seat, and the move had shoved her short miniskirt higher on her thighs. Looking down the exposed tan length of her legs, down to her small bare feet in thin-strapped sandals, Jeff at first imagined that he was making a sketch with charcoal and pad. Then he looked upward and observed that the girl was watching him from the corner of her eye. He forgot about sketching as a tension gripped the base of his cock.
Very casually the girl lifted one leg and crossed it over the other and the hem of her skirt flopped back across her belly. She left it like that long enough for Jeff to get a good look at the red panties covering her pubic mound. Then she nonchalantly flicked the hem downward just enough to conceal her panties.
She continued to look ahead, or appear to do so, but fhe long-haired beauty next to the window looked at Jeff openly, and her new smile was full of knowledge. Jeff grinned broadly, his eyes crinkling, and he gave her a quick wink. Hell, they both knew exactly what he was thinking. And they knew that he knew what they were thinking-and doing.
As the bus sped on along the highway toward San Tomas, the eye game continued, with subtle variations on the body signals. Anna's eyes were still almost closed in an erotic fantasy and she didn't notice what was going on.
Jeff followed the gaze of one of the girls toward Anna's fingers, and he realized she was looking for a wedding band. Anna wore a lot of primitive-type jewelry, including rings, but none was a gold wedding band. Jeff held his own left hand up for a moment, then ran it through his short curly hair, letting the girls see that he wore no wedding ring, either.
The girl on the aisle stroked her left hand along the top of her thigh. It too was ringless. Jeff rubbed the tips of his fingers together suggestively, looking at the smooth satiny skin of the girl's thigh, and she smiled contentedly. She still did not look at him directly, but the girl next to the window did. She watched his every move and gesture, her large eyes glowing with excitement
Catching her look, Jeff directed it toward the prominent bulge of Anna's boobs under her shirt, then slowly looked at the long-haired girl's breasts. As if in assent she lifted a hand and lightly stroked over the high curve of her taut young tits and her eyes grew even rounder as they stared magnetized at Jeff. Still directing her gaze with his eyes he looked down at the unmistakable bulge of his half-hard cock against his jeans. Then he shot a glance at her to see if she was looking at it. She was, and the tip of her tongue was now visible between her parting lips. The other girl, too, was looking more directly at him-at his cock, rather.
Suddenly the glow of Anna's fantasy flared into a hot flame and instinctively, her eyes still closed, she reached her hand over and slid it along Jeff's hard-on. Even more suddenly the very real contact brought her to full consciousness.
"Oops!" she exclaimed, snatching her hand away as if she had touched a snake. She stared at Jeff, blushing with embarrassment and amusement.
Laughing, he slid his glance past her eyes to look at the two girls across the aisle. They were looking intently out the opposite window, but he could see the pink flush in their cheeks, and the curve of their smiling lips.
"Don't get carried away," he grinned at Anna.
She pinched the top of his thigh, then folded her hands in her own lap.
In another twenty minutes or so they passed through a deep notch in the mountains, circled and curved like a drunken snake, and suddenly came out on a high point. Although they had seen it once before, the magnificent view of Lake Chapala, spread out before them like, an immense sheet of molten lead, took their breath for a moment. Everyone on the bus shared their emotion, even the driver, for every eye stared at the lake while all conversation stopped. The moment passed, and the chattering of voices resumed.
A few minutes later the bus wriggled its way down the narrow, cobblestoned streets of San Tomas, and stopped at the corner nearest the tiny post office. Most of the passengers scrambled off, including the two beautiful girls across the aisle. Jeff lost sight of them, though, while he was getting his and Anna's bags together.
His uncle's casa was only a few blocks away. Glancing about one more time to see if the girls were in sight, he picked up his bag and started off. Anna took her bag and followed, grumbling as her sandaled feet rocked on the treacherous cobblestones.
Two vanqueros rode toward them on splendid horses. Both men darted openly lecherous looks at
Anna from under their widebrimmed sombreros as they passed.
"Que trasero!" What a rump! one exclaimed, looking back at Anna's swaying hips and using the expression he would have applied to the buttocks of a handsome horse or cow.
Jeff gave no indication he had heard the remark, but Anna warmed at the verbal caress. Maybe San Tomas wasn't going to be so bad after all, she thought.
The hot midday sun had them both sweating by the time they turned down the alley toward the lakefront, to the casa of Jeffs uncle and aunt.
"Anybody at home?" he called out, stopping in front of the high, iron-grille gate in the side of the wall which shut off the casa and grounds from public view. Through the grille he could see the manicured lawn and carefully trimmed profusion of flowers and flowering vines. The scent of jasmine came through the heated air, and Jeff inhaled deeply. What a colorful place to paint!
"Come on in!" a man's voice called from around the corner of the brick-and-stucco house.
Jeff pushed open the unlocked gate and went in, followed by Anna.
DuVat Gaspard got up from the serape-covered foam-rubber pad on which he had been sprawled, enjoying the sun. At fifty-plus, he had the physique of an athlete, and in spite of his bald head, his face was smooth and youthful, accented by a lively pair of dark Gallic eyes and heavy black brows. Donna got up, too from her seat in the shade of the patio. Like her husband, the strawberry-blonde was in the briefest of bikinis, and no one would ever believe that the shapely woman was on the brink of forty. Full breasts barely cupped in a narrow bra betrayed only a trace of a sag, and her full, milk-white thighs were firm and unmottled.
"Hello, Val," Jeff greeted his uncle. Dropping his heavy suitcase he stepped forward and held out his hand. After returning the firm grip of Val, he turned to Donna and puckered up for a familial kiss. "Hi Aunt Donna," he said mischievously, patting her on the fanny.
"Screw you," she mumbled against his lips. "You can knock off that Aunty bit."
The muscular man held out his arms toward Anna who stepped into them willingly. She knew he got a kick out of squeezing her boobs against his chest, and she enjoyed it, too.
"Is this young squirt being good to you?" he demanded sternly after kissing her in a most un-uncle manner.
"He is," Anna said, moving over to peck Donna on the cheek. She stepped back and looked the older woman up and down with unabashed admiration. "Donna, how the hell do you do it? You've got to have the loveliest bod of any woman in the world. Much too nice for that old lecher." She nodded toward Val, who grinned and rubbed his bald head.
"Would you believe I've just become a grandmother?" Donna complained pettishly. "That fertile daughter of mine just gave birth to a yowling son." She gestured toward an open letter on the table on the broad, shaded patio.
"But Granny, what big-uh-eyes you have," Jeff teased, eyeing her imposing boobs.
She shoved her middle finger up at him.
"Why darling! How vulgar!" Val pretended to be shocked. He looked at Anna sorrowfully. "You see what sort of family you're marrying into, doll. You can always back out, you know. Better yet, you can run away with me."
Donna laughed confidently. She was well aware her vigorous husband never passed up a chance to make it with some attractive woman, but she also knew that she had the best, and that he would always come home to her.
"What'll you beautiful people have to drink?" She shaded her eyes and squinted up at the sun directly overhead. "The sun's over the yardarm. Oh hell!" she exclaimed. "I forgot this is Sunday. The maid is off today. Val, will you play butler and get us something cool and wet and delicious?"
"Come on, Jeff, give me a hand." Val led the way through the glass sliding doors that opened onto the patio from the living quarters of the house.
Anna sat down in the empty chair facing Donna. "It's real nice of you to let us use your house while you're gone," she said. She continued to look with admiration at the smoothly contoured face and shoulders of the lovely woman.
Donna turned toward her and reached over to pat her hand which was resting on the table. A trace of deviltry glittered in her green-blue eyes, "You'll enjoy it, I know. We do. Though heaven knows, we stay here little, enough. That Val was supposed to have retired two years ago, but he's busier now than ever, running all over the world, with his fingers in every financial pie he can locate. We certainly don't need any more money." She nodded at the lawn extending toward the low stone wall that acted as a retaining wall against the lake. The services of an .excellent gardener were evident in the carefully tended landscaping with its glorious variety of fruit trees and flowers.
Donna left her smooth white hand resting on top of Anna's slim brown one, and Anna made no move to withdraw hers. She knew that Donna had been pleased by her compliment about her lush body, almost entirely revealed by the ribbons of material that passed for a bikini swimsuit.
Donna picked up her dark glasses with her free hand and slipped them on. Her full lower lip seemed pouting as she ran her fingers lightly up Anna's arm, and Anna could imagine her emerald eyes glinting behind the opaque lenses. As Donna's hand stroked on up Anna's arm, she had to lean forward, and Anna could feel her warm breath. The brunette let her eyes drop to the bulging white breasts threatening to escape over the top of the black bra supporting them. They were almost as round and symmetrical as Ada's, she reflected, and nearly as firm, in spite of Donna's extra years. The easy confidence in Val's manner was certainly justified, she thought. These two had no hangups between them when it came to sex. Of that she was sure.
"You've got a marvelous figure yourself," Donna purred as she slipped her hand beneath one of Anna's boobs. Anna smiled, and her teeth glistened moistly as she looked squarely at the dark glasses now only inches away from her face.
She gave a little gasp as the hand slipped deftly inside her half-unbuttoned shirt and spread over one spongy melon.
"My!" The surprise was genuine.. "I had no idea you were so-large!"
"I wasn't cheated," Anna laughed, feeling a sexual warmth kindling in her groin and spreading upward through her belly. The fingers manipulating her hardening nipple were expert, and sensitively aware of just how to caress. Jeffs hands on her tits were always thrilling, but Donna, this woman, played with a woman's simpdtico, knowing exactly what sensations she was evoking.
Donna's breath came more quickly, and her swollen lips fell apart to let the tip of her tongue come out and flick back and forth. She squirmed her buttocks as her own arousal became more pronounced.
She's going to kiss me, Anna thought, and she waited.
But just then the voices of the men came through the rooms behind them, and Donna drew back, not guiltily but as casually as if she had been merely pointing out something to Anna across the lake.
"Here we are!" Val boomed, sliding open the screen door and stepping out onto the patio. He set a largish margarita on the table for Anna, then another for Donna.
How did he know? Anna wondered. Perhaps Jeff told him how much I love margaritas. She glanced at Jeff, who was just sitting down a few feet away, but he gave no indication that he had suggested the tequila drink. Then she looked toward Val, and met his dark-eyed glance. A little smile curved his sensuous lips as he stared directly into her eyes. He knows, she thought. This man knows all about women. About me. How margaritas affect me.
"When do you leave, Val?" Jeff asked.
"A couple of days," Val answered carelessly. "I have to be in New York before next Friday. Then," he shrugged, "France and the Mediterranean for a month or two. With the California wine industry taking so much of the world trade, this might be a good time to buy into a French vineyard at a good price."
Jeff grinned slightly. This man thought in terms of thousands of dollars the way he, Jeff, thought in pennies. But he felt no jealousy; Val was a damned fine man, completely generous and as friendly as one could hope for. Donna, his mother's kid sister, had certainly made a good match for herself.
He looked at Donna, admiring the clean curves of her beautifully moulded body. Donna caught his look and smiled mischievously.
"Do you think I could get a job as a model in one of your art classes, Jeff? Nude, of course."
"That's private stock!" Val growled kiddingly.
She stuck out a long pink tongue at him. "I've got to look out for a possible career for myself, the way you carry on with these dazzling little senoritas."
Val laughed easily and lifted his salt-rimmed glass. "Salud!" He drank, then said, "You know you've got nothing to worry about there, sweetheart. These little dark-eyed chicks are lovely-at first. Then they start to look like sacks of fertilizer dropped off a truck."
"How inelegant, caballero," Donna admonished him, then she laughed. "But alas, how true."
They finished, their drinks, and Anna said, "Donna, I'd like to take a shower. That bus trip was pretty sticky and I feel dirty."
"Of course^ dear," said Donna, getting to her feet "Come on, I'll show you around."
The strawberry blonde led the younger woman through a large cool living room, then angled left through a corridor at the end of which Anna glimpsed a high-walled, tiny courtyard beyond the open door.
"In Sere," said Donna, and opened a door in the corridor to enter a spacious room furnished simply but comfortably with a large bed, a dressing table, a chest-of-drawers, and two or three chairs. Donna closed the door behind Anna. "This will be your room," she said.
"Oh, I didn't bring my suitcase," said Anna, and turned as if to go back out.
"Don't bother," Donna said quickly. "I'll take care of it for you. You just get undressed and I'll check the shower to make sure there's hot water." She glided through a partly opened door at the rear of the bedroom, and Anna heard a shower turn on.
She peeled out of her shirt and kicked off her sandals. The shirt she threw over a chair, then unzipped her hip-huggers and stripped them off. As she was bending over to step out of her panties which she had shoved down to her ankles, she caught a glimpse from the corner of Her eye of Donna watching from the doorway of the bathroom. She smiled to herself.
Standing erect again, she nonchalantly stroked her hands down along her hips and thighs, then up again to cup them under her free-swinging tits and squeeze lightly. Releasing her breasts she stretched her arms out to the side, then raised them over her head and twisted her body languorously as if totally unaware of the hot eyes staring at her from the shadow of the door. Finally she strolled to the bathroom and went in.
Donna was nakfed, too, standing beside the water spray with a large sponge in her hands. She smiled, her eyes glinting with excitement.
"I'll give you a rundown with this sponge. It's real soft."
The heat of excitement was stronger now in Anna's belly and thighs, spreading upward to her breasts and neck as she stepped under the water and turned her back toward Donna. If Donna had been an out-and-out lesbian, she would have been repulsed by the obvious overtures, but she sensed with all her faculties that the stunning woman was a man's woman first of all. One look at Val was enough to establish that. So when the soft soapy sponge slid across her wet shoulders, she expected and welcomed the other hand to come around her torso and fasten with light firmness over one of her succulent melon-shaped tits.
"You're lovely, Anna," Donna breathed in her ear, laving her back with the sponge and squeezing the captive breast
Turning her head about, Anna looked through the streaming water into the gleaming eyes on a level with her own brown ones, and her wide lips curved invitingly. The green eyes narrowed as they came nearer, and Anna closed her own as the soft full lips smothered hers in a passionate but gentle kiss. Her knees suddenly weakened, and Donna quickly clasped her about the waist with both arms to support her.
"You darling!" Donna murmured against her lips. "You have a magnetic body." With one surprisingly strong arm she partly supported the passion-struck girl, and with the other hand she fondled and caressed first her breasts, then her taut, rounded buttocks. All the while she kept crooning softly, meaningless sounds that only heightened Anna's desire.
Anna's breath came in jerky gasps, then stopped abruptly as Donna's hand cupped over her hairy mound and squeezed the padded hump gently.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her eyes closed and her lips sagging languidly.
"What a nice honeypot," Donna murmured, slowly threading her slim fingers through the mesh of thick cunt hair. The water of the shower had wet the thicket, but now a flow of love-juice from inside Anna's pussy made the wetness even more slippery. Two slender, probing fingers parted the fleshy cunt-lips and stroked the length of the slit from asshole to clitoris. With feminine sureness Donna touched and titillated the little bud with a fingertip, then she caught it between her two fingers and tickled it into rigid excitement, "Ah, God!" Anna groaned, deep inside her throat. With an effort she straightened and put her arms about Donna's neck, supporting herself and pressing closer to the yielding contours of the other's body. As the fingers probed deeper, penetrating the elastic inner lips and pushing on into the juicy canal, Anna began to surge her hips forward, crowding against the unerring fingers in a short fucking rhythm.
In seconds she was on the verge of orgasm, so efficiently did Donna finger her pussy. Dropping her arms from about the blonde's neck down to her firm-cushioned hips, she began to fondle the resilient buttocks. Then, as the first paroxysm hit her loins and she gasped loudly, she slid her hand between the slippery asscheeks and felt downward until her middle finger touched the tightly clenched, rubbery-lipped asshole.
Donna jumped a little. "Oooooh, honey, what are you doing?" she gulped. But she spread her feet farther apart, widening the crevice between her asscheeks.
Anna reached for the soap in its receptacle in the wall and rubbed the bar thoroughly up and down the crevice until a rich lather mixed with the shower spraying both women. Then she dropped the soap and thrust the soapy tip of her finger against the other's anal orifice. This time the puckered opening yielded to the pressure, and Anna's finger slid into the tight passage, up to the second joint.
"Oh, darling! Ohhhhhhh, honey!" Dorma squirmed deliciously in mixed pain and rapture, but she never stopped caressing Anna's pussy. As all pain vanished, to be replaced with increasing delight, she pressed her ass backward against the ravaging hand, and speeded her own handwork.
"Ah! Ah! Ah" Anna grunted explosively, then her body began to jerk all over as she came violently and abundantly. "Ummmmmmmmmmmmm!" she squealed through clenched teeth, at the same time ramming her soap-slicked finger as deep inside Donna's anal passage as it would go, then rubbing it around inside the convulsing tube.
Before Anna had ceased coming, Donna started, triggered by the wildly rotating and plunging finger inside her rear. "OOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooh!" she quavered, doing a wild dance with her hips as she tried simultaneously to rid herself of the finger and to capture more of it
Then, fingers deep inside each other's bocly, the two women clamped tightly against each other with their free arms and spent themselves in racking shudders and deep-chested moans. When they had gasped to the end of their climactic ride, they both sank weakly to sit on the hard tile under the spraying water.
After what seemed ages of hard breathing, Donna finally pushed herself to her feet, and helped Anna to stand up. "You sweetheart," she said, and kissed her. "Now., we'd better hurry and get cleaned up and out of here, or the men will be in checking on us. And honey, after that spend, I don't think I could take on a man right away."
They both laughed. In a moment Donna switched the water to cold, and they shivered under the chilling spray until they were alert again. Quickly they dried off and Donna got some shorts and halters for them both.
If Jeff and Val noticed the pleased smiles and relaxed expressions of the women when they finally went back out to the patio, they said nothing.
"Here's a fresh drink, dear," Val said, motioning toward the two refilled glasses.
Chapter Iv
Jeff slipped out of the palatial casa early the next morning, before the sun had even risen. Faint crimson streaks showed in the eastern sky down the lake as he strode up the cobblestoned alley to the road paralleling the lake shore. He stumbled a few times in the darkness, then quickly developed a sureness of footing. His sketch pad was under bis arm and some sticks of charcoal protruded from his shirt pocket. He smiled to himself. This was great. No worries, no pressures, this peaceful, colorful little village from which to choose subjects for his painting and drawing. What more could a man want?
When he finally got back to the casa it was almost eleven o'clock. Donna met him on the patio with a small silver pitcher of hot coffee and a tray of buttered rolls.
"My, but you're the early bird," she smiled. She had on an ankle-length muu-muu, brightly decorated with huge hibiscus blossoms, and narrow-strapped sandals were on her feet. Her short hair was as neatly groomed as if she had never slept, but the freshness of her face showed that she had rested well.
"Let's see what you've done this morning," she said, sitting down by the table on which she had placed the coffee and rolls.
Jeff sat in the chair opposite her, the small equipal table between them. He opened his pad and passed it over to her, and picked up a warm roll. He suddenly felt very hungry.
"Jeff, darling, you've really got talent!" Donna exclaimed. "Lord knows where you get it. Neither your mother nor I could do anything-sing, dance, play the piano-those things a refined girl should do." She laughed, and her eyes glittered mischievously. "I guess our talents lay in other directions."
Jeff felt his face flush a bit, but he laughed wholeheartedly. "I know what you mean," he said. "Is Anna still in the sack?"
"Heavens no. Val took her into Chapala just a few minutes ago. She wanted to buy some things, and Val promised to introduce her at the Club."
Jeff looked blank.
"Oh," she explained, "the Club is a swanky private club complete with swimming pool, tennis courts, and a ballroom. All that stuff, you know. Dreadfully expensive and very exclusive. But it's nice from time to time."
She continued looking at the sketches while Jeff drank his coffee and ate the rolls. When he had finished, she put the sketch pad on the table and stood up.
"Come on," she said, holding out her hand. "You haven't even seen all the house. I want to show you the rest of it."
Jeff took her hand and they went inside. A heavy, paneled screen to the left just inside the living room completely hid the entrance to a corridor similar to the one which led to Jeff's and Anna's room. Still holding Jeffs hand, Donna led the way along it, then turned right through a dark, deeply carved oak door with wrought-iron hinges.
"This is the master bedroom," she said, slipping her arm about Jeff's waist and lightly massaging the muscular slimness.
"Jesus!" Jeff exclaimed, staring at the enormous, perfectly round bed which made a spacious room seem smaller. "I've never seen a bed like that!" He walked toward it, stepping onto the deep-piled rug next to it and nearly tripping.
Donna came forward and stood beside him again, and again she slipped her arm about his waist
"Want to try it?" she asked, a tone of merriment in her rich voice, but also a note, of seriousness.
Jeff looked from the bed down into the sparkling blue-green eyes. His glance swept over the clear smooth face, lingering on her full lips which always seemed on the verge of pouting, except that her expression was one of complete delight with life. He bent and kissed her lightly.
"You make everything so tempting," he laughed, feeling a flicker of interest shoot through his limp dong. He looked on down at the bulge of her tits against the thin covering material of the shapeless Hawaiian garment.
"My offer to try modeling for you still stands," she said, her voice taking on a husky quality as she looked him full in the eyes.
"I'll bet you don't have a damn thing on under that muu-muu," he said challengingly.
"You win," she smiled, and stepping back from him a pace she bent and caught the garment at her knees and in one full movement she swept it up and over her head. "There!" She let it drop from her hand and struck a classical pose.
"My God!" Jeff exclaimed, his jaw slack with astonishment. He had thought the skimpy bikini swim suit of the day before had left nothing else to be admired about this luxuriant woman standing before him like a warm flesh-and-blood Greek statue. But, his dazed mind quickly noted, with full, magnificent breasts instead of the small round globes of the classical marble statue.
Smiling with pleasure, Donna shifted her pose a trifle. Her pink-nippled tits swayed with the movement, drawing his eyes like magnets. "Satisfactory, maestro?" she drawled huskily. The hand propped lightly on her hip slid forward across the smooth swell of her white belly and down to the incurve of her thigh where it touched the coppery-red bush of pubic hair.
For a second longer Jeff stood still, admiring the perfection of the sight with his artist's eye. Then he stepped forward. Placing his hands lightly on top of her shoulders he traced their slope as if he were modeling a figure in clay, down to her upper arms, then inward across the quivering hemispheres of woman-flesh, and down to cup his hands over them. Large as his hands were, they didn't cover the satiny mounds.
"What beauty," he murmured, squeezing lightly into the spongy resiliency of her tits, and feeling her nipples thrusting into his palms.
"There's more," she said, and raised her arms and lips.
Her arms were warm about his neck and her lips were like caressing flame playing across his mouth and along the line of his jaw and his neck. He moulded the curves of her back and waist and hips with his hands as she pressed harder against him. Her lips settled over his and her tonguetip flickered past his parted lips, and he felt her strong, smooth thighs working slowly against his, and the soft insistence of her love-mound ground against his hardening cock. For a moment he felt dizzy, surrounded by opulent, desirable flesh that threatened no, promised-to drown him in pleasure.
"Take off your clothes, Jeff," she murmured in his ear, then nipped the lobe lightly between his teeth.
Quickly Jeff kicked off his huaraches. The short-sleeved knit shirt flew off over his head, and Donna's nimble fingers loosed his belt buckle. She started to unzip his jeans, then seized his swelling prick instead.
"I can't wait!" she exclaimed softly, closing her eyes and sucking in her breath with impatient desire. But she released him and let him finish stripping off his jeans and his undershorts. Swift lust fired his whole body, and his thick cock sprang out and up, to throb eagerly like a bird-dog on a hot scent.
"Oh!" Donna cried out in astonished delight, and sinking to her knees on the plush rug she seized the swaying tool and rubbed the flaring head along her cheeks and neck. She pressed her face into the curly thicket of Jeffs groin, coppery-red like her own, and inhaled deeply of his masculine smell. "I've wanted to ball with you ever since you hit your teens," she mumbled, nosing deeper into his crotch.
A shudder ran through Jeff as he felt her lips opening wide over one of his balls and her fingers pushing it into her hot moist mouth. Her other hand continued to caress his pulsing cock. He reached down to stroke her crisp wavy hair, helmeted close to her head.
"You're the artist," he laughed tremulously, "not the model."
She murmured something, around the swollen ball in her mouth, and the vibration of her voice against the sensitive sphere sent quivers of excitement through his cock, all the way down to his asshole. She replaced the ball with the other one, and sucked on it awhile. Then she pulled her face away and looked up at him with a delighted smile.
"Let's lie down, lover. More comfortable that way." Jeff took her hand and raised her to her feet and they crawled into the center of the immense round bed. It was low, and very firm, he discovered. He had hardly stretched out on his back before Donna was all over him with her questing mouth and darting tongue, touching every erotic nerve in his body and creating new ones, it seemed. He let her push and turn him this way and that in order for her long tongue to search out every surface and crevice of his body. From time to time she would brush her soft lips over his turgid cock-head, give it a light suck, then move on to new discoveries while he seemed to float on, a wave of sheer bliss.
When Anna preceded Val into the main salon of the Club on the edge of Chapala, she felt every pair of eyes in the place focus on her, Mexican and American alike. She was keenly sensitive to the hem of her very abbreviated miniskirt brushing her naked thighs, and although she had put on a sheer, lightweight bra for support, her blouse was see-through, and her tits surged robustly above the low line of the bra. She restrained the smile of pleasure that twitched at her wide lips, but the familiar flush warmed her body. She exaggerated the sway of her hips slightly.
Behind her Val smiled. He knew exactly what the voung girl was experiencing. There was very little he didn't know about women. From childhood, his French father had taken him into all the interesting places of Europe where sophisticated and beautiful women delighted in teaching the impressionable youth about life. Later, as an astute businessman, he had given an equal amount of time to work, and to developing the art of sex; consequently he had never become jaded. Donna was an imaginative and worthy partner, but they had never allowed jealousy to interfere with occasional outside experiences.
Val greeted several of the men who drifted forward for introductions. "My niece, Anna," he said, calling off the names of the men.
Anna shook hands and smiled at each, thinking all the while how trim and distinguished they looked. She had complained to Jeff about the area being an elephants' graveyard, but these men were all handsome and virile. Mature, yes, but old, no. She felt their eyes undressing her and caressing her, and her own eyes glowed as she listened to their polite gallantries. Smoothly, with no trace of offense, Val steered her on past the men and out onto the large, curved patio overlooking the sloping lawn that led down to the swimming pool and on past to the restraining wall against the lake's edge.
"This place must cost a lot of pesos," she said, linking her arm through Val's.
"It did," he laughed. "And it does." He shrugged carelessly, as if the expense was of no concern. "But it's one of the few places where one can enjoy pleasant luxury-and privacy."
The implication in his voice was not lost on Anna. She turned a trifle to face across Val, and in so doing her breast touched his arm. "I see you have a yacht club up the wav," she said, pointing across the shallow incurve of the lake in front of the Club to a marina a couple of hundred yards away. She kept her breast pressed against his arm.
"If you like, I'll arrange for you and Jeff to enjoy temporary membership in it while you're here," he said. "You can go boating when you like."
Without waiting for her thanks, he glanced back and up the side of the two-storied building. "Come on and let me show you the rest of the Club."
He led the way back into the main salon and up a broad, winding stairway with a balustrade of carved, highly polished oak. At the top a maze of corridors seemed to run in every direction, but Anna quickly surmised the arrangement was to guarantee the most invisibility to people coming and going from the various rooms that opened onto the passageways. Val went unerringly to a door that looked exactly like all the others, took a key from his pocket, and unlocked the door.
"Come in," he said, pushing the door open and standing aside. When Anna stepped inside, he closed the door behind him. Anna heard the sharp click of the lock, and smiled.
"Oh, this is magnificent, Val!" she cried, running across the tiled floor of the huge room to the balcony which opened onto a splendid view of the lake and the grounds below. Even the balcony was inset sufficiently to insure its privacy from other balconies.
He came to the balcony more leisurely. Propping one hand on the wrought-iron railing he put his other about her waist. "It's nice," be agreed. Casually he slid his hand upward to cup her breast for a moment, then took it away.
Glancing up at the overhead sun, he said, "It's late enough for a small drink. How about a brandy and soda?"
This guy, Anna reflected, has everything. While he poured the drinks she looked him over admiringly. Money made a difference, she had to admit; it provided a feeling of success which translated into sex-appeal. And this brawny, smiling man had the necessary success.
"Here." He held out her drink, took his own and went over to sit in a comfortable chair near the bed. Setting his drink down on the bedside table, he clicked on the radio and in a moment the soft music of Guadalajara's I'm station flowed through. "Sit down." He nodded toward the bed and picked up his drink again.
Anna sat on the edge of the bed, facing him, and raised her glass in salute. "To the man who has everything," she laughed.
He acknowledged the toast without smugness and drank. "That's an interesting blouse," he said. "Let me see it."
Anna placed her drink on the table and unbuttoned the sheer blouse. It was beginning again, the exciting warmth rushing through her body, as the soft brown eyes of Val played over her bare shoulders and bra-restrained tits.
He took the weightless garment which she handed to him and fondled it in his hand for a moment, his fingers and thumb rubbing the diaphanous material sensually, but he never took his eyes off her body.
"That, too," he directed, and the confidence in his pleasant voice was more commanding than a harsh tone.
Obediently, Anna reached behind her back to unsnap the bra. Instead of handing it to him, though, she dropped it on the rug under her feet. Arching her back and taking a deep breath, she raised her arms and spread them wide. The show had begun.
Val didn't move. Sipping his drink appreciatively, he let his eyes roam over the imposing mounds thrusting toward him from a few feet away. Nor did he miss the quickened breath of the shapely girl watching him. "I've heard," he said softly, "that a woman with tits pointing outward like that is by nature very passionate."
Anna glanced down at her full but wide-spaced breasts, with the brown-aureolaed nipples looking out from center like a slightly cockeyed set of big eyes. Instinctively she raised her hands and cupped them, noting the swift hardening of her nipples. She didn't have to answer his comment; the answer was obvious. She reached for her glass and took a long swallow, then put the glass down again. Getting up from her seat she stepped across to stand against Val's shoulder, her thigh pressing against him.
Unhurriedly he slid his hand upward on the outside of her thigh, beneath her miniskirt. Still unhurriedly he fondled her hip and asscheek through the bikini panties she was wearing, while she ran her hand over the smooth baldness of his head, marveling at this new sensation. She could feel the hardness of his neck and shoulder muscles as she ran her hand on downward.
He patted her ass and pushed her away gently. "Take it off," he commanded.
The music was soft and the air was fresh and vibrantly alive. Anna felt them both across her body as she quickly dropped her miniskirt to the rug, then slid off the burnt-orange panties. Val had still not stirred from his seat, except to lift his glass again and sip from it, his eyes still traveling over her lissome body, now nude before him. She smiled and again caressed her breasts.
Val put down his glass and stood up. Quickly, but seemingly without haste he undressed. His broad chest was covered with dark hair, curly and the same color as Anna's. It spread across his belly and clustered around his cock, which hung long and limp from his groin. One long stride and he was beside her, his arms about her, and her body pressed against his own.
"You're beautiful, Anna," he said softly, and kissed her waiting lips.
Now, she thought, her eyes closed with the overwhelming passion enveloping her body. Now he'll fuck me. Now that long thing will get hard and he'll plunge it into me, deep. He half-carried her to the bed and she lay back across it, her legs parted in anticipation. She knew she was wet already, her pussy hungry for this man's cock. He had watched her little undressing act, his eyes heating her with passion, and now she needed fulfillment. Now, she thought.
But instead of getting on her, Val lay beside her on the bed and unhurriedly stroked his hand over her firm breasts and down her softly curved body. "Beautiful," he repeated. He bent his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked, tantalizing the hard rubbery protuberance with his tongue until she moaned. He shifted to the other, sucking it so hard it was almost painful. She put both hands on his head, her fingers running all over his cheeks, probing in his ears and along his neck while he continued to suck her nipples and lick her breasts.
"Ah, but you're impatient, little Anna," he murmured, cupping a hand over her hairy mound and fingering the slippery crevice between her cunt-lips.
She groaned as he put his mouth over her nipple again. Slow, she thought. He's so slow! She wanted to writhe on the bed like a snake in heat, but she kept her body still, although little spasms jerked through her loins as his hand continued to fondle her pussy.
Then she felt his lips gliding down across her belly, pausing while his tongue probed her deep belly-button. She shuddered and closed her eyes more tightly. The bed shook as he shifted his position, and she felt his hands pushing her legs apart and up, and then they were resting across the top of his shoulders and she felt his breath stirring the moistened hair of her pussy. She shuddered again, and sighed.
He shouldered her legs higher and back against her breasts, and she accommodatingly rested her bare heels on his back. His tongue laved the inside of her satiny thighs, moving ever closer to the juncture and its eager slit.
"Oh, Val! Oh, Val! Oh, Val!" she muttered feverishly, her head rolling back and forth on the bed and her fingers playing aimlessly over his head.
With his fingers he parted the curly mass of hair to expose the pink swollen lips, glistening with cunt-juice. Lightly he touched his tonguetip to the center of the slot, right where the slippery inner lips guarded her love-channel. She groaned louder as the expert tongue flicked in and out of her cunt-opening, then lapped upward to contact her fiery little clit.
I'm going to come, she thought. I can't stand it, I'm going to come. So quick!
But the man sensed her supersensitivity, and he pulled away from between her thighs. "You're a hot little chili pepper," he laughed. "Slow down, honey. There's no rush." He straightened her legs out and she lay, panting with excitement and feeling keen disappointment.
But he didn't leave her disappointed. Rolling her over on her side he moved his mouth across her shoulder and along the sensitive incurve of her waist. She rolled on over onto her stomach, and his lips followed around her waist, down the small of her back. Her legs tensed as she felt his mouth kissing and caressing her asscheeks, and his teeth nipping each bountiful hill of sensual flesh.
"Ow!" she squealed when he bit harder, and her buttocks quivered deliciously as she squirmed under his erotic attack.
Her long shapely legs splayed apart to allow his exploring tongue access to the deep declivity between her bitten asscheeks. Anna bit her own fingers to stifle the groans and wails of ecstasy welling up in her throat when she felt his long wet tongue poking right at her asshole. She thrust her ass upward, spreading her legs even farther apart, and the lapping tongue advanced through her saturated slot to her pussy opening again, then back across her asshole and up.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned when he came up for air. "I've never had such a thrill in my life!"
The exclamation was shut off abruptly as he levered her over on her back again and spread her willing thighs wide apart. His tongue plunged directly into her chute, through the pouting lips which were opening like the petals of an unfolding orchid. Anna's entire body was aflame with an ecstatic fire. From somewhere far away her mind repeated over and over: this Frenchman! My God, what he can do with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth!
Of their own volition her legs jackknifed and wrapped themselves loosely about his browsing head, and her heels slid encouragingly up and down his back. Low, animal-like whines rippled through her arched-back throat, and their hands clawed helplessly at the mattress. Christ! How long was his tongue? It seemed to be lapping and thrusting into every secret fold of her quivering pussy, and where his gliding hands touched her, the flames scorching her sensitized skin grew hotter, "I can't stand much more of this!" she whimpered.
At the identical time that Anna was planing high on a cloud of ecstasy, JefPs throbbing cock was being expertly fondled and licked by Donna. He stroked the soft hair on the head burrowing in his groin and clenched his teeth to hold back the load building up in his balk. The strawberry blonde seemed to be wired in on his every sensation, for she stopped sucking just as he was sure he would explode his load of sperm into her ravening mouth.
Languidly she uncurled and straightened up to look down into his flushed face with a pleased smile. "My, aren't we excited, though!" she said teasingly. "You've got to keep that thing under better control, lover."
"How the hell do you expect me to keep it under control when you're doing such delightful things to it?" he gritted.
His breathing returned almost to normal, and he reached for one of her breasts swaying near his face. "You're phenomenal, Donna," he said. "You've got the body of a nineteen year old, but more vine-ripened."
"Are you telling me that I'm overripe?" she teased.
"Not a bit," he protested, drawing her down so he could capture her pink nipple in his mouth. The chewy tidbit popped out as big as his thumb and he bit it lightly.
"Oooooh!" she sighed gustily. "You're a naughty baby!"
He sucked hard, making the nipples swell even larger and harder, and Donna squirmed delightedly. Jeff reached his hand between her firmly plump thighs to caress the silky smoothness of the moist skin right up against her pussy. Juice trickled from her slit, lubricating the hot flesh and wetting the covering bush of hair. Jeff slid his middle finger between the plump folds, already gaping with desire, and her cunt seemed to suck his finger into the steaming depths of her channel. With quick little squeezes she rippled her love-muscles around his buried finger. "More!" she gasped.
He thrust another finger alongside the first, widening the passage, and began to fuck her slowly, as deep as he could push his fingers. Moaning loudly she rolled over on her back and drew her legs up and apart. Without waiting for her urging, Jeff shoved a third finger in, forming a triangled shaft to wedge apart the enveloping sleeve of quivering wet flesh. Her juice flowed abundantly, wetting his entire hand and trickling down her long slot to lubricate her uptilted asshole.
"Now, lover!" she panted, pulling him over on top of her. She jerked his hand out of her cunt and grabbed his steel-hard cock. Raising her legs even higher, she spread them wider and rubbed the head of his cock between the sopping lips of her pussy until it was thoroughly lubricated.
Guessing what she was up to, Jeff braced himself on his knees between her wide-flung legs and watched the flooding juice from her cunt filling the crevice between her buttocks until the tiny wrinkled brown orifice of her ass was awash. She placed the tip of his cockhead right in the center of the taut grommet, and Jeff pressed forward with his hips.
"Oh, God!" she groaned as the huge flaring head tried to force open the pinched aperture. She shifted her hips a bit and tilted her buttocks even higher until the entire slit, from clit to asshole, lay flat beneath Jeff, arched over her. Her calves rested on his shoulders.
She rubbed his cockhead in her pussy again, thrusting up to swallow part of it in her drowning honeypot The flaming red head was now glistening with a sheen of lubricating fluid, and her entire bottom was slippery with her flow. Again she centered the tip in the grommet, now opened a bit.
Jeff had never felt anything so tight in his life as he carefully pressed forward again, forcing the tiny circle open. He and Anna had considered asshole-fucking a time or two, but then they'd gotten so carried away they'd finished up either cunt-fucking or blowing each other, sixty-nine. This was a first for him, and he had no doubt that he was in the arms of the best teacher.
Only the teacher was having some trouble with his huge tool. "I don't know, honey!" she gritted through clenched teeth. "You're so damn big!"
Once more she drew his cockhead through, her flooded valley to lubricate it more and to let more of her slippery juice run into her asshole, now puckering open like a baby's mouth readying for a nipple.
"This time," she grunted. "Only be careful, lover. You've got a dingus on you like a stallion."
For the third time she aimed his aching cockhead at the rubbery ring, and again Jeff had the feeling that he was trying to push his rod into an impossibly small washer or grommet. But the fleshy resiliency of her thrown-back thighs under his groin heated him even more, encouraging him to force himself into her despite her agonized groans. She still held on to his rigid shaft with her hand, guiding him into her.
"Ohhhhh!" The cry exploded from her distorted mouth as his cockhead finally buried itself past the flange, like an arrow sinking past the barbs.
Jeff grunted painfully, too, as the clenching ring tightened spasmodically, gripping behind the buried head like a cruel noose. Sweat popped out on his forehead, and he felt a hot trickle from his armpits. Looking down into Donna's contorted face, he saw a fine sheen of perspiration on her pale forehead. Her eyes were rounded with pain, but even as he watched the pain began to vanish and gradually her twisted mouth formed into a smile.
Her body relaxed a little, and the awful grip around his cockhead slackened until it became just a firm, delightful squeeze. He had made no more movement to push deeper.
"How's that, darling?" Donna asked, her voice shaky, but pleased.
Jeff mumbled something, his lips so stiff and his tongue so thick he couldn't articulate words. Again he felt the quickening throbs along the base of his cock, and he tried to shift his attention to something besides the broad padding of hair-centered woman-flesh beneath him, holding him to her with the throttling grip of her anal mouth.
"Haven't you ever done this before?" she asked conversationally, to help him come down from his precarious peak.
He let out his imprisoned breath in a short harsh puff. "Nope," he said. "But it's great." He grinned. "You're an artist with your body, Donna."
"t try to be," she said. "It gives me more pleasure than anything else." She tightened the muscular ring of her grommet and Jeff sucked in his breath spasmodically. She laughed lightly. "You've got a whopper of a tool there. Shall we try for a little more? Easy now, darling."
Jeff pulled back a fraction of an inch, but without unhooking the flaring rim of his cockhead from the rubbery noose behind it. Preliminary juice was oozing from his cock into her narrow passage, lubricating still more the already slick walls. He fucked experimentally for a few very short strokes, letting the flexing rings of muscle within her draw him in deeper and deeper. He could feel the tapered sides of his cockhead forcing apart the reluctantly yielding tube of her asshole. Like trying to shove it into a small garden hose, he thought
But Donna had adjusted better now, and her whole body squirmed and moved sinuously to aid him in pushing deeper into her. Slowly, very slowly, he advanced.
"Ah, darling, that's heavenly!" she sighed, her eyes flashing blue-green delight as she stared up into his brown eyes. She reached up to caress his chest, and finger his small nipples into miniature cones of granite.
Gradually he surged his thick piston in and out of the incredibly stretched brown ring of her ass. Confidently now, he reached one hand to the mound humped in front of his swollen meat-pole and fingered the arch of her spread pussy lips until he found the clitoris. He fingered it into proud erection, smiling as Donna gasped and quivered with delight. The added pleasure loosened her body still more, and he shoved harder into her until his shaft was half-buried between her plump white asscheeks.
"Oh, baby, I think Tm going to come!" she squealed suddenly. "You're so good, so good, so gooooood! Ohhhhhh!" And her heels began to drum frantically on bis back as her hips jerked and twitched from side to side.
She pressed her hands to her mouth to muffle the screams now cascading from her tense throat, but her ass kept hunching up against him, and Jeff kept pushing deeper into her demanding body. He felt his balls slap- ping against her cushiony bottom now; glancing down, he saw that all but a couple of inches of his vein-ridged cock were sunken inside her lunging ass. At that moment he felt the strong quivers emanating from his overcharged balls and he knew that he was about to blow his load. No holding back now; he wanted to pump his jism into her hard enough to knock the strawberry top off her head.
Savagely he rammed at her, grunting curses and obscenities which only made her smile more broadly with delight Her eyes were closed, but her mouth wide open and her tongue licked rapidly, the long pink length of it extending over her pleasure-swollen lips.
"Fuck me, darling!" she grunted with each pounding drive of his cock in her. "Oh, fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Drive it into me-oh!-oh!" She started to scream again as another orgasmic wave twisted and spasmed her body until her asshole rings were wrenching at Jeff's tight-gripped pole like a savage hand trying to tear it off.
"Now!" he shouted at her, and his own climax began, ripping charge after charge of hot sperm into her steaming depths.
Even after the last feeble spurt had erupted through his cock, Donna kept coming as if she'd never stop. Yowling through the fingers pressed over her mouth, she writhed and bucked her ass up against him, demanding more with her insatiable body. Jeff was about to cry for mercy when she suddenly stopped and collapsed, her limp legs sliding down from his shoulders and flattening out in a wide V on either side of his body.
The lurching of her hips forward and down pinched his captive dong uncomfortably, but he was too weak to protest. Anyway, the stiffness was going out of his spent tool, and th& discomfort went too.
"Lady, you drained me good," he puffed, stretching out alongside her. He put his hand over one heaving tit and caressed it languidly.
"Marvelous!" she panted. Turning her head she kissed him fervently. "Marvelous!" she said again.
Anna came and came and came, and still the powerful hands gripped and controlled her churning body and the relentless tongue continued to explore every erotic crevice of her body.
"Stop! Oh, please stop, Val!" she whimpered. "I can't-take-any more!" Her body jerked convulsively, completely out of her own control.
Finally he stopped and relaxed his hands. She sighed weakly with relief, then a startling thought hit her. What if he fucked her now! My God, she thought, I can't take any more. Fll die.
But instead of thrusting his erect cock into her saturated cunt, Val pulled himself to a half-reclining position against the pillows propped at the head of the king-size bed. He reached for his half-finished brandy and soda and took a sip.
"Was that good, Anna baby?" he asked.
Anna forced herself to roll over on her side and prop her head in one hand to look at him. Her eyes drooped wearily, but she managed a weak smile. "I've never come so much in my life," she whispered. "It felt like my whole body was on fire."
Val smiled, pleased with her response.
She continued to gaze at him until finally her glazed eyes regained some degree of alertness and she noticed his pink-knobbed prong swaying stiffly above his belly.
"How about you, honey? I'm not sure I can wiggle my fanny right now, but I'll try. You look really hard-up."
She snaked across the bed and reached her hand out to fondle and squeeze the thick shaft
"Ahhhhh!" Val sighed contentedly. "Do it that way then. It's all good, as long as people know what they're doing."
Anna smiled and her strength began to flow back into her exhausted body. A handjob. Okay, she'd give him the best handjob he'd ever had in his life. She slid closer, then sat up crosslegged against his thigh, her knees touching him. She could use both hands on him now-and her mouth, too, if that seemed the thing to do.
Slipping one hand under his balls to cup and squeeze them delicately, she wrapped her other hand around the middle of his dong and began to pump it very slowly. She had promised him a good one, and she would keep her promise. As she prodded and teased his balls and milked his cock, it soon became apparent that he hadn't been completely hard, for now the head swelled enormously like a pale cobra spreading its hood, and the shaft got longer and thicker.
"My God!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. "I don't know if I could take that thing or not." It was almost as long as Cal's bet-winning rod, and fully as thick as Jeffs hardy tool.
Val smiled more broadly and sipped his drink, completely relaxed except for his sinewy cock. He spread his legs farther apart so she could reach under his balls better.
Suddenly Anna got the feeling that eyes were watching her. She glanced at Val, but his eyes were half-closed, looking at nothing. The feeling became more intense, like the way she had felt when she and Jeff were balling in Guadalajara and someone was peeping at them through the crack in the bedroom wall.
Instead of alarming her, it triggered a surge of keen excitement through her, rekindling the diminished flames in her loins. Who could it be? she wondered, and where was he watching from? She bent her head forward and from the corners of her eyes she glanced this way and that for possible peepholes. She noticed no suspicious spot, but the feeling persisted, and kept getting stronger.
Her breasts tautened and her nipples began to expand and harden. Very slowly and deliberately she bent her head low and thrust her tongue far out to just flick the tip of Val's cockhead. His eyelashes flew up and his deep brown eyes shot her a look of appreciation, then he closed them again.
Anna concentrated now on giving him the most artistic, the most imaginative handling that a man's cock could receive. She stroked, squeezed, and massaged it from head to balls. She scratched the underside of the head lightly with her fingernails, causing his hips to jerk involuntarily. She gave the tight-skinned head several short quick sucks, popping her lips loudly each time as if she were enjoying a lollipop. She squeezed the shaft just below the head so hard that the fiery pink of the swollen knob turned purple, then she ran her teeth across it
"You're-all-right, baby!" Val gasped, his body tensing for a moment, then relaxing again.
She wrapped both hands around the lengthy piston like a ballplayer gripping a bat and pumped it with long, strong strokes until she felt a quiver run through the underside of his shaft. Then she turned it loose and bent her head to grip behind the belled knob with her teeth, just hard enough to make him suck in his breath loudly. Next she ran her lips up and down the throbbing tool, washing it all over with her saliva-dripping tongue.
He was breathing harder now, so she went back to pumping his cock, squeezing it just hard enough to excite it the most. Her own breath was coming irregularly as she felt watching eyes burning into her body at the same time they observed her manipulation of the prone man's dick. She fantasized herself in the middle of a small dais, lighted, while the rest of a small salon was dark, and from the surrounding darkness a dozen pairs of lusting eyes watched her fondling a man's cock with the consummate skill of a classical courtesan.
Even the feeling in her own hands was heightened, and she was sensitively aware of the sliding, thin skin of his shaft and the striated muscles and engorged veins bulging through the skin. She felt the gentle pulsing as a few drops of viscous liquid leaked out of the tiny slit in the tip of the head. Bending her head, she licked the drops off, then continued to dart her tongue at the narrow aperture.
"Ohhhhh!" Val groaned, bracing his elbows against the pillows and letting his hips lurch upward as the first volley of jism came hurtling out in a spreading gob.
Too late Anna spread her wide lips and tried to catch it in her mouth. It splattered on her cheek instead, but she manage to capture his cockhead in time to receive the second jolt of sperm from his flailing dong. She swallowed hastily, gulping down each succeeding charge and still pumping away at his heated tool.
What is he thinking? she wondered even as she swallowed hard to keep more of the sticky fluid from leak- ing out of her sucking lips. The watcher: what is he feeling now? Impulsively she rammed her mouth down hard, jamming the stricture of her throat around the still-pulsing head of Val's cock. For a second she imagined that she felt his long rod plunge through her, to prick at her vitals and even touch her pussy. Her own body jerked in a false climax, so powerfully was her imagination working.
Then she realized that the hard tool in her hand and in her mouth had stopped quivering, that it was gradually softening and shrinking. She gave it a final cleansing suck and released it.
"There," she said, patting it as it flopped across Val's thigh. "Isn't that better?"
"You know it!" Val sighed blissfully.
As she hopped off the bed to go wash her face in the adjoining bathroom, he called after her, "How's to make us another brandy and soda while you're up?"
"We've got just time for a drink before the maid comes," Donna said as she and Jeff left the big bedroom and headed through the cool house toward the patio. "Do you think you could shake us up a daiquiri?"
"I think so," Jeff replied. "You go on out on the patio and I'll bring them along in a minute."
With the noise of the electric mixer he didn't hear the girl come into the kitchen through the back door, but he switched it off and turned half around just in time to glimpse her backing out the door, her wide eyes staring at him in surprise and a trace of horror.
"Hey!"
She stopped at the commanding tone, but remained in the doorway.
"You!" He recognized her now. It was one of the two pretty girls on the bus from Guadalajara, the one with the long hair who had sat next to the window. He smiled as he recalled their eye-flirtation, and she flushed, the dark blood flooding into her fine-skinned cheeks.
"So you're the maid?" he said in Spanish. "Como se llama?" What's your name?
She dropped her eyes. "Concha," she murmured!.
"What?"
"Concha." She said it louder, glancing up at him, then looking past him opaquely, her face inscrutable.
Looking down, he saw her fingers twisting nervously, and a feeling of pity went through him. She was beautiful, and she was very young. Like all Mexican girls, she could flirt outrageously in a group, but here alone with a male, she was uncertain and afraid.
"Have no fear, Concha," he said gently. "I am your friend. Now, will you take this drink out to the senora? I'll take my own."
Her face brightened with happy relief and she hastened to pick up the glass and head for the door to the patio. Jeff walked behind, admiring the graceful, erect carriage of the peasant girl. Nor did he fail to notice the distinctive swell of her firm young buttocks under the snug miniskirt. Most Mexican women had the swayback and outcurved fanny that made them appear so sexy.
"It looks as if you've already met Concha," Donna said smiling, but looking at Jeff keenly.
"Yes," he said easily. "She's very pretty, isn't she?"
"She goes with the house," Donna continued, still watching him closely.
"Fine," Jeff answered carelessly. "Maybe I'll make some sketches of her. She seems to have the standard mestizo features, part-Spanish, part-Indian. How's your daiquiri?"
The maid had disappeared back in the house.
Donna sipped her chilled drink. "Excellent," she said. "You make drinks almost as well as you make love."
Chapter V
"We're going to a party this evening," Val announced after the short siesta which had of necessity followed their heavy meal in the early afternoon.
"Oh my God!" Donna exclaimed, putting down her daiquiri. "I'd forgotten all about it" She looked at Anna. "This woman is a character, I kid you not. If you're interested in sociology, you'll get a lab lesson tonight. This woman has money in pots, more than she knows what to do with. And flaky as grandma's apple pies."
Anna glanced at Jeff, who returned her glance with a grin. He knew she was recalling her sarcastic crack about the "old elephants" coming to San TomSs to die.
"Is this a gringo party, or are the natives invited?" he asked Donna.
She shrugged her shoulders prettily. "Who knows? With Gladys, you never know what'll happen next."
"Concha!" Val called. "Otras daiquiris, par favor."
In a moment the young maid appeared in the door- way with a silver pitcher of freshly foaming daiquiri. Silently she passed from one to the other, refilling their glasses. When she tipped the pitcher over Jeff's glass, last, she flicked her huge dark eyes at him, then looked back at her work. In another moment she had returned to the depths of the house.
"She's awfully pretty," Anna commented, looking at Val with a trace of jealousy sparkling in her eyes.
Donna laughed. "Val claims Concha is his penance, his hairshirt, the one beautiful young woman hell never try to make."
Val smiled. "True, dear, I'm sure that robbing her of her virginity would be a delightful chore, but I really like the kid-and she is just a kid. Much too tender for an old rogue like me."
Well screw you! Anna thought What does that make me, an old bag?
Instead of trying to drive his car through the narrow dark streets that night Val suggested they all walk to the party. Donna and Anna wore sandals, so the going wasn't as bad as if they'd attempted high heels. They were all dressed casually.
Val stopped the group in front of a particularly uninviting high wall and pushed a button beside a ponderous wooden door. The door opened promptly, and a woman stood silhouetted against the light of several Japanese lanterns strung about in the garden behind her.
"Come in! Come in!" she shouted in a husky voice, and they entered.
"This is Gladys," Val said, and introduced Jeff and Anna. Gladys and Donna exchanged pecks on the cheek.
The party was already in full swing, spilling through the open doors of the large casa over the broad patio, and into the flower-embroidered lawn. Anna tried vainly to retain the names of people that Gladys repeated, or who simply introduced themselves. A Mexican man in a white jacket served the newcomers daiquiris, and suddenly the four, were split up and absorbed in the milling, drifting crowd of people.
Not all of them were antiquated retirees, Anna noted as she chatted politely. They were generally handsome people, well-groomed and smelling of money in all its forms. There were some Mexican guests present, too, she noticed. Gladys herself wasn't a bad-looking woman, but at middle-age she had drunk too much and otherwise abused what had once been a splendid body. Her bleached hair stood out in a carefully coifed Afro, giving her the startling appearance of a queen of terror* or some other cpmic-book character.
"May I introduce myself to the best-looking woman here?" a strongly accented voice said at Anna's shoulder.
Anna was smiling even before she turned to face the rugged Mexican man. "It takes a certain conceit, doesn't it, for a woman to turn around at such a compliment?" she said.
"Not at all," the man protested. "A beautiful woman, if she's intelligent, certainly knows that she's beautiful. I am Luis Gonzalez, at your service." He made a little bow, quite graceful, Anna thought, for such a bulky-shouldered young man.
"I'm Anna Forsythe."
"How terribly British that sounds." He smiled, his even white teeth gleaming against the darkness of his complexion.
"It's American." Her darting eyes took in his glossy black hair and the heavy eyebrows that accentuated the almost threatening expression in his liquid-chocolate eyes. This man exuded machismo, she sensed. A little thrill of excitement laced with fright shot through her.
Just then Gladys popped up at Luis' elbow. "Watch out for this hombre," she warned Anna. "Cholo is bad medicine." As quickly she whirled away to chatter with another newcomer.
"Perra!" Luis muttered, his eyes glaring murder although his teeth still gleamed in a wide smile.
"Why did she call you Cholo?" Anna asked. The feeling of excitement was growing more intense, and she felt her breasts tingling. Lucky I wore a bra tonight, she thought
Even so, the man seemed to read her thoughts for his eyes fixed on her prominent breastworks. "I am a sculptor," he said. "Permit me to say you have beautiful titsies."
Anna felt herself flushing. This is ridiculous, she told herself. Coolly she repeated her question: "Why did she call you Cholo?"
He shrugged his shoulders and she thought of a young bull, massive in the neck and shoulders and narrow through the flanks. "It's not a very complimentary nickname. It means halfbreed." The smile deserted his flexible lips for a moment. "Who in Mexico is not a halfbreed!" Then the smile returned and he lifted his glass in a sort of salute to Anna. "You must come to my art gallery. Tomorrow, eh? It's in Calle Independence. Galeria Luis. You can't miss it, not in this tiny village."
With another little bow he moved away and was enveloped in a shifting group of other guests. Within seconds Anna had two other men before her, men who seemed to be in their forties, simply but carefully dressed, with just the right touch of gray at their temples. Both seemed preoccupied with her body, clearly defined in the frock she was wearing. She had never before thought about how snugly it clung to her waist and hips, and how it squeezed in beneath her breasts, making them appear to thrust out like rounded promontories above a straight cliff.
"Gaspard tells me you're his niece-to-be," one of the men said, reluctantly bringing his eyes up to meet hers. "Is your fiance here?" Quite clearly he wished the fiance were in China.
Anna smiled and answered him, and in a moment they were chatting like old friends and she was accepting another daiquiri from the white-jacketed mozo. Over the shoulder of one of the men she glimpsed Val watching her, an amused smile on his face. So she had an audience, Anna thought. The familiar warmth began to kindle in her belly and spread throughout her body. She was completely aware that the tenor of the men's conversation was changing, becoming more suggestive and full of sexual implications. Her smile was warmer, and her eyes threw subtle challenges to them. One of the men, with studied carelessness, turned so that his arm brushed solidly against her breast. He muttered an apology, but his eyes and his smile informed her clearly that he had meant it, and had enjoyed it, and would enjoy more.
"Oh my God!" he suddenly exclaimed, turning away from Anna and looking back over the milling crowd. "Gladys is at it already."
At what? Anna wondered, remembering what Donna had said cryptically about their hostess being a character.
"I tell you Virginia's not dead!" the bushy-haired woman shouted, pushing her way through the people on the lawn and heading for the gate. "We've got to go dig her up!"
"She's not for real!" Anna exclaimed. "Oh, but she is!" one of her attendants replied. "Virginia is an old friend who died last week and was buried in the cemetery here. When Gladys gets crocked, she insists that the old gal didn't really die, but went into a sort of coma, or suspended animation, or something."
"Like Edgar Allan Poe," the other man granted, half-amused, half-exasperated. "We've got to calm her down, Jim, or we'll have the mayor and the town police force on our necks."
The two men hurried over to try to persuade the drunk woman that her friend was indeed dead and buried and that was that Val and Jeff drifted out of the crowd and stood beside Anna.
"You know," Val laughed, "she's got a certain amount of reason for being concerned about burials and the like. Some time ago a robber broke into her house and was sacking up a lot of her valuable silver when Gladys came on the scene with a flashlight and a .32 automatic. She blasted him good, but she knew that if she called the police, she'd end up in a lot of trouble and probably in prison. One, weapons are prohibited, and two, she was a rich Americana who had killed a poor deserving campesino who was only trying to provide food for his starving family of fifteen or twenty. So she dragged the corpse out here and spent the rest of the night digging a helluva deep hole. She stuffed him in the hole, piled a thick layer of rocks over him, and filled in the rest of the hole. By daybreak she had sodded it over with grass."
"You're putting me on, Val!" Anna exclaimed, an involuntary shiver of horror rippling through her and raising gooseflesh on her bare arms.
"Nope. Boy Scout's honor." He raised three fingers.
"Where?" She picked up one foot and looked down, as if expecting to see a hand come poking up through the grass beneath her.
Jeff squeezed her about the waist. "So this is your elephants' graveyard where nothing ever happens," he said teasingly. Through the thinness of her frock he felt the heat of her pliant waist, and looking down into her face he wondered at the extreme brightness of her eyes, and the expression of subtle excitement in her countenance. He pressed her waist again. Christ, but she was a sexy woman! He wished to hell they were home in the sack.
After awhile some friends succeeded in calming Gladys down, but somehow the interest had gone out of the party, so people began to leave. For a few moments Anna found herself alone again; Jeff had gone somewhere, and Val was rounding up Donna.
"Come with me now!" said Cholo tensely, his eyes .glittering from beneath the heavy brows.
Anna jumped. "Where'd you come from?" she asked.
He jerked his head impatiently. "Come!" he commanded, and seemed about to reach out his hand and seize her wrist, but just then Jeff came into sight again. Anna gave a sigh of relief mixed with exasperation. "Tomorrow, then," Cholo hissed, and swiftly lost himself in the crowd again.
Donna and Val and Anna and Jeff returned through the cobblestoned streets, blacker now than before with unrelieved night. Jeff wondered silently at Anna's tenseness; he could feel it through her hand which was clasped in his, and he sensed it as if by vibrations from her.
"How about a small nightcap?" Val suggested when at last they were in their casa again. The others nodded assent so he went to the bar in the far end of the living-room and poured four small snifters of brandy.
The air was charged with unspoken desires as they sipped the brandy. Jeff looked at Donna, who had kicked off her sandals and was rubbing her bare toes together like a sensuous cat. From beneath lowered eyelashes, Anna watched Val, certain that he would come up with a smooth suggestion that they all crawl into the huge round bed together. But for some reason he didn't make the suggestion, nor did anyone else, and after awhile Donna yawned.
"We've got to get out of here by ten in the morning," she said, getting up. "I'm going to sleep."
Val fanished his drink: and rose to follow her, so Anna and Jeff took the cue and told their hosts goodnight.
Anna was still tense, glittery-eyed, even slightly trembling, and Jeff recognized that she was souped-up sexually. He had been wanting her all evening, and when they were undressed and in bed, she came into his arms willingly, eagerly.
Her fierceness surprised him somewhat as she thrust her body at him, but her eyes were tightly closed and she said not a word as she usually did when they made love. He felt the dampness of her perspiring body which was quickly matched by the slipperiness of her hot pussy. Soon she was moaning with passion, but her teeth were tightly clenched together.
If he had only known she was fantasizing about the bull-shouldered Cholo, he wouldn't have been able to finish. But the heat of her body and the rhythmic squeezing of her cunt muscles drove all thoughts out of his mind. He floated and glided on a pleasure hill, sinking into abysses of blind ecstasy until at last he felt his supercharged balls triggering to a release.
"Now, baby," he grunted, "come with me!" And the sperm jolted out through his iron-hard cock in powerful surges that bathed the hot walls of her love-channel.
She convulsed into a torrid climax, too, but in her heated fantasy it was the black curly hair of Cholo that she was tearing at with her hands as his sperm seared her vitals. It was his cock that throbbed inside her.
"Aiiiiiii!" the muffled scream escaped through her tightly pressed lips, and her body went rigid for a moment, then collapsed. In a few moments she was asleep.
The next morning Jeff drove Donna and Val to the Guadalajara airport in Val's cream-and-chrome Mercedes. Anna begged off, pleading a headache, something which rarely bothered her.
"Well be back in four or five weeks," Donna promised, embracing the younger woman fondly. "FU miss you," she whispered in her ear.
Anna responded with subdued passion to Val's ardent farewell kiss, then went to lie down in the bedroom.
When Jeff returned two hours later, Anna was gone. He thought nothing of it; they were accustomed to going their own ways, and he was relieved that she had recovered from her headache. His lips curled in a little smile as he recalled her frenzy of the night before, and his cock quivered appreciatively. Gathering up his sketch pad and charcoals he went out to ramble about for subjects.
He headed away from town. There was a tiny fishing village down the lake, much smaller even than San Tomas, and he wanted to do some quick sketches of the fishermen working at their long nets. But as he approached the shacks along the beach he could tell that he was too late. Nearly all the boats were out, far out on the lake, and no one was in sight along the shore.
He shaded his eyes with his hand against the intense glare of the late-morning sun and scanned the lake.
"Shit!" he muttered, and sat down on a low stone wall in the shade of a thorny huizache tree. A broken boat lay on the sand a few feet away at the water's edge, and some nets were stretched on poles between him and the shacks about seventy-five yards away. He opened his pad and did a quick outline of the boat "Alio!"
"Well, hello," he greeted the two young girls who had stealthily come up behind him and stood watching him with the wariness of wild animals. With a grin he held up the sketch pad to show them what he had done. They only glanced at the sketch, then looked at each other and giggled. "You want me?" one said, her huge black eyes narrowed lewdly. "You want her?" She poked a finger into the other's ribs.
Jeff chuckled. Christ! They couldn't be more than twelve years old, he thought, looking over their slim brown bodies, showing here and there through the simple ragged frocks they had on. Even browner were their bare legs and arms, and their young faces were like smooth dark mahogany under thick shocks of long straggling hair.
"How many years have you?" he asked them in Spanish.
One of them thought for a moment, then said, "Quince." Fifteen.
"I don't believe you," Jeff replied, his grin belying the sterness of his voice.
"Ah, si," the other insisted, nodding her head vigorously. Her slim brown paw of a hand went to the torn neck of her coarse frock and pulled down, to expose a round little boob, centered by a sharp-pointed purple nipple.
Could be, he thought, looking them over more closely. Like many of the local half-Indian girls, they were smaller than their sisters north of the border, but their lissome bodies were quite shapely. They interpreted his close study as desire, and their teeth shone whitely against the sun as they smiled seductively. For a moment Jeff was tempted. "Where?" he asked. One of the girls glanced all around quickly. No one was in sight, and the strung nets veiled them from any possible discovery. A thin scattering of grass grew in the sandy soil beside the wall he was sitting on. "Aqid," she pointed to the ground.
The other girl was already sliding her dress upward over her slim but surprisingly shapely thighs, and Jeff saw the lower edges of a pair of bright orange panties. At least her panties weren't ragged, he noticed. And though their garments were pitifully worn, the girls and their frocks were freshly washed.
As he hesitated, one of the girls reached her hand for the other's pelvis and pressed it against her pussy through the frock. "You like?" she asked in English. "What are your names?" Jeff asked. "Lola," the taller one said, touching her firm little tit. "Luzita," said the other.
"Take off your dresses," Jeff ordered. They smiled and jerked their frocks up over their heads, and their supple bodies curved and bent gracefully as they spread the garments carefully on the ground. Jeff looked at the sleek coffee-colored hides, contrasting beautifully with the orange panties of Lola and the bright purple ones of Luzita. Physically they could have been sisters, so alike were their faces and slimly curved bodies, the same small high breasts and the same enticing swell of hip and buttocks.
They looked at him expectantly, to see which one he wanted first. "Dinero," said Lola hopefully.
He smiled. He was under no illusion that it was his blond masculine beauty that was urging them on, but the expectation of a few pesos to provide them or their families with some little luxury, or some additional food. Nevertheless, their appraising eyes were admiring as they looked him over, waiting for his choice.
Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a couple of five-peso coins and placed them on the wall beside him. Their eyes brightened even more. With mounting excitement Luzita giggled and reached over to caress Lola's little tit.
"Chupa la" Jeff ordered, reaching for his sketch pad. Suck it.
They sat down on one of the spread dresses and Lola lay back partly, propped on an elbow, and Luzita's black head bent over her breast, her pursed lips seizing the pointed little nipple. Jeff made a hasty sketch with sufficient details to recall the scene at a later time when he could paint it
After a few moments Luzita raised her head and looked at Jeff, grinning. With her finger she stroked the excited nipple, swollen to the proportions of a small grape but still rather pointed.
"Take off your panties," he told them.
Obediently they stood up and peeled off their bright-colored panties, then struck awkward, ingenuous poses. If this gringo artist wanted to make them immortal with his paintings, they would give him his money's worth.
His hand poised over his sketch pad froze and Jeff stared at the amazingly thick cluster of black hair covering their mounds. Hell, he thought, maybe they are fifteen. But he still doubted it. One thing was certain, though; they were mature enough to attract men, and that was the function of females in this country, "Come here," he said in Spanish to Luzita.
The young girl glided forward with the easy erect grace typical of the native women until she was within easy reach. She rested her hands on her smoothly padded hips, her feet planted firmly well apart, and waited to see what the gringo wanted next.
Jeff reached out his hand and gently cupped the hairy mound, feeling the cushiony pad with inquiring fingers. Hell yes, he thought, she's ready for screwing.
Smiling, Luzita hunched her pelvis forward a bit, and Jeffs hand slipped downward along the close-pressed lips of her pussy. like a shadow Lola eased alongside and watched, her mouth open and her eyes round and glistening with excitement.
"Nice," Jeff said in English, and smiled at the young girl while he carefully pressed his middle finger between the plump lips. Yes, she was damp already. His finger moved slowly up and down, just inside the snug furrow, raking across the narrow, nearly sealed entrance to her cunt, then up to stroke her diminutive clitoris.
"Eeeeee!" the girl squealed deliciously, her hips convulsing against his hand.
Jeff patted her ass, the cheeks so firm they barely quivered, and pushed her away. But his gesture was kindly, and she knew she wasn't being rejected. Anyway, he felt his cock hardening, and he didn't want to get carried away. He had already made up his mind that he wouldn't fuck the young girls, no matter.how delightful the prospect was. He would give them the pesos, but settle for sketches.
"Me?" Lola moved against him, her legs spread expectantly.
Jeff fondled her asscheeks with one hand and caressed her pussy with the other. It was an exact counterpart of Luzita's.. As he felt the moisture filling her slit, he pressed a bit harder than he had in the other girl's, inserting the tip of his finger into the tight little mouth of her cunt. She gasped as he entered her, and he felt the tiny quivers of her slender frame. Christ, but it was tight! He pushed on in for about an inch, and the wet funnel of her pussy clenched convulsively about the first knuckle of his finger.
Could she still be virgin? he wondered. Well, he wasn't going to find out. He slapped her ass playfully and sent them both back to sit on their frocks.
For several minutes he directed them into different poses, sketching with furious haste and hoping he was capturing enough detail to later translate the sketches into paintings that would retain some of the nubile charm of the brown-skinned Graces.
The girls had been excited, though, by his brief handling, and gradually he noticed their restlessness. They squirmed and broke poses, their hands fondling their tits feverishly, and even stroking across their thighs and between. The sun was hotter now, for it was almost midday, but it was not only the sun's heat that brought out the metallic glint of perspiration on their foreheads, and caused them to lick their lush velvety lips frequently, staring at him all the time with glowing dark eyes.
"Acarizla" he told Luzita, nodding toward Lola. Fondle her.
Eagerly the shorter girl leaned toward her companion and took her in her arms like a lover. Ardently she covered her neck and breasts with kisses, stroking her belly and hips meanwhile with nervous hands. Eyes half-closed, Lola lifted her mouth toward Luzita, and the tense girl kissed her lightly, experimentally, then with increasing passion as their bodies melted closer into one another. Passive until now, Lola reached for the other's smooth rounded belly and slid her hand downward.
Their bodies twisted sinuously like amorous snakes as they moved inexorably into a sixty-nine position. Jeffs emotions were mixed. He sketched more rapidly yet, capturing the classical but unschooled postures of the arching, turning bodies, surging and yielding, ever-merging into closer embrace, long black strands of hair half-concealing the straining faces reaching for curl-matted love-mounds. His cock tugged at the restriction of his tight jeans, and he paused sketching long enough to reach down and shift it up against his belly in a more tolerable position.
He tried to shut out the distracting sound of their panting breath as their mouths and tongues found the moist recesses of inner thighs and reluctantly parting pussy lips. Sweat popped out on his own forehead, and he felt it trickling down from his armpits along his ribs. He fought an impulse to tear off his own clothes, but he knew if he did that, he'd never pick up charcoal and sketch pad again. He gritted his teeth and concentrated on the composition, now more steady as the girls found the most natural position for their hungry actions.
He flipped a page and began a fresh sketch of the cinnamon legs spread wide like the points of stars, and the pink tongues lapping avidly at pussies whose lips were unfolding like honey-filled flowers before the probing of a hummingbird.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" moaned Luzita, her ravenous mouth pressed tight in the humid V of Lola's thighs and her own hips shuddering in an initial orgasm.
Lola tore her mouth away from the wet lips of Luzita's cunt long enough to screech, "Ya! Ya! Ya!" Now! Now! Now! She, too, was coming. Her thighs quivered and her toes stiffened in the throes of the climactic surges tearing through her passionate young frame.
It couldn't possibly last, half of Jeff's mind told him, while the other half concentrated desperately on completing the outline with sufficient sensitivity for later development
Apparently it was a new thing for the girls to eat one another and to come so profoundly, for once they had spent themselves in one grand climax, they relaxed and came away from each other, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. Their thighs, still widespread, were streaked inside with love-juice and saliva mixed, but they seemed not to notice. Like wilting flowers, their bodies slumped languidly, and the tension had gone out of their expressions.
"Quick!" Jeff said sharply, closing his pad and looking out over the lake where a pair of high-prowed wooden boats were in sight, bearing toward the village. The fishermen were returning.
With youthful resilience the girls sprang to their feet and pulled on their panties and frocks. Smiling, they shook hands with him and each grabbed up a five-peso piece. Hand in hand they ran off across the rocky, half-cultivated space between the wall and the shacks. Jeff stepped to the sand and started back toward the casa. With a wry grimace he rubbed his rigid prong, still lying up against his belly. Maybe I should've got some of that, he mused, then he shrugged and walked on.
The maid was swabbing down the tile floor of the liv-ingroom when he entered the cool interior of the casa.
"Hello, Concha," he greeted her.
"Good day, senor," she answered him formally, barely pausing in her work.
"Don't senor me," he said in Spanish. "I'm Jeff and you're Concha and we're friends. Agreed?"
She gave him a smile in which he detected a trace of the flirtiness she had displayed on the bus. "Agreed," she replied.
"The senorita is not here?"
"No, senor-Jeff." She pronounced name with accented charm.
He shrugged and tossed his sketch pad and charcoals on top of a coffee table.
"You wish something to eat?" she asked.
"Only a little comida," he told her, and she hurried into the kitchen.
He went on out to the patio and stripped off his shirt to enjoy the sun on his chest and shoulders. He pulled the table and a chair over where the sun could stroke him and sat down.
In a few minutes Concha brought him a tray with a ham and cheese sandwich on a plate and a bottle of frosty Bohemia beer, Mexico's finest
"Anything else?" she asked.
He shot her a quick searching glance, but there was no suggestiveness in her expression.
"Thanks, no," he replied. His cock had subsided long since, leaving him with a faint ache in his balls. No need to get aroused again, and maybe frustrated again.
She went back inside and he relaxed with his beer and sandwich.
Anna had gone into the village. A young woman walking alone in a Mexican street attracts attention under any circumstances, and a young woman with a swaying pair of hips sharply sculptured by a pair of tight jeans belted two inches below her belly-button and a thin shirt tied beneath a pair of quivering melon tits caused men of all ages to lick their suddenly dry lips and women to lance quick looks of hot envy. Her long hair was gathered at the nape of her neck with a bar-rette Jeff had crafted from leather for her. She held her head high, proud of the attention she was drawing, and acutely conscious of her woman's body. She wanted to run her hands down her thighs, to cup her breasts, to raise her arms high toward the sun like a pagan priestess invoking the blessings of the sun-god.
A sleeping dog blocked the narrow sidewalk, so she stepped into the narrow cobblestoned street, like most of the other villages. Traffic was rare, more often a loaded burro than an automobile or bus. Her ankles were rapidly becoming accustomed to the rounded surfaces of the paving stones, and her feet felt pleasantly naked in narrow-thonged sandals. She smiled to herself.
"Acostar?" The sibilant whisper came from a slim young man lounging on the corner she was just turning. Want to fuck?
She walked on as if she had heard nothing, but a warm mist drifted through her midsection, seeming to fill her already plentiful breasts and liven her belly with a thrill of anticipation. Up the street she went, ignoring soft whistles from other loungers, hot-eyed beneath broad sombrero brims.
At the plaza she encountered two of the women from the party of the night before.
"Did you hear what Gladys did after we all left?" one of the women asked Anna, her lips quivering with the delight of gossip.
"No," Anna smiled, hardly listening but staring with blank friendliness at the woman.
After a few minutes she parted from the two and headed for the tall-steepled church down the street from the plaza. More whistles accompanied her as she walked more slowly, her hips swaying even more than before. For a brief second she wondered what had come over her, to turn her into such a thing of finely tuned sexuality, with her every nerve vibrating to a lust she had never felt so completely before. Was it the atmosphere, sun-warmed and blossom-perfumed? Or was it the vibrations from the earthy, single-minded males that stripped her visually as she strolled along? But the questions dissolved from her mind almost immediately.
A right turn at the church corner, then a left at the next street, and she was in Calle Independencia. Her breasts seemed tight, and she reached her hand up to see if she had on a bra. She had actually forgotten, and the tightness-. But her hand touched spongy flesh, not pressure-tightened fabric. She took her hand down quickly.
Galena Luis. The wooden sign with its branded legend hung from a wrought-iron support above the sidewalk. She glanced around. Suddenly the street seemed to be completely empty of people, and the air was so silent she imagined she heard the sun rays striking the stones of the street. Maybe he was closed for the noon hour, for the customary heavy midday meal and siesta. She hurried toward the door.
It stood half-open, permitting only a thin angle of sunlight to fall within. Anna pushed it open just wide enough to slip through, then stood still, blinking in the comparative darkness of the high-ceilinged, well-worn room. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and she turned about slowly, taking in the pictures hanging on the walls, as well as a few pieces of wood statuary, either very old, or carved in the style of the religious artists of the Con~ quest.
As she continued to look around, she saw Cholo. He was sitting in a patio beyond the gallery in which she stood. Through the far door she could tell that he was at a table, a beer before him, but she could not see the rest of the table. Was he alone? She went forward and climbed the three steps to the level of the patio and stepped through the door.
"Well, hello," His smile was pleased but not surprised.
He knew I'd come, she thought, a trifle irritated, but flattered, too, for some unknown reason.
"How do you like my gallery?" He didn't bother to stand.
"The pieces look pretty good," she said simply, walking forward and taking a seat beside him at the round, leather-covered table. He was alone.
"Is that all?" he grinned. "Pretty good?" His accent was even stronger than she had remembered, and now she saw more clearly the feral expression about his eyes. Even his mouth and nostrils expressed savagery, aggression. Her throat was suddenly very dry.
He saw her glance at the beer. "Would you like a beer?" It was more a command than a question; he was already up and moving with the muscular grace of a huge cat toward an apartment-size refrigerator in a corner. He brought her a frosty bottle of Superior, white foam surging out of the neck and spilling down the side. For a moment, to her heated imagination it became a large dark cock with jism pumping out of it. He set the bottle in front of her, then watched her pick it up and drink thristily. His eyes narrowed, and his smile reflected more than amusement.
"Smoke?" He drew a flat plastic box out of his shirt pocket and took out of it a tightly rolled cigarette. The moment he lighted it and inhaled, she smelled the pungent aroma of marijuana. He passed the joint to her.
Hash! she thought, inhaling deeply. Or a mixture of grass and hash. She took another draw and passed it back to Cholo. Saying nothing, they finished smoking the cigarette between them, and Cholo dropped the short butt in an ashtray. He must have a good supply, Anna thought. Her friends would use a clip to smoke a roach until their lips burned.
"Come on," he said abruptly, standing up. "I'll show you my studio and some of my work."
Cholo opened a high narrow door and stepped inside. Anna glimpsed his lustrous teeth glinting in his dark face as he closed the door behind her. In the center of the room a slanted skylight let in a parallelogram of subdued light which fell on a human-size torso of a woman carved from some species of mahogany. There was no head; the shoulders were squared off as if the woman had been decapitated right where her neck emerged from the trunk; and the bottom of the piece ended at midthigh. But the armless torso was one of the most sensually voluptuous things Anna had ever seen, human or sculpture. She wanted to run her hands over those boldly outthrust breasts, thick-nippled and poised as if awaiting a lover's caress. And the generous mound was equally bold, with carefully chiseled strokes that appeared to be a thick carpet of hair, faintly parted over the hidden slit, "Miraculous!" she exclaimed softly. "You did this?"
She looked toward Cholo, and her eyes widened as a thrill of panic lightninged through her throat and down her body. His eyes were narrowed in long slits over high cheekbones, accentuating the Indian features of his coffee face, and his taut-lipped smile had no affection in it. Raising her hand vaguely as if to ward him off, Anna backed slowly across the room. But almost immediately she felt her buttocks press against the edge of a large, solid table. Before she could move aside, Cholo was on her.
"No!" she whispered, a horrible excitement drumming in her temples and ears like a compelling tomtom.
His hands reached forward and gripped her breasts, squeezing them painfully.
"I want your titsies," he gritted, squeezing even harder.
"No!" she repeated, leaning back, but still trapped against the unyielding table. Exquisite pain shot like a network through her aching tits. She put a weak hand against his bulky shoulder and attempted to push him away.
"Puta," He drew one hand from her tits and slapped her violently across her cheek.
The shock set her consciousness reeling, then she collapsed backward, her back and shoulders flattening on the hard surface of the table.
"No!" she whimpered helplessly as his hands quickly unfastened her jeans and snatched them down over her unresisting legs. A jerk, a tearing sound, and her panties were ripped off and thrown to one side.
There were no preliminaries. He flung her legs high and folded them back, wide-splayed against her chest. She felt the hard bumping of his cockhead searching for the mouth of her unprepared cunt, then with a savage grunt he rammed forward, driving deep inside her.
"Ainu!" she screeched, and again he slapped her viciously, this time across the mouth.
Soft moans of agony burbled in her throat as his gristly tool lunged in and out of her bruised pussy. Her shirt was wide open, the sides dangling over her heaving ribs, while his hands again gripped her tits hard, using them for leverage to drag himself forward in hard, bull-like thrusts.
Her feverish mind recreated the time she had masturbated with a sawed-off broomhandle. She was a college freshman. It was a sultry spring afternoon and she was alone in her dormitory room, dressed only in a pair of panties. Sprawled across a small couch, she fondled her tits and wished her young sociology professor were in the room with her, to caress her ripe young body and make love to her. Absently her eyes fell on the twelve-inch end of a broomhandle with the dormitory locker-room key secured to the squared end* Evelyn, her roommate, had forgotten to turn it in.
In a veritable torment of desire she darted across the room to make sure the door was locked, then picked up the round stick and hurried back to the couch. Sliding off her panties, she rubbed the rounded end along her pussy lips. Lacking expertise, she shoved the hard rod, unlubricated, into her lusting cunt. The sharp pain brought a gasp from her lips and she froze for a few moments, with nearly three inches of the solid stick lodged inside her, her still unmoistened cunt passage clamped around it in an involuntary spasm.
After a little while, though, the erotic strangeness of the hard, rounded shaft within her brought out the lubricating juices, and she moved her dildo back and forth, gingerly at first, then with increasing fervor as the preliminary pain diminished and pleasure focused and increased in her loins ...
Cholo was snarling now, and sexual mania flamed in his dark visage as he swiftly approached climax. With no feeling at all for the helpless girl pinned beneath him, he continued to drive relentlessly as deep into her velvety passage as he could. His feet were braced strongly on the floor and he dragged painfully on her tits to gain more leverage.
The natural responses of her healthy young body soon had some moisture trickling over the savaged tissues of her channel, and Anna sensed rather than felt that the pain was reacting to the onslaught in her loins. She even suppressed a little smile of triumph as she realized that the rape-artist wasn't really so heavy-hung as his brutal attack had made her believe. More aware now of her sensitized cunt and the prodding invader within it, she could tell that it was neither as long nor as thick as JefPs cock.
What was it her roommate at college had said? "In case of rape, relax and enjoy it."
The effects of the marijuana she had inhaled had been swept aside by the quick pain of Cholo's rape, but now, as she relaxed, her nerves and muscles responded more and more. He's an animal, she thought, tentatively squeezing her cunt muscles around his cock as he recoiled from a downstroke. He even smells like an animal, like a horse, or a dog.
She fought an impulse to reach out and grip his neck or his shoulders, the better to fit her increasing movements to his. Again she squeezed the thrusting meat-pole with her experienced internal muscles, and this time the panting, snarling man gasped.
It was too much for him. The subtleties of sex were something he was unaccustomed to, and this alien response triggered his overcharged balls into a fast climax.
Shit! Anna thought in dismay as she felt the familiar jerking of his cock, followed by the wet splashing of his sperm inside her. Just as she was beginning to build up to an orgasm herself!
The broad shoulders drooped and his head dropped to her billowing tits as he gasped out the final spurts of his passion. Then he pulled his inflamed prong out of her frustrated cunt and drew a handkerchief from his hip pocket to wipe it off.
"Get dressed!" he ordered roughly.
Silently, her body shaking from her now aroused and unfulfilled lust, Anna picked up her jeans from the tile floor and pulled them on. The torn panties she left lying where they were. Then she buttoned her shirt and tied the tails in a knot below her breasts; the nipples were just softening and dwindling from their excited tumescence.
Cholo did not look at her, but took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lighted one, inhaling deeply. She glanced at him. His curly black hair was matted to his damp forehead, but he appeared calm now, even attractive in a brutal masculine way.
Should she say goodbye? she wondered, turning to walk slowly toward the door. As she put her hand on the doorknob, Cholo growled, still without looking at her, "Come back this evening."
Chapter Vi
"The senor Jeff is not here?" Anna asked the maid.
"No, senorita. He said he had to go to Chapala, maybe even Guadalajara, to get some art supplies." Concha stood quietly, looking directly at the tall Americana, but with eyes that expressed nothing. She liked this job, and the Gaspards were good to her. They paid her well.
"Thanks." Anna turned and went slowly through the house to the bathroom. Her body ached, now that the marijuana influence was gone, and she felt dirty.
Concha looked after her. There was a woman who had been fucked, very recently, she thought. No mistake. Only a few weeks ago her older sister had slipped into the tiny room they shared in their mother's poor casita, smelling and looking just so. Her eyes had been furtive but dazzling with excitement-and something else-as she crept in from the dark outside, careful that their mother would not hear.
"Where have you been?" Concha whispered, feeling her sister's excitement.
"Ssssssh!" Her sister put a warning finger to her lips, then prepared to take a bath. Her short hair was disarrayed, some still-wet strands sticking to her forehead where she had been perspiring. And her short skirt was also twisted, and some fragments of straw stuck to the back.
The smell, too, Concha noticed. An excited woman smell, but with another, more pungent odor mixed with it. In the little village where the poorer people lived crowded on top of one another, the facts of life were pretty obvious to any child from the age of three on up.
Concha helped heat water on the battered old stove and she and her sister carried it in buckets and ketdes to the little lean-to behind the house where the big tin tub was the family bathtub. In the darkness, without even a candle to give some light, her sister had bathed her body for a long time, sitting and soaking her cola in the warm water. After she dried herself, she rubbed some spices between her legs, there, to take away any smell.
Before getting in the lumpy bed beside Concha, the sister knelt and prayed to the Virgin that she would not become pregnant.
Yes, thought Concha as she went back to cleaning the windows, the senorita Anna had just made a cabron, a cuckold of El Rizo. To herself she always called Jeff "the curly-haired one." Still, these heepees were funny, even the nice clean ones like Jeff and Anna. Clearly, they were not married, yet they lived together openly. And they were of good families, for was El Rizo not connected with the wonderful Gaspards? She shrugged her young shoulders.
The hot water streaming over Anna's aching breasts helped relieve some of the sharpening pain. Strangely, her face felt tense and swollen, too.
"My God!" She suddenly remembered that Cholo had struck her, twice. She stepped out of the shower and went to the large full-length mirror against the wall and studied her face carefully. Yes, her lower lip was swollen on one side, and a faint bluish tinge strained her jaw. "Damn!" She got back under the warm water and picked up the cake of soap again.
Finally her body began to feel normal and luxuriant again. For a moment she considered turning the knobs to cold and refreshing herself with a quick icy spray, but then she decided against it. Her body warm and naked beneath a light terrycloth robe, she went to the bedroom and stretched out on top of the bed. An instant later she was sound asleep.
When she awakened a couple of hours later, the stiffness in her normally pliant body puzzled her. Then she remembered. Tentatively she slipped a hand through the front of her robe and manipulated her smooth tits one after the other. They felt all right. A little smile curved the corners of her sensuous lips as she felt the quickening protuberance of a sensitive nipple against the palm of her hand. Yes, they were all right.
Next she slid her hand under the high-twisted hem of her robe and gingerly fingered her pussy. "Oh!" she grunted softly as she spread her thighs apart for her exploring hand. The pain came from the small of her back, she realized. It must have been when Cholo slammed her across the table so hard. But it was only a slight stiffness; nothing permanent. Her fingers continued to caress the curly thicket of hair over her mound and between her rounded thighs. Nothing bruised outside. Carefully she pushed a slender finger between her parted cunt lips and poked at the elastic mouth of her love-canal.
Her body relaxed and warmed even more beneath the robe as her finger moved of its own volition, stroking lightly up and down her hair-fringed furrow and titillating the nubby little clit at the peak of the slit. The pain in her back vanished and she squirmed her buttocks against the bed, thrusting upward in short pushes that pressed her cunt against her questing.hand and finger and caused the lips to open and close like a flexible valve.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed voluptuously, and plunged her "finger into the moistened throat of her cunt. Again her body felt electrically vibrant, an instrument of erotic passion that twisted and squirmed expertly to meet her knowledgeable finger and bring her to a swift climax.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered as she came, half-fearful that her muffled cries would be heard by the maid through the closed door. Her hips jerked up and down, driven by the surges of hot voltage through her loins, and the robe fell away completely, leaving her writhing body naked.
The rapturous quivers subsided and she lay spent and panting and deliriously relieved. My God, she thought as her mind cleared. I'm getting worse than a high-school virgin letching for the football hero. Then she smiled contentedly. It was her body, her pleasure. Nobody owned her, not even Jeff.
In a few moments she got up and threw off the robe. She pulled a clean pair of faded jeans from her suitcase, a sheer bra and a short-sleeved denim shirt. She held up a pair of frothy yellow bikini panties and looked at them, then put them back in the suitcase. Dressed, she slid her feet into a pair of sandals, buckled the straps, and went out into the living-room.
The maid was not in sight, and anyway she didn't know when Jeff would be back so there was no point in leaving a message with the girl. She found a pad of notepaper and a ballpoint pen on a side table.
"I've gone with some friends from El Jacal to visit an Indian village," she wrote, and signed the note with a big A. El Jacal was a campy little restaurant in the village where some of the local artists and culture-vultures hung out
The sun was still a blazing ball of concentrated heat, even though it was low over the western edge of the lake. Anna stopped as she stepped out of the cool shade of the roofed part of the patio into the glare that hit her head and shoulders like a blast. Taking a deep breath, she started walking slowly up the alley, toward the street that led to Calle Independencia.
But as she walked along, a faint growling in her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast Skirting Calle Independencia, she went to the plaza and up to El Jacal.
"A margarita and a plate of enchiladas," she told the smirking waiter. So goddam cocksure, she frowned as he went away to fill her order. Jeff was right: every Latin male seemed to be convinced he was God's gift to any woman who happened to be alone at the moment. Her eyes followed the plump, short waiter, and when he turned, his bulging belly protruded far over his heavy silver belt buckle.
She thought of Cholo's lean hips and flat belly, and the awesome bulk of his bull-like shoulders, and a sultriness filtered through her, in spite of the coolness of the dark restaurant.
The sun was gone when she left the restaurant, but twilight still brightened the sky. She walked throueh the cooling streets, ignoring the inevitable whistles and sibilant whispers from men lounging against the doors and walls of the adobe houses lining the street. Their dicks must come up as the sun goes down, she thought. Shit! They didn't have to wait for the sun to go down.
Chupa mi paloma," a grinning youth said softly. Suck my prick?
Anna almost burst out laughing. The boy was hardly shoulder-high to her, and thin as a starving goat Probably a devout altar-boy at Sunday mass, she guessed.
The door of Galeria Luis was ajar again, and she went in, only to bump into Cholo hurrying toward the door from inside.
"Get into the car!" he ordered abruptly, practically brushing her back out the door.
His car was a battered, dusty Thunderbird parked just across the street. A trio of ragged children popped up from nowhere to stare at Anna curiously as she opened the car door and got in.
What the hell am I doing? But before the question was fully registered in her mind, Cholo was under the wheel and steering the car down the bumpy street. A few minutes later they were on the highway above the little village and heading west toward the afterglow of the vanished sun.
He had said not a word from the time they left. Anna looked at him, his cruel, handsome face dimly profiled in the dashboard light. Past him she saw twinkling lights on the far side of the broad lake. With a twinge of panic she realized that the lights were San Tomas; they were at least twenty miles away, on th& southern rim of the lake.
"Where are we going?" she broke the silence.
A mirthless grin flashed across Cholo's lips. "We're almost there."
After a measureless time, maybe short, maybe long, he stopped the car and got out. Anna got out her side, and by the ghostly light of a half-moon she saw that they were in the midst of an abandoned luxury development project
"Come!"
Anna followed closely behind the shadowy figure, stumbling over a broken place in a sidewalk leading into one of the nearly finished homes. A door opened, she stepped inside, and Cholo closed it behind her.
"Luz!" he called out.
A match flared in another room opening off the one they had just entered, and by its wavering light she glimpsed another man. Cholo hurried in that direction, with Anna at his heels. Another match flared, and two candles were lighted.
Anna looked about the large room which was furnished only with a couch. Several large cushions were scattered about. One candle rested on a low coffee table before the couch, the other candle on the floor in a corner. Heavy drapes, additionally covered with sarapes, hung over the single window, effectively shielding the light from anyone who might be outside.
Anna looked at the other two occupants. A lovely Mexican girl in a simple miniskirted frock smiled at her. "Buenos noches," said the girl. Anna smiled and returned her greeting, then looked at the young man, slim and handsome, squatting by the candle on the floor.
"Que tu?" he smiled.
Anna smiled and nodded to him, wondering if he were a local youth. In this area they didn't greet each other with that expression, she had noticed.
Cholo flung himself on a pile of cushions and sarapes against the wall. "A shot of tequila," he told the Mexican girt
Immediately she turned and vanished into the darkness beyond the room, returning at once with a fresh bottle of Sauza and a bottle of Sangrita and some small glasses. Kneeling on the floor near Cholo, she poured half-and-half from the two bottles into each glass, handed the first to Cholo and the second to Anna, who was sitting crosslegged on a cushion on the floor. Cholo propped his head against the wall and nursed his drink on his chest, surveying the others through slitted eyes.
"I am Juan," the slim young man said, coming forward and offering his hand. "This Cholo has no manners." Apparently he had no fear of the powerful man, although he would be no match for him in a fight
"Chinga tu madre!" Cholo grinned tautly.
"And fuck yours, too," the other retorted, also grinning.
He's very graceful, Anna thought, surveying Juan over the rim of her glass. He wore tight black trousers, a tailored, wildly-colored shirt, ard polished black slippers with the high heels of a flamenco dancer. The girl, too. She shifted her gaze toward the girl who was sitting crosslegged in imitation of Anna. Her coal-black hair was parted in the middle in two long braids which fell over her shoulders and breasts, Indian-style.
"I'm Anna," she said to the girl.
"I'm Maria," the other replied, her voice soft and melodious.
Of course, Anna thought. Juan and Maria. John and Mary.
They all drank leisurely. Juan lighted a cigarette, and offered his pack politely to Anna, but she refused. Maria got up after a few minutes and clicked on a small portable radio that sat on the floor in the shadows.
"Very low!" Cholo ordered brusquely, and she turned it down so the music came faintly even across the few feet of distance.
Without an order, Maria refilled the glasses and they continued to drink. It was very relaxing, Anna thought. The lack of conversation wasn't oppressive. She looked Maria over, noticing the heavy roundness of her boobs, against the front of her snug dress, and the slim shapeliness of her bare thighs gleaming like dark bronze in the pale candlelight.
"You have everything ready?" Cholo asked suddenly. "Yes," Juan replied.
Both men got up and went into the outer darkness. They returned, their arms loaded with camera and electric cords and flash equipment. Cholo carried a large battery as well. Anna smiled, unalarmed at the obvious preparations for some picture-taking. The tequila felt warm in her stomach, and a lazy anticipation flowed down into her belly.
Quickly, efficiently, Cholo and Juan dragged the low couch into a planned position, then Juan hooked up the lighting equipment to the powerful battery while Cholo loaded an expensive-looking movie camera. Maria sat quietly, looking at Anna and smiling. She's so beautiful, Anna thought
When the apparatus was ready, Cholo dropped again to his cushions and got out the flat plastic box that Anna recognized as his marijuana case. Taking out three joints, he gave one to Juan and Maria, and lighted one for himself. Anna waited. But instead of a smoke, she was given a refill of tequila by Maria. She shrugged indifferently and sipped her fresh drink.
They finished their smokes, inhaling till the roaches burned their lips, then dropping the butts on the tile floor and crushing them out with their shoes. Juan and Maria got up and Cholo picked up his camera.
Anna relaxed even more as she watched the proceedings, which were as foreknown in her mind as if she had written the simple script the actors were following. The tequila was fuel to the fire kindling in her belly and thighs. A dreamy smile tipped the corners of her humid lips.
Juan disappeared from the room and Maria walked slowly to the couch, followed by the revealing light and camera in Cholo's hands. Sitting down, the Mexican girl drew a magazine from under a pillow on the couch and opened it. The full-page photos were visible to Anna from several feet away, not in detail but enough that she could see the nudes. Leafing the pages, Maria simulated-or was it real?-a young girl excited and aroused by sex pictures. One hand went under a heavy breast, to lift it and fondle it slowly, and her wine-purple lips fell apart to release the tip of her nervous tongue.
Very quickly her fingers unbuttoned the front of her frock almost to the waist, and her hand went inside to caress an unbrassiered globe. Her dark face took on more expression, and Anna could sense the heat of the girl's mounting passion coming across the room to her.
Maria dropped the open magazine on a pillow where she could look at the pictures and have both hands free to stimulate herself. Partly concealed by the twisted hem of her skirt, her hand worked between her coffee-colored thighs, to probe and rub her yearning pussy.
In another swift action she reached under another cushion and got out a plastic-ivory vibrator. She lay back on the cushions and threw her legs up on the couch, wide apart. Her black mass of cunt hair was now fully exposed as Cholo moved in closer with the camera to film the massage trick.
Anna slid off her cushion and dragged herself across the slick tile floor to gaze in fascination at the lovely brunette stroking the curved tip of the vibrator along the slit of her cunt. Maria's heavy breathing was not fake. Her half-closed eyes gleamed and her tongue licked feverishly across her writhing lips.
Just as she was pushing the pointed tip of the vibrator into her mostening cunt-lips, Juan entered the room on cue. Pretending embarrassment, Maria tried to shove the instrument under a pillow and straighten her disheveled dress. But Juan was too quick for her. Clamping one hand over a heavy tit and forcing her back into her half-prone position, he captured the smooth tool. Then, wedging her feebly resisting legs apart, he shoved the wet tip into her avid cunt and slowly moved it about like a pestle in a mortar.
Just outside camera-range, Anna stared in dazed fascination, wondering if the passionate girl was faking the climax she was going through, or if it was for real. Her bared hips thrashed and jerked, and moans spilled from her gasping lips as she flailed her head back and forth.
Abruptly Cholo cut the camera, and the pair got up quickly and stripped off their clothes, throwing them into a corner out of camera-range. They sat down again. Maria glanced at Anna and winked as she reached for Juan's half-hard cock and began to massage it into hard erection. Cholo cut his camera back on as the pole reared to its full height, the corona flaring darkly above the pale olive shaft rising from Juan's bounteous bush of pubic hair.
Lowering her head, Maria opened her ripe lips over the swollen knob, then slid her mouth downward to take in nearly half the shaft. Juan stroked her long hair, brushing it aside so the camera could get a clear shot, and Cholo moved in for a closeup.
What was in that drink? Anna wondered vaguely, from a distant part of her mind. She felt lazily exhilarated, and detached from her body, yet completely, sensually aware of her own feelings of burning lust. She slid closer, carefully keeping out of the sweep of the camera, and unfastened her shirt Hardly conscious of what she was doing, she slid it off and threw it into the corner with the others' clothes. Her bra followed.
Cholo was behind the couch now, holding his camera on the action as Maria knelt between Juan's spread legs and moved forward to encase his upright dong between her large, slightly pendulous tits. With her hands she moved the cushiony mounds up and down, pressing them inward at the same time to apply soft pressure to his tool. Anna was sure that the twisted smile of ecstasy on Juan's lips wasn't faked. She thrust her hand down the front of her low-slung jeans and stroked with her fingertips through her pubic hair while she stared, hypnotized, at the lascivious action right before her.
Still sitting, Juan slid his ass forward so that he half-lay against cushions and the back of the couch. Maria rose smoothly to her feet and straddled his wide-apart thighs, resting on her knees on the couch and facing Juan. Cholo moved slowly around the end of the couch, catching all her movements as she grasped the rampant cock and guided the head between her hairy lips.
Maria's buttocks, flaring and smooth as ripe plums, were within a few feet of Anna's face, and the Americana felt her own cunt throb with desire as she watched the stretched cunt-lips of the other slide down the vein-ridged staff. Reluctantly Anna moved back a foot or two to allow Cholo with his light and camera to move in. Dreamily she unzipped her jeans and twisted out of them, still sitting in her ringside position.
Everything was accomplished in silence, except for the heavy breathing of Maria and Juan, and the wet sucking sound of Maria's swallowing pussy as it rode up and down on the well-juiced rod, and the faint whir of the movie camera. Naked, Anna slid closer again, her eyes drawn to the dangling balls of Juan. The hairy sac hung over the edge of the couch, and each time Maria slid upward, her squeezing tunnel sucking on the hard shaft, the balls seemed to tense, and the sac to contract.
Hardly knowing that she had moved between Juan's parted knees, Anna felt the hairy pouch brushing against her uplifted lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and gently took in one of the balls. The odor of Maria's hot cunt, filled with the mixture of juices lubricating the piston inside her, came to Anna's nostrils, further heightening her passion. Softly she tongued the egg-shaped sphere inside her hot mouth, and she felt the responsive quiver surge through Juan's groin. The satiny skin of Maria's plump asscheek brushed against her forehead, and she moved her head so that their skin caressed each other.
She knew that Cholo was behind her now, filming her in the picture, too, and that knowledge excited her even more. It was what she had wanted, wanted all the time, from the day the concealed man watched her and Jeff balling in their bed in Guadalajara. She was starring, acting before an audience, and her body felt as if it was being licked by fragrant flames. She turned and twisted her body as she strained upward to lap with her tongue at the base of Juan's cock each time Maria's firm buttocks raised up. Her hands were busy, too, caressing Maria and Juan alike.
Her tonguetip found Maria's tiny asshole, the hair- rimmed puckerhole warping open a trifle as the broad base of Juan's cock wedged apart the forward slit on each downride.
"Oooooooooooh!" Maria squealed, her body arching with the spasm of ecstasy darting from the wet tonguetip in her sensitive grommet, Anna thrust her finger deep into her own juicy canal and squeezed her love-muscles fondly about the slender intruder. As she expertly fingered herself, stroking her stiffening clit, she got up on her knees, her head still low between Juan's thighs and her ass shoved upward.
She felt herself seized brusquely about the waist by a powerful arm that held her, while a hard-knobbed cock slammed off one of her asscheeks. The passion-red haze of ecstasy that had been bathing her suddenly split with the realization that Cholo had her helpless while he aimed again with his rigid dick.
Oh no! she thought, panic-stricken. I can't take him there! The gristly prong banged again, gliding into the deep valley of her buttocks and jamming right against her pinched asshole.
"No-!" Her shriek was cut off by a whiff of something rushing into her nostrils and pervading her head and lungs, even as the popping sound came belatedly to her ears. The drug flashed through her like wildfire, rekindling her lust. Higher and higher rose the flames of desire, and her stifled cry changed to a she-goat's bleat.
Like a mare in heat she presented her buttocks to the kneeling man behind her. A searing pang of agony flooded ahead of the blunt relentless wedge splitting her asscheeks and driving deep into her virginal anal passage, but the torture was immediately transmuted into exquisite thrills of erotic delight such as she had never dreamed of. Bucking and rearing her ass high, she threw herself back onto the impaling spike, while her whole body exploded in a tumultuous orgasm.
Words of madness, untranslatable, torrented through her sttaining throat and lips as she continued to lunge and rear on her hands and knees. In her wild fantasy she had actually become a lithe and amorous mare, welcoming the bruising, battering attack of the stallion riding her flanks. With one part of her bedazzled, soaring mind she knew that Maria and Juan had stopped their own action and were watching her perform, and that since Cholo had stopped filming, Cholo was the stallion, the master fucking to subdue her, to crumple her beneath the fury of his onslaught
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhi" The guttural cry retched in her throat, tearing the delicate lining just as the lining of her asshole was being torn by the invading savage. Orgasm after orgasm wrenched and flung her body, and ever she continued to back into the enraged thrusts of the pole ramming her, driving through her entire body to scatter shooting stars across the dark fabric of her mind.
The fountain was ceaseless, never-ending, spouting geyser after geyser of ecstatic sparks while her body vibrated and danced to an erotic rhapsody.
"Ahhhhhhhhhnhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed hoarsely again, skipping over peaks of climactic delight. "Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! Kill me with your cock!" And she reared even higher, finally twisting about with such a violent convulsion that the powerful rider was thrown from her back. He landed on his side, his throbbing cock squirting sperm in spasmodic volleys across the floor while he swore at the demon-woman still jerking with her own climactic fury.
Anna pitched forward on the floor, and everything went black.
Chapter Vii
The curtains were pulled back from the windows and daylight streamed into the room, subdued but all-illuminating. Anna awoke slowly, gradually, a groan halfway past her lips before she began to stir. Someone had thrown a serape over her naked body, but it had slipped away from her upper body. She lay mainly on her stomach, though her legs were twisted about.
"Jesus!" she groaned, forcing her eyes open. "What happened?" From the very hairs of her head to her toenails she ached all over. Mercifully, her memory was blocked at first as she tried to roll over and come up to a sitting position. As she propped up on one arm and attempted a sitting position, a raw pain lanced through her asshole and up, all the way to her throat which was also raw.
"Jesus!" she groaned again. Tentatively, with very light fingers, she touched her buttocks, very gradually sliding her fingertips toward the crevice dividing her taut asscheeks.
"Oh, God, no!" she moaned, when her fingertips revealed the ruptured condition of her asshole. "I'm ruined for life. It'll never shrink back to normal." The memory of the night before came back in a tidal wave of recollection, and she closed her eyes as if that would shut out, perhaps even erase, those wild events.
She forced herself up on her hands and knees and checked her body carefully. Aside from her ravaged bunghole everything seemed all right. She tried sitting up again while she looked about for her clothes.
"Hello."
She squinted toward the doorway, and recognized Maria, miniskirted and smiling freshly, her glossy black hair neatly plaited in two braids.
"Are you hungry?"
The question seemed to release a ripple of hunger pangs.
"Yes."
Maria disappeared into another part of the house, but came back soon with a crude splint tray bearing a pot of steaming coffee and two earthen mugs already filled. She knelt in a fluid, graceful movement and placed the tray on the floor between her and Anna. Anna's weary eyes noted that the pretty girl wore no panties under her brief skirt as Maria sat down crosslegged facing her.
"Drink this." The polished mahogany face was beautiful with a friendly smile which beamed above the outstretched arm handing a mug to Anna.
"Thanks." The groggy girl took the mug and drank deeply. She gasped. The coffee was not only hot and strong, but it was heavily laced with rum. In a moment the stimulating heat of the liquid circulated through her body, and the multiple aches began to diminish and disappear. She even managed a smile at her companion.
"Where are the others?" she asked, looking about.
"Gone into town. Work." The cryptic answer was obviously all she was going to give. Then the obsidian eyes narrowed, roaming over the carelessly naked body of the Americana.
"You are very beautiful," she said, almost shyly.
Anna's smile was broader this time. The mug of coffee was half-empty, and her body was feeling immensely better. Even the throbbing ache in her grom-met was nearly gone. She held her mug forward and Maria filled it from the pitcher.
"Thanks. I think you're one of the prettiest girls I've seen in Mexico." Anna really meant it
Maria accepted the compliment with visible pleasure. "I'll bring you some food." Effortlessly she arose and glided out of the room. A few minutes went by while Anna continued to sip her coffee and regain control of her body and senses. Then Maria returned, this time with another tray, a larger one, and a dish of buttered bolillos and a saucer of strawberry jam on it.
Maria sat crosslegged again and her eyes were both warm and speculative as she continued to look over the shapely form of Anna, who had still not bothered to pull on any clothes. Once she reached forward and softly caressed a swaying tit while Anna chewed her food. Anna looked at her and smiled, pleased by the sensuous caress and the warmth in her companion's countenance. Finally she had all the food she wanted to eat
"I don't suppose there's any running water in the bathroom-if there's a bathroom," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Maria smiled and shrugged. "There's the lake." A tiny dimple appeared in her cheek as her smile widened. "I have some soap. And," she stood up, "there's nobody around."
Anna stood up, too. The rum had done its work. She felt practically as good as new. She bent and picked up a serape and draped it about her like a sarong, pulling it tight over the top of her breasts and tucking in the end.
"Let's go," she said.
The water was just pleasantly cool and she waded out gratefully, relishing the sensuous rippling of the water rising higher and higher as she waded deeper, then turned on her back to float.
At first she wasn't conscious of the extra caresses on her body, but as they seemed to concentrate toward her groin she came back to full awareness. Opening her eyes, she saw Maria standing beside her, breast-deep, gliding her slim hands across her belly and along her thighs. She smiled into the wide black eyes, and the other responded with a full-lipped, gleaming smile.
"Beautiful," her lips formed the silent word.
Encouraged, Maria moved her hands with more purpose, sliding one underneath the prone, floating girl's buttocks and the other down the curve of her belly to the pubic hair floating upward like fine seaweed. With feminine empathy she touched lightly but surely, stroking and pinching lightly and probing gently, and Anna felt as if she were a computerized bank of erotic sensations whose buttons were all being punched by an expert operator.
Finally it was more than she could bear. The thrills racing through her frame began to draw together in curves and knots, and she was forced to drop her feet to the lake floor and stand up.
"You darling," she murmured, putting her arms about the dark cinnamon shoulders of the other and drawing her close.
Their naked bodies pressed tight, slippery with the water between them, and the sensation of spongy tit against spongy tit was particularly exciting. Anna took one arm from behind Maria and slipped the hand under her slightly flattened tit. The Mexican girl's boobs were heavier and fuller even than her own, and their weight was causing them to droop a trifle. But right now, the slight sag was not unattractive, but was even more appealing, like a fully ripened melon weary with its own weight
Anna fingered the nipple into erection, and was mildly startled at the extra-large size of it, fully hardened. Nothing underdeveloped about these small, hcsK-Indio women, she reflected. Then she quivered as she felt inquisitive yet knowing fingers probing and parting the water-spread bush at her crotch and slithering between the wet, pouting lips of her cunt. Then the dark head lowered and hot lips closed over Anna's nipple, sucking it into rigid prominence.
"Ahhhhhhhi" Anna sighed, all pain gone and forgotten as her body warmed beneath the hot sun and the skilled caresses. She reached both hands down and around the prominently outcurved buttocks of the girl, and gripping them firmly, she drew her groin in against her own. She held her like that for a moment, then began a slow grinding, stooping and rubbing her cushiony pubic mound as low under the other's cunt as she could reach. Eventually she touched Maria's excited clit, for the black-haired beauty gave a little gasp of delight, and closed her eyes. Her sparkling white teeth bit down on her lower lips and she breathed in deeply as the grinding massage continued.
After a while a fluttering of eyelashes and a series of short quick breaths signaled Maria's little orgasm. Pleased that she had brought her friend off, Anna broke away and went back to shore for the bar of soap Maria had brought. They spent a long time soaping and laving each other's body, and when they had finished, they lay outstretched on spread serapes and let the hot sun dry them off.
Back at the house, Maria made some sort of rum drink for each of them, and they stretched out on a pile of serapes and cushions, naked. Idly they fondled and caressed each other while they drank their rum, and as the liquid went lower in each glass, their caresses became more heated and unrestrained. When they finally set aside the empty glasses, Anna took the small but voluptuous girl in her arms, rolled her on her back and fucked her as if she were a man fucking a woman. But the obvious thing was missing.
"Wait!" Maria hissed, her lips drawn back in an excited grin. She got up and went to the couch and drew the vibrator from under a cushion.
They took turns lying upon each other's body, the bottom girl spreading her legs wide and locking them about the slim waist above, while the girl above used the vibrator on the other. After what seemed hours of soaring delight and endless orgasms, they slumped into exhausted sleep, still locked in each other's arms.
Again Maria was awake first. When Anna came out of her profound sleep, she felt normal again, thoroughly refreshed and relaxed. She rolled up to a sitting position on the serapes and as if on signal, Maria came in with the inevitable crude tray, this time bearing two steaming bowls of chili and beans.
The shadows of evening were apparent inside the room when Maria took away the empty bowls and came back with tall glasses of tequila and Sangrita. Anna drank thirstily, then set her glass on the floor and got up to drag on her jeans and shirt, still crumpled in the corner. Then she stretched out again, propped on one elbow, and looked at the rounded, light-chocolate thighs of the crosslegged girl next to her.
"My boy friend thinks Mexican women have the prettiest fannies in the world," she said without animosity. "They curve out so sweet and pert." She reached over and slid her hand along the inside of Maria's thigh.
"You too have a nice body," said Maria, smiling at the pleasing sensation of the hand moving closer to her pussy. "You are a woman meant for love. Much love."
"Yes." The embers of passion were stirring into life again, and Anna felt the heat suffusing her loins and thighs, and spreading throughout her entire body. Is there a drug in this drink? she wondered, curiously but without fear.
"What did Cholo give me last night?" she asked, taking another deep swallow of her drink.
"He calls them poppers," Maria replied casually. "Cholo is the big jefe of the drugs racket in this area. He has everything."
By the time they had started on their second drink, darkness was invading the room. Maria got up and began to arrange the heavy curtains and extra drapes across the windows. Then she lighted new candles, tall and red, and placed one in a bottle on the low table and the other against a wall. Anna watched the lithe girl moving about, her lusciously curved body bending with unconscious seductiveness, and the flames of desire became even hotter and demanding in her groin. What was in store for this night? she wondered. Oddly enough, she felt no fear and certainly no remorse over the situation. In fact, her heated body seemed to be a programmed instrument of passion, and she flexed the love^muscles deep within her cunt as if practicing for the next encounter with a raging cock.
Before she could wonder again what was in her drink besides tequila, footsteps sounded in the passageway and Cholo and Juan came in, loaded down with equipment
"Check outside for light," Cholo snapped at Juan, and the slim man promptly put down his load and went back outside to see if any light showed through the drapes.
Anna waited for him to greet her, but he moved about as if she and Maria did not exist, his arrogant face set in an expression of intense concentration. Cholo did one thing at a time.
Juan came back in. "Hello", he said to Anna, his pleasant face lighted by a friendly smile. He slipped his arm about Maria's waist and fondled her big tit through her thin frock.
Finally Cholo finished whatever preparations he was making, and dropped down on the couch, his feet stretched out comfortably. "Get me a drink," he commanded Maria, and the girl hurried out Then he looked at Anna, sitting against the wall.
"Have you had food?" he asked, with the same interest he would show in a prize dog or horse. A diabolical glitter showed in his dark eyes as Anna nodded affirmatively, and he bared his teeth in a taut grin.
"Come here!"
Obediently Anna got up and went to him.
"Open it!" He pointed to the fly of his trousers.
She dropped on her knees between his outstretched legs and unzipped his trousers, then reached inside and carefully pulled out his cock which was hardly showing signs of life yet. Without being urged, she began to fondle and caress the flaccid tool, teasing the sensitive underside of his cockhead with her fingernails.
Maria returned and handed Cholo his drink, then she knelt beside Anna and added her own sex-wise caresses to the limp dick, and soon it began to expand and harden. Cholo drank deeply, then sighed with contentment. Both his stomach and his balls were being satisfied.
The rubbery cone darkened with engorging blood, and the tube on the underside of the shaft filled and throbbed under the delightful massage of two pairs of smooth hands.
"Chupa lo." Suck it
Anna's hair fell forward, contrasting with the black cluster covering Cholo's belly, as she lowered her head and opened her lips to receive the aroused and rigid cock. Maria continued to massage the lower part of the shaft and caress Cholo's balls as Anna sucked lightly at the head, wetting it with her saliva.
The heat in her body was almost unbearable as Anna turned her head from side to side, punching out first one cheek then the other with the stiff rod in her mouth. She hardly thought; she was a creature of sensation, and everything was concentrated on stimulating the pulsing muscle in her hand and in her mouth. She felt Maria's hands moving away from the dark shaft, and in a moment the girl was fondling Anna's feverish tits. Her shirt was stripped off by unseen hands, and now the hands were hot on her bulging, hard-nippled mounds of fleshy delight. Then other hands were at her hips, unfastening her jeans and sliding them down over her thighs.
Anna knew it was Juan kneeling behind her, gently raising first one of her knees then the other to drag off the jeans. Her naked buttocks felt caressing hands ranging over them, along the outer curves, then tracing the declivity separating the firm cheeks. A faint tremor of apprehension shook her naked body for a moment. Not in the bunghole again! She couldn't take it.
But the heat in her body was all-consuming, melting her fears, and she avidly tongued the underside of the rigid flesh-pole in her hands while she shifted her knees farther apart to receive the other cock now rubbing up and down her entire slit, from clit to asshole. She didn't care where Juan put it, so long as she could feel it in her. Now!
Instead of jamming it into her healed and eager grommet, however, the young man elected to center his oozing cockhead against her wet cunt-lips, and in a moment his entire dick was buried inside her slippery passage and the contractions of the walls were like a milking hand jacking him off.
Maria's face was pressed against Anna's back as she continued to fondle and tease the Americanos surging tits.
Anna's body took on an instinctive rhythm, hunching back and upward to receive the thrusts of Juan's deep-planted cock, while her head bobbed up and down, pulling and sucking at Cholo's cock. Maria's fingers kneading her already excited nipples finally set her off like a bonfire. Moaning against the wedging cockhead in her throat, she jerked and spasmed to the orgasm wracking her slim body. She wanted to raise her head and howl like a lusting she-wolf, to yell, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" But her sucking lips refused to release the dripping pillar they were tightly circled over.
Then a second climax shook her and she began to pump frantically with her hand at the part of Cholo's shaft which was not imprisoned in her mouth. At the same time she lunged her ass into Juan's groin with furious speed, demanding that he ram his iron-hard prick into her faster. It was unbearable, this swelling passion which only seemed to increase the more she came. It could only be relieved by bringing off the two men. This she sensed, and her body and hands redoubled their frenzied actions.
Still another orgasm gushed through her, reaching to her throat, and she felt she had to raise her head and scream. But at that moment her sensitive hand felt the initial throbs in the base of Cholo's cock, and a moment later she was eagerly lapping and swallowing his creamy charges that splashed into her mouth. Before Cholo's dick had ceased pumping, Juan suddenly jerked and broke his driving rhythm, and he too blasted bis jism into Anna. Her cunt muscles gripped his twitching rod tightly, squeezing away even after he had finished coming.
Anna roused up dreamily, hours later it seemed, although only a short while had passed, and took the lighted cigarette which Cholo was holding out to her. She put it to her still-wet lips and dragged on it deeply. A strong sweetish smoke filled her lungs and nostrils, and she quickly dragged again.
She was rising, it seemed, rising on a cushion of air, and floating quietly, peacefully above the.others. To keep from falling, she dragged again and again on the glowing cigarette. Colors filtered through the shades of the semidarkened room, and bubbles rose from the candles, spreading like drops of watercolor paint in a pan of water. All colors, and the colors had sound, too. Exotic music.
She could see that Juan and Maria were smoking the magical cigarettes, too, while Cholo moved slow-motion through a maze of electrical cords and other apparatus.
Now they were naked, the three of them, Juan, Maria, Anna, and they were embracing and dancing and kissing and fondling one another with inspired caresses. The music changed subtly and so did the colors, rich and lavish, but never dazzling bright. Cool, cool colors, and cool music. Only their entwining bodies were warm and passion-flooded as they explored and invented new delights for one another.
Now Juan was handing another cigarette to Anna and one to Maria, and while they smoked again he dissolved from view. Through purple and gold-hazed eyes Anna saw, from her floating cloud, what looked like a sort of short divan being placed in the middle of the room. It had no ends, no back, and it rose in the center like a gentle hill. A bright-dyed serape was spread and Maria seemed to flow over it, her supine body arched like a sacrificial virgin being prepared for the pagan priest's knife. Then she dissolved, too, and Anna dreamed color and music.
Dreaming. She had to be dreaming. Amber shade into burnt orange, and a peculiar note sifted into the cascading music. Yes, she had to be dreaming, or why would that strange-looking little animal be coming in the door. A burro.
It wavered, nearly disappeared, then came on again, and Juan was drifting about it like some naked satyr out of a Greek myth. His golden body gleamed in the pale violet shimmer of the room. He seemed to be holding something under the beast's muzzle; the long hairy face jerked and the ears twitched.
Juan disappeared, floating from view, and Anna's eyes traveled lazily down the flanks of the wavering animal. Her lips widened in a languid smile as she saw the dong, like an extending telescope, dropping down and forward from between the burro's hind legs. The dark-pink head continued to project beyond the much shorter skin until it was only a few inches from the floor. Absurdly, Anna thought of Cal, the existentialist hippie with the long dick. This was some phantom of her drugged vision; no animal, not even a burro, had a peter that long and hard and pink.
The images blurred and shifted and she lost all ability to focus. Hazily she thought she saw a slender hand drifting down and along the incredible length of the extended shaft; Juan's body appeared and disappeared, just his head now-just his smile-Maria's braids dangling over her satiny cocoa-skinned shoulders-her body bending and undulating, stretching supine-arching-Everything faded and vanished, and a cloud of unconsciousness bore Anna away.
Chapter Viii
When Jeff came back from Guadalajara it was nearly dark. He switched on some lights and dropped his packages of art supplies on the nearest chair. Then he saw Anna's note on the long table.
He read it and grimaced. He had mixed feelings about the whole deal. Though he and Anna were more or less engaged, they stoutly maintained their own identities and their personal freedom. He was doing his own thing in Mexico, and she was doing hers. Only, at this point he wasn't quite sure what Anna's thing was. He shrugged and tore up the note.
Jeff slept badly that night. The bed felt empty, and his dreams were troubled, though indistinct.
The next morning was like other sunny mornings at San Tomas, almost monotonously lovely. Even after a cool shower Jeff felt an annoying throbbing in his temples, so he swallowed a couple of aspirins and washed them down with instant coffee. A nagging irritation bugged him as he thought of Anna, but after he cooked some eggs and bacon and drank another cup of coffee he felt much better.
The morning got away from him and noon came swiftly, so engrossed he was in filling in some of his recent sketches. He was sitting in the patio, working over a large pad propped against the leather-covered table when he heard a faint hiss of leather against the tiles.
"Buenos dias, Jeff."
He whirled about to look into the smiling face of Concha.
"Hello, Concha. How do you like this?" He held the sketch up and she came forward.
She was relaxed around him now, and unhesitantly she pressed her hip against the back of his chair as she stretched her arm forward as if to sense the drawing with her amber fingers. He felt her breath drifting lightly downward across his bare shoulders.
"It is very pretty, Jeff." Her voice was soft and rich, and he looked up at her, his interest distracted from his work.
"So are you, querida," he said.
Her eyes widened as they flashed at him, and for a second he was sorry he had called her darling. Too fast, man, he chided himself. Young girls here are kept in tight check. But in spite of the apricot flush in her cheeks, her smile was not angry.
He stared at her intently. "What strange, lovely eyes you have, Concha."
The flush in her cheeks darkened, and she dropped her thick lashes over her eyes and turned partly away.
"They're lovely," he repeated, sincerely.
She looked back toward him, wonder in her expression, "The boys in the village call me Ojos-locos, crazy-eyes," she said. Obviously she wasn't flattered by the name.
Jeff stood up. "Let me see," he requested, and obediently the girl opened her eyes wide and looked up at him. Jeff had a momentary feeling that he was plunging into some dark deep pool lost in a jungle.
"Tropical," he breathed.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he grinned and touched her cheek very lightly. It was the inky pupils which at certain times looked like the ace of clubs, a cluster of magnetic blackness rather than a single defined round dot. That, and the unbelievable size of her eyes when she opened them wide.
Relief and gratitude gleamed now in her eyes as she realized that El Rizo was not making fun of her. He genuinely thought she had pretty eyes, and he should know. He was an artista.
"Thank you, Jeff," she said.
For a moment more they stood looking at one another, and he was strongly tempted to bend and kiss her generous lips, smooth as purple grapes.
"I must work now," she said, turning away. "I will bring you some lunch in a little moment." She flashed a glance of open admiration down his muscular body, then went inside the house.
Jeff's headache was completely gone, replaced by a feeling of elation. But his mind was no longer on his work. He dropped the pad on the table and walked over to the edge of the patio, to stand in the sun.
Concha was much shorter than he had thought. He had never noticed it before because her body was so perfectly and delightfully proportioned, a woman's body lushly curved and exciting. Yet when she had stood next to him, her head had not even come to the top of his shoulders. Unconsciously he rubbed a hand over his groin and sighed deeply.
The warmth of the overhead sun was inviting. Some rolled-up fiber mats were propped in a corner of the patio, and Jeff went over and got one and unrolled it on the lawn just beyond the edge of the patio. He was just getting ready to stretch out on it when Concha came out with a tray.
"Your lunch, Jeff," she announced. Her eyes were unmistakably brighter now, with the same excitement they had reflected on the bus that time when she and Jeff had flirted across the aisle. And her smile was a mischievous curve. "Join me?" he invited, going over and sitting down by the equipal table.
"Thank you. I have much work to do." But her expression clearly showed that she would like to accept his invitation.
As he munched the sandwich and drank the frosty beer, Jeff heard her singing softly in the kitchen. Her voice was rich and well-timbred, not shrill like that of so many Mexican singers, and the song she was singing was inevitably-of love. Jeff smiled.
When he finished eating, he went out on the lawn and stretched lazily on the mat. He slipped into a semicoma, his mind as relaxed as his muscles.
The singing of Concha became fainter, then died away. In a few moments it seemed to begin again, and slowly it sank into Jeff's half-sleeping mind that now the sound was coming from somewhere beyond the low stone wall at the end of the lawn. Noiselessly he got up and went to the wall and looked over. Below him and a few yards to the left Concha was on the edge of the lake. She was kneeling in the sand while she scrubbed away at a bedspread. A wide flat rock was her washboard. Her miniskirt was hiked up about her waist to keep it from dragging in the water, and her long black hair fairly glittered in the blinding sun's rays. Her golden-brown thighs were bare to the bottoms of her bright blue panties, and the smooth skin seemed to flash, too, with her flexing movements.
He hurried back to the patio and picked up his sketch pad and a crayon. The girl was so absorbed in her work she wasn't aware of Jeff as he propped a leg on the low wall and sketched away.
Suddenly Jeff sighted a rolling motion in the water a few yards out and to one side of the working girl. Shading his eyes against the glare of the water, he made out the shape of a watersnake. The creature was about four feet long, and though he was reasonably sure it wasn't a poisonous species, it was heading toward Concha. He dropped his pad and crayon and stepped up on the wall.
"Concha!" he called, and jumped to the sand below.
The girl whirled about as he hit the beach near her.
"A snake!" he said, pointing toward the undulating form gliding toward her.
She gave a sharp cry, and springing to her feet she ran to him. With her eyes still turned toward the snake she threw herself into his arms, and he clasped her shuddering body close to him.
"There, there," he said soothingly. "It won't bother you."
"I have much fear of snakes," she said in a quavering voice, her hands squeezing into his ribs as she pressed closer to him.
Her body was warm from the sun, and a fine dampness of perspiration covered her forehead and upper body, transferring to Jeff's naked chest and arms as he continued to hold her close. He also became aware of the fact that her short miniskirt was still hiked up about her waist, and her smooth plump thighs were planted solidly against his bare legs.
Finally she stopped shivering and made a little gesture as if she would pull away from him. As she raised her face from his chest and looked up, he bent and kissed her. Her soft lips were still at first from the suddenness of his move, but her brief effort to break away from him died, and she yielded her body inward to his compelling pressure, and her lips moved under his. Her arms slipped about him and tightened, and he felt the twin projections of her tits pressing solidly against him.
After a few moments he raised his head to catch his breath. Concha's kiss-swollen lips remained parted, and her eyes closed, and she hung in his arms as if she were half-fainting. Swiftly he scooped her up in his arms and went up the mild slope of the narrow beach, through the gate and into the casa. In the darkness of the interior, she opened her eyes and looked up at the intent face above her. Not fear, but a sort of resignation shone in their ebony depths as Jeff laid her on his bed.
For a moment he felt a twinge of remorse. This wasn't passion, her surrender. It was fatalism, born of centuries of servitude to male domination in a culture that still viewed women as only instruments for man's pleasure and for childbearing. Then, as if reading his mind, Concha smiled, and the resignation was replaced by a look of anticipation. It was the right place, the right time, and they were the only man and woman on earth.
He dropped on the bed and stretching out beside her he began to caress her gently. She interrupted his caresses by rolling toward him and putting her arms about his neck tightly and drawing his face against hers.
"Soy virgen," she whispered in his ear. I am virgin.
He believed her. "I won't hurt you," he said huskily, and reaching up her back he unsnapped the catch behind her neck and unzipped the light blouse. She rolled upward to allow him to pull it over her head, then lay across him while he unsnapped her bra and threw it to one side.
Slow, slow, he told himself as he cupped a handful of well-formed breast, so firm it was almost hard. He squeezed it and Concha sighed as if he were pressing air from her body. She murmured something, so softly he didn't understand, and then her wide soft lips covered his in an impassioned kiss, inexperienced but excitingly eager. *
Slowly, he reminded himself again. Holding her close, he relaxed and kissed her while he fondled her tit. The small pointed nipple. gradually swelled and poked the palm of his hand like a rubbery thimble. Sliding downward, he took the nipple in his mouth and sucked it lightly, then harder, and washed it with his tongue.
"Rizot Rizo!" she sighed, running her hand through his short curly hair. Hesitancy, nervousness, they all vanished under the overpowering sensations quickening her nerves and filling her with ecstasy. She kept murmuring endearments while his hand dropped along her deeply curved young body and stroked her bare thigh.
Carefully he avoided shoving his hand right into the V of her thighs. Time, time, take your time, he cautioned himself, moving to her other nipple and nibbling it into eager erection. Her hands continued to caress his hair and cheeks and neck, then gradually they moved downward along his bare shoulders, uncertainly at first, then with instinctive sureness.
His cock was shoving painfully against the confines of his shorts, so Jeff rolled to one side far enough that he could unzip the shorts. Still nibbling and sucking her nipples, he pushed his unfastened shorts down below his knees, then kicked them off. His stiff rod slammed up against his belly, and when he rolled back toward Concha, the hard but velvety head rubbed against her thigh.
She shuddered a long slow shudder that seemed to start in her lower legs and travel like a wave up through her body, to escape her parted lips in a shivering sigh. Her eyes were closed again.
Jeff's groping fingers found the catch of her miniskirt at the waist, and in a moment he had it unfastened. He released her swollen nipple and got up on his knees to drag the garment down over her valentine-curved hips. Through the sheer fabric of her blue panties he saw the heavy bush of coal-black hair covering her mound. After he had pulled the skirt down her unresisting legs and off her feet, he was still kneeling over her and feasting his eyes on her near-naked beauty. She lay quietly, her long black lashes tipping the curve of her cheek, and her teeth gleaming through her open lips.
Jeff bent forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband, then buried his face in her belly as he drew the panties down over her hips and thighs. Again she quivered as his tongue thrust hotly into her belly-button, and then she was completely naked.
Her legs trembled slightly as she anticipated that he would force them apart and get between them, but instead, he lay down beside her again, facing toward her, and put his arms about her, drawing her close against him. His upright cock lay like a long hard ridge between their pressed bellies, and she began to tremble almost as violently as when the snake had frightened her.
"I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you," he said, and her trembling diminished somewhat. He tilted her head until her lips were near his, then he kissed her, softly at first, then with increasing urgency until her breath was hotly mingling with his and the tip of her tongue imitated his, darting between her own open lips to pry into his mouth and explore the moist depths.
His cock lay upright between them, along his belly, but higher on her stomach because of the difference in their height. He ran his hand down the slope of her back and out over the delicious curve of her resilient asscheeks, trailing his fingers lightly in the crevice between them until she shuddered. Gradually he moved his caressing hand inward across her hip toward the front of her thigh, glued against his.
Slowly, with just the minimum of pressure, he shoved inward with his hips, sliding his hard cock upward between their tight-pressed bodies as if it were imprisoned in a pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, dragging her lips reluctantly from his, then pushing her face into the hollow of his neck. Her fingers clutched feverishly at his neck and back, and her nails dug into his skin.
Jeff barely felt it. Instead he was keenly in tune with her increasing passion, feeling her surging blood through his skin just as he felt the humid warmth of her naked body against his. Her breath was almost like steam against his neck, and she babbled his name between moans of ecstasy.
He pushed lightly at her hip and she let herself drop away far enough for his hand to slide between them and across her love-mound.
"Mmmmmmmmmmrnm?" she groaned, her teeth set into his neck, but without breaking the skin.
It was probably the first time any man had ever had his hand over her pussy, Jeff realized, and he kept his movements carefully slow, exerting practically no pressure at first It was a plentiful cluster of hair covering her well-padded mound, and he laced his fingers through the thicket and along the inside of her thighs, like a flower unfolding its petals, she moved her legs apart for his hand to have clear access to her tender slot.
"Ahhhhh, Jeffffff!" she cried softly, and he felt the hot tears from her eyes running down his throat and spilling onto his chest.
That wasn't the only moisture he was encountering, either. My God, he thought, as his fingers finally parted the mat of hair and penetrated the outer lips of her cunt, she was a fountain between her legs. It was the juiciest pussy he had ever touched in his life. Even at her hottest, Anna never got this wet. The slippery love-juice was running over the palm of his hand as he carefully inserted his middle finger between the slick puffy lips and felt for the narrow cunt entrance.
He restrained himself from crawling between her legs and shoving his impatient cock right into her honeypot. It would be easy, the thing was so lubricated already. But he had promised her, and Concha was a sweet girl, more than just a casual pickup. He had promised not to hurt her, and if it was possible, he would keep his promise.
He moved his head down and captured a nipple in his lips, and her legs spread farther apart as she rolled over on her back. A continuing sound, half-wail, half-sigh, came through her throat, and her eyes were now partly open, but glazed and sightless. All her senses were focused in her nerves, exulting in the ecstatic stimulation they were receiving.
Jeffs finger found her clitoris, hidden beneath the upper juncture of her pussy lips, and he stroked and teased it until her legs jerked in an agony of exquisite pleasure.
"I can't stand it, Jeff. I can't stand it!" she babbled. He stopped for a moment until she had calmed somewhat, and her legs stretched out again, but farther apart than before. Then he glided his finger between the juicy lips again. There was far less resistance now; her passion was drowning out all caution and fear. He stroked the small inner lips, pressed together to keep intruders out of her virginal love-canal, and they parted easily, too. It felt to Jeff as if he were forcing his finger into a tight, oil-soaked rubber hose as he squirmed his fingertip into the orifice. As it sank almost to the first knuckle, the muscles in the sheath clenched convulsively, instinctively, and he marveled at the strength of them. Jesus, he thought, if he ever did get his cock in that tight passage, he might get it pinched off.
He waited until the spasm ceased and her cunt relaxed, then he pushed his finger in deeper. Abruptly it stopped.
"Don't hurt me, lover!" she hissed, closing her thighs together on his head.
"I won't hurt you, darling," he said gently, and her thighs slowly spread apart again. "Trust me," he went on, shifting his body until he lay between her thighs, his raging cockhead brushing the wet mass of hair curling over her pussy. "I'll just touch you with it." Holding his thick shaft as if it were a delicate instrument, he poised the tip of the head between her juicy cunt-lips and stroked it up and down the slit until it was slippery wet. Braced on his knees and one elbow, he continued to stroke between the spreading outer lips, touching her rampant little clit at the top, then down to linger over the tight-lipped orifice.
"Lover! Lover! Lover!" she breathed over and over, her high-tilted breasts heaving with passion. Her hips began to writhe and squirm in natural response to the irresistible stimulation of his cockhead prodding at the sensitive entrance to her channel.
Maybe, he thought as he felt the increasing ache in his ravenous cock and balls, maybe she really doesn't have a cherry. He slowed his up and down stroking and pressed the head firmly against the rubbery little lips of her cunt-mouth. Then he leaned into her, prying the lips apart with his wedge-shaped tool. Like powerful elastic bands the mouth yielded until the head was almost in. Encouraged, Jeff moved back and forth in the shortest possible strokes, to get her accustomed to the feel of fucking. But he pushed too hard on one stroke, and she cried out.
"You're hurting me, Jeff!"
She wasn't faking. He could tell. So he backed out again and let her recover her confidence. When she put her arms about his neck and drew him down for a long, sensual kiss, he began stroking again, this time rubbing her clit instead of trying to penetrate her pussy canal. In a few minutes she began to twitch and jerk, and her hips thrust up spasmodically against him as if she were begging for the muscular pole to be rammed into her.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiii!" she screeched abruptiy, tearing her lips from his and thrusting a hand into her hair to twist and pull at it. Concha was coming with a vengeance.
Jeff kept stroking and her ass slammed up and down wildly, although she stifled her wails with her clenched fist against her mouth. And then she was panting and begging him to stop.
"Enough, lover! Enough!" She stared at him wide-eyed and pleading, but with a gleam of satisfaction in her strange eyes, too. Marvelous! Miraculous! Just like a real fuck, she had floated on climax after climax. And Curly had kept his promise. He hadn't hurt her.
Far from feeling noble, Jeff was suffering the pangs of a stone-ache in his frustrated balls. His aching dong was harder than ever, and the skin was stretched tight over the turgid shaft.
"I'm hurting," he said huskily, looking at her.
She seemed to understand, for she circled her arms about his hips and drew him down against her so that his cock rode between their bellies like before. Only this time she was active. Locking her heels behind his knees, she thrust up with her belly, squeezing the trapped cock upward between them, then sliding down, then up again.
It wasn't as good as the real thing, but it was relief, and at the moment all Jeff could think of was relief. Matching his movements to hers, he pumped away. His superheated rod needed very little more stimulation, and the tight, moist pressure on it and the sliding motion did the trick.
Concha sensed his approaching orgasm and she tightened herself about him even tighter, and as the creamy sperm shot all over her belly, bathing them both, she laughed deep in her throat. She was giving pleasure to her man.
As the powerful spurts weakened and ceased, Jeff collapsed on her small but cushiony body and panted as if exhausted. She stroked his hair lovingly, crooning a wordless song while he gradually got his wind back, and his pulse-rate slowed to normal. He raised his head and looked deep into her huge dark eyes, and smiled.
She smiled back at him, a deep contentment in her expression. "I love you," she said softly.
The next morning Cal and Ada dropped in.
"Where'd you guys come from?" Jeff greeted them warmly. "Drop your sleeping bag. My casa is your casa."
"What a pad!" Ada marveled, looking around the roomy interior, while Jeff made coffee in the kitchen, "Hey! Where's Anna?"
"Shut up!" Cal snapped, his black eyes narrow and hostile. In his philosophy, such questions were a no-no.
Ada not only shut up; she went quietly out to the patio and sat down.
"It's okay, Cal," Jeff said. He shrugged. "She bailed out on me a couple of days ago. Left a note saying she was doing some village-hopping with some people." It sounded very vague, he realized, as he briefly recited what little he knew.
"You guys might as well crash here," Jeff said. "Lots of room."
But Cal shook his head. "Thanks, man, but negative. An old 'Nam buddy has a pad right in the middle of the town, and I want to soak up a little of that atmosphere for a day or two. But I'll be in touch. Let's see some of your work."
In spite of Jeff's urging that they stay, Cal got up after a while and shouldered his pack. "I'll be in touch." And peering keenly into the other's eyes, he added, "Hang loose, man."
When they were gone the place suddenly seemed de-pressingly empty to Jeff. Concha would not be in until noon. And Anna-. He shut his mind to half-formed thoughts. Filling his coffee cup again, he picked up his sketch pad and settled himself on the patio to try to capture the serenity of the ancient volcanic mountains on the far side of the lake.
Chapter Ix
Anna came awake finally, after a long hazy time of false starts during which sounds penetrated her uneasy sleep and lights played across her closed but half-sentient eyes.
"Oh God!" Her hand felt as heavy as lead as she tried to move it upward to hold her throbbing head. Was she living or dead? Like a seasick ocean passenger she hoped it was the latter. Her body felt bloated, soggy, heavy, and none of her limbs responded to the fuzzy signals she sent out from her dazed mind. Even her eyeballs ached, and the rims of her eyes felt like granulated hot coals.
As her eyelids fluttered open briefly, she thought she saw Maria moving about the room. She closed her lids quickly to relieve the pain of daylight on her eyes.
What had happened? The only memory that was fairly clear to her was smoking and floating. Smoking what? The sweet pungency of the cigarette recalled it- self. Hashish! Surely it was hashish, but what else? Her body had lost all contact with the pile of blankets on which she had been lying. What had Maria told her about Cholo? The grand jefe of the local drug racket What in the name of God had he given her?
And Maria? There trickled into an edge of her consciousness fragments of images, or the naked, luscious body of Maria-. A burro-. But that had to be some sort of illusion.
Fighting the sickening pain that surged up into her throat like nausea, she forced her eyelids open. Maria!
The dark-skinned girl was kneeling in front of her, holding out a glass of water. Anna willed her eyes into focus. The girl looked all right. She was smiling, in fact, her opaque dark eyes enhanced by the wide smile on her lips.
"Take this, Anna." She held out a capsule in her other hand.
Automatically Anna took the capsule and laid it on the back of her tongue, then took the glass of water and drank thirstily.
"Christ, but I'm strung-out!" she croaked, handing back the glass.
Almost immediately the drug worked on her, and life flowed back through her veins and in her lungs. She sat up and stretched, breathing deeply at the same time. She felt the lift of her naked tits as she inhaled, and instinctively she cupped her hands about them and felt them carefully. No, they seemed to be unbruised; the nipples started up at the silky brush of her palms across them. Quickly she checked the rest of her body, even pressing her fingertips gingerly around her asshole. Everything was okay.
The drug took full effect, and she jumped to her feet, exhilarated, and did a few calisthenics about the room.
Spying her clothes still crumpled in the corner, she picked them up and dragged them on. Maria, who had left the room, returned with a tray of food and coffee.
"You must be hungry." she smiled.
"Right!" Anna went after the food like a starving animal, washing it down with hot coffee. As her hunger was gradually satisfied, she noticed that the lovely girl opposite her was still wearing the same miniskirt; it must be her only garment, Anna thought. And she still did not have on any panties. In her crosslegged position her thighs were stretched wide apart and the high-rise skirt failed to conceal the part in the black bush at the apex of her dusky thighs.
"Your honeybun is showing," she laughed, eyeing the pink flare of lips showing through the larger, hair-rimmed slit
Maria laughed, too, but did not move. Instead she reached over and fondled Anna's tit briefly. "It's nearly noon," she said. "We ought to go bathe in the lake."
The water was refreshing, its cool lapping about her revived body sending erotic sensations through Anna's loins as she moved closer to Maria. The brown-skinned beauty handed her the bar of soap she had brought with her. Standing waist-deep in the silvery water, she appeared like some classical sculpture of an Indian nymph. But the skin that Anna touched was not classically cool, nor were the sensual curves of her body unyielding.
"What gorgeous boobs," she breathed as she lifted the heavy melons one after the other, laving them with soapy hands. Next she slipped one arm about the slim waist of the other and held her while she worked the bar of soap between her thighs, lathering the water-spread thicket of hair and slipping her fingers between her love-lips at the same time.
The shorter girl lowered her head and nibbled at Anna's tits, sucking the nipples into eager rigidity.
"I want you," Anna murmured dreamily. "I want you."
Rinsing off the soap, the girls waded ashore and stretched out on the serapes in the shade of the willow tree. As if reading each other's mind, they lay sixty-nine, each head between the other wide-flung legs, and each pair of hands clutching the other's buttocks while they began tonguing each other's pussy.
As well as oversized nipples, Maria also had an oversized clit. Vaguely, Anna wondered if all Mexican women had big ones. Then she trapped it between her lips and nibbled and sucked it like a little cock until Maria squirmed and moaned.
"Solid!" Anna gasped as she felt her own clit being wetly tongued with a rare expertise. Her mouth was wet with saliva and juice from Maria's flowing cunt, and her loud moans drowned themselves in the spread valley of her velvety pussy. Both girls were squirming like lovesick snakes, but their hands gripped fleshy ass-cheeks firmly, and their tongues probed and licked relentlessly.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" The shouts from the dark girl were muffled in Anna's cunt bush, and the vibrations sent an extra thrill stabbing through her pussy, triggering her own climax. Like a foraging wild creature, she grunted and growled into the dark wet slot in which her tongue constantly pried and plunged while her hips jerked powerfully against the face buried between her thighs. Surge after surge of electrical delight ripped through her, driving her to bite and suck even more wildly. Her fury in turn transformed Maria into a volcanic savage, and it seemed to Anna that her entire ass was being split wide apart while lips and tongue and fingers drove deep in her cunt passage and asshole as well, and everything was flowing with layers of slippery, exciting liquid.
No more! No more! a voice within her mind cried over and over, and gradually her body slowed its frenzied convulsions and she relaxed her tight grip on the quivering ass-mounds of Maria. The girls slipped apart and lay on their backs, panting like driven creatures while their glazed eyes stared unseeingly at the cool green branches above them.
Drugged, and sexually exhausted from repeated climaxes, they returned to the house, and Anna slept into late afternoon. Then she was snapped out of her profound sleep by urgent voices.
Juan was in the room, dressed in tight black slacks and motorcycle boots. Dark glasses were shoved up on his forehead. He glanced warily at the awakening gringa, then at Maria who was dressed and coming toward him with a large shoulder bag slung over her arm.
"Andale! Let's go, Maria," Juan snapped. To Anna he said, "I'll be back for you later." He went out the door.
"What is it, Maria?" Anna asked, fully awake now and on her feet.
"Cholo's been killed!" the dark-eyed girl hissed. "Some bigger jefes didn't like what he was doing with the drug business." She reached in her bag and pulled out a small bottle of pills. "Here. Take these when you need them." Impulsively she leaned forward and kissed Anna's bare tit, then she rushed out of the room.
For a moment Anna stood in a daze, rambling with the bottle in her hand, then she went to the outside door, just in time to see Juan's motorcycle roaring up the unfinished road to the highway. Neither he nor
Maria looked back. Anna watched them out of sight, then she went back inside the house and slowly pulled on her clothes. Something was bad wrong, she sensed. Cholo killed, but that wasn't all. What else was it?
She went throughout the house for the first time, easily finding the kitchen. Of course there was no gas nor electricity, so the stove and refrigerator didn't work. She looked out the kitchen window and saw a small charcoal brazier and a pan and a coffee pot. So that was where Maria had prepared the food they had eaten. A growling in her stomach reminded her that she had eaten only once that day, and now the purple of evening was darkening the sky.
Maybe Juan would be back for her in an hour or two and maybe he wouldn't. Meanwhile, she had to have something to eat And drink. An unopened bottle of soda water and a bottle of beer were in the otherwise empty refrigerator, and on the dusty sink an opened paper had half a dozen tortillas scattered on it. The travesty of a meal at least stilled the rumblings in her stomach, and she went outside to explore her surroundings, keeping a wary watch for anybody who might stray into the deserted place. She poked around through some of the other half-finished houses, but nothing resembling food was anywhere to be found. She went back to her sleeping place.
One candle remained in its bottle, but she had no matches. The little portable radio was gone, too. Feeling miserable by now, Anna sat down on the blankets and waited for darkness to fill the room.
An hour passed, then another, and she began to shake, slightly at first, then with increasing force. What's happening to me? she wondered. The room was dark now. Panic began to filter through her weary mind and shaking body.
The pills. Take one when you need it, Maria had said. She got up and felt her way to the kitchen. She opened the bottle of soda water and washed down one of the pills, then went back to her blanket bed. In a very few moments the feeling of exhilaration swept through her and she went on a pleasurable high.
"What's in that stuff, Spanish fly?" she asked herself aloud, then laughed at tide sound of her own voice. "That stuff's a phony; it doesn't work." While she talked to herself, she went across the room and felt under the cushion on the couch. No, Maria had taken the vibrator with her, too. All the props. So Cholo was a porno-film producer as well as a drug dealer.
The high continued, and her sense of exaltation, mixed with a surge of desire through her loins. "I starred in an X-rated movie," she laughed, rubbing her hand up the inside of her thigh until it cupped over her jeans-covered mound. "Wonder what I did?" She laughed again, and tried to recall the broken patterns of the filming. All the while her hand rubbed at her pussy.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, and got up. Feeling her way to the far wall she found the candle in its bottle. She took it out and went back to her blankets. Lying back, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her hips until her pussy was exposed.
"Oh, daddy!" she moaned as she stroked the blunt end of the candle up and down her moistening slit With her other hand she reached inside her unbuttoned shirt and fondled and squeezed her tits, and imagined that Maria-or someone-was sucking at the yearning nipples, outthrust like symbols of desire. A moment later she shoved the candle far up her slippery cunt passage and squirmed her hips feverishly while her love-muscles squeezed about the wax taper. In a very little while her hips jerked and quivered under the vibrations of orgasm and she bit into her lower lip to stifle the moans rising in her tense throat.
The candle remained deep inside her, gripped lightly by her relaxing pussy as she panted out the end of her climax, her body collapsed sideways on the blankets. A chill of reality blew through her mind.
"What am I doing?" she moaned, pulling the slippery-wet candle out of her cunt. "Am I going crazy? What's wrong with me?" But the tranquilizing effects of her climax took over again, and soon she was breathing steadily in sleep, her jeans still halfway down her thighs and one hand cupped over her furry mound.
Chapter X
When Anna didn't show up the second day, Jeff still didn't feel worried, but he did feel a shade of resentment. He didn't actually believe her implied story about checking out an Indian village for social research. Anna had already shown quite clearly that social research was a poor excuse for being in Mexico. Other things were stimulating her. He jhut it out of his mind. Don't sweat it, Cal had advised him.
He left a note for Concha, telling her he wouldn't be back until late, and lest she might think his passion for her had cooled, he added an endearing line, telling her he would see her again without fail. She would know what he meant by "seeing" her. Then he tucked his largest sketch pad under his arm and shoved several crayons in his shirt pocket and caught a small inter-village bus down to TIayacapam, a village even smaller than San Tomas. He roamed around the plaza, sketching the shifting scenes taking place in this center of activity against a background of the ancient church with its disproportionately tall belfry tower.
At midday he ambled over to an open-air restawante for a bottle of Bohemia beer and a couple of enchiladas. He chatted with the men lounging about at nearby tables, and his better than passable Spanish earned their friendly curiosity. After showing them his sketches, he wandered on down to the lakeside. The inevitable women were washing clothes; a few fishermen were hanging their nets, wet from the early morning's work, on high poles to dry; and dogs and children and goats and pigs ran everywhere.
He sat on a broken wall against the gravelly beach and half-rheartedly began to sketch a weed-invaded shambles of what must have been at one time a magnificent villa. Down here he was away from the village, concealed by a thick mango tree, and the only sound he heard was the buzzing of bees ravishing the flowers that bloomed in profusion among the weeds.
He heard a giggle not far away, and he looked around, expecting to see some children watching him. Instead, he saw two young girls in sandals and thin frocks coming down a ragged stone ramp that sloped into the lake a short distance away. They were too busy talking and giggling to each other to see him. Silently he watched them approach and pass by him only a few yards away.
They were very pretty mestizos with thick glossy-black hair and mahogany skin as smooth as fine leather, and their slim-waisted but fully-developed bodies showed that they had not yet borne children. Jeff thought of Concha, and immediately his cock stiffened a trifle. He ought to go right on back to the casa and make love to her again. This time maybe he could get in her without really paining her.
"What if a man comes?" one of the girls asked the other.
The other glanced about rapidly, and Jeff froze, holding his breath while the dazzling black eyes swept past his place of concealment. "There's nobody here," she answered firmly. "Give me the soap."
The first girl handed a bar of soap to the second, who jumped off the ramp into the lapping water. She splashed down to stand on the bottom, with the water up to her waist.
"Come on in," she urged.
Cautiously, Jeff turned to a blank page in his sketch pad and began to draw quick lines. For once he wished he had a camera instead, but this would have to do.
Having satisfied themselves that no one was around, the girls became carelessly indifferent, and their chatter was laced with sexy fantasies that made Jeff grin. The one with the soap placed the bar on the ramp and they both paddled out into the lake a short way, then turned back, coming in until their hips were out of the water and moulded by the dripping thin frocks. Apparently they had nothing on under the frocks. It was the time-honored way for peasant women to bathe in the lake.
Their mounds protruded plainly against the clinging fabric, and the dark aureolas surrounding their water-stiffened nipples were easily visible. They lathered their bare arms and armpits, then calmly raised their wet frocks and proceeded to soap their black-bushed crotches.
"Ramon's 'dove' would get lost in that brush," one laughed, pointing at the other's white-lathered pussy.
"It's tight enough to bite off his dove's head," the other retorted. "I don't know about yours."
"I'm no puta," the other giggled, and splashed water on her friend. "I've still got my jewel."
They lowered themselves in the water until it came to their necks, and Jeff could see their arms moving vigorously as they hand-washed themselves. One stood up again, and the bottom hem of her frock had caught and hung over the high arch of her young breasts. Her companion reached over and tweaked a stimulated nipple which was sticking out like a dark olive.
"You have titties like my married sister," she teased. "She has suckled three babies already."
"I still have my jewel," the other protested, and they both giggled again.
"What is that bump on my cola?" The speaker lifted her skirt and turned her plump buttocks for the other to see.
"It is but a grano, a pimple," she replied, after bending and examining it. "You should not lie on the ground so much-under Chuy."
Protesting, the bare-assed one lunged and hooked her curved hand in the other's crotch. "I'll fuck you!" she threatened. "I'll get your jewel with my fingers!"
Chuckling silently, Jeff did several more quick sketches, bare outlines of their different poses and positions, then he put the pad down and simply watched them as they bared each other's body in their hilarious game of grab-ass. What hot little creatures, he marveled. Sex seemed to be their main preoccupation, for all their protests of virginity. Again he thought of Concha, and wished he were back in the casa, in bed naked with the lovely maid.
There was no way, he knew, of trying to entice the girls over to him. They might talk and act raffishly, but if they even suspected that a man was watching them they would be out of the water and running like panicked deer. He had too much respect for them to simply get up, say something like "thanks for the show, girls," and walk away. But he didn't want to wait forever, either.
After what seemed hours, during which time they soaped themselves and rinsed at least half a dozen times, his problem was finally solved. Far down the beach a youth rode his horse to the water's edge, turned, and trotted along the sand toward the girls. They saw him while he was still more than a hundred yards away, and with a great splashing and squealing they hurried out of the water. Sliding their wet feet into their sandals, they darted away, back toward the village.
Jeff got back to the casa just as Concha was leaving. He stopped her inside the gate, and dropping his sketch pad he took her in his arms. She moulded her body to him willingly, lifting her lips for his impatient kiss.
"Come back in, querida," he urged. "I want you so much."
"No, Jeff," she refused softly, pulling away from him. "I cannot. I am expected at home."
"Then come back tonight," he begged, reaching for her again, but she pushed his hands aside, not angrily but firmly.
"That I cannot," she said. "In this town-" She rolled her black eyes meaningfully. She raised up on her toes and lifted her lips for another short kiss. "I will see you tomorrow. I promise." Her strange, fascinating eyes opened wide, flashing him more promises, then she turned swiftly and hurried out the gate.
"Another goddam stone-ache," Jeff groaned, and went into the house to make himself a drink.
He slept badly that night, even getting up once in the early hours before dawn to pace about outside on the dew-moist lawn. What am I so antsy about? he wondered irritably. He missed Anna; they had been sleeping together for a year or more, and although they were frequently apart, this time it was different, somehow.
He went back into the house and poured himself three fingers of rum in a glass and drank it down. Then he went into the bedroom again and sat down on the edge of the bed. Get her out of Mexico, Cal had advised. What did Cal know that he didn't know? Finishing his drink, he clicked out the bedside light and lay down again. The rum helped and he managed to fall asleep again, but his sleep was fitful, troubled by strange, incoherent dream-fragments. Sometimes it was Anna he saw, and sometimes it was Concha, her reticence gone and her ripe lips smiling invitingly.
He was concentrating so deeply on his watercolors of the previous afternoon's sketches that he didn't hear the soft tread of Concha behind him on the tiles of the patio when she arrived next morning.
"Maravilloso!" she exclaimed, sincere wonderment in her voice.
He whirled around, startled, but recognizing her voice even as he looked up into her lambent eyes. "Do you like it?" he asked. Before she could answer he reached a long arm around her hips and pulled her in front of him, then down to sit on his lap.
Her miniskirt flipped up with her movement and he dropped his hand on top of her bare thigh even as he drew her head down for a long kiss. She cuddled against him, her brassiefed tit nudging his chest and her arm squeezing his neck.
"Fresh as honey," he breathed, reluctantly taking his lips from hers. "You're so sweet."
She murmured something very softly that he failed to translate, then she sat up straight and said with feigned sternness, "Now, where did you find those girls?"
He grinned. "They never knew I was there." Briefly he told her about the girls bathing in the lake.
"I'm jealous," she said, bending her head to kiss him again. This time She tested her tonguetip against his lips, and he thrust back with his own, stabbing rapidly all over her soft lips until she quivered.
"Then I must reassure you," he said, standing up with her in his arms.
"No," she protested, "I must do my work first, Jeff." But her protests weren't very forceful, and as Jeff carried her through the house she pressed her face into the hollow of his shoulder.
He put her down on the edge of the bed in a sitting position, then stripped off his clothes, down to his shorts, and lay back on the bed, his head propped on pillows.
"Now," he said, "take off your clothes while I watch you."
The blush which turned her cheeks and neck to glowing apricot couldn't have been faked, and as she turned away from him modestly to remove her blouse he saw that the flush went down over her shoulders as well. Yes, Concha was a virgin. But she was also an aroused, healthy young woman, alone in a bedroom with the man she loved.
Her blouse dropped to the floor, and then her bra dropped on top of it. Slowly she turned around, her head bowed and her long hair flowing over her shoulders and partly covering her high-tilted young breasts. The effect was completely delightful.
"My God but you're lovely!" Jeff exclaimed, his voice deep with emotion.
Encouraged, she raised her head and looked at him, shyly at first, then with growing confidence. She smiled, and in a natural reflex her hands came up to cup the golden, purple-tipped hills of flesh.
"Your tits are copas de oro," he said, naming the lovely cup-of-gold flower that bloomed all over San Tomas.
Her smile widened with pleasure. Hesitating no longer, she unsnapped the waist of her miniskirt and let it fall down her hips and legs to the floor. With her thumbs hooked in the elastic band at the top of her black nylon panties, she glanced at Jeff's shorts and paused a split second, then bent over and took them off. Then, with the ingenuous grace of a novice model she stood before him, her palms toward him and her arms extended a little.
"Come," he said huskily. He stared at her lithe naked grace as she approached the head of the bed and paused again, near enough now that he could reach out a hand and touch her. Lightly he traced his fingertips under her breasts and down across her stomach until they touched the upper curls of pubic hair.
Her eyelids fluttered and she gasped faintly. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and turning, stretched out beside him. As his arm went about her shoulders, she snuggled comfortably against his chest.
Jeff tipped her chin up and pressed his lips to hers, and their hot breath intermingled while their bodies slowly tensed and moved closer against one another. He was still on his back, and he felt her hand gliding across his chest in a hesitant caress. With his lips writhing against hers and his tongue thrusting urgently between her teeth, he encouraged her to continue caressing him with her hand.
In a moment it moved downward, still lightly, until it touched the elastic band of his shorts. There was a pause, and then he felt her fingers moving over the fabric toward his throbbing hard-on, confined under the shorts.
Would she touch it? Take it out? he wondered. The moment of hesitation was much longer this time, but at last a timid fingertip traced the bulging outline of his rigid tool. It jerked away, but went back again, and then her fingers slipped over the bulging muscle to partly grasp it Would she take it out?
He squeezed inward with the arm about her shoulders, mashing her firm tit against his chest. She obeyed his signal, thrusting her fingers through the opening of his shorts and grasping the hot shaft of his cock, slanted upward along his belly.
"It's too big, lover," she whispered, dragging her lips from his. "I'm afraid."
"I promised you I wouldn't hurt you," he said earnestly. He pulled away and bent down to strip the shorts off and fling them across the room. "Don't be afraid." He took her hand and put it on his cock again.
She held it without moving for a while, and then her fingers tightened about the thick muscular column and she slid the skin up and down. Jeff could tell she was getting more excited by the second from just handling his dong, for her breath came more hotly into his mouth, and her lips were more soft and pliant. He reached for one of her tits arid squeezed it a few times, then began to knead the pointed nipple into thick sensitivity.
"Too big," she murmured again, but her voice was passion-drugged and without conviction, and her hand was now pumping with swift knowledge, tugging the skin down tight from behind his bulging cockhead and sliding her firm grip all the way to the base of his pole.
Jeff turned loose her orange-sized tit and reached down to put his hand over hers. He released her fingers from around his throbbing cock and placed them down around his balk.
"Gently," he whispered in her ear. "They're very delicate."
Realizing that he, too, could be hurt in love-play, Concha carefully handled the twin spheres in their hairy pouch, dangling them in the palm of her warm moist palm and fingering the swollen base of his rod where it emerged from his pelvis. Erotic curiosity was replacing any lingering fears she had, and her breath came even quicker with the excitement flaming through her.
Jeff felt the moisture on her forehead as she pressed it against his chest and looked down at the ruby-tipped flesh-pole she held in her slim hand. He hoped she'd go down on it. To feel those softly generous lips around his painfully turgid cockhead would be sheer bliss, but he didn't want to rush her into any fancy variations until he'd gotten her used to fucking.
And now was the time to begin that. Her thighs parted willingly under the pressure of his hand, and he rolled over and between her legs. Letting go his cock, she shifted her body into comfortable readiness, then put her arms about his shoulders.
"Draw your legs up a little," he whispered in her ear, and she slid her heels up along the bedspread until her knees rubbed past his thighs and rose above his hips. Her juicy slit was on a higher, more level plane now, more available to his questing cock.
Propping the bulk of his weight on his knees and an elbow as he had done before, he held his cock and guided it into the soft-lipped slit. Her crisp cunt hair stroked the flaring rim of his cockhead as he played it up and down the delicious crevice.
"Lover! Lover! Lover!" she murmured. "Oh, how I love you! Be good to me. Please be good to me!"
She was already so eager that she braced her heels hard into the steady mattress and shoved upward with her groin as if she would engulf the probing blunt instrument teasing her sensitive cunt.
Jeff stroked his cock against her rampant little clit a time or two, which excited her even more.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" she sighed as she heaved upward in an awkward rhythm.
Waiting no longer, he set the pointed tip of his marble-hard cock into the slippery, small-lipped orifice, and matching his movements to hers, but keeping his thrusts very short, he literally let her shove her pussy up and over his rigid pole. She was so excited and hot now that she hardly seemed to realize that she had driven her tight little cunt opening onto his cockhead until it was buried past the flanged rim.
More carefully yet, Jeff kept his hip movements coordinated with hers, allowing a tiny fraction of an inch at a time to be drawn into the unbelievably tight sheath. Her own movements became more rhythmical and fluid now as she fell into the most natural routine in the world.
Suddenly her eyes flew wide open and she stared unbelievingly up at Jeff. She had just realized that he was well into her, not deep but securely locked by the constricting embrace of her virginal cunt. The cluster of black glittered in each eye, the strange, club-shaped pupils dilated extraordinarily in the dimness of the cool room. Then she laughed, a throaty laugh of pure joy. She was fucking, loving, fucking, loving, fucking, and there had been no pain. Only an overwhelming, all-consuming fire of such ecstasy and bliss as she had only dreamed of before in her most fantastic dreams.
"I love you! I love you!" she babbled through her laughter. "Oh, fuck me, lover, fuck me!" Tears of joy trickled from the outer corners of her eyes and glided across her temples to be lost in her black hair spread on the pillow.
Laughter still shuddered through her passion-slack lips as she increased the range of her hip movements incorporating a swiveling action which came easily to her round, well-cushioned buttocks.
Wisely, Jeff still let her set the pace and regulate the depth of her thrusts, but all the while letting more and more of his cock sink into the reluctantly parting channel whose soft but muscle-ringed walls were slick with the juice flooding around the hard-nosed intruder.
Abruptly her smoothly hydraulic rhythm broke and Jeff knew that she was about to start coming. As hot as she was, it was small wonder that she'd get her cookies so quickly. He also felt something else at the supersensitive tip of his prick: a resisting membrane that vibrated like a dnunhead each time Concha shoved her starving pussy up onto his iron-hard cock. She was too excited to really notice, and now that she was about to come, she couldn't care less.
Now, Jeff thought. Right now. He slid his hands underneath her perspiring shoulder blades and up to hook over the top of her shoulders, to give him complete control of her writhing, surging body.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" she gasped and grunted in staccato bursts. "Oh Jeff! Oh Jeff!" Her pelvis flipped higher and vibrated against and around his partially buried cock, and her joyous cry rang out in the quiet room. "Aiiiiiiiiiii!"
Even as the shrill ululation of soaring rapture burst from her straining throat, and her hips, out of control, surged up in spasmodic thrusts, Jeff rammed down and forward. He felt a brief resistance like a film of plastic parting before his driving prick, and Concha's joyful cries changed into a shriek of pain and shock as the bludgeoning pestle ripped through her maidenhood.
But the frenzied girl was riding the crest of her first real deep-cock climax, and the fleeting pain was nothing to the waves of mind-blowing delight washing through her entire body. Sensually aware of the new depths to which Jeff was plunging into her, she clawed at his back and renewed her strong upthrusts, rising on another orgasmic flight even before the first one had subsided.
What a wild ride, Jeff thought hazily. I sure turned the right key in this girl. Her hot wet tongue was thrusting into his ear and her teeth were biting the lobe, and her continual moans of bubbling joy seethed through her throat like a tidal wave. Perspiration sluiced between their joined bodies, and their bellies rubbing together created suction cups that smacked like lascivious kisses.
Even aided by Concha's strong uninhibited thrusts against him, Jeff felt an incredible resistance around his deep-driving cock, a strangle grip that only made the bulbous-headed tool swell even more. And the eager body of the strong young girl was in the throes of a series of climaxes that seemed endless, and her powerful undulations rode Jeff up and down as if he were floating on waves.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiii!" she cried again as new convulsions seized her. "Oh Jeff, my lover, my strong sweet lover, I'm dying! Oh Mary Mother of God I'm dying! I love you! I love for you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
It was impossible to hold back his load any longer, not with his cock gripped in such a pussy-clutch by this sex-frenzied girl beneath him. Digging his toes into the mattress, Jeff drove harder into the padded valley, unafraid now of hurting Concha. She was past anything but delirious joy, and her sharp little cries assured him that she welcomed the entire length of his engorged prong. His balls slapped wetly against the juice-slicked surface of her uptilted buttocks, and her thighs rubbed like satiny pillars around his waist each time he slammed his hips forward, burying his swollen-veined shaft all the way inside her hot body.
"Take it, baby!" he grunted in English as the first charge of sperm pulsed through his aching dong and erupted inside her, right against the end of her snug sheath.
Her sensitive pussy felt the new throb in the massive pole tormenting her with delight, and her whole body seemed to squeze around Jeff even closer, locking him to her while he pumped his plentiful load of creamy liquid into her. He sagged, spent and gasping, and still the inner muscles of her plumbed channel squeezed and milked his cock, swollen and inflamed to unbearable, exquisite agony. like a mother folding her baby to her breast, Concha wrapped her arms about the relaxed man lying on her cushioning tits, and a contented smile curved her shapely lips. She shifted her body to a more comfortable position, stQl holding him between her spread legs. Her smile became brighter as she flexed her love-muscles lightly and felt the gradually softening bulk of Jeff's dick still wedged deep inside her.
He opened his eyes and looked into hers, just inches away. A luminous joy gleamed in the strange, dark depths. She slid her head along the pillow to touch her lips softly to his, then drew back, her teeth and eyes ahke shining in a happy smile of confidence and satisfa-tion.
"You're my first lover," she said, unnecessarily. She knew, as well as did Jeff, that when they finally got up there would be crimson stains mixed with the juice-spots on the bedspread. "No matter where you go, I will always love you."
Chapter Xi
Anna awoke after a night filled with phantoms of indefinite horror. She felt that she hadn't really slept, and yet at no time during the dark hours of uneasiness could she actually come fully awake. Groggily she pushed herself up to a sitting position. Gradually she put together thoughts and images, enough to realize where she was. She threw the serape off her legs and looked at the dark stains on her jeans.
"Filthy!" she rasped through a mouthful of rancid cotton. She got up, sure that she could hear the creaking of her joints as she came upright, then crept slowly into the kitchen. The half-empty bottle of soda water was on the sink, and she drank it down thirstily, ignoring the flatness of it. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that it had been a very long time since she had eaten.
Juan! Now she remembered. Where was Juan? He had promised to come back for her. She ran her fingers through her tousled hair, and grunted disgustedly. Her body began to tremble. "Oh no," she groaned, "not that again." She flexed her arms and legs, hoping to stave off the shakes, but the trembling continued, though not violently. 'Tve got to get out of here!"
She went to the door and looked out, blinking in the white-heat of the sun, already high overhead. The desert silence of the unfinished housing development pressed in on her until she felt compelled to clamp her hands over her ears, as if to shut out an unbearable sound. "I'm really flipping," she mumbled.
"Goddammit!" she shouted in disgust, but the cry hurt her throat. Hell, was everything about her sore? she wondered, torn between the conflicting desires to cuss and to cry. She did neither, but gritted her teeth, picked up a blanket, and headed down to the sandy spot where she and Maria had bathed before. She spread the blanket just inside the shade of the wide-branching willow tree, quickly stripped off her jeans and shirt, and waded out into the lake.
"Ahhhh!" she sighed, "that's better." Shoving out, she swam slowly toward the middle of the broad lake. Over there, she told herself, over there is San Tomas. But she knew she couldn't swim the ten miles or more to the other shore, and besides, she was naked. She turned about and swam back until she could let her legs down and stand in water that just touched the bottom curve of her tits.
Without soap, she scrubbed herself with her hands. She discovered that her asshole was slightly sensitive, but not really sore. As flashes of memory flickered over her mind's screen, she spread her legs and carefully checked her cunt, half-fearful that it might be permanently stretched but of shape. But the tight resiliency of the rubbery-lipped opening reassured her that it was all right, no matter what had gone on during the drugged happenings of the past nights.
Feeling considerably cleaner and more refreshed, she waded ashore and stretched out on the blanket in the warm dry shade. Her skin quickly dried, and she was half-asleep when the shakes returned.
"Oh no!" she moaned. "Dear God no!" She crammed her knuckles into her trembling mouth, but her whole body continued to shudder violently. She rolled over and up to a sitting position and clasped her hands to her tits. Even they weren't right. Instead of firmly moulded hemispheres, they felt flaccid and shapeless to her quivering hands.
"I've got to get out of here!" she whispered frantically over and over. "I've got to get out of here!"
Barely able to control her limbs enough to pull on her shirt and jeans and sandals, she hurried back to the house, leaving the blanket lying on the ground. In the kitchen she spotted the little bottle of pills still on the sink drain. She swallowed one, gulping it down with no water, and shook out two more in the palm of her hand and shoved them into her pocket
The effect hit her just as she came up to the narrow highway, after walking for several minutes away from the housing development. Like switching on an electric circuit, her whole system suddenly came to life, and she felt exhilaratingly normal. A carefree smile came to her lips and she swung out in a longlegged stride on the side of the highway.
Maybe a bus would come along, she thought, but shoving her hands in her pockets she realized that she had no money. No pesos, no ride. But the lift of the pill kept her from losing her high spirits, and she continued along her jaunty way. It was no more than twenty, maybe twenty-five miles around the western end of the immense lake to San Tomas. She glanced up at the sun; it was about twelve noon, she estimated. A good pace should cover four miles per hour, which meant that she could probably be home by dark.
The road was little traveled. A Morelia-to-Guad-alajara bus roared past one time, and faces peered down at her from the windows, then it was gone, trailing diesel smoke behind it After a half-hour or so she passed a slow-moving herd of goats browsing along the grassy slopes beside the road. An ancient goatherd with a face like a withered brown apple stared at her with dull curiosity. She waved and walked on.
Then she heard the roar of a truck far behind her around the curve in the road. It was still not in sight, but it was close. A sudden instinct impelled her to leap off the road and hurry down the slope, to hide behind a low, broad-leaved tree nestled in a nedgerow of cactus. She raked her forearm against some needles, and the blood seeped through the thin wound, but she didn't notice it. She was watching the track chug by, with half a dozen or more tough-looking young men standing in the back. One was handing a tequila bottle to another, and two more were singing uproariously. Anna shivered. There was no doubt in her mind about what would have happened to her if she had remained on the road.
When the track was out of sight around another curve in the winding road, she came out of her hiding place, still trembling. She walked on, more cautiously now. The sun bore down like a blowtorch, and perspiration began to trickle down her temples and seep from her armpits, and soon her shirt was wet. Her scratched arm hurt And her stomach was rumbling again. She licked her dry lips and glanced down at the lake, some seventy-five yards or more from the road.
"Another hour," she told herself. 'Then I'll drink from the lake, even if it is polluted."
By midafternoon the sun had dropped noticeably into the western sky. Unfortunately, that was the direction Anna was traveling in, and the glare tortured her red-rimmed eyes. The high of the pill was rapidly evaporating, leaving her with a strung-out feeling that got worse with each step. And her steps were slower, too, and a dull ache was forming in her thighs and calves.
"Shit!" she muttered, and turned off the road to head down through a scraggly cornfield to the lake.
The water was good, but when she started to get up off her knees, Anna felt immensely weary. How nice it would be to just lie down and rest awhile, she thought. Oh no, she cautioned herself. No way, baby. She fumbled in her pocket and retrieved one of the pills. Swallowing it, she stooped and drank from the lake again.
Even with the souped-up energy from the second pill, Anna saw that she still had a very long way to go. She trudged on. The first lights of evening were beginning to flicker in the next village, some few miles ahead. When the road curved toward the lake she could make out the buildings and lights, but the road was snaky, with dips and curves, and most of the time the village was out of sight. Was it the only one between her and San TomSs? she wondered. She couldn't remember how many Cholo had passed through when he brought her out.
She heard the car coming behind her, but she just didn't give a damn anymore. She had dodged vehicles since noon; she had taken two pills; and now she just wanted to drop somewhere and quietly die.
The car slowed and came to a halt beside her, the engine idling noisily while the driver leaned over to stare at her through the passenger's side.
"You want a ride, senorita?"
She looked at him indifferently. His face was like that of a million other Mexican males: swarthy, black-eyed, moustached, and with the cocky leer they always wore when they looked at a woman. She hated him instantly, but this was no time for niceties of opinion. He was offering her a ride.
Wearily she opened the door and slid into the torn seat. She closed the door and immediately slumped back against the seatback.
"Tired?" The dark eyes swept quickly over her smooth young features, and the projecting tips of full breasts, naked under the thin shirt. And the bare flesh between her knotted shirt bottom and the waistband of her jeans.
"Very. I must get to San Tomas."
"Certainly." He clutched into gear and drove off.
Anna closed her eyes, the better to enjoy the refreshing caress of the evening breeze across her sunburned face. She was hardly aware of the car slowing down while they went through the tiny village divided right on the highway, then speeding up on the other side. She could tell that it was getting dark, but her main concern now was suppressing the shakes that she felt coming on again. She didn't want to pop the last pill in her jeans pocket. For some obscure reason she felt embarrassed to take it in front of the driver.
The car slowed again, and she wondered if they were approaching another village. She didn't bother to open her eyes. She felt the car bumping over some ruts, and then it stopped. She opened her eyes.
"Where are we?" she started to ask, but his hands were on her, one going around her neck to drag her toward him and the other plunging roughly inside her unbuttoned shirt, to grab one of her tits.
"Please!" she exclaimed, but instantly she realized that no matter what she said or did, he was going to fuck her. Goddammit, she was tired of getting banged around and raped.
"Wait a minute," she said, changing her tone to one of seductive persuasion. "I want you, too. Let me make it good for us."
The rough grip relaxed while he shoved his face close to hers, peering at her suspiciously in the gloom. She forced her sexiest smile and putting a hand behind bis shaggy neck she drew him to her and opened her lips against his, tipping her tongue across his mouth.
"Better?" she demanded coquettishly, pulling back.
A wide grin split his dark face. "Much better."
"Where?" She looked about the inside of the car even as her hands deftly unfastened her shirt, letting it drop open to expose her breasts.
His eyes stared through the gathering darkness at the vermilion nipples thrusting out from the centers of twin hills of lush woman-flesh. "In the back," he said tersely, still eyeing her nipples.
Back to high-school days, Anna thought wryly, clambering over the seatback into the rear. Instead of being brutally fucked, by God, she would partly control the situation this time. Unzipping her jeans, she peeled them down and off, then lay back as comfortably as she could to wait for the cunt-dizzy driver. The sun goes down, their cocks come up, she reflected.
He knelt between her legs, thick-shouldered like Cholo, but short enough that he could fit comfortably in the car. His trousers and shorts were far down on his thighs, and his purple-headed cock reared menacingly toward Anna's pale belly. But before he could jam it into her dry pussy, she reached out and seized it behind the head, gripping it like a broom handle.
"Let me," she said coaxingly, and the man relaxed a bit.
Skillfully she squeezed and pumped his peter, hoping that the juice would flow inside her canal so it wouldn't be painful. Not that his thing was very big. Cholo's hadn't been, either. Nor Juan's. These Latin studs were heavy on rape, but light on equipment. For a second she thought lovingly of Jeffs formidable tool, but she quickly forced him out of her mind. This was no time for sentimental memories; she was fucking now because she had to.
Reaching her other hand down, she caught his dangling balls gently in her hand and fondled them. He gasped at the unexpected delight.
Her cunning fingers worked along the underside of his shaft, clear down into the base and along it until she practically tickled his asshole.
"Ahhhhh!" he wheezed rapturously. "You are very good."
"You'd better believe it," she murmured in English, giving his pillar an extra squeeze that made him twitch all over. Careful, she warned herself, or the stupid bastard will come all over the-place before he ever gets in.
Cautiously she tested his knobby cockhead along the slit of her cunt. She relaxed a bit as she felt the easy glide of the tight-skinned bulb inside her puffy outer lips. Thank God, she was getting juicy. This wouldn't be so bad after all. At least, it would be quick, judging by his heavy, uneven breathing.
"Now," she breathed in his ear, making her voice sound as sultry as she could. "Let me have your big thing." She directed the head into her wet cunt-hole and he gave a lunge like a bull driving into a heifer. She grunted from the impact. It hurt a little, too, for she wasn't that well lubricated yet. But it was in; the goddamned thing was in as far as he could push it. She moaned and groaned, faking an ecstasy she was far from feeling. What a whore I am, she thought, hamming up a fuck like this. She was getting a perverse sort of enjoyment out of the deal. It wasn't really all that bad, she kept telling herself as she worked her hips and buttocks between the car seat and the man's furious lunges. In a few minutes she could tell he was about to come, by the break in his heavy breathing and the jerking of his cock snugly encased in her grasping pussy. She speeded up a little; the whole business was making her feel more exhausted than she had been already.
He snarled savagely as he began to come, and she squealed at the sudden sharp bite of his teeth in her neck, but she rammed her groin up at him faster, clasping his throbbing piston and milking it as hard as she could tighten her love-muscles.
"Oh, you killer!" she screeched in fake joy, and bounced her ass up and down frantically. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming! Ohhnhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She relaxed limply as she felt his cock make one last feeble throb. He went down quickly, shrinking to a slippery little finger-like dong that backed out of her flooded tunnel. "Bueno!" he grunted after a minute, "Now we will go to San TomaV'
The yellow beams of his headlights bored twin holes through the pitch-blackness as the car finally slowed on the outskirts of little San Tomas.
"Let me out here, please," Anna said.
"I will come here soon to see you again," he smirked as she opened the door and staggered out
"You do that," she answered, and hurried off into the concealing darkness.
Hardly able to keep on her feet, she reeled down a slanting cobblestoned street, past El Jacal. The first person she encountered in the deserted street was an old crone of a senora who gave her a suspicious stare as she went by. The second person she met was Cal.
"Cal!" she called weakly, and collapsed in his arms.
The stoic, black-bearded man opened his eyes a bit wider than usual, but that was Ins only display of emotion. "I'll take you home," he said, supporting her with a strong arm under her shoulders.
"No!" she protested weakly but insistently. "Jeff mustn't see me like this. Find me a place to crash and just let me sleep it off."
Cal had seen at once that she was terribly spaced-out Her eyes looked like the proverbial two piss-holes in the snow, and her clothes were filthy and hinging in rags. "Til take you to my friend's pad," he said. "It's just off the plaza."
Anna hardly remembered being more or less dragged into the dirt-floored hovel. But the bed was comfortable. A rockpile would have felt comfortable to her at that moment. She passed into oblivion.
"Watch her!" Cal snapped at Ada, who nodded and settled back on the other bed against the opposite wall. Then he went out and through the dark empty streets to the lakefront casa where Jeff was trying to read himself to sleep in bed.
When Jeff opened the door in response to the ring, Cal stalked in as calmly as if he were merely dropping in for a chat. "I just put Anna to bed at my buddy's pad. She's really strung-out. Drugs, I don't know what kind or how much. Nada. But she didn't want you to see her." He paused, looking intently at Jeff who stood dumfounded. "I told you to get her out of Mexico. A different climate, a different environment, a different culture gets to some people more than others. It got to her and she flipped out. Tomorrow morning I'll bring her around here-to say goodbye. Ada and I will take her to Guadalajara on the bus, then put her on a plane for the States." At no time in his terse statement had Cal indicated that Jeff had anything to say about the deal.
Which was just as well. Jeffs mind was whirling, but he could think of nothing to say.
"So I'll see you sometime in the morning." And Cal turned and stalked calmly out into the night.
Chapter Xii
Jeffs mind was still churning. ineffectively the next morning when he got up. Get it together, man, he told himself as he sat on the patio and drank his coffee.
Anna. What about Anna? That was the real question that he was dodging. His feelings were jumbled, just like his thoughts. Certainly he and Anna had loved each other back in New Mexico. But since coming down here she had changed. Had his feelings for her changed, too? What was it that Cal said last night? Some people can't seem to stay on an even keel when they immerse themselves in another world.
He got up and went back in the house for more coffee. In the corner of the kitchen on a counter he sighted the ribbon that Concha used to tie her hair back at the nape of her neck when she was working. A surge of excitement went through his groin, causing his limp cock to raise a bit. He rubbed his hand over his crotch and whistled softly. The head of his cock was sensitive from the tight chafing it had received the day before, but he was eager for more.
Yeah! What about Anna? He got his coffee and went back outside, but his mental fuzziness irritated him. Maybe work would help. Even working, though, his mind kept shifting back and forth between the two girls. Reason, man, use your reason, he told himself. In a few years Concha will look like all the rest of these barrel-shaped women with only her beautiful eyes to remind herself, when she looks in a mirror, of what she once was-a gorgeously-contoured young woman with the latent passion of a smouldering volcano.
But would Anna become herself again? He hadn't argued with Cal's determined statement that he and Ada would send her home at once.
Ah, screw it! He forced his attention to the work in front of him, and actually managed to lose himself in it.
The three came around the side of the house, noiseless in the grass. "Jeff!"
Jeff dropped his brush and pad and stood up. Part of his mind registered the noon position of the sun and wondered at the swift passage of time; the other part focused on Anna. She stood a few feet away looking at him, while Cal and Ada drifted quietly to one side of the patio.
"I'm sorry, Jeff," she said simply. "Terribly sorry." Her torn shirt and jeans had been washed for her during the night while she slept, and she had bathed long and carefully this morning, combing her mane of walnut-brown hair back in its customary ponytail. But her face was washed out, chalky pale, and her eyes were dull and red-rimmed.
She bit her lips and moved a hesitant step nearer. "I don't know what went wrong, honey. Something just blew my mind and I went ape. I'm leaving now, to go back and try to get my head together." She looked down at her battered sandals, then wheeled suddenly and went inside to get her suitcase.
"Coffee?" Jeff asked Ada and Cal who stood on the edge of the patio, looking out across the lake. What the hell did they expect him to do? Throw his arms around the girl and beg her not to go? He wasn't even sure he wanted her any more. Something that had held them together unobtrusively but certainly, some intangible bond-a rapport, rather-was gone now, ruptured, perhaps forever. He didn't know. He simply didn't know.
"No thanks." Cal half-turned toward him to nod his head, then looked over the lake again.
In a few moments Anna returned. Without setting down the suitcase she carried, she looked at Jeff again. "I'm all mixed up, Jeff," she said. "I feel sure I still love you as much as ever, but I know you might want to drop the whole thing." Carefully she kept back her tears and her face remained calm. "I'll be around when you get back home. If you want me, call me."
Without another word she turned and walked quickly away, followed by Ada and Cal. They turned the corner of the house and disappeared from sight.
Jeff stood a long time staring at emptiness. He had to stay in the casa for another three weeks at least, until Val and Donna returned. Maybe in that time he could begin to work out some sort of decision, work out his own thoughts and desires.
He let out a deep, long-held breath and shook his head to clear it. The watercolor on the table couldn't pull back his attention. He needed to forget the whole mess for awhile and let things follow their normal course. Muttering a curse he walked off the patio and strolled around the side of the house.
Then he glimpsed a flash of sunlight on the burnished smooth ebony of Concha's hair and the girl came through the gate, a happy smile of anticipation on her luscious lips and a fervent promise in her eyes. A load lifted from his spirit and he hurried toward her.
"Jeff!" Her arms went about him and her face pressed against his chest while her loins thrust against his.
He squeezed her hard for a moment before tipping her chin up to kiss her inviting lips. Finally she backed away from him, laughing breathlessly. She had felt something prodding at her impatiently. Looking down, her laugh became a grin of lascivious delight. She looked back up at him, then slipped her arm about his waist and led him toward the house.
His own arm went about her shoulder, then downward and his hand slipped under her armpit to cover and squeeze a firm young tit
"Hurry, darling," she said huskily. "I want you so much."
Jeff smiled. Whatever the future held for him and Anna, he had three weeks before him of indescribable bliss in the torrid embrace of Concha.
