The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but t comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest . . . "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest . that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Raymond Carey sat across the breakfast table from his handsome fourteen year old son and watched in awe as the boy consumed his sixth "bollilo".
"One think I really like about Mexico is the food," young Mike said between bites, "It's really great!" Raymond was glad that something about the trip had met with his son's approva'l, having become annoyed by Mike's constant reference to San Diego and all that he was missing at home. The forty-three year old anthropologist had been looking forward to this trip for well over a year, ever since the excavations in Nicoya, Costa Rica, indicated the possibility of Mexican influence in that area. It was their mutual fascination with ancient Mayan culture that had initially brought he and Glenda, his wife now for over a year, together and Raymond hoped that the trip through Mexico and Central America would somehow bring the children closer to their new stepmother. But so far, the entire two weeks had been marred by domestic wrangling between
Glenda and his two teenagers with him acting as peacemaker. Perhaps it was a mistake to bring them, the sorely tried father thought, but he had hoped his wife would be too busy investigating the ruins and taking notes to continue her self-appointed policing of the kids. He looked up at Glenda, who had just joined them, hoping her face would reflect a pleasant mood, for a change. It did. She was looking well rested and even excited.
At thirty-six, Glenda was still quite attractive, in spite of the extremely severe hairstyle she affected and the fact that she seemed determined to hide her major assets behind dull, practical clothes. Dressed this morning in her traditional high-necked white cotton blouse and brown gabardine skirt, she looked rather pretty, despite her efforts. Her lush, full breasts pushed defiantly against the material of her blouse and her long, slender legs, exposed below the knee curved out from delicate ankles to gently rounded calves in subtie intimation of what was above. Raymond, lolling back in his chair and sticking out his powerful legs to take in the morning sunshine, compared her to his first wife, Angela, who had left him and the children over three years ago. Even to think fleetingly of Angela still caused the pain to tighten like a fist about his heart and he brushed the thought of her hurriedly to the side. Part of the reason he had married Glenda, he supposed, was that she was so different from Angela.
Reflectively sipping at his coffee, Raymond tried to analyze what exactly was wrong with their marriage, besides the obvious sexual facade. The fact that he was able to do no more than perform perfunctorily in that area with Glenda came as no source of conscious consternation to him. His first wife had been the most sexually arousing woman he had ever known and he had worshipped her. His reasoning was that to have experienced even once in a lifetime the kind of love he had shared with Angela was enough and he had resigned himself to the idea that he hadn't the right to expect more. Glenda was a good woman and he did love her in a certain way. They had a great deal in common, having worked together at the university for years, and shared an intense interest in the mythology of the Mayans as a justification for the existing social system in Latin America. She was a good worker and a knowledgeable companion, but she was also slightly neurotic, Raymond thought without really blaming her.
He" had hoped for a quicker and more solid adjustment with the children, but he fully realized the magnitude of the generative enmity built into the classic situation of a stranger stepping into the role of mother to teenaged children. Thank God, Glenda had the good sense to limit herself to the role of strict disciplinarian, although she was perhaps overdoing it a bit. He sighed and finished his coffee, wondering if the beautiful morning would help Glenda loosen up a bit.
Glenda, meanwhile, blissfully unaware of his speculations, was scolding the last of the family to arrive down at the terrace for breakfast: Melissa . . .Raymond's sixteen year old daughter was the embodiment of her mother, from the blonde curls framing her angelic face to her saucy petulant personality. Raymond of course found her defiant nature charming and allowed her to indulge in a great deal of impudence. Melissa was presently suffering her step-mother's disapproval of the tight cut off jeans she wearing.
"Do you enjoy having everyone stare at you?" Glenda demanded crossly. "All the guide books state clearly and emphatically that ladies wear long skirts or dresses on the streets in Mexico!"
"Those books were written a hundred years ago," the petite girl replied pertly, crossing her shapely tanned legs in an exaggeratedly sexy way for added insult. "Besides, we won't be on the streets, we'll be in some hot sticky old jungle looking at crumbling old buildings." Melissa had no intentions of being told what to wear by Glenda, who she considered the world's foremost authority on how to look drab and dowdy. Besides, the nubile girl wanted to show off her legs and draw admiring stares from the locals as well as the tourists before they got to some weird place where there would be nothing but furtive Indians and an occasional iguana lizard. She and Mike could have a ball here in Guanajuato, she told herself often enough, if Dad and Glenda would just leave them here while they went off into the dreadful Yucatan to poke around in scary old places. Melissa would have reacted differently if Glenda had been her mother but, while she and Mike knew that Glenda loved them both, neither could manage to get over their resentment to her marriage to their father, who they still continued to identify solely with their real mother.
Raymond could see the forboding clouds of a family brawl forming and stepped in quickly before it could ruin what promised to be an exciting and interesting day for him.
Attempting a stern expression, he addressed his daughter: "All right, young lady, that's enough out of you for now!" Perhaps, he thought, he was too lenient on Melissa. She was so like her mother in many ways that he realized it was hard to de'ny her anything. And she did look very pretty today in her tight little shorts and the blue T-shirt that perfectly matched the color of her dark fringed eyes. There was a delightful nymph-like quality to her lithe young body that allowed her to wear next to nothing and still maintain the glowing charm of innocence.
"I have a suggestion concerning today's activities that I think will meet with everyone's approval," he said in sincere hopes that it would. "Suppose we drop you guys off at San Miguel Allyende while Glenda and I visit the university here. You two have the day free to do whatever you like."
The suggestion met with unanimous approval with Glenda smiling gently, and the children chorusing their agreement in their usual vocal fashion. This was much more their idea of a good time. Vacations should be exciting fun times, not creepy old ruins. And too, it would be great to get away from the constant discipline and restrictions imposed by the fussy, unrelaxed
Glenda. She was really cramping Melissa's style, and Mike too resented the strict authority with which their step-mother ruled their lives after her sudden appearance in the family.
He and Melissa would make the most of their day of freedom, Mike thought eagerly. The handsome strapping teenager cast his dark eyes admiringly at his beautiful sister. She was the best looking chick in school, and Mike was very proud to be her brother. All the guys described her as sexy, and Mike agreed that she was, even to him, her brother. He allowed his gaze to linger over the tantalizing hint of her pubic mound subtly outlined by the tight shorts, and her uptilted breasts with their little hard nipples pressing excitingly against her T-shirt. This was going to be the kind of day Mike had dreamed about since the beginning of the trip. Just he and Melissa on their own in a strange romantic place far away from home where nobody knew them or that they were brother and sister.
Mike was sure that his sister was the most beautiful girl in the world: she was his idea of perfection - with her golden hair curling softly around her sweet face, her wide blue eyes, and her delicately voluptuous figure. He always felt strangely jealous when one of his friends, or even someone he didn't know commented on her beauty. She was his! He checked himself suddenly. God, what am I thinking!
His father's voice interrupted his adolescent sexual musings.
"All right, crew, let's get packed up, and we can find another hotel closer to Mexico City tonight. Then a quick stop at the anthro- pological museum there, and Saturday, it's off to the Yucatan!"
Winding up the mountain on the narrow road constructed by the Indians in the sixteenth century, they were able to catch glimpses of the defunct, abandoned silver mines. Huge smelting plants, partially obscured by the lush foliage, had been converted into magnificent private residences, the majority owned by rich Americans, Glenda pointed out rather cynically. There was a strange stillness about the area located in the exact geographical center of Mexico; it seemed to lie in silent resignation; raped and plundered by greedy conquistadores and left abandoned to the sun and rain while it waited for the revenge of the gods.
As the rented jeep made its way slowly up the mountain separating Guanajuato from the resort town of San Miguel Allende, the air became almost intoxicating in its purity, causing the family's spirits to soar. Raymond and Glenda were both ecstatic about the prospect of investigating first hand the city preserved forever as a national monument and Mike and Melissa were giggling and whispering irrepress-ibly in the back, excited by the emancipation proclamation, as they termed it.
Raymond smiled indulgently at Glenda. "They are really enjoying the drive to Allende . . . it's nice to see them so excited!"
Had the two in front known, the cause of the mirth in the back of the jeep was due to Melissa's mischievous speculations on her step-mother's potentialities in the sack. Brother and sister had both decided that if she and their father did it here in Mexico she probably wore a skirt while it was going on, in deference to the guide books . . . and here they both went off into shrieks of laughter.
Gradually bringing Mike to a state of sexual excitement was Melissa's favorite game, and this kind of talk was all part of it. She would revel in his adoring looks, knowing that he would do anything she wished, he was virtually her slave.
The lively young girl took a perverse'delight in instructing her younger brother in, the mysteries of sex. Without actually giving instructions with demonstrations, she enjoyed educating him in all the weird deviations in human sexual behavior. It gave her a secret thrill to watch her brother's reactions to her eye-popping, shocking revelations and she encouraged him to develop an interest in what she called the "black arts" of flagellation, devil worship and black masses, although with her it was no more than a passing fad.
Blossoming into womanhood, the young virgin was aware of Mike's furtive stares at her upthrust cleavage and other intimate parts of her body. She unashamedly used her sex appeal to manipulate her younger brother-, practicing her charms on him while fascinated at the same time by his good looks and strong young body. It was good practice for enticing other young men, she thought. With Mike wrapped around her little finger she knew he was ready to back her up in any fight against the common, restricting foe, their step-mother, the wicked witch of the North, Melissa called her. Her father, she knew, was too absorbed in his studies to notice any strange word games she. and Mike would play.
Glenda was well aware of what she termed a dangerously developing intimacy between the brother and sister, but her husband seemed to be blind to certain facts about his family which should have been glaringly obvious. Although the name of Angela, Raymond's first wife, was seldom mentioned, Glenda had known her and could easily see that Melissa was heading in the same direction. In spite of little shades Of jealousy, Glenda actually felt a great deal of affection for both the children, and was determined to counter the influence of their mother, who had given up all rights to them.
In a way Melissa felt sorry for her step-mother. The nubile girl thought charitably that Glenda couldn't help being the way she was, spending all her time in dank old libraries and classrooms. She was probably still a virgin when she finally lucked out and married Dad, the girl thought with horror. At thirty-five Glenda seemed totally over the hill to the sixteen year old step-daughter. She herself was determined to avoid a fate such as that suffered by Glenda ...
She looked over at her brother, wondering if he was beginning to experience the same kind of glow she was feeling by her own intimate whisperings. The hot seat of the jeep and the rather bumpy road were combining to make
Melissa feel clammy and excitingly wet up between the legs. God, I hope there isn't a damp spot at the bottom of my shorts, she thought wickedly. That would-really give old Glenda something to bitch about. Fortunately, the statue of San Miguel Allende loomed up ahead stoically welcoming the visitors to the little town placed under his able protection. While everyone examined the ancient statue and Raymond translated the inscription, Melissa examined her tightly pressing pants where her thighs joined. There was no telltale mark showing.
"Well, here's where we get out!" Mike blurted in growing anticipation. They all laughed as the jeep approached the little plaza in the center of town where Mike and Melissa were instructed to meet their parents at promptly six that evening. Raymond and Glenda headed directly for the ruins of the cathedral, and the teenagers went straight to the small hotel where they hoped they would find some action.
The proprietor, dressed in starched white cotton to accent the darkness of his skin and hair was used to the informal dress of the tourists, so Melissa's unorthodox clothing did not draw disapproving looks. On the contrary, the swarthy hotel manager's eyes wandered with lascivious delight over the taut cloth of her miniscule short pants riding halfway up her perfectly rounded young ass-cheeks to expose the twin crescents of pale, untanned flesh. He moved over smoothly from behind the desk to greet the two young American tourists, glad to see that they were alone.
"Buenos dias, my friends . . . may I be of service to you?" he inquired, keeping his flashing eyes fixed on the front of Melissa's
T-shirt as though he expected a response from her breasts instead of her mouth. Although
Melissa had been hoping for just the kind of reaction she was getting, she found herself uncomfortable under his close scrutiny and faltered a bit in her speech.
"Well, my brother and I have the day"to spend here and we were wondering if you might be able to suggest . . . uh . . . well, something for us to do," she managed.
"But como no! We have everything here in
Allende for young people to enjoy! If you like to swim, we have the famous mineral water baths . . . healing waters right out of the ground, said to cure everything from gout to impotence," he said suggestively. "Although I doubt that two such fine looking young people suffer from any distress, I think you will find the baths delightful," he added with a lewd grin.
Jose had been managing the hotel long enough to know that a body like Melissa's never hurt business, the major feature of the establishment being the mineral baths incorpor- ated into the large courtyard. Those old men lolling in the sun would be cured of their impotence soon enough if they got a good look at this one, and they would probably extend their stay another week thinking it was the magic waters.
Jose chuckled to himself as he led the duo through the palm filled hotel lobby into the courtyard, opening the French doors with a flourish and motioning for them to proceed him. He was pleased to hear Melilssa gasp audibly with delight; he knew the baths were a spectacular sight for the first time visitor, and took a great deal of pride in being the sole manager of what he termed the magic waters. The pools, although constructed of concrete, had been carved into the ground surrounding the mineral springs to look like a natural lagoon with rocks and boulders interspersed throughout. The entire area was lush with greenery and the combination of blue sky, fresh mountain air, and the soothing waters was sure to provide a sensuous experience for even the most jaded.
Looking at the pool and wishing she could just pull off her clothes and go in naked, Melissa remembered they had not brought their bathing suits.
Althought Melissa had never gone skinny-dipping, she had always wanted to. And this would present an ideal opportunity.
As though reading her mind, Jose offered the hotel's service of providing suits for their guests, although he generally did not make it a practice to allow just anyone off the street access to the facilities. This young "gringa" and her brother were definite exceptions however, and Jose could not wait to see what she did for the drab, tank style bathing suits the hotel provided for the ladies.
Melissa and Mike were completely won over by the hotel manager's charming Mexican courtesy and generosity and quickly changed in the small thatched bath house into the suits he had given them. He had promised hidden wonders in the mineral waters and Melissa found herself excitedly wondering just what that meant.
As the two hesitantly made their way around the tables and plants to the shallowest of the pools they were surprised to find Jose waiting for them. He was wearing the tiniest bikini Melissa had ever seen on a man, and she couldn't help noticing the huge size of the bulge in front. She was beginning to become aroused by the rough charm of this dark stranger as he stood turning the full laser beams of his eyes on her voluptuous young body.
"I am lucky to have a replacement at the desk so that I may join my guests for a little while." he said, flashing his white teeth. "Perhaps later you may wish to join me for lunch."
Brother and sister readily agreed and splashed around together talking and becoming acquainted with their new friend for almost an hour before Melilssa decided to go exploring alone in some of the other areas of the "lagoon". As she darted between the boulders, fish-like, in.and out of the water she discovered that there were certain areas where the water jetted out, warm and stimulating to the skin. She hooked her elbows over'the edge of a rock and allowed the gushing flow to caress the small of her back, basking for awhile in the blazing sun. Gradually the motion of the rushing water began to stimulate her soft young pussy which had already been aroused earlier by the feel of Jose's hand tightly clasping her delicate little waist as he eagerly helped her into the pool. It had happened before, at home in the bath tub, and she knew that it would happen today. She was deliciously aroused by the movement of the water, it was such a wonderful feeling, almost intolerable, but wonderful, causing an exciting little itch to tingle up between the sparsely haired lips of her pussy.
There were very few people around the pools and most were quietly indolent, lulled by the heat and the soothing baths. Melissa was almost in a daydream trance. The sun and the steady erotic stimulation of the rushing stream of mineral water, as well as the awareness of Jose's hot eyes on her young body had brought her sensitively attuned nerves to unconscious arousal. Without quite realizing what she was doing, she turned around and began to push her hotly throbbing little pussy forward to meet the satisfying pressure of the steady stream of water.
Strange tremors started to shoot from her excited clitoris through her belly: black dots began to swarm in front of her eyes; she felt giddy and faint.
My God, Oh my God! I think I'm going to cum right here in the pool! the aroused young girl suddenly realized as she came back to earth with a jolt, and glanced guiltily at her brother and Jose who had by now joined her in the deepest and largest pool. If they noticed anything peculiar, they were not bothering to look at her or make any comment. Mike was pestering the man with questions concerning where the water came from and what the properties of it were. Christ! Who cares? Melissa thought as she casually turned her back to them, again furtively pressing her tingling clitoris hard against the hypnotically undulating flow.
"Oh my God! I am cumming!" the teenage girl whimpered to herself tremulously in the water, hoping desperately in the middle of her orgasm-whirling mind that the two males not even ten feet away wouldn't notice as she concentrated to her utmost to keep herself from gripping the rock like a naked lover as the heady waves of exhilerating spasms swept through her lust filled young body.
The orgasm seemed to go on and on forever as the constant stimulation continued - it was almost too exquisite to bear.
"Are you alright, se�orita? You don't look well . . . maybe too much sun ..." the oily tones of Jose broke into Melissa's bemused mind, shattering her erotic dream world, bis eyes glittering with a mixture of lasciviousness and mockery. He knew damn well that there were few girls over the age of six who wouldn't be aroused by the sti'mulation of the "magic waters" . . . most of the hotel's most loyal guests were women.
The overcome girl suddenly realized that the Mexican was fully aware of the state she was in, noticing that he was staring lewdly at her torso beneath the water where the material of the bathing suit was pressed into her thinly covered voung cuntal slit as if drawn into it from her exertions. Even now she could feel the hot juices oozing warmly from her satiated pussy as an aftermath of her orgasm. She cursed herself for not having found a more inconspicious spot for her spontaneous stimulation and felt her face flushing with embarrassment. To hide it somewhat, she defiantly tossed her blonde curls about and with an icy look ignored his lechery. She couldn't deny the inner twinge she felt however, as she remembered the enormous bulge of his bikini. It was incidents like these that worried Melissa. Was she really ready for a real man or was she only comfortable with young boys like her brother Mike? Confused, and feeling dreadfully inadequate to cope with the situation, she climbed out of the pool and placed herself discreetly on a lounge chair, carefully keeping her thighs together.
Eventually, Mike and Jose joined her, and by the time they had dressed for lunch Melissa was able to put the whole shameful experience out of her head. It was simply to hard not to feel good after the hours they had spent in the baths and after seeing the array of food Jose had waiting for them when they returned from the little bath house to the patio.
Jose insisted that they both have a margarita before lunch and again after they had feasted on came asada with all the spicy, delicious trimmings. After the two drinks Mike and Melissa were ready for anything, neither being used to liquor of any kind, and they were thrilled when Jose offered to take them on a personal guided tour of the beautiful mountain resort area. Having explained to Jose why they were there in Mexico, he promised solemnly to avoid all ruins and cathedrals which pleased both Mike and Melissa to know that there actually were other things to see and do in Mexico.
The threesome roamed the quaint little village until late in the afternoon with Jose pointing out sights and proudly introducing the two "gringos" to his friends. He was quite pleased to be seen in the company of the beautiful young North American girl, even though it looked like he would recieve no sample of her affection. He had not planned the last stop on his mental itinerary, but as he passed the house of his good friend Raul Perez, he thought his young friends might enhoy smoking a little marijuana. They agreed whole-heartedly, and spent the rest of the afternoon pleasantly stretched out on the cool tile floor of Raul's courtyard listening to him and Jose singing together and taking turns with the guitar. It came as a total surprise when thfey' heard the angelus ringing out from the cathedral to toll six o'clock and they left immediately with hurried thanks and goodbyes, knowing their stepmother, Glenda, would be very upset if they were even a little bit late.
Meanwhile, Glenda and Raymond had been cooling tneir heels at the appointed meeting place on the plaza since before five that afternoon. They had expected to find the children easily enough, reasoning there couldn't be that much in San Miguel Allendeto keep them occupied. They were anxious to get going and had overlooked the fact that there were very few villages on the road to Mexico City and therefore very few hotels. Glenda was already blaming her husband for being too vague about such matters. If they had to spend another night in the state of Guanajuato they would surely miss the charter flight from Mexico City to the Yucatan down south and would be delayed God knows how long. Ominously, one of their guides that day had cautioned them about driving too deeply into the mountains at night, warning them that there were still "banditos" preying on stranded travelers. This information brought Glenda to a state of near apoplexy and she was still fuming when they reached the meeting place to find the children were no where to be seen. When Raymond suggested a drink she pointed out cooly that she made it a point to never drink in a state of duress. She was at the end of her tethered patience, not merely because of Raymond's vagueness or the thoughtlessness of the kids. Although it had not shown in her manner, she had been just as excited as Melissa and Mike had been at the prospect of a day's freedom, being able to have her husband's individual attention so that he might take some notice of her, to see she was a desirable woman. She had thought about wearing a low necked dress to show off her generous cleavage, but decided that she was having enough trouble with Melissa's lack of decorum without giving the snide little brat something to throw back in her face. Besides, she felt she shouldn't have to resort to such base tactics. Wasn't that the sort of thing his ex-wife, Angela, did? God, how she hated even the sound of that name. Glenda had no intentions of lowering herself to the level of her predacessor, who she considered a viper, below contempt. She had known and worked with Raymond years before Angela's sudden departure to parts unknown and had always admired and respected him. She had stood by him giving tender consolation throughout the painful divorce, and when he asked her to marry him two years later, she knew that he was still stupidly in love with Angela. She consented nevertheless, hoping with all her soul that he would in time come to realize that she, too, was a woman who loved him as a woman loves a man, not just a friend. Their sexual relationship was below adequate and Glenda had hoped the trip would change things in a more favorable direction. Yet, for the first time since the tour began they had spent the whole day together away from Melissa and Mike and what happened? she complained to herself: When he looked at her with that cold, impersonal academic gaze which didn't recognize her for the passionate woman she was, it just ate her up inside.
Both their tempers were frayed when Melissa and Mike arrived breathlessly up the hill with their friend, Jose in tow.
"Do you realize what time it is? Don't you know we have to find a hotel?" Glenda burst out angrily, immediately regretting her harsh tone when she saw the pained expression on Raymond's face.
"Se�ora, it was my fault; a thousand apologies," the hotel manager broke in diplomatically. "Please, allow me to introduce myself. I am Jose Maria Valencia, and I was so charmed by your delightful children, I must confess. I did not wish to return them!"
"We were just a little worried they might have gotten themselves lost, but I see they were in good hands, Se�or Valencia." Raymond explained. "We are planning to start the drive to ico City tonight and were hoping to find a lotel along the way, so we're sort of anxious to get started before it gets too late."
Jose gave the American his most serious look. "Se�or, I would not suggest taking your family through the mountains at night. In this season, most hotels are booked, and the thought of you stranded up there frightens me."
"But what are our chances of finding a place here?" Raymond asked, already planning on backtracking the fifty kilometers back to Guanajuato.
Jose smiled broadly at the tall American. "Your chances are excellent, se�or! I am the manager of the Hotel Pecina, and although our standard rooms are filled, we have hold-over rooms for just such emergencies."
"Oh really we couldn't put you to the trouble," Raymond blustered, but Jose brushed aside his weak protests and led them to the hotel where they all relaxed in the baths for an hour before dinner. After a spectacular dinner in the hotel dining room washed down with several bottles of wine, the Carey family greatfully retired to the rooms their friend had provided.
The rooms were situated on the first floor at opposite ends of the hall and both had double beds, a fact which came as a shock to Glenda who was expecting the standard singles for the children. She suggested that Raymond might request a roll-away be sent to the children's room feeling instinctively that there was a covert sexual understanding between the sister and brother. Her suggestion met with resolute opposition from all parties, Mike protesting that he had no desire to sleep on a roll-away while there was a perfectly good bed in the room and Raymond pointing out that Se�or Valencia had done quite enough for them already. Melissa bristled at the word "children" and offered her protest out of general principles.
Not one to be defeated without saying everything at her disposal, Glenda pushed Raymond into their room and closed the door on Mike and Melissa standing in the hall.
"Come on Raymond," she rasped, "snap out of your academic dream-world . . . there is something definitely going on between those kids of yours, and its something unnatural and unhealthy."
Incredulously, Raymond appraised his wife, his eyes opening wide as the strange statement wound him out of his wine induced lethargy.
"Ridiculous! "was all he could think of as a suitable reply. He had noticed while they were in the baths before dinner that she had purchased a new bathing suit for the trip and although it was one piece, the neckline came down low enough to reveal practically the entire two nicely formed, nicely preserved, tongue enticing and erection-making breasts. He supposed it was about time to do his marital duty . . . the excitement of the trip had made him lax he supposed, and she was beginning to take it out on the kids. That's what he would do, he determined, take her to bed and fuck her tits . . . they really were her most salient feature. Melissa and Michael . . . he'thought to himself as he opened the door . . . how insane and neurotic for her to come up with something like that!
"Okay gang!" he annnounced. "We've sorted out the sleeping arrangements." He led them downstairs to the diningroom and ordered a straight shot of tequila for himself and Glenda and cokes for the brother and sister. "You two will share the double bed, but if you .giggle and talk all night long its going to be pretty hard on you tomorrow. We have a long drive remember, so keep it in mind. Now Mike, you go up first when you've finished your coke and undress in private. I'm sure that's how Glenda would want it . . . must observe the proprietries." He glared at Glenda, defying her to override his authority, then softened when he noticed her hurt expression. He was tempted to order another tequila, but decided that he was too tired. Tomorrow would be one big rush to get to Mexico City in time for the charter flight and still have time to run through the anthropological museum.
Mike gulped down his coke, said good-night to everyone and went to the room, looking back over his shoulder at Melissa, hoping to entice her to bed early. It had been a long time since they had shared a bed . . . it would be fun, he thought innocently, yet less innocently, he felt a glow of excitement pulsating in his young loins like-the time he and Sandy J ackson went to the football game together and she grabbed his cock in the bleachers under the blanket.
He did not have to wait long for his lovely sister. Having taken off his shirt and jeans, he was climbing out of his jockey shorts when she unexpectedly opened the bedroom door and walked right in! Without knocking!
"What the hell . . . !" the adolescent boy yelped, making a flying leap into the double bed, feeling acutely embarrassed and pulling on his pajamas under the sheet.
His sister laughed mischievously, watching his bare buttocks flying into the air as he made his leap.
"Mike . . . are you really shy in front of me ... . your own big sister?" she asked, one hand thrust coquettishly on her hip. She had listened outside the door when Glenda had closeted her father for their talk and had heard her suspicions. If she only knew! Melissa had thought to herself.
"N . . . No, I'm not shy!" Mike stammered, pleased that she could not see his confused blushes.
"Well, I'm going to turn off the light while I get undressed, and you can close your eyes for good measure so you can come out from under the covers before you suffocate." Melissa realized that the full moon flooded the room with light and was quite certain her infatuated brother would keep his big brown eyes wide open. She also decided to lock the door leading to the hall, not trusting the lecherous expression in Jose's face when she said goodnight to him.
Savoring the shiver of illicit pleasure that tingled down her spine, the sixteen year old blonde beauty shed her flimsy clothes slowly and lingeringly, imagining herself doing a striptease tea room full of straining older men. Her orgasm in the water earlier that day had heightened her sexual awareness of her body and she enjoyed teasing her poor innocent brother and from the corner of her eye, she saw that he was looking at her.
From the bed in the shadows, Mike watched her taunting performance, wondering how he could possibly get a wink of sleep all night, lying practically naked next to the girl of his wet dreams! The moonlight bringing a translucent sheen to her silken skin in the dark room made such an erotic picture of loveliness it brought unsought sensations to his young loins. He writhed his strong, lithe limbs in a torment of frustration.
Christ! Doesn't she know what she's doing to me! The excitedly flushed youth forgot that he was not supposed to be watching, that his eyes should have been tightly shut, and when he did remember, he hoped that she had been stripping like that just for him.
Despite his strongest efforts to control himself, his eager young cock jerked up into rigid hardness at the sight of his luscious sister standing naked in the moonlight, the velvety softness of her perfectly shaped breasts crowned by hard, cherry-like nipples, causing his throat to constrict and his mouth to go dry with frantic desire to touch each breast, to run his fingers over the erect, pretty nipples with their tiny background circles. The clear air allowed the moonbeams to shine over her like searchlights, and he could clearly see each part of her body that she exposed.
Surreptitiously he grabbed hold of his pulsating, jerking cock to stop it from sticking up pole-like under the bedcovers making a littel tent which, would surely give him away. Damn, he thought pleasurably - and now suspicious that she was well aware that he was looking at her nakedness - she was sure taking one hell of a long time to find her nightie in her suitcase, bending over in that position giving him an eyefull of her unbelievably gorgeous ass-cheeks, and Christ! She was bending all the way over now, and he could even see her hot little ass hole twitching when she moved! His cock tingled with the need to cum, forcing him to close his eyes for a moment and grit his teeth. His swollen little cock was already wet around the head: if she turned on the light she would see that the sheet was damp!
Melissa could hear her brother's breathing; it was louder, inhaled in short gasps. She wondered if she would be able to tease him into cumming like this.
"I'll really give him something to think about," she said to herself, revealing in her wickedness, and turning around to face him full on, she raised her arms over her head to slowly slip the lacy nightgown over her head.
Mike gasped aloud, not caring that she would know he was watching her, .his shocked young eyes moving down over her curvaceous young loveliness to stare fixedly at her pussy, at its tantalizingly sexy, curly cunt hair . . .just like the nude girlie pictures he'd seen. The nightgown hung around her shoulders a long, delicious moment, and she took time to shake out her golden tresses before pulling the lace cloth slowly down over her breasts, down over her flat belly, until at last the bottom edge nearly but not quite hid from his view the glorious little triangle of sparsely growing golden pubic hair. He moaned aloud, unable to stop himself, knowing that any minute he might cum right in his pajamas. He no longer cared if she knew what he was feeling . . . if she knew that he had stared at every beautiful, lust-inciting part of her body!
"God, Melissa . . . you're so beautiful ..." he whispered.
The conceited young girl was about to teasingly reply when there was a soft knock oh the locked door, startling them both.
"Are you comfortable, se�orita?" the insidious voice of Jose wafted through the door. " Is there anything I can get for you?" he went on in a hoarse whisper.
As Melissa watched the doorhandle turn and heard the hotel manager grunt as he tried to push open the locked door, she imagined him standing outside with a dark huge penis in his hands, ready to try and fuck her with it.
"No . . . no thank you, Jose . . . we'rejust fine. Thank you . . . goodnight," she said firmly, standing frozen by the door.
Defeated, Jose went off down the hallway and Melissa breathed a sigh of relief, but said to Mike, who did not realize she had locked the door, "God! I thought Jose was going to walk right in for a moment!"
Giggling when Mike slowly breathed out his pent-up breath, Melissa skipped across the floor and into the bed in one swift, fluid movement, catching her brother unaware. He had moved to one side of the double bed and was lying stiffly with embarrassment although his penis had lost some of its urgent rigidity.
"Jesus, its hard!" Melissa laughed. Mike nearly leaped out of his skin. In God's name, what was she talking about? The next moment he relaxed when he realized that she was referring to the hardness of the mattress, which he had failed to notice in his nervous excitement before.
Looking across the bed, the aroused girl sought out with her eyes the little tent shape she had noticed earlier, but Mike had drawn up his knees. She couldn't tell if he had an erection or not, though she expected that he had. She wanted to feel it with her fingers; she wanted to touch his body with her own, but, though they were intimately in bed together, they were dressed in night clothes.
"God, Mike, aren't you hot?" She sat up, adding how hot she was.
"Y . . . Yes, I guess so. Guess we better take the blanket off, huh?" He really wasn't that hot, and he knew she couldn't be either with just that thin, lacy little thing she wore. He also knew instinctively that it was part of one of her games, a very nice game, that he was going to like playing.
"I'll just have to take off my nightie. Don't look when I get up. You should take your pajamas off, I think you'd be much cooler." Mike said he would, although he was only wearing the pants.
Melissa got out of the bed and took just as long removing the nightie as she had putting it on. Then, when she was naked, she went to the window where the strongest light shone through, to give her brother another thrilling look at her voluptuously sloping young curves, hoping the sight of her body would make him insanely aroused. She wanted to experience being naked with a man, even her little brother. The thought of it had aroused her young pussy to a state of juicy expectation, her clitoris had risen between her soft cuntal lips itching to be caressed, or licked, as she knew real men did. Jose would probably want to lick her pussy . . . The idea was stimulating, but his lecherousness frightened her. While Mike watched, she slowly caressed her breasts and slid her hands down over her youthfully rounded thighs and over her smoothly curved buttocks. She was toying with the lewdly pleasing thought that she might ask Mike to lick her pussy, and was about to give herself a little finger rub, just to shock him a little more, when she saw a movement in the bush outside the window. Stiffening with shock and stifling a cry with her fist, the naked young virgin saw that Jose was standing there, his dark, beady eyes riveted on the window where he stood.
The immobilizing tenseness subsided from her body and in a couple of bounds she was back in the large bed, fearfully clinging to her naked young brother who thought for a moment that she was going to rape him.
"It's Jose!" Mike whispered back. "Is he still there?"
"How do I know?!" Melissa had flung one naked leg over his body, her furry young pussy clamped hard against his thigh. He could feel its strange wetness and he felt her warm, soft breasts pressing into his chest.
"Just be still . . . He'll ... go away . . . " Mike said breathlessly, feeling her knee move higher up his thigh until it touched his madly throbbing cock.
They lay perfectly still for a few moments, then she said, "Mike?"
"What, Melissa?"
"Do . . . do you have an erection?" She knew quite well that he did. It felt hard and soft at the same time. It was wonderful, warm and thrilling against her knee. She slowly moved her leg, little by little up his tense body until her knee was pressing his juice-exuding penis flat against his belly.
"Yeah ... I guess I do, 'Lissa . . . I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it, you looked so beautiful naked there in the moonlight," he whispered. He placed his arm around his sister's shoulders so that she could snuggle her breasts closer against his bare chest.
"Are you mad?" he added, fully aware that if she were she wouldn't be holding him like she was.
"No, I'm not mad, Mike," she replied, lewdly pressing her pussy harder against his thigh. "Can you go to sleep like this? I'm really comfortable."
"Yeah ... Do you think that Mexican is still outside?"
Melissa held him close. "I think he is," she said, to give them both an excuse to keep their naked bodies clinging together ... as he hoped she would.
Silently the virginal brother and sister moved their bodies together, in slow, very slow, rhythmical movements, the soft inner part of her knee rubbing his throbbing young cock as he ground his buttocks around on the mattress and her moistly-heated young pussy moved against his thigh. They moved under the sheet surreptitiously, as if Jose really was at the window peering in, and neither spoke in case they had to admit to performing an illicit sexual act between brother and sister. They both knew that what they were doing was wrong, very wrong, but they were at the mercy of their desire-filled young naked bodies, heated with lust, aroused beyond control. They knew the limits to which even they, spoiled and precocious as they were, could go in their sex play, and they denied themselves the natural satisfaction of kissing each other incestuously on the mouth - which Melissa especially had an almost overwhelming desire to do. She decided that it would be a little too risky to ask Mike to kiss her pussy, let alone lick her clitoris: it might really scare him. She was being very reckless, she knew, but her mood was induced by the free feeling of being away from home and especially being, for now at least, away from the strict eye of their step-mother. She thought for a flash second of her father and Glenda in the room down the hall and wondered if they were "doing it" right now. The idea made her strangely angry, and she quickly dismissed it from her passion-filled young brain.
When the aroused girl felt her young brother's body tensing up and heard his breath gasp from his throat, she knew he would not be too shocked if she helped him to cum with her hand, so she pushed her leg down and wantonly gripped his virilely throbbing young cock with her fingers. -
"Aaaahhh . . . " he gasped in surprised pleasure as his darling sister actually held his cock and started to pump her hand up and down. Soon he was jerking his taut butocks up and down in time with her lewd little fist-fucking motions. At the same time she ground her pussy tighter against his thigh which was moist and wetly throbbing from her cuntal juices.
It was just too wonderful. He could no longer control himself. As his sister's hand rubbed up and down on the hot, now slightly slippery shaft a few more strokes he grunted and moaned.
"Ugghhh ... oh God, please don't stop now. It's going to spit!" he suddenly gasped when Melissa removed her hand momentarily to pull his thigh between her legs. His frantic warning brought her hand quickly back to entincingly encircle it and fuck it up and down on the hardened shaft of his penis again.
"Mike . . . shhh . . . not so loud," she whispered, and the agonized youth lowered his moaning-voice as, in a wonderful ecstasy he jerked his writhing young fourteen year old buttocks upward, shooting out his passion-heated sperm high up over his belly, the hot dribbles splashing over his chest and his sister's sixteen year old young breasts as he came.
Then, the dark-haired young boy collapsed back on the bed, hoping his fantastic sister would not be revolted by what he had done. He almost wept with pleasure when she reassuringly kissed his lips gently, caressed his slackening penis and held his soft, down-covered balls in her palm. When he tried to say something she hushed him, whispering that now it was her turn.
She took his hand and guided it down over her smooth white belly, touching her navel, down until he felt the sparsely growing hairs of her cuntal fringe, then a little farther on to the warm, moist lips of her pussy.
He was terrified for an instant. He had never touched a girl's cunt before. Arid when she ground her loins up to his fingers he felt as though his hand was on fire: he actually had his luscious older sister's pussy in his hand - and she had put it there! He assumed she wanted him to put his finger inside her, and in fumbling around with inexperience, he inadvertently angered her instead.
My god, he has no idea how to do it, Melissa thought desperately to herself, so highly aroused from the erotic experience of 'fist-fuckin' her kid-brother 'till he came that she was too impatient to teach him now how to finger-fuck her. She would be sure to teach him some other time when she wasn't quite so desperately hot. She rolled over on her belly to finger her own self, stimulating her pussy with rapid oval movements around her clitoris, her legs apart, toes curled back, as she pressed her hotly grinding young pelvis hard down into the bed.
Inquisitively, Mike threw back the sheet to watch his sister's naked back and buttocks, her long shapely legs and her soft wavy hair, her body moving erotically on the bed with her hand on her pussy. Man! What was she doing? The innocent youth had never realized that a girl could finger-fuck herself to pleasure like that, could do the same things boys did! He thought females could only enjoy sex if they were fucked properly. By a man's cock up inside their cunt, or maybe with a handle of something. As he stared, fascinated by the strangely beautiful sight of his beautiful golden-haired sister writhing over her hand, and he watched the daring finger flicking hotly up into her tight little pussy whenever she raised her buttocks, he forgot all his embarrassed feelings about cumming all over himself and her breasts . . . and messing up the sheets. He felt his cock starting to grow hard again. He would like her to suck his cock, the way he had heard from guys at school that it was often done, but he was afraid it would shock her. After all, he told himself, his lovely sister was a virgin!
But he had to do something with her. Shit, he was all worked up and there she was, the sexiest girl in the whole fucking world. He wanted to crawl up between her legs and fuck her, really fuck her, he almost came again at the very thought of her letting him do it, really do it. She seemed to know so much more about sex than he did, and god, he really wanted to learn . . . everything . . . now!
He stretched out beside her to press his body next to hers but she irritatedly elbowed him away. He got the idea, she didn't want to be bothered while she was doing whatever she was doing with her finger in her pussy. He wanted her to tell him all about it, how terrific it must be. While he watched the nude figure he watched her buttocks grow taut, and then her body began to shake, her finger rubbing quicker and quicker over the same spot, evidently. And she began to gasp, the way he did when he shot his load out of his cock.
"Aaaahhh . . . ohhh . . . ahhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming ..." she hoarsely whispered into the pillow where her. face was buried.
He saw the sweat form at the top of her buttocks' crease and couldn't restrain himself from caressing the soft white moons of firm, silken skin. This time she allowed him to touch her, in fact, she seemed to welcome his hand.
"I'm tired now, Mike, I'm going to sleep. You can do whatever you want, but remember to be quiet." With a long sigh, the satiated girl turned her head away, her arms dropped by her side, her body relaxed and her legs slack and apart.
I wonder what she means ... do as you want . : . the confused boy thought. Obviously, she wanted to sleep where she was, in that position. He lay beside her until he heard her breathing deeply and regularly: meanwhile, he continued to feel over her delicious buttocks.
"Melissa?" he whispered softly, "are you sleeping?" When she made no reply, he slowly eased his body over hers, sinking the length of his hotly throbbing penis along the deep crevice of her ass-crease which felt warm, soft and moist with sweat. He trembled nervously, fully aware that what he was doing could bring the wrath of his father crashing round his head, and if Melissa were conscious she would never speak to him again. But, oh christ, he excused himself, I just can't help it ... I want to lie on top of her, I want to feel her beneath me . . . god, I'd like to fuck my sister!
Melissa, fully conscious the whole time, knew that someday she would tell him. She had wanted him to do that to her buttocks and had breathed deeply so he would think that she was asleep. She would have liked to have her young brother fuck her right in the pussy, but she had gone through untold agony ever since she was twelve, saving herself for the right man, and she certainly wasn't going to blow it on her little brother! But he needed some sex experience, and she loved it. As long as they didn't really go all the way, what could be so wrong? It took all her willpower to keep from raising her buttocks up to meet the flat pressure of his long thin cock. She was amazed that a boy that young could have such a long penis, so hot and hard! Melissa failed to consider the fact that despite all her airs, at sixteen, her experience with male organs was truthfully quite limited.
As she lay still, she enjoyed tender consideration of her young brother as he attempted to carry most of the weight on his elbows and pressed down hard where it mattered: along the now wet crease of her nakedly open ass-cheeks. She licked her dry lips as she thought of that lovely fleshy rod working away at her ... so very close to the mouth of her hotly aroused pussy . . .
Mike grunted as he experienced for the first time the heat of soft, feminine flesh at close quarters, moistly caressing his sliding cock. The pleasure was marvelous, and he knew he could cum over and over if he didn't have to worry so much about waking her, or being caught in the act by his step-mother, or more horrible to contemplate ... his father! Melissa must have exhausted herself, - he thought, when she came ... to be able to sleep so soundly with his raging cock pushing so hard against her ass-crease, and he could feel her whole body move as he shoved his teenage cock forward over the lips of her tight little anus.
"Oooohhh god!" That did it, the feeling of the spongy little mouth sliding across the tip of his cock.
Mike's young balls squirted their semen in wild, hot thin jets out on his sister's body, for the second time that night within the space of about an hour. He could no longer hold back, and he was aware that if he restrained himself he would suffer all night with the burning inside his belly and loins. At one point he had tried with all his might to stop, lifting himself off her naked body, but when he looked down in the moonlight and saw .the tempting sight of her buttocks bathed in the silver light with the tiny puckered center, he could do no more than push his swollen rod down hard and quickly. Gone was his caution, and with total abandon he grabbed his sister's breasts, one in each hand, and held on to their softness as his young body shook in spasmodic rapture, filling the warm naked crevice of her ass-crease with his boiling white-hot fluid.
Melissa maintained her charade and gave not the slightest indication of being awake, even during the final shattering seconds of her young brother-lover's orgasm. Stoically, she kept still throughout her own erotic stimulation, and when it was over and Mike had finally gone to sleep, the beautiful young sixteen year old girl lay silently in the moonlight, not allowing herself to give into the annoying sense of remorse that was slowly creeping into her consciousness. She reached to the foot of the bed and pulled the sheet up, gently covering her brother's naked young body as well as her own. Then, she snuggled up very close to him and went to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
At promptly seven o'clock the next morning Glenda knocked on the children's door to wake them, expecting to see them both up and about shortly thereafter. However, the moonlight activities of the night before had lasted well into the morning and neither of the two heard the knock. When Glenda noticed that Mike wasn't the first one at the breakfast table as usual, she went back to check on them. She knocked again, this time calling their names, and when there was no reply, tried to open the door. Finding it locked, the step-mother became both angry and concerned and quickly recruited the aid of the chambermaid with her master key. Opening the door, she was shocked into momentary silence as her wide eyes gazed at the sight of the brother and sister, nakedly entwined, sleeping soundly with the sun playing on their young bodies.
The brother and sister sat up, shocked and frightened, wondering what on earth had happened, but one look at their scarlet faced step-mother and at each other's naked bodies scared them into a scramble to get dressed. Jose stood in the hall demanding to know what was going on, and the maid stood with her mouth ajar feeling like she had opened Pandora's box.
Glenda ignored everyone and walked directly to the bed which she silently examined, then stormed out of the room seething with rage.
Mike was almost as embarrassed as his step-mother was angry. He didn't look at his sister and she didn't look at him. Because she was two years older than her brother, Melissa was not as embarassed about the events of the night, which seemed to be confusing Mike, but she knew he would not care to talk about the situation with her now...maybe later...He left her in the shower and ran out to look for his father. He thought it best to confront him before Glenda did, which he felt certain she would, and give his side of the story before she started accusing them of...whatever it was the old bitch was going to come up with. He would take all the blame, the younger brother gallantly determined, but by the time he reached the lobby of the hotel he was having second thoughts. What would he say for Christ sakes?...Listen, Dad...Melissa and I were in bed naked and . . . No way! He just couldn't!
Mike decided to have breakfast and think about it some before approaching his father. He met Jose on the way to the dining room and the hotel manager asked the boy what had gone on up there to cause such a shriek from the se�ora. Mike faltered for a moment and finally muttered something about a bug frightening her. Jesus, he thought, this guy is partly to blame for .the whole thing! Remembering his cumming all over his sister's naked buttocks, and what she had done to him with her hand, caused the boy to start blushing again.
Jose joined Mike for breakfast and soon the whole family had gathered, Melissa being the last down, as always. Yet, this morning it wasn't make-up or hair that detained the teenager, it was the time it took her to wash the dried cum from her ass cheeks and to ineffectually cover the stained bed clothes.
Raymond, preoccupied with his thoughts and looking forward to getting to the Yucatan, did not notice the strained atmosphere at the breakfast table or the scornful eyes of his wife. Melissa and Mike both avoided her eyes, and Jose kept up his prattle without mentioning the incident of Glenda's scream. He did glance quickly and knowingly at Mike and Melissa, wondering if his suspicions were justified. He knew for a fact that the girl wanted to be fucked in the worst way, it showed in - her every movement, that's why he approached her one more time to offer his services last night. But she had turned him down...so maybe the brother had fucked her. Jose was very tolerant of such matters, having a beautiful sister of his own, the idea had crossed his mind...so good luck to the boy! he thought with a certain resignation.
Glenda held her tongue for as long as she possibly could and when they were on the road for no longer than ten minutes she cleared her throat and said: "Raymond, I feel I .must talk to you and I'm going to do it in front of the children!"
"We are not children, and please have the courtesy to stop referring to us in the third person." Melissa said in her haughtiest tone. She had learned from experience that attack was the better method of defense, and her young brother was deeply grateful that she had taken up the battle, rather than leaving it up to him.
"I fully realize your chronological ages, but I feel that you are both far below that level in terms of responsibility. Raymond, your children ... excuse me, Melissa . . . your offspring, slept the entire night in bed together naked! And if you insist on ... "
"Oh for Christ sake . . . will you get off their backs!"Raymond interrupted, stunned by his own outburst. He was normally a very mild mannered man, but these sick accusations she kept making about the kids . . . well, it was too disgusting to tolerate any longer. Hadn't he fucked her well enough last night? What more did the woman want!
He glanced in his rear-view mirror to see their an'gelic faces glowing with angelic innocence.
"We're making pretty good time," he said, to change the subject of conversation. "Maybe we can stop at the next village for a cup of coffee."
Melissa sneaked her hand over her brother's and gripped it tight. She expected more from her step-mother, a straight-out accusation that she and Mike had made love together, but Glenda remained silent, staring out the window. Her face was deeply flushed and the uptilted angle of her head suggested maximum effort to maintain control. After a few more moments passed without a word from anyone, Melissa decided it an impasse, they were safe! She felt like kissing Mike full on the mouth with happiness, but compromised by edging over in the back seat so that their thighs rubbed together.
Mike looked at her with total adoration, admiring her more than ever for the way she had stood up to the old bitch instead of giving anything away by cowering or weakening in any way under attack. If only he hadn't done that terrible thing to her last night. She must have noticed something this morning . . . between . those beautiful ass-cheeks . . . the thought of them, and the movement of the warm car, sent blood pounding down to his cock which slowly stiffened from a bent position under his tight jeans, forcing him to move uneasily in his seat and release his trapped cock to one side so that he could cover it with his hand. Oh shit! Why does he have to do that? the young boy thought with embarrassment.
Glenda, although deeply hurt and humiliated, resigned herself to the fact that Raymond was determined to keep his head in the sand concerning his children. Well, she told herself, that's exactly what they were, his children, not hers . . . she had done all she could and he had turned against her. From here on out they could continue with whatever depraved monsterous activities their lecherous, defiled little minds came up with without any interference from her. Her one silent hope was that some day Raymond would walk in a room and see what she had seen this morning . . .no, worse, she hoped he would catch them doing it, actually making incestuous love to each other. God, the bitter woman thought, how I would like to see his face!
By afternoon they were in a different world from the cool green mountains to the smog filled basin of Mexico City. They went directly to Chapultepec Park, a sanctuary of gardens and monuments to what once was the center, of the Aztec empire. While Glenda and Raymond visited the famous anthropological museum, the brother and sister wandered through the mammoth park, visiting Maximillian's castle, buying trinkets from the vendors, and generally enjoying the few hours of being on their own. They met their parents for dinner at the beautiful Del Lago restaurant and after a pleasant day and a sumptuous dinner everyone's mood had somewhat improved from the aftermath of the bitter confrontation earlier in the car. The kids and Glenda were at least to the point of speaking to each other, and while brother and sister were back to their old manner of giggling and whispering, both avoided any mention of sex. When they arrived at the Del Prado hotel Raymond booked single rooms for his children, and this passed without incident.
The charter flight to the Yucatan was scheduled for ten o'clock the next morning. Raymond and Glenda were both beside themselves with excitement at the prospect of visiting once again the center of the Mayan civilization established when they were driven there by the conquering Aztecs in the seventh century. The possibility that the Mayan influence could have extended as far as Costa Rica threw an entirely different light on all that they had surmised through their previous studies and visits. There had also been some recent discoveries of previously buried temples that the couple were excited about seeing for the first time.
The children, on the other hand, knew that the Yucatan peninsula was noted for its primitive resistance to change and civilization-and neither were possessed by any romantic inclinations in the area of exploration or discovery. They would have much preferred remaining in the metropolitan capital where they found a variety of things to amuse them.
Both Mike and Melissa had to admit their excitement, however when they were finally airborne in the twin engine plane that would deposit them at Mereda, the Yucatan city that would be their home for the next three weeks. As they soared over the vast panorama of the flattened jungle they felt a few moments of great exhilaration listening to their father point out the ruins Uxmal and explaining that beneath the jungle there once lived a civilization as great in extent as ancient Egypt's.
Later, after they had landed and were driving down the cobblestoned streets of Mereda lined with pastel colored houses, passed the inevitable plaza where white clad, broad headed Mayas sat under the huge Ramon trees talking and enjoying the last of the siesta hours before returning to their work. At last arriving at the pension, where they would be staying, the family was delighted by the tropical charm of the sparcely furnished rooms. Mike was especially impressed by the large ceiling fans over the beds and the mosquito netting; there was something very sensual about the lacy whiteness that caused the boy to suffer another erection, and then he realized that it reminded him of his sister's nightie. She would be very beautiful lying naked under one of those tents, ihe youth thought, then chastized himself for dwelling on sex more and more since that night he had cum all over Melissa's naked ass cheek.
After lunch Raymond persuaded the children to accompany him and Glenda to the ruins of Uzmal and they agreed, having been titillated despite themselves by their fathers' lengthy explanation of the strange world of the Mayas, hidden under the jungle cover for centuries.
When they arrived at the ruins of Uxmal, about a thirty mile drive through a primitive jungle road from the charming town of Mereda, the children were immediately sorry they agreed to come. "What did we expect after eight million years?" Melissa commented wryly to her brother. It was hot and humid and somehow the blazing sun seemed to add to the dread monotony of the place. They had climbed the two hundred steps to the top of the ruin known as the House of the Magicians and from the height of a hundred feet could see the limestone land of the Yucatan stretching out mile after mile. Raymond stood in respectful awe of the place, his dark eyes flashing in excitement. Glenda stood silently beside her husband sharing for a moment his sacrosanct reverie and Mike and Melissa stood it for as long as they could. They retreated down the steps, totally unimpressed by the mysterious ruins, hoping to find some shade against the relentless sun. There seemed to be hardly anyone there and Melissa wondered if she should find some place to take off her clothes and sunbathe.
While the grumbling brother and sister made their way through the brush they noticed a group of what appeared to be hippie-Americans standing in the shade of the building called the House of Nuns, because of its many chambers.
The group was standing around a tail handsome youth of about eighteen years who seemed to be holding court. They were all dressed in some combination of red and black, the girls in long, elaborately embroidered dresses. As they passed, both Mike and Melissa stared with open interest.
"Hello," said the tall young American, "Do join us before your lovely body melts away in the heat."
"Thanks," replied Melissa. "I guess this is the only shade there is outside the creepy old chambers."
"Creepy!" the young man said in astonishment. "How can you say that? The temples are beautiful, fantastic! They've been here forever and will remain forever." He smiled at the girl. "Maybe I got carried away ... I'm sorry. My name is David, by the way." The long-haired young American had casually taken in Melissa's figure while he spoke, noting her firmly budding breasts and the way her jeans tucked tightly into her crotch as if she wanted a sensuous permanent pressure over her clitoris. He waved his arms to the others and simply said: "These are my friends."
Melissa said "Hi," and introduced herself and Mike, explaining that she was quite used to zealous defenders of the ruins,'her father being the world's foremost, and added pertly that everyone was entitled to their opinion and she found them creepy. Sister and brother assumed the group of young people were from some university sponsored field trip, but judging from their weird clothes and the faint smell of marijuana in the air, they decided the kids must be some kind of weird hippie family. Back home in San Diego, neither Mike nor Melissa associated with the hippie type, Melissa feeling she had outgrown that fad years ago, and Mike agreeing with whatever his sister said or did. But they were both desperate for some companionship in this strange place, and the girls, dressed in long dresses were quite beautiful, Mike thought, and Melissa was totally enthralled by the handsome David, who seemed to be very worldly-wise to the sixteen year old girl. She felt his eyes appraising her and welcomed his obvious, lewd scrutiny of her young body.
"So you're interested in these -old crumbling buildings," Melissa ventured, in an effort to make conversation to cover her uneasiness.
"Quite," David said simply. He looked sternly down at her, and then smiled.
"He's making fun of me!" Melissa thought angrily. Beginning to feel out of her depth, she became characteristically aggressive. "Well, Michael and I find the whole scene extremely dull, having been steeped in it since we were babes . . . "She wanted him to think she was a young woman of the world and not a teenage virgin.
"I doubt that you would find our association anything like what you've come in contact with previously," David said, still smiling in s superior manner down at her. "We have modeled our own ceremonies after the ancient rites that took place in these very temples, even to burning marks of copal, which is rather difficult to come by actually."
Not wanting to expose her ignorance, Melissa didn't ask what copal was, but the whole idea of ceremonies and rites both fascinated and frightened her.
"We'll be here tomorrow, and you're welcome to join us if you'd like," David suggested, "Or perhaps your parents wouldn't allow you to come?"
"Of course they wouldn't," Melissa retorted. "But then they wouldn't have to know, would they?"
Mike started to protest, already feeling twinges of jealousy over his sister being so blatantly sexy and encouraging the handsome David. He was torn between his desire to join his beautiful sister in this new adventure, and this new feeling of jealousy toward David. He finally spoke up: "Dad's probably planning to come back here tomorrow himself, it would never work."
"Oh, we only meet here for the initial rites. The real celebration is always held in my grandfather's villa near Chichen Itza."
"Near Chinwhat?" Mike asked, distracted by his step-mother beckoning to them from the far side of the House of the Magicians.
"It's the most famous Maya site in the Yucatan. Not too far, maybe fifty miles from here . . . We have a car and know the way, so you think about it. You'll be quite safe with us, you know. Won't they, Barbara?" David addressed a beautiful young blonde, barefooted and dressed in a see-through full-length red robe, opaquely exhibiting a white, succulently rounded body, pink nipples and golden pubic patch, all of which had fascinated Mike ever since he had first caught sight of her.
"Of course, darling," the beautiful fair-skinned girl .replied. "I'll personally take the lovely young virgin under my wing," she said looking directly into the eyes of the somewhat taken aback Melissa. "Please do try to join my cousin David and I. Our grandfather is really a dear old gentleman, and I know he'll love both of you. His place is also marvelous, not something you'd want to miss."
Melissa couldn't quite decide about Barbara. Obviously, she was in love with her cousin, for "which Melissa had full sympathy, but she seemed a little too smart. She couldn't be trusted, Melissa finally decided, but she was the kind you had to watch because she could easily charm anyone, male or female, to get what she wanted from them. Melissa knew the type, and unconsciously recognized herself in a flash of rare perception.
Melissa was determined more than ever to accept the invitation, if only they could get away. Iheir step-mother would never consent, and for that matter neither would her dad, so they would have to run away for a while if they went through with it. Glenda will come up with all kinds of weird ideas about her and Mike going off someplace alone, Melissa thought mirthfully. In her own mind she had accepted what had happened with Mike as normal, healthy sexual expression. If he had actually fucked her, that would be different, she might feel guilty . . . but he hadn't . , . not really. She looked at David. He was so virile and handsome in his bright red shirt and the tight black pants that so smoothly revealed the bulge showing in the front like a beacon in a dark night. Maybe she would let him find out how it feels to fuck a pure virgin after his non-virgin cousin.
"They're both waving at us now, Melissa. We'd better go," Mike said regretfully, taking a last lingering look at Barbara's pink and white body showing through her robe, and at the soft golden triangle covering the thin, almost visible little lips of her cunt.
"You'll be here tomorrow, then?" Melissa sked, giving David what she hoped was an appealing look.
"We certainly will, at the same time . . . hope you can make it," he said, kissing her farewell on both cheeks. "We'll be expecting you."
As Melissa and Mike joined their parents, David stared after them for a long while. Barbara slipped her arm around her cousin and they both stood watching and waving as the Careys drove away.
"Do you really think she's a virgin?" David asked.
"I'd stake my life on it . . . trust me," his cousin stated, and arm in arm they joined the group of young cultists.
Driving back to the mansion in Mereda, Melissa and Mike whispered over their secret plans while Raymond, still excited from his first visit to the Mayan ruins in over ten years, lectured them on Mayan history, mythology and sacrificial rites. When he pointed out that the Indians still worshipped the devil in the temples of Uxmal as late as 1673, Mike's ears perked up with interest. "The devil?" he asked incredulously, wanting no part of it, no matter what Melissa did.
"Actually," his father explained, "we don't really know what the religious actuity was.-We use the term 'devil' because that was how it was stated by the Spanish priest who wrote about what he saw with the expedition here at that time. 'Most of the earlier journals were destroyed, so even today large chapters of the Mayan history is shrouded in mystery."
"That's for sure!" Melissa added, and both she and Mike broke into nervous laughter.
When the family sat down to a dinner of "Vera Cruz" style trout, he thought he had finally instilled some appreciation of the ancient mystery in his children, they seemed so happy. "They must be thrilled to see these historic places and have me along to explain things," he mused. Mike seemed to be almost too excited, his father noted, not knowing that, just before they sat down to dinner, Melissa had whispered into the adolescent boy's ear: "You can do it again tonight, if you like."
The thought of Melissa under that gauze net with the fan blowing the tropical night air softly over her beautiful sexy young body was almost more than Mike could stand. It was part . of the game with Melissa, stirring Mike's imagination with suggestive statements, only this time she meant it. She and Mike had separate bedrooms in the pension, but it would be easy enough for one of them to sneak into the other's room late at night. In fact, the precocious teenager thought, it might even make it more fun. She was beginning to enjoy the element of intrigue that the whole ambiance of Mereda, and the Yucatan in general, seemed to foster. Might as well get into the spirit of things around here, Melissa reasoned.
Everyone's mind was occupied with their own thoughts as Raymond continued his dissertation on the glorious history of the once mighty Mayan empire. The one-sided conversation continued throughout dinner, with Glenda unusually quiet and distant. The heat was intense, even at night, and the brother and sister noticed that Glenda had stopped wearing a bra, so that the nipples of her fully rounded breasts stuck out like small marbles, Melissa.described them to her giggling brother. They agreed that since she had given up on them as a lost cause, she had become a bit more tolerable. The humidity caused her normally smoothed back hair to straggle in long strands around her face so she finally gave up and allowed it to fall loosely about her shoulders, giving her a more approachable, almost earthy look. It was strange for the brother and sister to see their step-mother like this, and neither quite knew what to make of the sudden change.
After dinner everyone but Raymond retired early. Sitting in the courtyard of the pension reading for the hundredth time the "Historia de Yucatan", he was much too excited to sleep. He wondered why his daughter muttered "shit!" the third time she passed through the courtyard in her white lacy nightie, but he supposed she probably had a touch of the "turista" and was being kept awake by it. Little did he know that it was because his presence was keeping her out of her waiting little brother's room.
It all started again the next morning, with Glenda more irritable than ever and Raymond droning on and on about his favorite subject. Melissa could stand it no longer and told her brother that she was going to ride out to Uxmal with her father, and urged him to do the same. They would meet David and his group and leave with them, maybe call after they were gone and let their parents know they wouldn't be back until the next day. Mike agreed without hesitation even though he knew they'd blow up, and by nine that morning the whole family was packed and on their way for another day at the ruins.
The morning passed quickly for everyone, Mike and Melissa making an effort to be more agreeable than usual since they knew they wouldn't have to put up with it much longer. Melissa even made a point of complimenting her step-mother on how much better she looked without a bra, which brought a blush to the woman's cheeks.
At two that afternoon Melissa found her father investigating the glyphics on the inner wall of the house of the magicians and told him they were going back to the. pension in Mereda with their new friends. He muttered something about staying close to the pension and went on with his study.
Without even bothering to inform their step-mother they were leaving, the brother and sister bounded across to the other side of the ruined city to search out David and his friends.
"What if David and Barbara aren't even there?" Mike asked nervously, already beginning to lose confidence in their plan to sneak away for the night.
"Don't worry, I'm sure David will be waiting for me." Melissa said, getting a kick out of the glint of jealousy in her young brother's dark eyes.
CHAPTER THREE
Melissa felt a little guilty skipping out on her father, but quickly dismissed the feeling when she thought of being free at last and of David and his interesting, attractive friends. In spite of the heat, she and Mike almost ran to the "House of Nuns".
David was there, with one of his friends and his beautiful cousin, Barbara. It was Barbara who came up to meet the runaways, and when she kissed them both lightly on the mouth in greeting, Melissa jumped back at the unexpected intimacy of her welcome. What is she anyway, Melissa thought, some kind of lesbian? But then she had kissed Mike too, the young girl reasoned, maybe she was just very affectionate.
"Hello darlings, I'm so happy to see you ... we had almost given up on your coming, hadn't we David?" the beautiful girl said enthusiastically.
"We sort of had to wait until our parents got really involved," Melissa explained, "We didn't want them asking any questions." As she spoke, Melissa noticed somewhat disconcerting- ly that the beautiful blonde was again naked beneath her long, filmy black dress. It seemed to be her normal attire, judging from what she wore the day before.
"Well children," David said addressing the group, "I suppose we should be on our way. Grandfather is expecting us for dinner ..." and he led them over to a rather ominous looking black van.
As David helped his cousin into the rear of the vehicle, young Mike, entranced by the voluptuous blonde, automatically started to follow.
"No Mike . . . you go in front," Barbara said, pushing him gently away. "David and I need all the back to ourselves, so you sit in front with your sister and Kenny. Kenny loves driving, and keeps his eye on the road. I hope you don't mind, Melissa?" Barbara could see the expression of disappointment in the young girl's face when she was excluded from the rear part of the van. "You can look ..." she added, throwing open the double doors to reveal to Melissa's stunned eyes the most garishly decorated interior she had ever seen.
The walls were covered with scarlet silk and the mirrored ceiling reflected the black satin mattress that covered the entire floor area. Stretched across the windows on either side of the mattress were elaborate silk screen prints of a multicolored plumed serpent whose large black-rimmed scarlet eyes seemed to be focused on the center of the mattress. The strong sunlight filtering through the window covers gave the area an eerie pre-dawn atmosphere and pervading throughout, was a distinctive sweet-scented odor.
Puzzled, Melissa glanced at David who explained: "One of our grandfather's more hetrodox creations . . . the big guy on the window is a representation of Ghin, the god of vice and lover of sacrifices. The truth is, grandfather took a bit of license on his representation, although it is rather effective I think."
Barbara produced a large flask from the mounted bar on the back wall of the van and poured a honey colored liquid into two glasses which she offered to the brother and sister.
"What is this?" Melissa asked after taking a great gulp, thinking it was some kind of fruit juice that she had never tasted before.
"Nectar of the God's, my dear!" David said as he gathered everyone into the vehicle, Melissa and Mike in front and he and his cousin Barbara in the rear. "Actually, it's made from copal, the same substance from which the incense we use is made ... do you like it?"
The inexperienced young girl didn't want to betray her uncultivated taste and agreed that it was quite delicious, although she found the taste almost nauseating.
"It's an aphrodisiac darling, you'll grow to really enjoy it, I think," Barbara said. "You're lucky there's some left after last night's orgy!" she added.
Aphrodisiac . . . sacrifices ... ORGY! Melissa's head swam with the images the words conjured up in her mind. She had no idea what copal was, but she knew what an aphrodisiac was, and she certainly knew the meaning of orgy - that was something, in her fantasies, that had always fascinated her: a wild, naked orgy!
The young girl couldn't help stammering as she asked: "Did . . . did you really have an orgy last night . . . here?"
David caught the gleam of excitement mixed with embarrassment in her eyes as she spoke. "No, not here . . . at grandfather's villa, in preparation for the sacrifice at dawn," he said, enjoying the mounting confusion of the poor young girl.
"God!" Mike exclaimed. "What kind of 'sacrifice?"
"That, my boy, is the secret!" David said, laughing.
Feeling strangely thirsty, Melissa had drained her glass and was beginning to feel light-headed, although she put this down to the mood of the bright and attractive young people, and the fact that she and Mike had at last escaped from their dull and boring parents. David reached through the open partition to the front to refill her glass before settling back against the plush cushions on the mattress with his beautiful cousin nestled by his side. He pushed a button on the control panel to the left of him and suddenly the air conditioning came on lowering the temperature inside and causing the musky odor of the copal to become even stronger. He pushed another button and the sound of weird flute music filled the van, producing an eerie, pre-dawn atmosphere. Insulated from the light and heat outside, and lulled by the strong drink, Melissa was beginning to feel relaxed and sleepy. She felt a strong urge to stretch out beside David and Barbara on the black mattress and drift away with the hypnotic sound of the lonely flute. She turned around to face the two in the back and saw a lascivious smile across Barbara's beautiful face as David pushed still another button and slowly a smoked glass partition rose, cutting Melissa off from her newfound friends. She felt like a little girl pressing her face to a candy store window as she peered dimly through the glass, but the scene which met her eyes soon chased all innocent thoughts out of her mind. What in the world was going on? They were supposed to be cousins, weren't they? Good grief, that crazy Barbara was fumbling with David's fly . . . she was taking his hardening cock out and rubbing it! Shocked to the very core of her being, Melissa swivelled her eyes" steadfastly to the front - she was not going to watch their debauched exhibition. She glanced at Kenny to see if he was aware of what was going on in the back of the van ... if he was, he was a very good actor, for his face was quite expressionless.
"All aboard?" Kenny called out to no one in particular before pulling away from the parking area onto the rough road leading to the villa outside Chitchen Itza.
Mike was in a fog, wondering why his head was spinning.
"I don't feel too well, Melissa," he mumbled thickly to his sister sitting beside him, in the middle. "Think I'll take a little nap!"
It must be that awful drink, Melissa thought to herself. For a few seconds- unreasoning panic swept over her and she wondered suddenly if she had been right to trust these strange, decadent people. But no, they were so friendly and charming, they couldn't be evil. And after all, she reasoned, this was an adventure . . . the first adventure they'd had on the whole trip. "Melissa Carey," she admonished herself, "don't by such a scaredy-cat. You want to grow up - so grow up!" And there was David in the back - she found him the most sexually exciting person she had ever met - not realizing that it was the aphrodisiacal copal which was influencing her and producing this light-headedness and the sudden heat between her legs. Her clitoris had begun to pulsate and throb maddeningly, aching for satisfaction.
She was starting to get worried about her brother Mike though, and she turned to the dividing glass to ask David to open the window - which was controlled by the panel of buttons in the rear. She mouthed the words silently against the glass and pointed to Mike whose head was lolling on his chest. No reaction from the sensuously writhing couple in back so she decided to try Kenny.
"Can you open the window, Kenny? I don't think Mike is feeling well ... in fact he's either drunk or sick."
"I think your brother can take care of himself. . . don't you? Anyway, I can't interrupt what's going on in back, not when it's their turn. You understand, I hope."
Melissa stared at him unbelievingly. Was he mad or was he stoned on the drink? "What are you talking about . . . their turn . . . their turn to what?"
"Their turn to screw, darling . . . their turn to screw for fifty miles," Kenny explained as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "David won't like it, but I suppose I could call them on the inter-com phone if you want."
Melissa continued to stare incredulously: David was SCREWING his cousin in the back - actually screwing - she had no idea they were going that far. Oh God, the young girl thought, why did Mike have to pass out and leave her alone at the mercy of these kinky freaks.
"Excuse me David; our guest would like to have the window down in order to observe you," the horrified girl heard Kenny say into the speaker connected to the back of the van. Then she heard David's reply through the speaker over the driver's head: "Of course, how sweet . . . I'll turn the light on back here if she really wants to observe."
"But I didn't mean that!" Melissa objected. "It's Mike, he's passed out ..." Her voice trailed off thinly as she peered into the rear where two recessed lights gave sufficient illumination for her to see both David and his cousin Barbara stark naked. Melissa turned her head away with a jolt, a hot flush of embarrassment reddening her cheeks. When Kenny glanced at her, his lips curled in a lewd little smile, Melissa felt both angry and confused ihat he obviously considered her.prudish and inexperienced. Both qualities she equated with her step-mother!
Then she heard David's voice through the intercom: "If you don't think you can stand our merry-making, Melissa, perhaps we should turn around and deposit you back with your parents at Uxmal. Mike will be quite safe with us, you can rest assured." This unpleasant statement was followed by unintelligible mumbling, then Barbara's voice called out: "Oh, David darling, lick my cunt . . . please darling . . . pleeease ..."
Melissa was in a quandry. A small voice in the back of her head told her she should order them to stop the car and let them both out while they were still close enough to return on foot - but how could she ever manage with Mike in that state? And then there would be all the recriminations when they returned and Glenda would be crooning with triumph. No, damn the bitch, Melissa thought defiantly. Her pussy was pulsating even more maddeningly than ever before and she had no idea what had come over her! "Oh what the hell . . . I'll show them I'm no prude . . . they can do whatever they like ... at least they're not brother and sister!" she thought with renewed determination. The thought of her naked night with her brother flooded back to her, the unbidden thought of his beautiful young penis quickly increasing the tingling thrills in her wetly hot pussy so that she wriggled her thighs together to exert pressure from her tight fitting jeans to her now fully aroused clitoris.
The drug-hazed teenager brushed her long blonde curls back from her face and turned her head to sneak a surreptitious look through the smoked glass. Noticing that Kenny had his eyes fixed firmly on the road, she turned right around on the seat. She couldn't help but wonder if they were planning to have another orgy there at the villa again tonight . . . and would she be invited to participate?
David was kneeling on the black mattress, his back to the watching girl, and his cousin lay stretched out in total abandon before him, her hands gripping the long hair at the back of his head buried between her wantonly outspread thighs. From the movement of David's head it was obvious that the handsome young man, the muscles of his lean back flexing all the way down to his taut buttocks, was blatantly engaged in licking his cousin's cunt while his hands caressed and gripped her full satiny white breasts, powerfully kneading the moon-like globes and flicking his fingers over the sharply protruding rose-pink nipples. The lust-inflamed Barbara, rolling her head from side to side in slow movements of ecstasy, saw the smoky image of the face pressed against, the glass peering at them, so she lifted a hand from David's bobbing head, placed her fingers to her sensuous lips and blew Melissa a kiss.
The young girl watching from the front trembled with a sudden surge of desire mixed with jealousy. She had only toyed with the idea of being fucked by David and losing her virginity to him, but now, strangely stirred by the effects of the potent copal, she was instinctively challenged by the sexual success the other girl was enjoying. Almost in tears with frustration and the uncontrollable hot itch in her pussy, Melissa turned her head away.
She heard Kenny's voice speaking on the intercom, continuing his conversation with David:
"I think, David, that your guest might prefer to have a closer look at the performance." Kenny, who usually preferred cars to girls, was aroused by the almost tangible desire emanating from the hot little blonde sitting on the seat next to him, and took one hand from the steering wheel of the bouncing van to roughly paw at Melissa's heaving breasts under her thin cotton shirt. When she shrugged him away abruptly with a gesture of annoyance, he added wryly, "She's not terribly interested in anyone else, let alone the scenery. In fact, I think it bores her stiff . . . seems I'm getting a little stiff myself, actually."
The frustrated girl had considered Kenny as a possible solution to ease her inflamed pussy, but she wanted David. Besides, she considered it too dangerous to play about with someone driving, a huge truck at a rather fast speed considering the poor quality of the road they were on.
"Oh, it's all right with me ... " she heard Barbara drawl huskily through the speaker, followed by David's voice calling out: "Okay Kenny, pull up and ask Melissa to join us in back, if she would like to . . . Would you, Melissa?"
The teenaged girl wondered if she really should, and what would Mike say if he saw . . .and what would the others think of her? Oh God, she wanted to be naked with David alone, not just an onlooker. Kenny decided the matter for her as he braked the van to a stop.
"If you're going to act like a silly child, for Christ's sake take your brother and get the hell out . . . you shouldn't be messing around with people who know how to have fun. The last thing we need are silly children!" he said with a harsh, angry note to his voice.
The word "children" is what did it. Melissa decided there could be no harm in just sitting with them in the back. She saw herself as being sanely objective, while her body ached to be close to them . . . yes, both of them . . . naked and beautiful.
"W . . . Will you look after Mike, please Kenny?" She saw the dividing window slide slowly down and Kenny helped her climb out of the front seat into the rear, heavily scented with the pungent odor of copal. She was able to see the array of knobs from which David controlled the music, "windows, air conditioning . . . even to varying the position of the mattress. There was also an ivory telephone within reach of where David lay. Melissa was fully aware of the luxurious accessories and was ready to take full advantage of them as she climbed over the partition into the rear. She jumped when she felt Kenny's finger press hard into the crotch of her jeans as he helped her over, tingling with embarrassment that he would have felt the hot wetness between her thighs. Her eyes stared hypnotized at the magnetic sight of David's stiffly erected penis which was being lovingly stroked by the long slender fingers of his cousin, even as he moved about helping her to get comfortable. And all the while, Barbara was unabashedly fingering herself up between her thighs with her other hand!
With a lascivious smile playing about her sensuous mouth, Barbara said: "Do you realize that you've interrupted a very beautiful thing?"
Melissa gazed half alarmed, half excited at the blonde whose eyes were slightly glazed, wondering if it was the dim lighting that gave the slightly demented wanton expression. Oh God, the young girl thought, what did I get myself into! But the fire burning in her pussy overrode any last misgivings, as Barbara threw her delicate arms around David and pulled him down over her outstretched body. "I was almost cumming ..." she added, clamping her open mouth over her cousin's while he was grinding his wetly glistening cock into the lividly inflamed cunt already wildly excited by her feverish fingering. The lust-crazed girl ground her hips up to greet David's rampaging cock as if wanting to devour it whole. Melissa could see her scarlet little vaginal slit spread wide as David shoved the whole of his swollen rod up into-his cousin's hungrily engulfing cuntal depths with a deep groan of carnal satisfaction.
Fascinated and yet horrified by the scene of lewd debauchery, the unnaturally aroused girl could only watch goggle-eyed as Barbara wrapped her long slender legs around the boy's rhythmically pumping buttocks, mewling with uncontrollable pleasure.
"Ohhhhh . . . ahhhhh ..." she chanted through her wide-open .mouth and lust flared nostrils. "David ... so good . . . ahhh ..." her head rolled back and forth throwing her fair hair softly over her ecstasy-contorted face. Moaning in wild abandon, Barbara seemed to be totally unaware that they had an audience. The depraved pair actually liked nothing better than to give an exhibition of fucking to a young innocent girl like this one.
Melissa considered Barbara worse than a whore, but despite herself, she had to admit that the girl's body was sensually attractive . . . even to herself . . . and without realizing it, the longer she examined the other blonde's exciting nakedness locked in the lewd embrace with her cousin, the more intense became her" own sexual stimulation. The need for some sort of satisfaction to the urgent demands of her excited pussy was almost driving her crazy with desire. The poor girl knew she had almost been tricked into remaining in the van and becoming an intimate observer of the corrupt cousins making love and part of her mind was shocked and stunned at the total lack of any normal standards of behavior. But at the same time another insanity invaded her and she knew that there was no other place in the world that she would rather be than inside the rear of the big black van going through the jungle to someplace she couldn't even conceive in her imagination!
Barbara's lovely fingers were clawing at David's now faster pumping buttocks in a desperate frenzy increasing the tempo of his thrusts and shoving her wetly milking vagina up to match his heavy jackhammer strokes. She knew that Melissa's eyes were riveted on David's sperm bloated balls as they smacked hard down against her nakedly upturned buttocks and his hotly pistoning cock plunging into her curl-fringed' cuntal crevice. Barbara was reaching new heights of erotic stimulation and a low animal groan escaped her. "Uuuuhghhh . . . That's it lover . . . fuck me hard . . . harder!" Her hungrily pumping pussy fucked up and down on her cousin's lust-hardened penis with complete abandonment. Barbara's eyes widened and she began wantonly writhing her hips, seeking to have his cock scrape every nerve ending up inside her hotly working cuntal sheath.
"Ohhhhh . . . ohhhhh!" she groaned, mindlessly now, her head flailing from side to side, catching sight of the maddeningly excited teenager watching them with staring eyes and mouth half open, as one hand, almost of its own volition, fumbled with the fastenings of her jeans to furtively sneak a hand down beneath them to press on her hotly palpitating clitoris. Both Barbara and David had sensed in her when they first met at Uxmal the latent passion for wild sexual bliss and both knew that the bizarre sight of them fucking nakedly together and the brew of copal working its aphrodisiacal effects on her, would certainly get the young voluptuous blonde heated up to a white-hot sexual tempo.
Barbara turned her virile cousin's head so that he could see how the debauched exhibition was affecting their innocent young on-looker. "That's all right, darling, pull your panties right down ... let yourself go ... so you can really finger that pretty little pussy of yours! Too bad your little brother is all passed out up there or he would be welcome to join us and we could make it a foursome!" David pulled his cousin's face around to kiss her and muttered as he did that it would be grand if they were all truly related.
Melissa still felt that it was all too public, too blatant, and dumbly shook her head, unable to speak from the almost overwhelming desire tightening in her throat. If they only knew about her and Mike! Not that they had dared to go this far! Their mutual sexual attraction was a secret, a very deep and private secret. Melissa hoped desperately that her brother would never mention that night in Guanojuato to anyone. He was so young, he could very easily let it slip out to one of his friends.
David was aware that his narcissistic cousins frantic writhing under him was due to the presence of Melissa, and his own mounting lust was almost reaching the boiling point. For the last few minutes, he had felt he was about to go out of his mind with the hotly clasping cunt bringing his cock to a thicker, even more rampant hardness. It was marvelous the way she could control her inner cuntal muscles, he thought in admiration to himself, contracting and expanding them as if her vagina had independent control of its own succulent self. It was contracting voraciously as he rammed forward into its soft, fleshy recesses, enticing and sucking his cock ever further and further up into her tight little belly and convulsively nibbling on it - lighting up thousands of nerve ends to send tiny electric thrills singeing through its entire swollen length. My beautiful cousin is a fucking nymphomaniac . . . thanks to the gods! the beautiful young man thought with a smug smile. And that hot little bitch is just aching for me to fuck her too . . .what a wonderful life! He felt that if he didn't cum soon his balls would burst and he heard his cousin gasping beneath him, thrusting her tongue deep up into his mouth.
David thought his wildly fucking cousin was going to break him in half as the potent sperm built up in his loins and her convulsing young cunt milked salaciously at his frantically jerking cock.
Suddenly, it all became too much for him! He could hold back no longer and he shouted out his release, "Aaaaagggghhh! I'm cummmmingggg!" the words sounding like an obscenity to the watching Melissa. She thought she would scream with frustration - why couldn't she have that lovely rampaging hardness fucking deep up into her pussy? Her fingering of her unbearably hot clitoris had only succeeded in driving her to the brink of a climax, and she felt as if she was about to go out of her mind. The tortured young girl gazed at his lust spent body collapsing between his cousin's voluptuously spread thighs and they both lay still for several minutes.
"Oh damnit David! Why couldn't you wait for me?" Melissa heard Barbara complain. That girl is insatiable, the jealous virgin thought. She looked through the smoked glass division to see Kenny concentrating on his driving, impervious to the bacchanalia in the back and Mike, still half in his copal-induced stupor, hanging his head out of the side window to get some fresh air on his face. Melissa hoped her brother would stay absorbed with his hangover until they reached wherever it was they were going . . . Chichen Itza ... or whatever the place was called . . . yes . . . the grandfather's villa was near Chichen Itza. The young girl decided she should try to remember that in case she wanted to leave fast. Or perhaps return to it again? She wondered if she and her brother would share a bedroom together. She wondered if she should call her parents from the radio phone inside the van, thinking how worried her father would be when he returned to the pension and found that they were gone. She was just considering asking David if she could borrow the phone to call her dad when the whole scene suddenly struck her as incredibly funny. The idea of politely asking a naked stranger if she could make a call from a gaudy black and red van in the middle of the Yucatan jungle while he fucked his own cousin in wild abandon caused her to nearly collapse in hysterical laughter. All temptation to call her father died when she looked back at David and Barbara.
Barbara's blonde head was buried in David's lap, taking his half-slackened cock into her soft, warm mouth, her tongue swirling around his male flesh to bring it once again into blood-engorged stiffness. With a teasing little wet sucking sound she withdrew her luscious red lips from around the once more rigid rod with a smirk. "You really can go on forever, can't you darling? Come on! Fuck me again, David, darling, I was nearly cumming before and I've got to have that lovely cock back inside my cunt before I go out of my mind."
Turning to the silent Melissa, she added, "Do you like what you see? Doesn't he have the most beautiful cock in the world?" full well knowing that the inexperienced girl would hardly have any points of comparison and knowing also to what heights of unsatisfied lust the exhibition was driving the copal crazed girl. -"It's mine for now though, isn't it darling?" Barbara gazed up at her cousin with lust-filled eyes and spread her smooth white thighs wide apart to expose the thin, pink lips of her cunt streaming with the creamy white cum juice he had just pumped into her belly.
The erotic sight was more than invitation enough for David, and once more he slithered upward between her widespread thighs and shoved his thick rubberv cock-head forward to part her wetly quivering cuntal lips. Again, Melissa heard the little mewls and groans of pleasure coming from both of them and clamped her own thighs tightly together to try to calm the raging sensation which was irresistibly forcing her to press her hand onto her hotly pulsating pubic mound.
Never before in her life had she experienced such an irresistible sense of fascination; the passion-inciting sight of two people fucking and the wet obscene sucking sounds held her absolutely spellbound. Her voluptuous young breasts were throbbing with a desire of their own. Before easing her lace panties down over her thighs, Melissa checked to make sure Mike and Kenny weren't looking ... though she doubted that Kenny would take his eyes off the dangerous road long enough to press his face against the partition.
The very movement of slipping her jeans and silken little panties down over her shapely curved young hips to her knees gave Melissa an illicit thrill, a sense of abandonment that suited her move of running away, of new freedom. I just can't help it ... I don't care who sees my naked pussy ... I just have to do it! I'll go "crazy if I don't, the aroused young sixteen year old told herself. With eyes partly closed in sexual euphoria she watched David's rhythmic back and forth fucking motion, never quite drawing his rock-hard young cock all the way out, but leaving its tip just up inside his cousin's frantically nibbling cuntal flesh, driving her into a wilder sexual frenzy.
An electric-like jolt shot through Melissa, and she nearly cried out in alarm as she suddenly felt David's hand reach over and clamp over her own which was fingering her wildly pulsating clitoris. He pushed her fingers away and expertly massaged the silky cuntal flesh, drawing moisture from her hotly seeping vaginal hole to make the juicy bud of her clitoris even more slippery than it already was.
"Ooooooh my God . . . that's lovely! Yes . . . yes . . . more! More please . . . ohhhh . . . Ohhh David . . . you're fucking me with your finger!" Melissa was beside herself with ecstasy, her legs extended stiffly out in front of her aroused body and writhing licentiously around to the illicit thrill of being fingered by a man who was simultaneously fucking his beautiful young cousin with his heavily burgeoning cock. One corner of her mind rebelled against the perversity of the act, but she was powerless to move the hand which was teasing illicitly up into her virginal flesh . . . she never wanted it to stop! He was sliding his finger around her virginal young cunt-hole, teasing her, then with unbelievable pressure, flicking it obscenely around the twitching little tip of her clitoris. Melissa was in heaven, thrusting her now voraciously hungering vagina up to meet his lewdly searching finger. But he wouldn't finger it in far enough to take her virginity even though she desperately wanted him to as wave after wave of erotic sensation swept over her and violent tremors of erotically building ecstasy shot through her entire body.
"Aghhhh! Oooooooohhhhhh . . . I'm cummmmmiiinnnnngggg!" she moaned helplessly, thrashing her head from side to side and squirming her body uncontrollably, her face contorted in ecstasy.
Simultaneously, the frantically fucking couple groaned their release into each other's mouths, muttering unintelligible obscenities.
Melissa had never experienced anything like the climax which was still sending tingling delicious quivers through her body, and she realized with a start that both Barbara and David were looking at. her, legs spread apart with her jeans and panties halfway down her legs, her desire-satiated young pussy wet and exposed to their lewdly leering eyes. She blushed with embarrassment and hardly daring to look the two young cousins in the face, she awkwardly and somewhat reluctantly attempted to pull her jeans up to cover the patch of damp silken pubic curls nestling up between her firm young thighs; although it did strike her as being ridiculous - feeling ashamed when David and Barbara were totally naked and didn't seem to care if anyone saw them. She glanced at them shyly, seeing that they preferred her in the nude, and when Barbara leaned over to pull her jeans back off, Melissa hardly protested. .
This was David's cue to act. His semi-slack penis swinging lewdly about, he crouched up and pulled the shy virgin beside himself and his naked cousin, unbuttoning her shirt in the process. They both ignored her weak protests as Barbara completed the stripping by taking off her sandals.
Suddenly, in a dream-like haze of self-stimulated sexual excitement enhanced by the effects of the aphrodisiac, the teenage virgin found herself naked, her lithe young body being caressed and fondled all over in every intimate part by the strange boy and his equally strange cousin. Now Barbara was kissing her ripening little breasts, taking her small pointed nipples into her mouth one by one and nibbling them gently, sending fiery thrills down to her belly and pubic mound where a renewed throbbing of her clitoris caused her to writhe her nakedly exposed buttocks hotly around on the mattress. Barbara must be some kind of bi-sexual freak, the young girl thought.
As David changed his position so that he could kiss Melissa full on the mouth, his tongue that had minutes earlier licked his cousin's pussy so expertly darted between her lips; she felt searching fingers probing into her nakedly twitching cuntal slit, tenderly circling her clitoral bud, going a little further down in exploration of the entrance to her vagina.
"Aaah! Yes, please! Please darling David! I want you to take my virginity! Pleassseee!" the tortured young girl moaned. She reached down to guide his probing finger so that he could push his way through that awful barrier, her hyman! God! It was Barbara's hand! She was fingering her cunt! Instinctively, Melissa tried to pull away from the lasciviously probing finger - all her inhibitions and fears of lesbianism suddenly making her cringe away.
"What's the matter, darling? Haven't you been touched by another girl there before? You really must be an innocent child!" Barbara's voice sounded cynically superior.
"Of course I have!" Melissa lied. She really abhorred being referred to as a child. The word always conjured up a vision of Glenda in her mind. She supposed she'd just have to act it out, be as sophisticated as they expected her to be . . . besides, there was certainly something thrilling, being touched so intimately by a girl, especially one as seductively beautiful as Barbara. Before relaxing back against the mattress again to let David fondle her breasts and kiss her, Melissa nevertheless betrayed her innocence by saying: "You won't put your finger all the way in, will you Barbara?" and she heard the beautiful girl laugh.
"It's all right for you to take her virginity, David, but not me . . . Oh, I just knew she was really a virgin . . . grandfather will be so pleased!"
"Just shut up, Barbara! Pay no attention to her, Melissa," David replied gruffly and placed his arms comfortingly around the young girl, drawing her naked body close to his, pressing her firm young breasts protectively against his chest.
Melissa responded to his manly protective gesture, kissing him passionately and running her fingers down his spine to feel the taut muscles of his buttocks, something she had longed to do ever since she had seen his cousin caress him there. But she was still slightly shocked when David turned his head away to ask Barbara to take his penis in her mouth.
"Get your mouth right around it and tongue it underneath, you know how'I like it best!" he ordered his cousin. "I want to cum in your mouth while I'm kissing Melissa," the naked young man added lewdly.
Again Melissa wondered just how sophisticated she had to be to accept everything the depraved young couple did and said. But she was already in too deep now, there was no turning back.
Barbara's fingers were back at her tender little pussy, massaging the center of her cuntal excitement, and the innocent young girl watched as the blonde head bobbed up and down, greedily sucking and laving David's long, hard cock, gulping hotly at the throbbing rod of hot flesh buried deep up inside her widely ovalled lips.
Suddenly Melissa stiffened with anxiety as she began to have second thoughts about what she was doing, the full enormity of her depravity weighing on her mind. But she was in an inescapable position between these two lust-crazed cousins in the back of a crazy bumping van, and when David, who had been caressing the silken skin of her back, moved his hand slowly down over her ass cheeks and down to the softly yielding crevice between, worming his finger slightly up into her tightly clenched little anus, she was unable to avoid his probing finger or even to call out for help to Mike as his mouth was plastered tightly down over hers. Melissa stiffened her whole body as a mute protest at this obscene invasion of her most secret little orifice, hesitation racing through her muddled brain. But Barbara's expert knowing fingers swirling around in her openly spread cunt were arousing anew the fire in her loins and gradually Melissa relaxed her anal muscles around David's thickly intruding finger and allowed him to rotate it around up inside very gently. God! the nakedly spread young girl though brazenly, my pussy likes it! Ooooh god, how my pussy likes it! Yes, they can do anything they like with it and I'll do anything they want with it to them - she had never felt this aroused in all her life. Melissa realized with a lecherous thrill that David's fingers, which were now playing around her vaginal slit, were meeting the softly worming fingers of his cousin just up inside her steaming cunt lips. She could hear the wet, passion-driven little sucking sounds of Barbara's luscious lips working at David's rampant cock standing upright from his loins. The shaft was glistening wetly from Barbara's overflowing saliva as her fingers circled and teased lovingly around the base of it, stroking them hotly up and down in rhythm as she fucked also up and down with her tightly ovalled mouth. Her face, Melissa noticed, had changed as she labored heatedly over her cousin's loins. She was in a sexual rapture of her own, her breath coming in short, jerky spurts.
The air in the rear of the van was heavy with the musky, lust-inciting smell of sex and sweat, the odor of moist cunt and David's thick white orgasmic fluid, which she had seen dribbling down the inside of Barbara's whitely shimmering thighs. The attentions Melissa was receiving from the two intently working cousins were driving her to insane heights of sexual passion. She could feel her orgasm building within her, coaxed out of her by Barbara and David's nimbly teasing fingers in her open spread cunt. And then, suddenly she was cumming! It was impossibly wonderful, that she could reach a climax from another girl's fingers, but it was true, she was cumming ....
"David ... oh David, kiss me hard, quick! Oooohhh . . . ahhhh ... " she helplessly moaned up into his mouth, then louder, much louder, when Barbara moved her mouth from David's saliva-soaked cock and licked hotly up into her salaciously quivering cunt as her nerves burst all apart deep up inside and she reached the very apex of her mounting climax.
"Aaaahhh . . . Oh god . . . ooooo ..." her moans of delight at this unexpected thrill were louder than she thought - nor did she realize that Kenny in the front had left the intercom turned on.
It brought Mike out of his semi-coma. He sat up with a start, at first wondering where the hell he was; then realizing it was his sister's voice he was hearing, he panicked, believing Melissa was being raped in the back. He swung around, tried to pull down the glass partition, and when he found it impossible to move, tried to peer into the darkened interior. He could hardly see anything except vague forms of nakedly writhing human bodies. He looked question-ingly at Kenny, who only smiled stupidly back.
"Stop this goddamn truck, you bastard ... my sister's in trouble. Stop!" In his panic the boy imagined the driver was in the plot to rape and kidnap his siter, or some weird damn thing.
"Just cool it, Mike. Your sister is in no danger . . . Here, look for yourself . . . " Kenny slowed the van just in case the crazy kid tried to jump out.
"I looked already. Can't see anything back there, it's too dark," Mike complained, his fear turning to annoyance as he realized from Kenny's manner that Melissa had not cried out for help. Then what the hell was she moaning about?
"I'll tell them to turn on the light for you." The driver pressed the intercom button to speak, "Ladies and gentleman, our other guest wants to see if his sister is doing all right. Will you please turn on the center overhead light for him?"
"You've left your end of the intercom switched on again, haven't you, Kenny? How rude!" David replied. He turned on the center light and lay back against the pillows. "Little Mike," he said to Melissa, "will have to learn the facts of life soon enough, dear, so you and Barbara just continue with what you were doing."
Mike's face, pressed against the glass, went white. His sister, his own beautiful Melissa, his secret love was kissing or sucking one side of David's cock which was stiffly hardened, and his cousin Barbara, just as naked as Melissa, was sucking the other side of his cock! And the creep just lay back like some kind of king smiling at him!
"The goddamn bitch!" Mike muttered under his breath, turning his head to stare fixedly at the road.
Kenny snatched a quick look in the back to see what the startled boy had seen. "Lucky son of a bitch," was his comment as he took in the scene before the light was switched off.
The van had entered a small village and stopped for gasoline. Curious passers-by tried to peer inside the widows and Mike was afraid someone might call the local police, or whatever they had in this strange part of the world, if they saw his naked sister cavorting in the rear. Kenny only laughed and assured him the rear of the van was totally safe from prying eyes, unless David took it upon himself to remove the silk screen from the windows, in which case the natives would have quite a show.
"Don't worry, though, Mike. I think David is too involved with his present diversion to have even realized we've stopped. We aren't far from the villa . . .it's just this side of the ruins of Chichen Itza," Kenny said to assure the distraught boy, but the effect of his words seemed to have the opposite reaction.
"Say kid!" he added teasingly, "your sister is really a lot of fun. Bet she has lots of good friends at home, huh?"
Mike flushed with anger. He wanted to hit the driver across his filthy mouth, his heart sinking with the realization of what they must all think of Melissa, his beautiful older sister. All he could do was tell Kenny to shut up, and .for the rest of the trip he stared out the window, his young mind a tormenf of jealousy and rage, especially when he realized how embarrassed and ashamed he had been that night he had shot his white-hot sperm all over his sister's breasts, and later crawling on top of her sleeping body to do it again between the cheeks of her ass. Despite his anger now and the jealous pang in his guts, seeing her crouching naked in the back of the van with her lovely round buttocks only a few feet from his face, and seeing the gloriously voluptuous nude body of Barbara beside her, stirred his loins so much he felt his penis rising stiffly in his jeans. She's my sister, he thought to himself, if she can do that to David, a perfect stranger, she can sure as hell do it to me!, the boy reasoned.
Mike remained silent, ignoring any attempts at conversation made by the driver, and sat staring out the window. For the first time in .his young life, he was impervious to the bulge in his jeans, making no attempt to hide it and refusing to feel any shame.
CHAPTER FOUR
"As you know, Glenda, the word Uxmal literally means thrice built. I realize the fact that you are of the opinion that it was a mixture of soil exhaustion and decadence that caused the religious center to be abandoned for the first time, but have you considered the remarkable coincidence . . . Glenda? You aren't listening!" Raymond glanced across the table in the bar of their pension at his wife, who had been staring out the window the whole time he was talking. He had certainly expected a better reaction to his newly formed theory than what he had received. This siudy was the whole point of the trip, after all!
"I happen to be very worried about your children, Raymond. They should have been here long ago . . . how can you remain so calm without even knowing where they are, for God's sake!" Glenda's voice revealed her state of anxiety.
"Glenda," Raymond responded in a placating tone, "they truly aren't children in the first place. And, in the second place, it's quite possible that they met some local kids . . . I've seen a lot of young men giving Melissa the eye . . . "
"And that doesn't worry you?" Glenda asked incredulously, interrupting her husband's point by point logical explanation. "Honestly, Raymond, your naivete is bordering on stupidity . . . I've already told you I saw the girl naked with her own little brother in bed and ..." Something in the look Raymond shot at her across the table caused Glenda to stop in mid-sentence. She sighed heavily and asked Raymond to please order her another gin and tonic, remembering the resolution to herself to let him worry about his decadent brats alone.
Raymond simply could not understand what was bothering his wife. Why was she picking on the kids constantly, making those insane accusations? Perhaps she should see a psychiatrist when they got back home . . . didn't Herman Lewis see that guy at the university? He would have to be very careful in his approach to her, but obviously Herman's compulsion to seduce the young girls in his classes stemmed from the same sort of perversion gnawing at Glenda . . . some manifestation of sexual fulfillment, obviously. Well, it wasn't his fault, the well versed anthropologist consoled himself, he'd done all he could. Actually, he had done more than his share on this trip, something about the primitiveness of the place had taken hold of Glenda, making her a bit more approachable . . . yes, even desirable, he thought as he watched her sensuously heaving breasts under the cotton blouse she wore, for once not up to her neck.
His contemplation was interrupted by the desk clerk with a call for Professor Carey, he I said.
"Surely not the kids," Glenda commented, tense and genuinely concerned for their safety. Raymond got up from the table and went to the phone at the desk in the hall.
"Hi Daddy, it's me!" Melissa's voice sounded as if she were calling from Canada.
"Where are you, honey? We were getting a little worried."
"Daddy, we met some kids, Americans, and their grandfather lives down here in a villa near Chit . . . oh, I can't remember, you know, those old ruins that are fifty miles from Uzmal."
"Chichen Itza," Raymond provided, "Is that where you are?"
"Well, we're on the way . . . we're in a van . . . with a phone! Anyway, we didn't want you to worry, we're having a great . . . uh . . . time." David nibbled one of her nipples a little too hard.
"I think you had better come back here to Mereda, hon . . . Who are these people?" her father said, disconcerted.
"Oh ... uh ... it's Mr. Geltman's villa, he's the grandfather. David and Barbara are cousins and they're staying at their grandfather's villa and have invited Mike and me to spend the night. Oh, can't we please, Daddy? They're so much fun." She had to smile wryly to herself at the last statement. "Please Daddy?" she added, knowing that when it was him alone he never said no to her.
"Well, if you're sure they're nice people then it's okay by me, but I doubt if Glenda will be too pleased, your running off like this: I don't like it myself, so you be sure to be back here before noon tomorrow, or I'll come get you! And keep an eye on Mike!"
"Oh, thanks, Daddy, you're wonderful .. . here's a big kiss!" Raymond heard a loud kissing sound as David and Barbara kissed smackingly into the mouthpiece. "Love to Glenda . . . bye, Daddy!" The line went dead.
"Damn!" Raymond said vehemently. "Should have asked her if she had any money." He couldn't call back now, he realized, but maybe there would be a phone at the villa ... what was the name . . . ? Geltman, yes ... I must remember that, he thought.
Sitting back down at the table with Glenda, he said: "That was Melissa . . . they're on their way to a villa outside Chichen Itza." He waited expectantly for Glenda to express her relief. But no. "Who are they with?" was all she said.
Raymond was getting annoyed with her grim and sour attitude. "The name is Geltman, if that means anything to you!" he said sarcastically. Then added: "I'm perfectly sure they're fine, Glenda. Melissa is quite levelheaded,, and so is Mike. We know where they are, who they are with, and when they will return. Will you please stop your useless worrying? You and Iwill have a nice dinner and a few drinks together, without the kids for a change . . . does that sound so bad? Does it?" be urged, hoping to coax her into a good mood.
"All right, Raymond ..." she said, rather hesitantly, and quickly drained her drink.
As the two of them walked arm in arm out of the pension in search of a restaurant, Glenda seemed to have mellowed and talked happily about all her own rather carefully formulated and unique theories concerning the mystery of Uxmal. This was the woman he had married . . . no, she was not Angela, there would never be another Angela, he knew, although Melissa flashed across his mind for an instant. Raymond truly admired Glenda's mind, and, he noticed in the blue haze of evening, there was not a damn thing wrong with her body. In fact, it was incredible, with her full round hips so opulent in their lush softness and her breasts, at last free from their cruel restriction swaying gently with every step she took. Raymond wanted to skip dinner as he pretended to listen to her expounding brilliantly on her own theories.
When they finally chose a restaurant, Raymond made sure it was crowded so they would be able to spend ample time at the bar. Impulsively he reached forward on his barstool to feel her luscious breasts, causing a note of officiousness to creep back into her voice as she chided him: "Raymond! Please, not here . . . I mean, I think you've had enough to drink!"
Then, she noticed the look of sheer lust on his handsome face. A bolt of desire shot through her, in spite of herself, as she seemed to feel him touching her, making love to her right there in the bar. Oh Jesus, how she wanted him! Wanted him in a way that he would never know from their mild, almost dull sexual relationship. She had always been too frightened, too frightened of rejection to broach the subject to him, but this was different than any way he had looked at her before. She thought how ironic it was that just at the point she had resigned herself to give up on him and the children, on the whole situation, he had finally awakened to the fact that she was more than a receptacle for his occasional physical release . . . she was a woman, a very desirable woman!
"Comeon, honey," he muttered thickly as he pulled her away from the bar, "Let's go ... we can have something sent up to our room if we're still hungry . . . "
She let herself go limp as his hands reached for her, handling her shoulders roughly. They seemed to have been transported to their room at the pension on a lustful cloud as suddenly as she felt his- body pressing unceremoniously against hers, and through his pants she could feel his enormous erection. He growled a little as she ground against him, belly to belly, and Glenda could feel his cock poking hard into the softness of her stomach. She could smell the gin on his breath, but she didn't care, she only wanted to feel him inside her now, to cum again and again against his rigid cock.
"Oh Raymond darling . . . " she sighed. She began to kiss his neck and face, breathing in the familiar personal scent of his skin. This was what she had been hoping for the whole two years of their marriage . . . this passion so long denied, so long hidden.
His hands were working at the buttons of her blouse, and soon her breasts were free and responding to his hands. She wriggled a little to allow him to remove the rest of her clothing, and then stepped out of her skirt without removing her body from her husband's for an instant. Her lips sought his, and she forced her tongue as far back in his mouth as it would reach. She could feel his cock grow bigger against her naked belly, and impatiently, one of her hands went down to free it.
He was kneading her breasts as if they were bread dough, and Glenda thought that she would cum just like that if he kept it up much longer. His fingers fumbled against his zipper, and then she got hold of it and pulled it down. Reaching inside, she found the hot shaft of his penis and, marvelling once more at its size and hardness, she pulled it out through the opening of his pants. Happily, she held it in her hand, her tongue still exploring the far recesses of her husband's mouth, while his worked frantically around hers. She squeezed his cock gently, and then pulled the thin foreskin up over the rounded flesh of the head. Her husband groaned and a wave of lust spread between them. Glenda had rubbed the soft curling fuzz of her pussy against the hardened shaft of Raymond's cock, trying to stand on tip-toes so that its head would touch the soaking wet slit of her cunt. Pulling her hand downward, the blood-red head reappeared, and Raymond released his hold on Glenda's breasts, grabbing hold of her full, soft buttocks. Harshly cupping them, he pulled upwards, lifting her off from the floor, then, pivoting, pressing her back against the wall. He tried to position his swollen penis so that it would slide into the widespread opening of her pussy.
His cock slipped twice against the sensitive, curl-lined lips surrounding her upright clitoris, causing her to cry out with pleasure, and then, as he lifted her legs over his forearms, it was pressing against the tight little elastic opening of her vagina.
Glenda felt transported by desire. The lewd position that they were in was one that Glenda would have disapproved of normally, but tonight she was seeing things differently. The fact that her husband desired her was all that mattered., and she was willing to do anything, anything at all that he wanted. The smooth stucco wall pressed warmly against the small of her back, and her legs were wide open to him the way they were raised and locked high up around his back. But she was somehow proud of him for being strong enough to hold her up like that, and the thought that he might have fucked Angela this way many times before only flicked across her mind in a brief moment of jealousy before disappearing. All that mattered was the moment. And at the moment Raymond was fucking up into her like a maddened bull, ramming his- bloated cock upward into her aching pussy, pinning her like a butterfly against the wall.
She cried out because it hurt at first, clutching her arms tight around his neck but the pain quickly subsided, and she felt an acute stab of blind, white-hot desire.
Raymond was using every ounce of strength that he had. He had made love to Angela, just like this, years ago, but it had been easier then. He was much younger, and Angela was a diminutive hundred and five, small, like Melissa. But Glenda was slightly larger, and much as he liked the position, he felt as though he couldn't hold out too long.
He was going to have to put her down and fuck her another way. She was wiggling and twisting about so much that they were both going to end up on the floor any minute! As easily as he could, he slipped his cock down and out of his wife's hungrily gripping pussy, and set her back on her feet. Ignoring her anguish, he led her towards the bed.
Glenda followed, her face a mask of desire, unfulfillment like a live creature inside her. She had been on the verge of cumming, when Raymond suddenly pulled out of her. She followed, sheep-like to the bed, and lay down on her back, legs lewdly splayed, watching as her husband removed his clothing. She stared at his cock, after he had taken off everything, and mulled over the idea that such a simple instrument could be the source of so much complicated drive and frustration.
As he climbed onto the bed, Glenda was momentarily confused when he did not fuck up into her impatiently waiting cunt immediately. She blinked and opened her eyes again after having closed them in submissive anticipation. Before her hung two large, sperm-filled testicles suspended below her husband's heavily throbbing cock. It bobbed obscenely before her eyes, actually striking her on the forehead, and she felt a moment of concern as Raymond's wide-spread thighs straddled her, and he moved downward so that the head of his cock would be able to reach her mouth. Quickly, she tried to adjust her attitude. It would be the first time they had done this, and she felt that once she got used to the whole idea she may even be able to get a measure of satisfaction from it. Anything was better than the mechanical robot-like way he usually fucked her, anything! She allowed what she considered the absolute depravity of ihe situation to add new waves of desire to her already passion-inflamed brain. She would abandon herself completely to Raymond this way, and then later could feel his cock striking at the very center of her being, quelling the hunger she felt high up in her cunt.
The moistly seeping tip brushed against her lips, and Glenda opened her mouth to enclose it. Forming a circle, she softly surrounded the entire knob of the head, feeling it quiver against her teeth as she strained her mouth still wider. Raymond grunted and flicked his hips forward, and then the entire shaft, slippery from her saliva and the slight bit he had already cum, began to slide toward the rear of her throat. Glenda swallowed quickly while she was able to, and then felt the force of her husband's cock pressing far back against her tonsils. She began io gag as its huge bulk momentarily cut off her breathing passages. She could feel her husband's naked buttocks grazing sensuously down against her breasts when he would juggle them ?wnward without letting his full weight down on her. Then, a second later, when he started fucking in and out of her mouth with smooth, even strokes, her nipples began to itch and swell and she felt a salacious little tingling in her lips where the heated length of his thickly burgeoning hardness glided past. His cock began to feel very pleasantly warm in her mouth, and when it struck hard toward the back of her throat, she started to groan and mewl around it with intense pleasure. She could hear his voice coming from what seemed like a great distance off, egging her on with urgent demands that she continue. If only he were fucking my cunt like this, Glenda thought, beginning to twist her hips upward, hoping to attain some satisfaction in the area of her loins, but there was nothing to press against. She began to rub her thighs together compulsively, squeezing the tightly swollen lips of her cunt lasciviously, lewdly, against each other, while her mouth continued to receive the much desired brunt of her husband's lewd, in and out fucking. If she could have spoken, she would have begged him to crawl between her thighs and take her now, immediately, to fuck up into her tormented vagina with one long, hard, cunt-shattering thrust. One would do it . . . just one and she would explode into a million ecstasy-honed pieces! Her entire body prayed for relief as her back arched high, her firm, full breasts, nudging upward against her husband's lewdly gyrating asscheeks, while his cock expanded a little more each time it entered her mouth, stretching and pulling against its own, already drum-tight skin. Raymond became more and more excited, riding on top of his wife's huge voluptuous breasts, his cock fucking smoothly up into her slavishly working mouth. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to be sucked off and he would have never believed Glenda would be able to do such an excellent job. Her soft, full lips, and something about the very shape of her mouth on the inside, made for the most excellent cocksuck he had ever had. It was also very nice to be able to stuff up her mouth, something he -had often imagined himself doing whenever she started in with her bitching and complaining about the kids.
"Suck it honey! Suck it!" he urged, beginning to puff and pant heavily above her now slightly perspiring face. He wasn't as young as he used to be, he realized.. Only a few years ago he would hardly have been out of breath. But at least there's nothing wrong with the old cock, he thought with some satisfaction, as he felt its hardness thudding rhythmically against ihe back of Glenda's mouth. He could feel her tongue flattened on the underside of it, and occasionally her teeth would lightly scrape the lightness of the shaft. He noted, though, that it felt good when that happened, and allowed his cock to pull completely out of her mouth, only to plunge back in.again to the hilt, his balls smacking obscneely down against the underside of her chin. The large firm mounds of her tits felt damned good poking against his ass, he thought, and the wetness of her mouth surrounded his almost impossibly bloated cock with a pleasurable warmth. The wet, slicky sound of his penis sliding in and out rose in the still air of the little bedroom, as Raymond felt the first warning signal begin that he was going to cum. It just felt too good to stop. He had intended to stop at the last minute and cum inside her cunt, but now it was too late for that. He just couldn't stop an orgasm like the one he felt coming up!Every muscle was tense and he felt his thighs trembling from the strain of kneeling for such a long time. The tendons in his neck were standing out, and perspiration from his head and chest was dripping down onto the sheets and onto Glenda's hungrily slaving face. "Oh, Christ!" he grunted. It was starting, coming on like a locomotive. He started to fuck into her mouth harder, unmindful of the tiny little gurgling sounds emanating from Glenda's throat. His cock was so hard, he felt, like he could have broken rocks with it! Frantically, he tangled his hands in his wife's long brown hair and cupping them under her head, brought her mouth forward to meet the first heavily jetting stream of his cum.
"Aaaah . . . AAAAAARRRGH!" Holding her mouth pinned tight to his wildly exploding cock, he felt his cum striking against the roof of her mouth and ricocheting crazily around inside, while Glenda emitted helpless little strangling sounds of distress beneath him. As the last dregs of pleasure left his rapidly deflating hardness, Raymond sighed and released his hold on his wife's head, slumping a little as it began to slither wetly out from her cum-flooded mouth. He rested his haunches wearily on her chest for an instant as he watched her swallowing desperately to regain her ability to breathe again.
"Raymond!" Glenda cried out ... at last free to speak . . . "You're hurting me . -. . lift up!"
Raymond allowed his cock to retreat limply from his wife's mouth, a thin white string following it, and rolled over to the side, collapsing heavily on the bed beside her.
"That was absolutely fantastic, honey," he sighed, the memory of his pleasure still vivid in his cock.
Glenda looked over at him with an unbelieving horror. It was dawning on her that Raymond had no intention of satisfying her, indeed that he was powerless to do so at the moment. The finality of his obviously weakened state told her that there was no use waiting, or trying to arouse him again. It just wasn't going to happen! At first it seemed impossible to her that she could be so aroused, and then have to go without "satisfaction. But then as she continued to stare at her husband's already satiated, dozing body, she saw that it all fit into the possible coming pattern of her life. It might always be like this, the frustrated woman thought, the tears at last welling up in her brown eyes.
Angrily, she jumped up from the bed and ran into the shower, hoping to scrub away all traces of desire under a powerful flood of icy water. Instead, the primitive tiled shower could offer no more than a weak trickle of tepid water, slightly discolored from the rusty pipes. She felt like a complete fool! Tears of frustration and anger flowed copiously from her eyes as she allowed her naked body to sink limply against the coolness of the tiled walls onto the floor of the shower, where she remained until she regained her normal state of numb resignation and arose to return slowly to the bed . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
Kenny turned on the intercom in the black van once again to announce the approach to "Villa Geldman" for the benefit of the passengers in the back. Melissa, Barbara, and David all began the scramble, to dress, laughing as they found them selves grabbing each other's clothes.
"Barbara, won't you please tell me about the sacrifice and the orgy you had last night?" Melissa asked her new friend and lover. Barbara looked at her cousin, David, as if to ask his permission and he answered her look with a nod of his head.
"Well, darling ..." Barbara drawled, pleased with the young girl's expression of excitement, "it was a simple affair . . . a human sacrifice, proceeded by an orgy of celebration."
"Oh, you don't mean , . . you're not going to tell me that someone was . . . was . . . ' Melissa couldn't bring herself to say the word.
"We sacrificed a hymen, Melissa, dear, to the god Yuncemil, the lord of death. The virginity barrier, that which separates you from me . . . oh, it was quite lovely!" Barbara enjoyed teasing pretty young girls, especially ones who took a fancy for her cousin.
"Uh . . . who did it belong to? I mean who was the victim?" Melissa faltered, somehow frightened by the cold manner in which Barbara spoke of sex.
"She was hardly a victim darling, more like a guest of highest honor. The ceremony was also her initiation rite into our little group. Dear Anna, she had waited so long for last night . . . almost her whole life, I suppose, although she is quite young."
"Is she a relative?" Melissa questioned. "Not by blood, but by virtue of her initiation." David answered, smiling at her with a strange light in his eyes.
"Well, it does sound exciting." Melissa said. After the way David kissed her and fondled her naked body, the naive teenager expected him to be practically at her feet, the way Mike idolized her. Now, the rich youth sat back in his red shirt and black pants with his arm around his beautiful blonde cousin. She's just too damn sexy, Melissa thought with a jealous pang. She even had me liking her kisses . . . !
It was evening when the van pulled into the long winding drive up to the sprawling hacienda. At first glance the huge ediface appeared to be no more than a hill or cave, it was so covered with foliage, but as they walked up the wide stone steps to the heavy iron gate, Mike and Melissa could see that the building was built like a monastery with an elaborate facade of carving over the doorway. A thick-set, long haired, balding man opened the heavy wooden doors and greeted David: "Good evening, young, sir ... a pleasant journey, I hope."
"Quite, Tutul, thank you." David stated simply, and informed him that Mike and Melissa would be staying for awhile.
"Oh, just for the night," Melissa blurted out. Poor Mike, she thought, He's furious with me! She decided that he would simply have to face facts and get over his puppy love, having newly acquired what she considered a great deal of sophistication she could hardly be bothered with a kid like him. He needed an older girl like Barbara to teach him about love, Melissa thought, as she noticed him dragging forlornly behind as they followed Tutulinto what David referred to as the great hall . . .
At the far end of the hall was a figure dressed in a long black robe and a scarlet plumed headdress. Melissa almost giggled at the sight of the old man in his frantic garb.
"It's our grandfather," Barbara whispered, hearing Melissa's little gasp of surprise. "He thinks he is the incarnation of the god, Chin . . . god of vice, you know. He's really quite harmless though, don't let him frighten you."
"Good evening, all," the old man smiled and spread open his arms in welcome. "Well . . . what what have we here . . . who are these delightful young strangers in our temple?" he said looking from Mike to Melissa.
David introduced the brother and sister to Grandfather Geldman whose dark eyes narrowed to two black slits as he stared intently at Melissa.
"Pretty little thing," he said softly as he squeezed her hand. "And very young, too." He raised his bushy eyebrows at his grandson who imperceptibly nodded without Melissa noticing. She did hear his long drawn out, "Aaaaahhhh!"
"And the younger brother?" His query sounded to Melissa as though he were addressing thin air and again she missed David's nod to the raised bushy eyebrows.
"How very fortunate, David! Meeting such charming young people. Where exactly did you meet?" Barbara told him: "At the ruins of Uxmal."
"HOW ABSOULTELY PERFECT!-TUTUL! TUTUL XIU!!" he bellowed, startling Mike who was in total awe of the tall old man in his weird outfit.
Tutul brought in a large tray full of glasses of copal. When they all had a glass in their hands, Grandfather Geldman raised his glass and announced:
"To our Anna!" They all chorused back, "Anna!" while the young girl, whose virginity had been sacrificed the night before, acknowledged the toast with a bow to her friends and a courtesy to the grandfather.
The old man turned to Melissa. "That's the way to do it, my dear!" He raised his glass again. "And here's to the next celebration, and to Yucemil ... to Cukulan . . . and . . . "
David interrupted his grandfather. "I think Kenny wants to go home, grandfather ... it is late . . . !
The grandfather drained his glass before dismissing Kenny and Anna, then Barbara led Melissa towards one of the chambers situated on a level below the great hall. The young virgin asked if it would be okay if her brother accompanied them. He hadn't quite recovered from his first taste of copal, she explained. Barbara understood: Mike was feeling lost. Such a nice looking kid, she thought, suddenly aware of Mike's good looks and strong build . . . Barbara's perverse mind began to scheme on how to get him to fuck her sometime during the night . . . too much! Of course he's a virgin, like his sister!
As she led the two teenagers down a broad flight of stairs past grotesque and unauthentic images of Maya gods incongruously standing beneath portraits of lecherous looking Geld-man's, Barbara offered to explain the history -behind her grandfather's strange retirement in Mexico.
"Well," the beautiful blonde said, looking back over her shoulder to the hall where her grandfather stood staring at the moon-shaped buttocks he could see under his lovely grandaughter's see-through clothing. "Though you may find it hard to believe, my grandfather was at one time a very powerful real estate executive in the southwest. He amassed a huge fortune, no one really knows the exact extent of it, and about ten years before his retirement, he began investing in land here in Mexico . ..."
She led them along a passageway to a large bedroom with a double bed and a view over a garden filled with moonlight and shadows.
Melissa thrilled at the spookiness of the garden, the high walls around it and the jungle beyond, and as she associated spookiness somehow with sexiness, the thrilling feeling gripped her loins and her warm little cunt felt luxuriously alive.
While Barbara sorted gowns for Melissa to choose, all of which were some variation of red and black, she went on with her explanation of how the huge "Villa Geldman" as it was referred to by the natives, came into being.
"I suppose grandfather always was eccentric," she continued, pleased that Mike was appreciating what he could see of her body through her diaphanous clothes. "Andrew Geldman had become fascinated by the Mayan legends and myths of virgin sacrifices and formed a club with a few of his friends who had enjoyed fucking young girls back home. He saw no advantage in a quiet retirement, and neither did any of his crowd, who were all very, very, rich." Barbara said.
She looked to see if Mike was shocked, not knowing if he would approve of girls saying "fuck". He was wide-eyed with interest.
"Most of the members were quite used to having anything they wanted and were more than ready to support the club in hopes of relieving their boredom with the more ordinary persuits of pleasure, so a rather unique cult was formed, modeled somewhat haphazardly after the obeisance to the ancient deities." Barbara had offered Melissa a scarlet dress of transparent silk, to try on.
Mike, sitting on the bed began to get up to leave as he thought they expected him to do, but his sister told him to stay where he was. "You've seen me naked often enough." she said casually, unsuccessfully trying to deceive Barbara into believing there was nothing going on between brother and sister.
"Did they have anything to do with devil worship and stuff like that?" Melissa asked. "And by the way, who is Yuncemil and all those other weird names?" For almost the first time that day Mike laughed, remembering the absurd sight of Mr. Geldman in his headdress and robes as he made the toast to Anna and then to the others.
"Not as such ..." said Barbara, "but the God Chin, to whom Grandfather took a special liking was the god of vice and the great lover of sacrifice . . . There's no reason to any of it, Grandfather incorporates into the club what ever strikes his fancy, and the others always agree because they are all only minor gods incarnates. They're all a bunch of nuts, and David is quite influenced by the whole thing," Barbara said with annoyance clouding her beautiful face. Then, she said more brightly, "Whatever ... it certainly beats spending the summers in Kansas City!"
Mike had watched Melissa in the mirror as she had stripped naked and Barbara slipped the dress over her head. Goddamn! He could see her body more clearly through her dress than Barbara's body through hers.
"What do you think, Mike - do you like it?" his sister asked him, turning around so he could see her breasts and the soft little blonde ringlets of pubic hair below her belly.
"It's like not wearing anything, at all!" He thought it would be terrific if it were for only him to see, but the idea of her wearing it around others seemed a bit much.
"Maybe I should wear something underneath, Barbara."
Barbara very willingly helped her off with the dress, provocatively touching the teenager's naked breasts as she did so.
Barbara continued her story of her grandfather while she dressed and undressed Melissa in various gowns, noting how Mike lasciviously stared at his sister's nakedness. To really arouse him so that he would get a raging erection sitting enthralled on the bed, Barbara also stripped, using the excuse that she wanted to find something different to wear.
"It seems the club was not accepted by the citizens of most of the towns in which they had attempted to establish themselves, so by a stroke of luck, Grandfather was able to purchase this old abby which is not in the confines of any township. Of course the old buggar is convinced he was led to this by Chin . . . or so he says. It's very strange about Grandfather, nobody knows if he really believes any of this or not . . . it's good fun though." Barbara bent over to lace her sandals, her naked, smoothly flaring young buttocks close to Mike's flushed face. His young cock was painfully stiff in his tight jeans.
"I want to go show David my dress," Melissa exclaimed, satisfied that she did look terrific in the red silk piped in black velvet. As soon as Melissa left the room, Barbara asked Mike straight out if he had an erection! She stood directly in front of the startled boy whose already flushed face turned as red as his sister's dress.
He couldn't speak, wanting so badly to rouch the beautiful blonde, but he was frozen to where he sat. All that crazy talk about the old man gave him the creeps, but Barbara, standing there nude in front of him with her exciting golden cunt hair close enough to touch, was about to drive him crazy! My God! She was unzipping his fly!
Mike couldn't have moved even if he'd wanted to. The lovely girl he had seen sucking David's cock in the van reached in his pants and pulled out his own hard erection and held it in her hand!
"I hope you don't mind, Mike ... I just wanted to look at it ... do you mind?" she said sweetly.
Mike shook his head dumbly. Then, the beautiful Barbara lowered her head, her blonde tresses falling over her face, and slipped the head of his erectly pulsating cock between her soft lips, and slowly sucked it up into her mouth. She was fascinated by stiff young virgin jocks.
"Ooooohhh Jesus!" he exclaimed in a stricken voice, flopping back on the bed. This a as the last thing he'd expected her to do!
Barbara sucked for several minutes then stood up. "That's enough for now you precious little boy . . . you musn't tell anyone. It's our cret . . . okay?"
He shook his head affirmatively, staring up at the ceiling. He thought he must be losing his mind, all this couldn't be real. How could a guy live his life for fourteen years and then suddenly all in one day get drunk on some weird drink he'd never heard of, watch his sister suck some guy off in the back of that crazy van, end up in a freaky old man's clubhouse and then have that sexy Barbara suck his cock! It was enough to drive a fella out of his mind! He couldn't look at her. If he did, he knew that just one more look at her tits and her cunt and he'd cum right there all over her just like he had on his sister's naked ass the other night. He didn't dare zip up his fly - he'd only have to touch his rigid cock and he'd for sure cum.
"Well, I'm ready, I'm going back upstairs, see you there, Mike darling," he heard her say. He waited until the door closed, then went to the bathroom to splash cold water over his highly stimulated erection until it was slack enough to stuff back into his pants.
While the girls and Mike were upstairs, David's grandfather had taken him to the study where the eccentric old man quizzed him on the details of how he had managed to get the two young virgins to the villa.
"You've done well, my boy ... I only wish you had called me from the van so I could have had more time to make preparations. It's been ages since we've had a double sacrifice, young virgin boys are almost impossible to come by these days! And brother and sister at that . . . oh, you have done well!
David enjoyed staying with his grandfather. He was able to do as he pleased and was given a generous allowance, use any of the cars, and entertain his friends in the house, with free access to any of its facilities. All his grandfather asked in return was that David bring him a virgin whenever he could - she must not be a local girl, preferably foreign, and she must be young and pretty. The gods may become angry if they were offered dried or spoiled fruit, was the old man's reasoning.
Grandfather Geldman decided he'd have to think of something special for the boy, not having had a sacrificial boy for years, and he would have to ask the advice of Tutul. Tutul was a damned good assistant and master of ceremonies, he insisted.
Tutul, named after a leading Mayan chief tan, had been a close friend and associate of Andrew .Geldman for years. Although not having the required sum of money to donate in order to become an incarnate god, because of his loyalty and service, Geldman bestowed the title of chief tan and instructed him into the club rites.
"The brother and sister are expected back in Mereda tomorrow, grandfather. The girl told her father on the phone in the van where she was going . . . don't suppose I should have let her make the call."
David had an ulterior motive in saving the girl for his grandfather. He would be leaving Mexico at the end of the summer and was hoping for a handsome sum to take back to school with him when he returned. Finding
Melissa and Mike had been a sheer stroke of luch, if the girl really were a virgin. Barbara thought she was, and Barbara was seldom wrong in these matters.
"Yes," his grandfather said with annoyance, "that was not very wise, letting her call her family. Oh well, what's done can't be undone . . . Let me think, now . . . what about Barbara? Do you think she would be willing to assist in the boy sacrifice?"
"If it involves sex, I feel quite certain our lovely Barbara will do anything, Grandfather." David smiled at the thought of- Barbara, she really was quite something!
"Have to think about it -. . . I'll ask Tutul . . . where is he? It must be something spectacular, out of the ordinary, you know? Special occasion and all that. Select group, maybe a bonfire. Must confer with Tutul. TUTUL!" he bellowed.
"Ah - aha! My dear Miss - er, Melissa, yes . . . how lovely you look in red. Lovely, yes . . . very lovely." The old man had leaped to his feet when Melissa unexpectedly walked into the study looking for David, giving them both a surprise. It was obvious from the girl's manner that she hadn't overheard their weird conversation. David examined the borrowed clothes with more interest than his grandfather, remembering the fresh, youthful body underneath him in the van and how tempted he was to fuck the little virgin while Barbara gripped her tightly around the breasts. Now, while his eccentric, egotistical and most probably insane grandfather worried over his evil schemes for the girl, he had to keep up a pretense of respecting the young girl's virginity. Cynically, he didn't care a damn what happened to the girl or her brother as long as it didn't interfere with his luxurious freedom, but he looked forward to the night's ceremonies.
"Tell me, my dear, are your parents satisfied that you're all right? There was too much at stake to risk being raided by the authorities, Geldman thought, really irritated at his grandson's stupidity in allowing her to call her parents.
"Oh, yes sir ... I called to tell them that we were in good hands." The infatuated girl gazed longingly at David who put his arm around her waist and kissed her on the forehead, bringing a smile to the old man's lips. It did help when they fell for David, he smirked.
"We are holding a banquet in your honor tonight, my dear," he saicj to Melissa.
"TUTUL!" he called out again, his voice echoing down the dank corridors. Faintly, from the west wing they could hear Tutul reply hoarsely that he was on his way.
"And later," the old man continued, "we will show you our ceremonial caves . . . David, have you made arrangements about the keys?"
"Right away, Grandfather. Excuse me, Melissa." And David left her with his grandfather and Tutul, who had at last come into the room.
"You must excuse us, Melissa - Tutul and I have some important things to discuss, very boring ... if there's anything you want ask Barbara. And please, dear, think of this as your home."
When Melissa left the room the polite smile on the old man's face was replaced by an expression of evilness as he whispered to his manservant: "Get the members to the cave before midnight ... they're both virgins . . . the girl and the boy! Tell everyone to wear their masks ... our guests have a father in Mereda, and one never knows ... he could show up. I doubt that he will, but we can't take chances. I'm afraid you'll have to stay on duty here, old man . . . terribly sorry." Tutul nodded disappointedly, hating to miss out on the sacrifice. "Look, if the father doesn't arrive by midnight, you can join us at the cave. How's that? Does that make you happier?" Tutul's face broke into a lascivious grin. "Now, how's our little banquet coming along?" Tutul explained that the cook was working on it and that he was preparing the copal.
"Make it good and strong, but help me keep an eye on David ... he might get too much and ruin himself for the big finale."
"Yes, Lord Chin," Tutul said, and left to make the necessary calls to the select group of club members who made their homes in other expensive villas in the jungle and surrounding area for the sole purpose of the club's activities. In the great hall Barbara was explaining to Melissa how her grandfather had spent a fortune having the caves dug out. "But why does he want us to see them tonight?" Melissa asked. "It seems so crazy!"
"Of course it is, darling, that's the fun!" Barbara answered. "Besides, there's a full moon tonight,. . . its tradition. I promise, tonight will be an experience you'll never forget!"
"Gee, I can hardly wait!" Melissa saw herself and David together in the moonlight, the handsome young man lifting her gown up over her knees, her buttocks, her breasts . . . how beautiful it would be to give her virginity to David in the garden, under the stars. Of course she would have to get him away from Barbara . . . from everyone.
Seeing the young girl day-dreaming, Barbara sensed she was lusting after her cousin. "David will probably accompany you to the caves, but be careful, its easy to get lost ..." she said encouraging the young girl to look forward to the nights festivities. "Do you know something, Melissa?" Barbara said with cruel intent, "I think David is in love with you." Her purpose was twofold: she wanted to give the virgin false hope as well as find out just how infatuated she was with David. Sure enough, Melissa's eyes lit up with excitement. "There could be one problem thought," she went on, teasingly examining the innocent teenager. "He's hesitant with virgins, I don't know .vhy ..." Melissa's face clouded. So the silly little thing really is a virgin, thought the perverse and vicious Barbara. Wanting her to admit it outright, Barbara asked her if she was, and Melissa nodded, verging on tears.
"Oh Barbara, what should I do?" she plaintively asked.
"Well, for one thing, you mustn't worry ... I'm sure it will work itself out . . . one way or the other."
There was something about Barbara's manner that worried Melissa. She was being too nice, too helpful to bring her and David together. What if Barbara intended to deflower her with her fingers! How horrid! It was different in the van, David was there, and kissing her. It was kind of an orgy. Her first orgy! She had no idea she could ever be so insanely aroused to finger herself in front of someone, althought she realized that the whole scene had been really exciting, with David making love to his cousin and three of them naked, doing things Melissa had only heard about.
Suddenly the thought of her young brother crossed her mind and Melissa shuddered at what she was considering: to have Mike deflower her so the way would be smooth for David. What in the world is wrong with me? the horrified girl thought, realizing depraved she was becoming to even consider the incestuous act!
The young girl's thoughts were shattered by the sound of a furiously ringing bell. "That's it," Barbara said, becoming excited about the upcoming sacrifice and looking at Melissa with renewed interest, imagining how impressive the young girl's pale-skinned naked virgin body would look on the sacrificial alter. "That's Grandfather's signal for everyone to join him for drinks in the study before the banquet."
"Come in, my beauties," the old man greeted the two girls, naked under their long gowns, as they entered the study. "Here, take a glass of sacred brew ... a special brew of copal and yet another, even more prized ingredient."
Melissa accepted her glass and cautioned her brother about drinking too much. "Remember what happened in the van, this is the same stuff, only I think its stronger!"
Mike nodded and looked balefully toward the door. Melissa followed his glance and saw David walking into the room. The young girl wondered how she could be a real virgin and still feel so heatedly sexy in her pussy whenever she looked at the handsome young man. When she had drained her glass of the copal brew she felt she may have to go to the powder room, for the feeling between her legs was mounting, irresistibly. If Barbara had wanted to finger her now, she could: if Mike had wanted to fuck her she would welcome it. To get relief from the effects of the aphrodisiac, the girl sat on the arm of a chair and crossed her legs, bare under the dress. By flexing her muscles she found she could satisfy the demands of her clitoris throbbing between the lips of her bare pussy.
Knowing how effective the special drink was on anyone not used to it, David looked for signs of sexual excitement in the young Melissa, but all he saw was her sitting on the arm of the chair, swinging her legs and smiling. He went over to personally refill her glass.
It was late in the evening when Glenda pulled herself out of the shower and lay beside her husband in hopes of getting some rest, but she couldn't sleep. Besides her own deep frustration, she was possessed by an instinctive, persistant worry about Mike and Melissa.
Giving up on sleep, she dressed and went downstairs. She would call the Geldman's. It would make Melissa very angry, she knew, but at least her mind would be at ease, and Melissa would find something else to be angry about soon enough anyway.
She appealed to the desk clerk. Would he please try_ to find the telephone number of a Se�or Geldman who lived in a villa near the ruins of Chichen Itza. Surely there could be only one Geldman in the area . . .
"Se�or Geldman?" the clerk asked, giving her a strange look.
"Yes . . . Geldman," Glenda said. At least there was such a person, Glenda felt relieved to know.
"No, se�ora, I don't know him, although I've heard of him ..."
The clerk called information, but was unable to get the number. "I'm sorry, se�ora, it's not listed."
"Oh dear," Glenda sighed. "The children are there, and for some silly reason I felt worried, but ..."
"Excuse me se�ora, but you know the se�or Geldman?"
"No, actually, we don't."
"Then, according to the things I've heard, perhaps you have reason to worry." the clerk said, raising his eyebrows.
"What do you mean!" Glenda blurted out. What was the man trying to say, for God's sake?
"Well, I don't know anything for certain, you know how rumors get started ... he's a rather eccentric man . . . and the people around here are very superstitious, as you know ..."
"Oh, please!" Glenda said impatiently, "What are you-inferring?"
"It's said he heads some sort of cult . . . some strange group of your countrymen have come here to practice a type of black arts ..."
"My GOD!" Glenda ran up the stairs and shook her husband awake, shouting for him to get dressed. No it wasn't a fire, it was his children. No, not an accident . . .
"Then calm down." he mumbled fuzzily through his hangover.
The frightened woman explained that Geldman's number was unlisted and that he was some sort of nut who practiced the black arts. She suggested they call the police and Raymond felt there was nothing to do but go talk to the clerk himself and get to the bottom of her wild story.
Glenda followed him downstairs and listened to the clerk's story again. "He never bothers with local girls, se�or, but when foreign girls come here he often arranges for them to visit his villa . . . nobody really knows for sure what goes on, but if she were my daughter, I wouldn't allow it, no se�or!"
The clerk showed them the quickest route to the villa and in a few moments they were in the rented jeep, headed through the jungle to the villa near Chichen Itza.
CHAPTER SIX
Barbara sat next to Mike at the huge banquet table in the dining room of the Geltman villa. The poor young boy could hardly think of eating with his cock throbbing and painfully stiff ever since the drinks in the study, and, when he could stand it no longer, he looked around furtively and undid the top of his pants under cover of the tablecloth. He simply had to relieve the pressure. His young cock was raging inside his jeans, and he was nearly out of his mind.
The boy's dark eyes suddenly widened and he nearly choked on the ham when he felt Barbara's soft, cool hand pressing against his bulging crotch and move slowly over his never-ending erection. He looked straight ahead, motionless and semi-stunned from the thrilling surprise of the beautiful girl's sexy gesture. How did she know he had an erection and that it was sticking halfway out of his open pants?
Sitting at the head of the table was old Grandfather Geltman, still wearing his plumed headress, his eyes glazing from his fourth glass of the strong copal brew. There was a new guest, a cronie of Mr. Geldman's, the brother and sister assumed, sat at his left, also dressed in strange attire. Melissa sat to the right of the host and at the far end of the table sat David with his friends Kenny and Anna on either side. Large candlesticks on the table provided the only light, as Tutul served the dinner.
Barbara longed for somethning different to drink, champagne, maybe, any but the usual old orgy-time copal. She was bored with the aphrodisiac, being always ready to screw anyway, she realized, she hardly needed any stimulation. She had complained'to her cousin, but he was unable to arrange anything else for her, so she sat at the table, enduring the banquet until the real fun began. She had also assured her cousin that they were both virgins, and that their grandfather could prepare for the double sacrifice with total assurance that Barbara.knew a virgin when she saw one.
The banquet, she knew, would be a bore, except for those who had not experienced a family dinner at the hall before a night out in the cave. Barbara was cynical about the whole performance, bloodthirsty as she was, and she found that her cousin was becoming more and more involved with their grandfatrher's silly games. At first it was just to placate the old man to receive his favors, but with David lately, it had become more serious.
Barbara found herself beginning to feel more attracted to Tresh faced young kids with pure white cocks and pink cock heads that turned purple in her mouth.
She knew from experience that one glass of the brew was enough to bring kids unaccustomed to the powerful aphrodisiac to a state of continuous near-orgasm ... if they didn't pass out from the actual strength of the alcohol as Mike had done in the van ... so she was sure he had an erection by now. She was pleasantly surprised, however, to discover with her exploring fingers that his darling young penis, hard and throbbing to her touch, was protruding part of the way out of his pants! How she would love to look at it under the table! She thought about dropping her napkin, but decided the light would not be strong enough under the tablecloth. At least the banquet was becoming a bit more exciting, she thought with a lewd, anticipatory little grin.
It would be a new experience, to have a young boy cum in her hand at the banquet table. The idea amused the jaded girl and she wanted to tell everyone what she was doing, but that would of course spoil the fun. Besides, it would possibly cause the kid to lose that lovely hot hard-on he was now shoving forward against her hand as he drew his chair closer to the table and shyly looked at her with those wide, dark eyes.
Mike was further stimulated by his position at the table, sitting beside Melissa on his left and Anna across from him. The three girls were wearing those see-through dresses and even in the candlelight their breasts were clearly defined and more importantly, their nipples, which were all standing out like ripe little cherries. He wished that he could slip off his shoe and reach over and touch his sister's pussy with his toe, she looked so lovelv.
He was so aroused he blamed Barbara for his state, sucking his cock like she did before dinner and stopping before he could cum! And that striptease she and Melissa did for him . . . wow! Melissa was nearly three feet away from him, although she was sitting next to him at the table, and he was beginning to forget that she was even there, or that anyone was there except the beautiful blonde who was sitting beside him with her roundly upilted tits with the soft, pink nipples begging to be licked, sucked, and nibbled.
With what he hoped was an unobtrusive movement he quickly pushed his napkin down over his cock and her sensually caressing hand. He was cumming! At the dinner table, for Christ's sake . . . Oh God!
He lowered his head, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, yet his body shook with the spasms of orgasm his spurts of hot, viscous fluid shooting into the napkin and running down into Barbara's warmly squeezing young hand.
"Ugh . . . ugh . . . Aaaah ..." he involuntarily grunted and sighed, and then he nearly fainted as he looked over at Barbara. She was smiling at him, looking him straight in the eye, and she slowly pulled her hand up from beneath the table and brought her slender fingers to her mouth. Then, her eyes still locked impishly to his, she daintily licked them, one by one, until she had savored all the spilled young cum as though it were icing from a cake.
Mike sputtered and coughed, causing his sister to look at him with concern. His face was flushed red, and he was pressing his hand down on his belly. "Mike, don't drink any more of that copal . . . it's too strong for you," she admonished. He shook his head, not daring to look her in the face.
His aphrodisiac-stimulated sister continued to pick at her dinner with a fork in one hand while her other hand remained under the tablecloth, buried between her thighs, her fingers continuing to maintain the near-orgasm she'd experienced on the armchair in the study. She was, she told herself, in heaven. If Mike were close enough he could play with her. It was so tedious, avoiding the foot of the dirty old man.sitting opposite and an occasional grope under the table from David's grandfather. She had tried to sit next to David when they entered the dining room, but the grandfather led her by the hand to sit next to him in the place of honor.
When she bothered to listen to his ramblings to his old friend opposite her, she noticed he often mentioned the words, "ripe victim" and the "gift from the gods of the underworld", phrases which she would have normally perked up her ears to listen to more closely if the blood pounding in her head and the delicious demands of her clitoris were not so overpowering.
The self-absorbed teenager sipped at her drink, for some reason her thirst increased rather than abated, and when the next course was served her appetite was gone, although she ate what she could out of politeness.
Barbara shot a knowing look at her cousin David, unable to resist the temptation to let him know she had embarrassed the boy in sex play, and David quickly summed up the situation when he saw Mike staring fixedly at his food, his hand underneath the table. Her cousin smiled at her and raised his eyebrows as if to say, good show ...
Barbara slumped back in her chair, amused and stimulated more than she had expected by the innocent brown-eyed boy shooting off in her hand under the banquet table.
"Cheers, dear boy!" she murmured huskily to him, lifting her glass.
Mike was both flattered by her attention and gratefully relieved of the torment of pressure in his cock. He was feeling very manly and grown up. Maybe Barbara would want him to fuck her, really fuck her in her beautiful cunt! During the rest of the meal he reached his hand over to slide it along the thigh of her wonderously soft legs, doing it several times, while she rubbed his cock until it got hard again, her fingers wiggling around the head of it and the tip of a fingernail tantalizing into the thin little vertical slit on the tip. When everybody rose to go into the great hall for coffee, Mike dropped the sticky, semen moistened napkin to the floor and stuffed his pubescently pulsating young penis stiffly up into his pants and beneath the thin shirt that David had loaned him. He was thankful the shirt would conceal his erection, and wondered briefly if that was why David wore the kind of shirt that went outside the pants. Even so, he was still reluctant to get up from the table with the others, and was the last to leave. Then Barbara made it seem obvious that he was hiding something by making a production of holding his hand and making him walk directly behind her. When they went into the great hall, she made him sit on a settee and draped herself across it, her shoulders across his thighs, her uptilted breasts so close to his face he could have licked them simply by bending his head.
He felt slightly dizzy and his face was flushed. "Have some coffee, darling," the beautiful blonde advised from his lap. "You'll be able to drink more copal later at the ... uh ... at the caves when we continue the party there.". The handsome boy was completely absorbed, with his erection which she could feel through his thin shirt, hot and stimulating against the side of her breasts.
Barbara looked around for Melissa. There she was, again sitting on the arm of a chair, swinging her leg and looking at David with thai strangely smug smile on her face, as though she and David shared some secret. Kenny was encouraging Anna to have some brandy in her coffee, as if that freshly deflowered girl needed anything to relax her pussy now, Barbara mused cynically. She had come to her sacrifice more like a lion than a lamb: they had wondered if she might seduce them in the ceremony instead of first Kenny, then David and all the others. A damn shame boys didn't bleed, proving that they were really virginal, she thought, looking up at the slight fluff on Mike's chin and turning towards him as she stretched her arms so that her breast moved down the length of his shirt-covered cock, so unbelievably erect again.
No one - except possibly Melissa - would really mind if she shook that lovely hard little thing from under his shirt and sucked him off then and there. The girl was so precociously fearless she would do almost anything. What stopped her from putting thought into action was that Mike would probably run out of the room, and her grandfather would accuse her of trying to spoil the chance of making a good sacrifice, one unmarred by irrelevant incidents. He had never forgiven her and David for ruining a sacrifice with a young English girl by sharing her between themselves before the ceremony down in the garage. "Oh shit!" Barbara thought, "Mike's shirt is getting damp . . . better sit up before he cums all over my dress." Melissa knew, but didn't care, that she shouldn't stand up from the arm of the chair, realizing that the back of her gown must be very wet. All through dinner the warm feminine juices of arousal flowed through her pussy, and kept on flowing, satisfyingly - almost soothingly, with its wet, liquid warmth. If the others didn't hurry with the coffee and go out as they promised into the moonlit night she was going to scream.
Oh God ... I simply have to do something! How much longer can I possibly stand this! the young girl bemoaned to herself, her clitoris agitated beyond endurance. And the others knew it, cynically and slyly observing with cool expressions that the young virgin had not over-indulged in the copal. Tutul had done very well, supplying her with just enough to keep her on the knife edge of orgiastic desire that would continue to slowly build up to a stage of fever pitcher when she would be almost frantically out of her mind with lust - and at the same time she would then be immune to the agony she might otherwise suffer at the sacrifice.
Mike, they saw, was like a young satyr, reveling in his adolescent lust for Barbara. Nevertheless, his eyes were slightly glazed over ... "
After having served the coffee, the busy, thick-set Tutul had left the great hall. Now he had returned to speak privately with his master:
"The others are in the cave, my lord. The nuns are preparing the alters and lighting the fires. The sacred chamber is prepared and the image of Chin has been carried to its special niche. Everything is ready . . . '
"Marvelous, Tutul," the grandfather growled. He knew that Tutul had his own special fetish, and perhaps tonight he would have a chance to indulge in it.
Imperceptibly squirming on the arm of the chair and erotically daydreaming, Melissa realized with a start that the funny looking old servant was carrying a headdress on his arm, suggesting that he was also some sort of "incarnate member" of the old man's club. Nothing in the extremely eccentric household surprised her any more. She thought she should try to concentrate on what was going on . . . her father would be very amused by it all when she could tell him of her adventures. Of course Glenda would hardly approve of anything about it; just the thought of how much fun it would be to shock her with the story made Melissa smile.
Glenda found herself grabbing the wheel more than once on the eerie trip through the jungle as her half-drunk and half-hungover husband relapsed into forget fulness.
"For God's sake, Raymond, this is not the Ventura freeway ... we happen to be on a very poor road in the middle of the jungle and if you go off the road, that's where we'll stay!"
Raymond ignored her and continued to drive at a reckless pace. He felt for sure that they were on an unnecessary journey. Of course the Indians would make up stories about an eccentric millionaire living in their jungle, they were a superstitious lot, and Mr. Geldman would naturally seem strange to them. But for Glenda to insist on barging in like this in the middle of the night was absurd. Raymond knew he wouldn't get a wink of sleep that night if he didn't give in to her insistent nagging about it and besides, he was rather curious himself about a man who would buy and build a luxurious villa, in the middle of the Yucatan jungle. Must be a true Maya scholar, Raymond thought, beginning to look forward to meeting the gentleman and wishing it could be under more appropriate circumstances.
After practically holding her breath for fifty miles, Glenda began to relax, a bit when they consulted the map thedesk clerk had given them to find that they were approaching the road leading to the Villa.
"Here, Raymond, turn right at this road!" she said as the Jeep passed the unmarked road cut into the bush. Raymond was convinced she was correct in her navigation after driving a mile or so past the turn-off. He had been expecting a more elaborate approach to the millionaire's villa, but finding nothing in the darkness that loomed ahead, he executed a hair-pin turn in the middle of the narrow road, sending Glenda into nervous convulsions.
She said nothing, but closed her eyes and gripped the seat, praying silently that they would not wreck the Jeep before they were able to save the children from whatever wicked evilness they may be suffering at the hands of the insane Mr. Geldman in his Mexican hideaway.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Andrew Geldman was feeling young and virile again as the time approached for the long awaited double sacrifice. The old man was sure there would never be another night to equal this, it was on a par with the great sacrifices of centuries ago, as he was certain in his reincarnation, he remembered them.
As the old man led the group through the garden and into the jungle to the cave where the ceremony was to be held he heard the girl whispering to his grandson who was close behind, without discerning what she was saying.
"Please David, let's leave them . . . it's creepy. I want you, I want you to rip my clothes off. We could go into the bushes . . . please, David?" She dug her nails so hard into the young man's arm that it hurt.
David was sorely tempted to do as the aroused young virgin asked, the copal working pleasantly in his loins despite being partly immune to the effects of the aphrodisiac. He had never known a girl, virgin or otherwise, to be so worked up for a fuck. Even his cousin
Barbara could control herself somewhat when she was heated tip, as she was perpetually. The young Melissa kept kissing him, touching the bulge of his penis under his silk pants and placing his hand on her nipple erected breasts. He liked that, playing with his fingers over the throbbing breasts and cheeks of her buttocks. Christ, he would fuck her later in the garden. She could sleep with him when they returned to the villa. As for Barbara, she could have the girl's kid brother since she was so obsessed with the boy. If there was such a thing as someone being fucked to death, young Mike was certainly in grave danger. He thought at first that his cousin had simply been teasing the teenage boy but it had become obvious that she was beginning to become sexually infatuated with him.
If David had been able to see Barbara and Mike walking at the end of the procession he would have been convinced: Barbara had lifted her gown so that Mike could hang on to her naked hips while she led him along holding his cock which was stiffly jutting out in front of him. She was still holding the already sacrificially prepared member as they walked through the doorway of the roofless chapel where the moonlight shone on two padded stone altars beneath the ruined walls.
Like Melissa, Mike gasped in awe when he walked in. Several people dressed in black robes and wearing feathers over their faces, were standing near candle-lit niches around the walls murmuring low obscenities. A woman was pouring copal into clay vessels and passing them to everyone.
"Drink up, Mike," Barbara said, holding the cup to his lips.
"Barbara, let go of my cock . . . they can all see!" Mike said, having suddenly lost all of his manly confidence.
"Nobody cares, darling . . . it's part of the sacrificial orgy!" the luscious blonde explained.
"W-What sacrifice?" Mike almost whimpered. If this was all a game, why was everyone so serious about it. Somebody was taking Melissa's clothes off!
"Christ!" he exclaimed, "she's naked! Barbara, what are they doing . . . they've stripped my sister!" He jerked Barbara's hand away from his cock and ran over to where Melissa stood, stark naked. Suddenly two pairs of strong arms grabbed him from behind. "Calm down, boy," said a rough voice Mike did not recognize. They were crazy . . . they were all really crazy, going around in caves, taking people's clothes off.
But why had his cock jerked up hard again? Was it because of seeing Melissa naked? What was she saying to him?
"It's all right, Mike. It's a game, silly!" Melissa was in a state of sexual and alcoholic euphoria, tripping out on the copal. She was the center of attention in an ancient, creepy cave, and having a wonderful time. Now she was being led around the group, her arms held by two masked figures and as she went from one person to the other, her escorts dropped copal on each of her breasts which were licked by each person and she was told to take a sip from each of their cups. This was part of the ceremony, and was called the introduction rite.
When the sacrificial virgin came up to her brother, her breasts tightly throbbing, she ordered the people holding his arms to release him.
"You have to kiss my breasts too, Mike, both of them." Her voice was husky as she pushed up her lovely round breasts glistening wetly with copal and saliva.
Mike looked at Barbara for direction.
"Kiss the virgin's breasts, Mike. It's part of the ceremony," she insisted, pushing his head down when the copal was poured over his sister's nipples.
He poked out his tongue to lick nervously but his sister pulled his head tighter into her voluptuously sloping breasts with her hands so that her nipple went into his mouth. "That's the way, darling," cried Barbara, taking Melissa's other breast to suck and lasciviously tongue around the erotically throbbing little nipple in such a sensuous way it brought a gasp of delight from the innocent victim's lips.
Having completed the round Melissa was made to stand in front of the old grandfather who had mounted a stone pedestal at the end of one of hte altars. He stood, caressing her breasts one at a time, while he mumbled something in ancient Mayan. When he finished speaking, the two men who had held Mike led him away from Barbara's protective hand.
If his cock was ever going to go slack, it should now, but it didn't, Mike discovered in amazement. Seeing that Melissa was unharmed, in fact, she was enjoying it all, he allowed himself to be paraded like a dog at a show. Jeez! He had to be dreaming . . . everyone kissing his sister's tits in some creepy old cave and him walking around with a permanent hard-on. God, he was dying for a Coke, though that copal crap wasn't bad once he got used to it . . .
"Hey! What's going on?" They were taking his clothes off! His pants, the shirt, his shoes . . . what the hell were they doing?
Barbara called to have the naked boy brought to her. She would take care of the introduction rites.
Copal was splashed on his jutting young cock, pale white in the dim light next to his tanned body. Barbara leaned over the offering, holding her long blonde hair out of the way, and sucked the copal moistened rod, for a longer period than the other members thought necessary.
David and the others did not touch the virgin boy's'genitals, instead, they offered him a sip from their cups and poured a few drops on the whitely glistening little shaft for the women to suck off. Finally, the male victim, still shaking from the uncontrollable fear that gripped him when he thought for a minute that that crazy old man might suck his cock, was led before his virginal sister who was gleefully playing out her role and allowing the fingers of the old man to hungrily caress her soft young breasts.
The copal splashed down. Wihout being ordered to do so, Melissa knelt down, holding her young brother around his buttocks, and sucked his adolescent cock while he tried to back away.
"Christ, Melissa! They all know you're my sister!" he hissed, feeling ashamed that his sister could be so ridiculous and lewd. Yet the touch of her lips and the sensational way she sucked and licked his cock at the same time caused his ass-cheeks to tighten so much he felt a pain in his balls. He was about to give into an uncontrollable urge to hold his sister's head, and ram his stiff cock in and out of her mouth until he shot his hot load all the way down into her throat, when she suddenly pulled her head away.
"My most lovely granddaughter, Barbara!" the old man called, "Take the sacrificial virgin boy to the second altar!" The old man's voice had deepened like a parson giving a sermon. "David, my own . . . you will assist at the virgin girl sacrifice after the cunnilingus ceremony!"
Mike was drunk on the copal, he supposed, because the lights seemed to be dancing, and Barbara, who had crossed the floor to stand by him, seemed to be naked. He felt her . . . she was! And then she was holding his cock; they were standing together stark naked, surrounded by crazies and she was holding his cock!
"I want to fuck Melissa in the mouth," he said, half realizing that he had spoken aloud his crazy thought. "Look at her!" he shouted. "My sister's being carried away naked!"
Melissa, her long blonde hair.falling over her slim young shoulders, was being carried on her back by a hunched over man, so that her splayed-apart legs exposed her tremulously excited pussy for.the cunnilingus ceremony.
The first to part the virginal young cunt lips and dart her tongue over the tiny, exposed clitoris was a woman who said, after licking the throbbing little cunt-tit was a woman who said, after licking the throbbing little cunt-tit long and lingeringly, "The next part is the best, Melissa."
Vaguely, the ecstatic teenager recognized the voice. It was Anna, the girl who had been sacrificed that very morning. Was it possible that it was only that morning? Could all the wonderfully exciting things be happening to her in such a short time? First the three of them in the van . . . and now this . . . this whatever it was . . . and suddenly it dawned on her.
Now I'm being sacrificed! My virginity is being sacrificed in an old secret ceremony. That's why David waited, and why he's standing by the altar. How fantastic! And Mike with Barbara! That's it! She'll deflower Mike! "Ooohhh!" she moaned in delicious abandon as she ground forward her furry heated mound to the mouth" of the next person licking her. Looking down over her sharply protruding breasts and over the stretched flatness of her belly, she saw that it was one of the men, a large man who held her legs apart while he tongued right up into her pussy as far as her hymen and God! She could feel his tongue-tip fluttering right up against it, circling it, tasting it, probing it!
Lifting his head, the man smiled at the grandfather and nodded sagely. She was a virgin. She had passed the test associated with the cunnilingush ceremony. Before the deflowering ceremony began - the actual offering to the God of Vice - she would have to complete the circle mounted on the man's back so that everyone could pay their erotic oral respects to the voluptuous young maiden.
When the maddeningly tantalized girl was brought to the last one, her lust-excited brother watched in confusion as Barbara made her obeisance over the hotly moist vaginal offering, retaining her hold on his throbbing young cock which she massaged knowingly with her fingers. He had watched with a feeling of jealous annoyance when David buried his face in Melissa's pussy, and his sister's moans of pleasure were accentuated by the way she spread her legs farther apart, but when he saw her obviously enjoying Barbara's attention, the erotic scene was almost too much for him to accept. He wished he could escape, but at the same time, while he was conscious of the fact that it was his lovely older sister, Melissa, that was being lewdly debauched, he to, was impatient to be asked to kiss the pussy he secretly wished to fuck.
Then it was his turn. The man carried her the few inches from Barbara and there was his sister's blonde-curled young pussy, the lips sensuously parted as she slowly ground her flexing buttocks against the man's wide back with libidinous surges of wanton pleasure, right in front of his awe-stricken face. It was as if the devil himself pushed Mike's trembling mouth down and over the illicit little slit of his sister's vibrant cunt which he inexpertly kissed.
"Lick, darling boy," he heard Barbara whisper urgently in his ear. "Lick your tongue up into her pussy mouth!" He licked, finding that his tongue slipped easily into the open, sparsely hair-lined vaginal lips and tasted the viscous juice oozing hotly out of Melissa's throbbing cunt.
Barbara couldn't resist the temptation when she felt the boy's excited young cock beginning to swell almost to man size in her hand - while he licked hungrily up between his sister's widespread thighs, she ducked down to suck quickly at the hard young penis, gulping it all into her mouth to suck and tongue all around the hotly pounding flesh. She heard him groaning into his sister's cunt, his nose buried in the soft, thin curls of her pussy hair, his tongue flicking furiously over her clitoris as they both, brother and sister, reached simultaneous climaxes, her molten young orgasmic juices spewing hotly up into his sucking mouth, while he shot jet after jet of hot sperm into the mouth of the naked Barbara, who sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, careless of the fact that her crazy grandfather was muttering ceaselessly about interference with the ceremony.
All around the dank dark chamber, men and women were disrobing, unable to restrain themselves any longer, not waiting until the sacrifices were over before they began their traditional orgy. The extraordinary cunnilingual ceremony went on with the man carrying the insatiable virgin around the circle once again before finally depositing her now uncontrollably aroused young body on the sacrificial altar.
Tutul sat anxiously at his post according to the orders of his master, although he was anything but happy about it. Bemoaning the fact that he was missing the interesting preliminary ceremonies, he was on the verge of disobeying the order to remain until midnight when he heard the approach of a car. Cursing David's foolishness in letting the girl call her parents to tell them where they would be, Tutul removed his special plumed headdress and waited outside for what he knew would be a distraught father. Beside him on the table was a jug of very special copal: he hoped the parents would be thirsty.
They both were, Raymond more so than Glenda, for they both suffered from hangover thirst and she had refused to let him stop for a drink on the long drive to the villa.
Glenda did the talking, or the asking: Where were the children? Who was the person that brought them here? Where was the phone so that she could call the policia immediately if they were not produced right now.
When Glenda gave him a chance to explain, Tutul introduced himself as the butier and told the couple that Mr. Geldman and his grandson had taken the children on a moonlight tour of some ruins nearby and would the gentleman and kind lady like a refreshing glass of an ancient Indian beverage.
"That would be very nice, thank you," Raymond accepted for both of them. He admonished his wife to calm herself, pointing out that it certainly seemed like a very respectable household. He was quite impressed by the charm and courtesy of Tutul, who was actually a master at the art of manipulation. It was through charm and cunning that he had arrived to where he was today, in the company of those rich enough to afford any eccentricity, and the aging con-man prided himself on that fete.
Glenda was grateful for the drink and felt her spirits rise as soon as she drank a glassfull. The old man looked totally harmless, actually kindly . . . she just knew he would have kept an eye on the children if they were in any sort of danger. Such a polite old gentleman . . . and yes, thank you, she would love another drink.
Tutul led them into the great hall saying that he would go find Mr. Geldman and his guests, that they shouldn't be too far away. He seated them in comfortable chairs and left the jug of copal for them to drink should they get thirsty. He felt quite certain that they would, knowing better than anyone that one of the properties of his special brew was that the more one drank, the more one wanted, of both sex and copal. He went to fetch his ceremonial accessories and before leaving glanced into the great hall to see how the newcomers were doing. They seemed quite at ease, and to be enjoying each other very much. The lady was sitting with her legs apart laughing and flirting with the gentleman to whom she seemed very antagonistic just a few moments before. He was obviously in love with her, looking at her with adoring eyes.
Satisfied, Tutul rushed toward the sacrificial chambers, angry and upset, knowing he had missed all the fun already.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The assemblage in the sacrificial chamber were as intoxicated by the lust-filled orgy as they were by the aphrodisiac filled copal they had been drinking. Melissa's passionate thrashing while her young brother incestuously licked her wide-splayed cunt to orgasm had the naked members stimulated to the point of total abandon. They were all crowded around the sacrificial alter to watch the old leader Geldman perform his ritual. Some of the women were caressing and sucking on the jutting penises of the men, and others were bending over offering their welly aroused pussys up to be fucked as anyone wished. All the members, except for David and his friends, were only a little older than Mike and Melissa's parents, all Americans, and all very normal looking people, except for their crazed expressions as they stared insanely down at Melissa's tender young sacrificial nakedness.
David was feeling something he had never felt before in all of the many rites he had witnessed and participated in. He felt a strong sense of bitter resentment that it was his debauched old grandfather who would deflower ihe succulently ripe victim, so delicate and lovely in the candle light. His own painfully hard cock was at its full-blooded peak of desire as a result be disinherited. You have been prepared, Virgin! Nothing can interfere with the offering of your maidenhead to the great god of vice and darkness, Chin! The grey bearded old man mouthed the evil words as he lowered his nakedly throbbing cock's thick rubbery head to the girl's cunt lips which Tutul held apart with his stubby fingers, while the others looked on in hypnotic fascination.
The struggling virgin, imagining the horror of his heavily pistoning rod up inside her virgin channel, her screams muffled against the terrifying tight pressure of a hand against her mouth, jerked pathetically in her attempts to twist her inflamed pussy aside from the relentlessly approaching column of flesh. Her romantic and lustful desire to be seduced by the handsome grandson of the crazy old man was crashing down from her erotic expectancy to a horrible parody of reality. And yet, her aphrodisiac-drugged young body was even now demanding satisfaction in her over-stimulated pussy, while her mind was filled with terror. A hand pressed cruelly down on her mouth, and the old, grey bearded face brushed her tender young breasts as he sucked at her small hard nipples. She had glimpsed David being held as he struggled to help her, and wondered dazedly why Mike hadn't come to her assistance, not knowing that the boy was totally absorbed in the thrill of losing his virginity to Barbara.
The frantic virgin girl sobbed in humiliation and shame, aware of her own stupidity in allowing herself to be carried away in an uncontrollable act of exhibitionism. For some reason she couldn't fathom except the sheer eroticism of herself and Mike being naked, and the stimulation of the sacrificial ceremonies contributed to her wanton abandon - her pussy actually wanted that immense grandfather's cock to force its way up into her vagina. And it was there, the great head of the huge rubbery cock was paining her as it was forced into the tightness of her futilely clenched young cunt lips, yet even as she gasped at the searing force of it her vagina convulsed and opened of its own accord, as if to encourage the ravishing, plundering rape of her loins.
"AAAAHHHH ... NO NO NO!" she groaned twisting her head sharply to escape the constricting hand over her mouth.
"Yes! Now!" the old man hissed back in her face, his saliva-wet lips and coarse whiskers smothering her soft young mouth as he fucked his leather hard rod deep up into her tender vagina, tearing aside the delicate barrier of her hymen in his gruntingly victorious act of sexual vandalism. He paused for a moment then heaved his lean old body sharply forward, burrowing the remaining inches of his heavily burgeoning hardness far up into the young virginal cunt, the blunt tip buffeting hard back up against her cervix. The old man would have liked to have cut the girl's throat now if he had a knife, to offer an unusual sacrifice of a deflowering and a human life in one supreme act, but he knew it was impossible to take a life in company of the others. Besides, he may as well enjoy the ravishing of the girl whose hungry young cunt had given lie to the protests. He had never before deflowered a virgin whose offering to the gods was so easily penetrated; and she was a virgin all right - he had felt the barrier give way before the thrust of his mighty god-cock and Tutul had seen the evidence and called out the offering:
"We offer Chin . . . god of vice and darkness . . . the humble gift of a virgin maid!"
Dazzling lights danced before the cock-impaled Melissa's eyes. Tha pain of penetration had been excruciating, unbearable for a few seconds that seemed like eternity driving from her mind the crazy man's lips on hers, his tongue filling her mouth. His body felt hard and stiff, and the hairs on his chest as soft as his beard teasing her breasts as he began to move over her tender nakedness, his fingers searching hotly into the softness of her flesh. The walls of her tight young cunt were expanded to a point where the spread-eagled sixteen year old imagined she would split asunder if he moved it the slightest up inside her.
Then those seconds of torture faded as her sensual young body asserted its own hungers, her cunt instinctively expanding to accomodate for the first time a now monstrous cock of frightening proportions. And as the pain faded in that short time, her stimulated cuntal juices acting as balm and lubricant to the ram-rodding friction of the old man's heavily throbbing hardness, shock and fear slowly dissipated from her mind, her embarrassment subsided and once again she gave into the sexual effects of the copal. The beautiful pale skinned teenager relaxed her straining arms and legs as Geldman began to slowly fuck up into her maddeningly stimulated vagina, the candlelight shining down to illuminate what looked like a living cinema, the old man's body wiry and grey under the flickering lights.
He was not handsome, his body was not handsome, yet this in no way detracted from the beauty of the young girl beneath him., her long blonde hair hanging in soft waves from the altar; her slim arms loosely spread out and waving about, touching with her fingers the breasts and erect penises of the strange people gathered around who believed there were rejuvenating vibrations in the touch of a virgin being deflowered. The slow writhing from her waist to her buttocks and along her firm young thighs showed the soft slimness of the teenager's blossoming figure; and to the amazement of her younger brother who forced himself to look at his abandoned sister, her beautifully formed legs were splaying out voluntarily stretching lasciviously wide as she ground up for the first time to encourage - actually encourage - the old man fucking up into her teenage cunt.
The complete sensuality of his sister's rising passion was the final stimulation to Mike's tantalizing imminenet orgasm. As Melissa couldn't explain her maddened sex urge, Mike too was at a loss to explain how he had managed - with such a sex-dream of a girl as Barbara as his first fuck.- not to explode inside her the very first time she guided his stiff young cock up into her juicy hot cunt. Not that he had tried very hard to rationalize anything, subjugated as he was by her softly rounded breasts, her hot wet kisses that almost blinded him with their passion, and the livid heat of her slippery cunt that massaged his lust-bloated cock like a warm wet mouth. He dimly put all this down to the fact that he was at last a man and could fuck like one, not just jerk off in an instant, as he had done that night all over his sister. And it was that old lust for his lovely Melissa that blew his balls apart.
That's how it felt. His cock throbbing, vibrating, the glans sending a continuous flow of nerve excitement into his loins and belly, his ass-hole contracting as the gorgeous Barbara sympathetically used her cunt muscles around his slim white shaft; then WHAM! It started to happen, while the beautiful blonde held his nakedness close to hers, smothering his cry for "Melissa" with her mouth-filling, titillating tongue.
He groaned then whimpered into the girl's oral softness, his young body shaking tremulously as she caressed his tautly flexing buttocks, her cunt extracting every last drop of his white-hot cum-juice that spurted into her vaginal passage. And then she responded to the stimulation of his cumming, releasing a sudden flow of her own viscous juices to mix hotly together with his pubescent sperm all around their tightly locked cock and cunt.
"Ooohhh . . . Mike, baby, darling! I'm cumming too! . . . you wonderful boy . . . you beautiful boy . . . you've made me cum! I'm cuuummmminnnnggg!"
Barbara's moaning words filled the boy with the pride of conquest. He really believed that he had seduced the older girl, not only seduced her, but given her a terrific fuck that caused her to collapse in orgasm! He hoped that Melissa could see what a fantastic man he was with this beautiful blonde who was even older than Melissa!
His sister had forgotten that Mike existed. She was kissing and tonguing back at the old man's lips, her blind passion aroused by the huge rod of cock flesh fucking wildly now up inside her, filling every possible space in the moistly enveloping walls of her tightly stretched vagina. Nothing else existed, only her cunt and the wanton abandonment of her sex-exuding young body.
Then it suddenly stopped. The old man, making a few quicker thrusts, grunted like a bull on a cow shooting a heavy blast of steam-seared cum deep up into her hungrily flaring womb. And then, as the frantic girl tried to hold him deep inside her with the tightly contracting muscles of her cunt, he pulled out his quickly softening cock, squishing it lewdly around in the cum-drenched suction of her vaginal juices.
Melissa felt her grasping arms being held and pulled from both sides; hands clawed at her body as each of the men attempted to be the first to take the place of the old grandfather-leader. She would take anyone, anyone who would fuck his lust-hardened cock up into her hungrily screaming pussy. She was aware of Mike and David scrambling with naked bodies near her, but did not see Kenny and Anna helping in the rescue, and soon she was in the protection of the young naked people, standing in the middle of their little group, more aware of the three erect penises and the two pairs of the uptilted young breasts than the subsiding turmoil as the men and women began to fuck and suck in every possible position on the floor all around them, or of the peculiar sight of the naked Tutul anointing his master with a strange powder made from the dried entrails frogs, lizards and chickens, dusting the powder over th virgin-red length of his limply hanging penis.
Geldman stared balefully after the group of young people as they hurried out of the sacrificial chamber into the deep caves.
"Give me more copal, Tutul ... I must have more!" the old man ordered. "And when I've finished here, we will go down to the caves ... by the name of Chin and all the gods of the night, we will have an orgy to end all orgies tonight!"
Seeing Raymond's erection already bulging in his slacks, Glenda had taken his hand to feel her excited pussy, lifting up her skirt and holding the narrow strip of her panties aside so he could touch its wetness. They had decided to go look for the children, wondering what could have detained the kindly old man.
She felt it a bit odd, being so hot for him after the experience at the pension earlier that evening, but for some reason her anger vanished and in spite of herself, she found herself willing to give him another chance.
They were out in the, strange shrub-scattered garden when Glenda placed his hand down to feel her moist, erotically aroused pussy. He quickly undid his slacks which dropped to the ground and he kicked them away as he over-anxiously tried to ram his unusually rampant penis into her cunt while she stood, but discovered that all he achieved was to slide it between her thighs and jab into the rear of her panties.
Frantically, his wife kicked her panties off, gasping and moaning in the sudden heat of desire, as he led her to a soft patch of lawn. They had both removed their shoes, and Glenda was in the process of removing her dress when they heard the scream echoing into the thin night air.
"It's Melissa - I know it is!" Glenda cried out, her voice shattering the stillness. "Raymond, where is she?" They heard other sounds then, but could not tell from which direction they came. Barefoot, Glenda dragged her husband, ignoring the fact that her panties lay somewhere in the garden along with his slacks and that he was now bare from the waist down, dragging him to a path she dimly saw in the moonlight. At first they stumbled in haste along the pathway in the wrong direction, and she cursed him when he wasted time unsuccessfully trying to find his slacks, until eventually the half-naked professor-father, his penis standing uncontrollably stiff in front of him, was dragged by his cunt-heated wife towards the chamber of the sacrifice.
Raymond knew that he must hurry despite his pre-formed opinion that his son and daughter were in safe hands ... It might have been Melissa's scream, but was it a scream of pain or a scream of excitement - like a kid on a roller coaster? What would the Geldman's think of him arriving at their affair in the ruins without his pants and with a raging erection, and Glenda barefoot? If she hadn't rushed him out of the pension he might at least have had time to put on a pair of underwear, for Christsake! Suddenly he stopped, holding the heavily breathing woman by her arm, he kissed her passionately on the mouth.
"Oh, Raymond," she complained, yet gave her mouth willingly, sacrificing seconds to snatch some pleasure in her strange mood of uncontrollable desire that compelled her, while they stood close together to take his stiff and throbbing penis into both her hands, kneading its exciting smoothness around her fingers. "Oh, Raymond," she moaned, pushing the smooth rubbery head up under her belly and letting him ride under her moistly throbbing cuntal slit. "But . . . Melissa . . . and Mike ... we must hurry, darling," she sighed, moving her hips back and forth to the motion of his cock sliding along the length of her hotly clinging cuntal slit. When he ignored her, she pulled away, her child-protecting instincts asserting their priority over the immediate demand of her increasingly aroused pussy.
The middle-aged couple were convinced they were expressing a sudden release of latent desire, a desire too long hidden under the pressure of their lives. Like Mike and Melissa, neither suspected the aphrodisiacal power of the seemingly innocuous beverage made from the copal. Raymond did wonder, however, how both he and Glenda could unashamedly accept the idea of him walking into the gathering of Lord know who, wearing nothing but an old t-shirt, a silly smile on his face and the most rampant erection he had ever experienced in his life!
I must be drunker than I realized, he mused, smiling inanely to himself. If my two innocent young kids are wherever it is Glenda is leading me then they will just have to accept the facts of life.
He decided that they would understand, accepting the fact of his uncontrollable lewdness as being the result of the primitive air of the whole place . . . jungle . . . copal . . . hot nights . . . Anyway, he knew, there was nothing he could do about it. His children might be in danger and he could not find his pants nor would his cock do anything except stay very satisfyingly erected, its stimulated head throbbing unceasingly out into the night air.
When the pair of drunken, sex-hungry parents arrived at the chamber entrance, none of the orgy-involved participants took any notice of them. Obviously, they weren't the author-, ities; and when Tutul greeted them for the second time that night with a jug of copal in his hands, the wildly fucking couples on the floor ignored them.
"I will have to look for Mr. Geldman, I'm afraid I don't know where he is at the moment," the naked old servant lied, surprised at the sight of the father, naked from the waist down and his cock held by the lady, as they were at his nudity.
The orgy on the floor was exactly what Glenda had expected to find, she afterwards told Raymond. He replied more accurately that it was what she had all the time hoped to find.
When she got her breath back from the sudden shock of seeing in the candlelight the debauch she could never have imagined, she demanded that the servant tell her exactly where her step children were. "Surely, this Mr. Geldman would never allow two innocnet children to witness this disgusting display!" she said haughtily, tightening her grip even more on her husband's heavily throbbing penis.
Glenda had tried to brush past the thick-set and surprisingly strong butler who, pushed her back.
"I beg your pardon, madam, but before you enter the cave, you must drink to our lord Chin, and remove your clothes." Tutul pushed the jug into their faces. "Drink, but you must remain here . . .you are forbidden as non-members of the clan to enter the caves," he added.
"All right, Glenda," Raymond said, his voice fearful and serious. "Do as he says, we're outnumbered." He drank from the jug and Glenda followed suit. She weakly objected when Raymond removed her dress and she released his cock to cover her large, firm breasts with her hands. She almost shrieked when she became aware of the fact that the "nice old man's" penis was stubbily thick and jutting against her naked thigh with lust.
"Oh my God, Raymond, what the hell are we letting ourselves in for?" she whimpered, fear gripping her heart as she moved back reluctantly from Tutul's hardened cock.
Raymond was beginning to suspect the copal, an aphrodisiac, he reasoned. Of course, if certain long forgotten ingredients were added . . . the copal root was highly venerated by the ancients, and this must be the reason! In spite of himself the professor felt the familiar surge of excitement at the discovery of some hidden secret of the Maya and then he remembered where he was and what was happening.
Yes, it must be that! Look at Glenda . . . she was turned into a sexually appealing, hot number, without panties, tits hanging beautifully out, and dying for his cock. Then he felt the panic that showed in her face.
As he dragged her toward the entrance to the cave, following the naked Tutul, in spite of his warning for them to stay out, it occurred to him that even now, in this emergency to save his children from God knows what sort of fate, his goddamn cock wanted to fuck more than anything in this world!
The caves, cut into the limestone by Andrew Geldman at great expense were formed off a sloping passage that smelled of incense of copal and candle-smoke. The odors permeating the dark passage came from a large cavern with a straw hewn floor where David had led the other young people and where large candles were lit for the post sacrifice orgy which had already started in the sacrificial chamber.
On the way through the dark tunnel, Barbara had caught up with her cousin so that he had her as well as Melissa holding his arms and touching his body with sensuously lewd gestures. Mike was left to" stumble along almost blindly behind them until the other couple, Kenny and Anna, who knew the caves intimately, guided him to the large cavern. Their eyes had barely grown accustomed to the comparitively strong light, and had observed the jugs of copal brew set against the walls, when Barbara blew out the candles, leaving them in almost total darkness except for a faint glow from one long candle far down the passageway.
This was what Barbara thought the whole thing was about. "To hell with that ritual crap," she whispered to the still dazed sacrificial virgin still gripping David's arm. "Now you can borrow my cousin," she added with a touch of bitchiness, intimating that she was his righful mistress. She heard the straw rustle as Melissa at once sank down to the floor, although she could not see her cousin being pulled down on top of the girl. Nor could she see the way Melissa quickly spread her legs wide like an experienced whore and with her own hands guided David's unsatisfied erection to the juice-flowing cunt his own grandfather had just stripped of its virginity.
Barbara groped in the darkness towards the wall, whispering for Mike, found Kenny instead drinking from a huge jug of the brew and began kissing his mouth, his neck, down his chest and belly to his cock, as erect and throbbingly aroused as Mike's and David's, which she took slowly and lasciviously onto her tongue to lick hotly at the glans-tip, then took a great length of it into her suddenly cock-bulging cheeks.
Mike had whispered back to his beautiful ravishing seductress as he stumbled about the thick straw. His bare foot came in contact with a naked thigh.
He knelt down, feeling with his hand a slim leg he thought was more like Melissa's than Barbara's. He trembled with excitement, his young stiff rod beginning to lubricate with the expectation of illicit lust-fulfillment. His hand was guided by the girl's fingers to her upthrust pussy ... as if he were experiencing a dream from which he hoped he would never awake. He concentrated on remembering his sister's attractive nakedness as, with a groan of pleasure and trembling nervousness he buried his face in the girl's loins which she so invitingly opened up for him with his searching, inexpertly flicking tongue.
The girl quietly giggled as she turned her body slowly and carefully under his groping hands so that she could suck feverishly at the avidly cunt-licking boy's wildly jumping cock . . . who she knew, was actually believing he was making love to his sister!
The incestuous thought brought Anna to a higher pitch of cunt quivering desire so rapidly that, among all the young copulating couples on the floor of the cavern she was the first to moan out in climactic satisfaction.
"Who taught you to do that so wonderfully, you adorable little angel?" Anna whispered beneath chest heaving gasps.
"Jesus! Who's that?" he whispered back, lifting his nose and mouth damply from the girl's juice drenched cuntal slit. He felt over the girl's satin skinned belly up to her delicate white breasts that seemed to be the same size as his sister's. Then he licked the musky flavor of her cunt from his lips, it was all so different from his dreams, better, much better - having the real thing. And he had made the girl have an orgasm right there, with his tongue up in her pussy!
"It's me - Anna," the girl told him. "Who did you think it was?".she giggled softly, " . . . Melissa?" She guessed that the others would not be listening to her as they fucked or sucked each other wildly in the rustling straw. When he remained silent she knew that she had touched a soft spot in his young psyche, and she offered compensation by rolling over onto him, hotly kissing him on his mouth, neck, and all the way down his body to his loins, taking his stiff boy-cock into her hands so that she could suck it all around the shaft, over the soft spongy head, and then nibble her teeth over the small area where she knew his gians would throb out in lewd response.
"You have a very beautiful cock, Mike. I don't blame your sister one little bit for wanting you to fuck her with it." Anna whispered, half-serious, half-kidding the boy. She lay on her back, invitingly close and when he moved his body to poise silently over her wet odiferous cuntal mound, she added teasingly, to inspire him as well as titillate herself: "Did she ever do this to you?" demonstrating what she meant by pushing him on his back and squatting over him so that she could lower her salaciously spread-open little cunt smooth down over the blushing boy's ceaselessly throbbing erection.
"Did she?" repeated the slim young girl who, Mike knew, had given her virginity in sacrifice just the morning before. Mutely the boy shook his head which she was kissing with pouting lips.
"Kiss me on the mouth, baby, so I can taste my pussy from your lips," she whispered lewdly, causing the adolescent boy to grip the girl's thigh so he could shove his cock hard up beneath her rising and falling pussy.
Two girls! He had gotten himself two girls to fuck! Two beautiful girls in one night! He wondered for a moment if her boyfriend Kenny would be jealously angry, then he realized that he must be the one groaning out that he was cumming, or was it David, fucking Melissa? Perhaps it was; he could tell from her voice that she was having an orgasm, shamelessly calling out to David: "Ohhh, David, darling ... yes . . . fuck me, oh, keep on fucking me . . .ah! That's it . . . !"
Mike had no crazy jealous feeling distracting him now, because he just had to let go into the beautiful and passionately trembling girl's juicy cunt! He was suddenly deaf to everything and everyone as his balls seemed to blow apart again, almost in the air! Anna had quickly slipped off his hotly throbbing cock as she felt the orgasm building up, and she darted her head down to the juicy morsel where her clamping pussy had been and she gulped his fiery cock into her mouth while the pubescent boy shot his jets of hot-white sperm deep into the back of her gratefully swallowing throat.
As Mike came out of his sensational numbness, he heard Anna still gulping down the last tiny drops of his cum and heard other sounds of pleasurable orgasms all around him. Then the satiated boy complainingly whispered to the slim young girl that he had wanted to shoot his cum up into her beautiful auburn-haired cunt.
"But darling, you would have made me pregnant," she jokingly said, sucking at his almost hairless balls and, while he quivered in confused delight at the thrilling sensation she was lewdly providing his young loins, she rolled him on his side and spreading his tender young asscheeks with her thumbs, quickly burrowed her pointed young tongue-tip up into his tiny puckered anus.
"Ooooo . . . uh . . . wow! Christ!" The surprised boy's cry echoed around the cavern, betraying his innocence.
"Kenny is the only one I'll let fuck my pussy and make me pregnant," she whispered into the shocked boy's ear as she crawled away from him.
Mike lay flat on his back in the straw, his smooth chest heaving from the emotions of having experienced so many sexual surprises he had only heard about at school; he had never dreamed in his wildest dreams that it could ever happen to him. And that crazy girl, just a couple of years older than himself had said he might make her pregnant. Jesus! What if he had already made Barbara pregnant?
After a while he heard the girl he thought might be the mother of his child call across the cavern.
"Mike . . . where are you my little darling? . . . come and join us in a loving cup . . . this way dear, follow my voice ..." Barbara urged in a husky voice, guiding the boy to where they were all gathered, legs and bodies crossed and continuously writhing in reaction to the continuing effects of the aphrodisiac. The three girls willingly accepted erotic kisses from each other, as well from the two males, on all the intimate parts of their bodies, kissing, sucking and licking in the protective intimacy of the darkness, their gestures slow and easy and highly sensual.
They drank from the jug, dipped their fingers in it to wipe on each other's private parts to be locked off, anonymous hands felt anonymous bodies, and the great headiness of the copal combined with the intense sexual intimacy in the near-blackness of the cavern induced in the brother and sister a state of semi-conscious euphoria. They were drugged while their genitals responded to the strong copal as if the aphrodisiac-loaded liquid were a life-giving force. And as the six young bodies moved around in lewdly writhing positions, the shrewdly scheming Barbara manipulated the emerging pattern; she wanted her cousin David now, and for perverse fun, she made sure Kenny and Jennifer were together again, leaving the brother and sister alone. To implement her scheme, she suggested that the next coupling should be made in complete silence, nobody should say a word and nobody should light a candle.
Enjoying the familiar feel of the curves and hollows of his insatiable cousin, David wondered if the old man were serious about disinheriting him. His grandfather, he knew, would be meditating over the problem in the chamber of Yuncemil, the god of decisions, as indeed he was, in the small, dimly lit cell would be as well, and he went directly into the private meditation cell without even thinking to announce himself.
"What is it, Tutul? You have interrupted my meditation! May Chin protect you from the wrath of Yuncemil!"
"I'm sorry sir . . . but it is rather an emergency . . . the parents of the victims ... they are wandering around the caves sir ... I ... I felt you should be informed." The old servant had no idea what to do in such an unusual situation.
"Oh, this is dreadful! They could bring the police, the immigration . . . the implications are astounding! We must act quickly." The latent seed of insanity inside the old man had blossomed forth its fruit. He stopped suddenly, and, as though he were receiving unheard instructions, he nodded his head and bellowed: "Yes! Yes, I will do as you bid, most powerful master Then in a calm and normal voice he addressed .his faithful friend and servant: "Tutul, I have just received instructions from the spirit master Chin. He is very angry at the desecration of his chambers by the meddling strangers and demands that they be taught a lesson. You must bring everyone from the sacrificial chamber, tell them it is an emergency; we must find and punish the interlopers! Go! Quickly!"
As Tutul scurried off, the furious grandfather continued his "conversation" with the god, Chin, ignoring the fact that they were "talking" in the cell of a rival diety.
Meanwhile, Professor Raymond Carey and his wife Glenda were staggering blindly through the ever descending alleyways until they saw a large candle illuminating a section where two
Tutul knew that was where the master limestone tunnels crossed. Raymond advised Glenda not to call out the children's names in case they attracted the attention of the maniac satyrists. As they stood undecided at the damp-walled intersection, they both felt the insatiable, pounding demands of their genitals beginning to overpower them.
Raymond's cock was rock-hard and throbbing, a phenomenon his curious mind found scientifically as well as sexually interesting - it was wet from his exuding lubricating juices which his wife spread with her hands along the full length of the fleshy shaft.
"I'm sorry, Raymond. I simply have to be fucked right now or I'll go stark crazy ... I simply have to!" Glenda had never used the word "fuck" in her life, thinking it disgusting and crude but this time it was the only way to express what she meant. Making love had nothing to do with it . . . she wanted to be fucked, simple, crude and straight out, not loved!
"I know darling ... I know exactly how you feel, and I think I know why." Her husband pressed his cock flat against her soft belly. "Let's go find someplace to do it; there's a cave up there . . . come on, honey!" he said, urging her toward a black entrance some distance from where they stood. When they made their way to it they found that their bare feet were treading on a thick mat of straw, and although the cavern was deathly silent, Glenda had the strange feeling of a 'presence' as she later described it.
Drugged and orgasm-obsessed as the young lovers were, they lay quietly when they made out the two almost indiscernable naked figures entering the cave, and almost immediately the two new arrivals began to fuck like a couple of wild animals mating for the first time at the start of the season. Soon the listeners heard the groans of the man cumming, followed shortly after by the woman's loud whimpering before she too raised her gasping sounds to a climax that indicated her cuntal orgasm; then they began again, emitting occasional loud slurping suction noises as the man's penis sluiced rhythmically up into the woman's already once, cum-flooded cunt.
The six young lovers realized they were in no danger from the new comers and, two by wo, they regenerated their own sexual actions, the more aware among them noting that the strangers fucking near the cavern entrance were silent only momentarily before they too renewed their efforts, but more quietly.
The tiny fear Melissa felt when the two dark grey forms appeared at the cavern entrance brought her hazed mind into cleared consciousness. Who was the unfamiliar person lying over her, his cock buried satisfyingly stiff up inside her convulsively twitching young pussy, his mouth sucking and locking over her maddeningly tight round breasts? She could tell, as she touched the youth's head and shoulders with her exploring fingers that it wasn't David. Was it Kenny? she thought, excited that she could be experiencing someone new.
"Kenny?" she whispered in the youth's ear.
She felt his body immediately stop its sliding motion over her perspiring nakedness.
"Uhhh?" he grunted in a very confused tone.
"Is it you, Mike?" It is, she suddenly realized ... it's my brother.
Mike slowly shook his head from the drug-intoxicating fog in his mind and answered her:
"Y-Yes, Melissa, it's me." There was no need to say his name as he whispered so quietly he hoped no one could hear. "I'll go away ..." The boy held her tightly to him as he whispered, but slowly began to draw his cock out.
"No!" his sister hissed, her sex-hungry body dictating her quick decision. "Stay there ... no one will know . . . put it back in and fuck me silly with it! I want you to fuck me in my cunt, my darling little brother!" Melissa knew the others would inevitably put two and two together, but the wantonly abandoned girl didn't care. Who could blame her, or Mike for incestuously fucking in the confusion of the blacked-out cavern? God, Mike's lovely boy-cock inside her! She had been pulling his taut young buttocks fiercely against her loins; they had lecherously kissed and tongued each other, and he had brought her nipples to a more maddening hardness than she had ever felt with David! He mustn't stop fucking her now, her own darling brother, he mustn't stop! It was wrong, so very, very wrong, she knew . . . but it would only happen this one time . . .
His sister's encouragement was all the boy needed to overcome his natural terror of being found out. He too experienced sharp pangs of guilt, but he easily stifled them by the realization of his fantasies formed during those countless days and nights of wanting to be naked and alone with his beautiful sister. "Put it back in and fuck me with it!" she had said. He did, sliding his painfully pulsating cock slowly into the moistly clenching cunt of his sister as she pulled his mouth down to hers so that they could experience their new-found intimacy to the fullest. His body was afire with a lust he had never before experienced, and - he felt - would never experience again. Mike could feel his inspired fourteen year old cock swelling bigger and bigger as Melissa dug her heels into his pumping buttocks to force his incestuous member as deeply into her orgasm-engendering little cunt as it would go.
Melissa wanted to make Mike's fuck with her something they would always remember, using every atom of willpower to withhold her own cumming until he reached his too, which was about to happen very soon. When it did, when the boy's blood-filled young penis thickened even more inside her pussy and his body sweated with the onslaught of cumming, the whole cavern seemed to erupt with the sounds of joyful climactic satisfaction. Melissa let herself go, bucking up with her voluptuously curved young buttocks in rapid movements to match her young brother's furious fucking to orgasm, blind, as were most of the others in the cavern, to tne fact that there was an increasing illumination in the passageway outside, and deaf to the chorus of cursing voices drawing nearer and nearer.
"Don't stop . . . don't ever stop fucking me, my precious little brother! More, a little more . . . Aaaahhh!" The girl's climaxing moans merged with her brother's cries as he groaned:
"Oh . . . Melissa! Beautiful Melissa! I'm cumming, I'm cumming inside you!" His lust-crazed mind was still conscious of the fact that Anna had warned him not to give her a baby. His final thrusts up into his sister's wildly cumming young cunt were as rough and hard-prodding as a grown man's, and the wickedly illicit thought of her own little brother fucking her so hard and with such domination just when she wanted it, right at the moment of her wild orgasmic release, heightened for the girl the wonderful satisfaction she was experiencing. Deep within her, she knew that one night, soon, after they were home, she would find an excuse to sleep in the same bed as her brother. She just knew she would have to . . .
The incredible events of the next hour in the lives of the Carey family were to change them all in many ways, yet somehow, in the most perverse manner, it served to bring them closer to one another.
Raymond was very concerned for his children when the insane group of cult members rushed into the cave, waving burning torches and large lighted candles, and screaming out that the blasphemers must be punished.
He found himself actually more worried about Mike than about Melissa. She was always independent. Strong, too! But poor little Mike. He would probably carry a mental scar for as long as he lived. Perhaps it would have been a good thing if they had all crawled away in the darkness, unaware of each other being there . . . if only those maniacs had not rushed in, their nakedly obscene bodies sweating in the torchlight like a scene from some x-rated cave-man film.
Before he and Glenda were grabbed away, and just as he was cumming again, Raymond couldn't believe what he saw right before his very own eyes. Not only were his young son and daughter locked cock and cunt together, but two other young couples were also hard at it, one pair in the "sixty-nine" position, the other going at it dog-fashion. Those he merely glanced at in a split second. It was seeing his young fourteen year old son fucking - actually fucking like an adult - his slightly older sister! He would blame her, of course. The way she had her legs wrapped up around young Mike's back, her heels digging desperately into the crease of his buttocks! Those lovely young legs of hers, trapping her little brother wetly up between them! It was simply too much to believe! But not as unbelievable as the insane performances they were forced to indulge in under the threat of murder! It would have all been impossible, Raymond knew, if every goddamn one of them had not been over-stimulated by the obviously aphrodisiac-laden copal. That, he decided was the root cause of the whole nightmare. Without the powerful, completely irresistible aphrodisiac, which, he learned to his combined joy and sorrow, stayed in the body's system for hours, these people would be as sane as the next person.
Even under the violent manhandling he received, Raymond's hard erection remained swinging in front of his loins. Also, when Mike was restrained from going to the aid of his father, the boy's slender, stiffly white cock never slackened. Nor did any other man's or boy's in the whole assembly. It was the weirdest scene any of them would ever know or dream of again.
Andrew Geldman was beside himself with rage, white flecks of froth dripping from his mouth into his beard, his arms waving, his hands shaking. Nearly everything he said were the unintelligible ravings of a madman, but the orders he issued were clear enough.
It was as if the old man had chosen his own grandchildren as the preliminary debauched offering to the god of vice as he forced his grandson David to watch while his grandaughter Barbara was fucked in the rectum by one burly follower as another stood at her head holding it clamped between his gnarled hands and compelled her to take his huge cudgel of a penis in her seemingly protesting mouth. What the insane old man did not realize, however, was that his erotically incited grandaughter Barbara was groaning in lust, not pain, as the heavily skewering penis ground up between her creamy white asscheeks, and that after the initial agony of the rape of her tightly clenched little anal hole she was enjoying her subjugation at the hands of the two men. She was reveling in the obscene feelings of masochism and servitude which made her grind her buttocks back to meet the salaciously pistoning rod as her anal muscles nibbled hungrily at the excitedly pumping cock flesh. The three lewd figures had established a natural fucking rhythm, Barbara's body between the two men swaying back and forth like a female animal in heat - oblivious to all outside activities.
Glenda and her golden-haired stepdaughter stared in disbelief at the debauched sight of the girl being ass-fucked and sucking hungrily at another cock at the same time. Raymond, feeling pity for the humiliated girl, struggled to intervene in the unnatural act being perpetrated by the middle-aged men, thinking that they should know better. Yet, even as he struggled, the professor was forcibly struck by the sensuous beauty of the voluptuous young girl, and he wondered at the loss of his conventional morals ... he was actually be- coming even more sexually aroused than before by merely watching the lust-inducing sight before his eyes.
"The sacrifice has been desecrated by the intrusion of these creatures!" Grandfather Geldman yelled. "Our god of vice and darkness, the most venerable Chin, demands that their bodies also be desecrated and reviled! Tutul! Commit your outrage on the girl . . . !" he ordered, glaring coldly at Melissa.
"Oh no! Dad, help me, please . . . David!" the young girl screamed helplessly, her heart stopping for a moment from the shock of finding herself trapped in a circle of naked men with their projecting hard penises directed at her like iron rods drawn by the magnet of her heated genitals. Her head buzzed as her heart began to pump blood furiously through her body, and she could barely hear the protests of her father and brother struggling to free her.
The next thing the terrified girl remembered was seeing her step-mother lying on her back in the straw, arms and legs pinioned by obscenely cursing women, and Melissa herself being forced to kneel over Glenda's face with her widepsread, creamy young pussy directly over her stepmother's mouth.
"Oh, please don't make her do it . . please don't make my step-mother lick my pussy . . . She's my own step-mother for god's sake, please don't . . . !" the ashamed girl cried.
The naked, grey-haired old leader yelled in a frenzy at the wild-eyed, horrified Glenda, ignoring Melissa's supplications: "Lick her, bitch! Eat her cunt, do you hear me? Or perhaps you would prefer to see the boy raped with a hot candle . . . you have your choice, desecrating bitch!"
The stricken woman looked desperately for a way out, but there was none. Mike was being held firmly by two barrel-chested men, and was crouched on the ground with his buttocks higher than his head, while a woman, grinning obscenely, stood behind him holding a thick, lighted candle. Glenda looked up and into the velvety, curl-lined creases of her step-daughter's wetly glistening pussy with its pink little lips almost seeming to smile down at her and her face twisted with conflicting emotions. God, her tight little cunt was beautiful; and, another glance at the candle held at Mike's vulnerable buttocks decided her to follow the evil order in that she had no real choice anyway. She nodded meekly, unable to utter a word, her cheeks aflame with the shame and humiliation of others watching her lick her young step-daughter's openly throbbing cunt.
She began to lick with hesitation at first, but as she did so, another woman spread her legs wide and started to tease hotly at Genda's own pussy in the same wetly swirling manner. Glenda couldn't see that it was a woman and assumed that it was a man who was licking and sucking on her almost painfully hungering cuntal mouth. The satisfaction Glenda experienced at the voraciously laving tongue had induced in her an automatic impulse to lick and suck more erotically at Melissa's, wet young pussy hovering salaciously above her face.
At the leader's order, the men pushed the young blonde forward so that she was kneeling on all fours, her hands above her step-mother's head, while the squat, thick-set Tutul, who now straddled Glenda's nakedly heaving belly, thumb-pressured the soft white moons of
Melissa's buttocks apart before driving his tongue sharply up into her tiny puckered anus. The teenager bvucked her loins up from her step-mother's now avidly sucking mouth from the electric thrill that shot through her body, but she was quickly pulled back, whimpering with shame and tearfully begging the men to release her. The thick, stubby fingers of Tutul, squatting with his knees squashing against the sides of Glenda's breasts, held Melissa's satin soft thighs in a vise-like grip as he steadied his short, but hugely thick penis against the tight little anal hole that had dilated so violently at the touch and intrusion of his tongue.
Melissa screamed as the old servant pressured the excitedly pulsing tip of his short stubby cock-head up into the rubberily expanded opening of the young girl's rectum. Beneath the pain-wracked girl, her step-mother almost wept for her, even as she herself writhed salaciously around beneath the maddeningly swirling tongue in her own cunt below. And then, her body trembled in sympathy as Melissa's naked young body above jerked downward against her tightly locked mouth from the sudden shock of receiving the whole length of the stubby little cudgel into her wide-stretched anal passage. Although unable to see more than her step-daughter's pubic mound and naked little belly, she had felt the heavy, sperm-filled balls of Tutul slap fleshily down against her chin, and she could tell where he was fucking her.
And still the crazed old grandfather was not satisfied on behalf of his special mentor, the god of vice.
"He will kneel in front of the sacrifice!" he commanded, pointing to Raymond, "or let him see his son's asshole swallow a burning candle!"
Raymond was by now seriously considering whether or not he and his family were destined to die in this vast underground relic. The mention of "sacrifice" was scaring him out of his wits, not as much for himself and Glenda as for his beloved children. He was convinced the mad cultists would turn to murder if he and his family refused to obey the every lust-driven whim of their leader. The lovely young blonde haired girl they called Barbara was fucking every way they wanted her to . . . perhaps, although she appeared to enjoy it, she knew it was her only salvation . . . but what did they have in store for himself? Perhaps they would whip him - or something equally as perverse - in front of his ravished daughter for intruding on their insane ceremony . . .
"Now, my little bitch," the grey-bearded leader hissed at Melissa, "suck your father's cock!"
Squatting rigid with pain, blinded by the agonizing pleasure of what felt like a white-hot poker inside her anus, the quaking young girl neither saw her father's erectly throbbing cock in front of her face nor understood the old man's command.
"Open your desecrating mouth wide, you little bitch!" she heard the old man yell, and then obeyed, quivering as Tutul eased his thickly impaling cock back out of her tightly clinging litle rectum a little way only to push it back in, slowly this time. She opened her mouth in a wide oval, her tongue flicking hotly out around her lips so that they glistened like a small, circled halo in the dim lights of the cavern.
"Well, you idiot... do it!" he hissed again, this time at the girl's father. "Fuck her in the mouth!"
Another look at his white-faced son was enough. Raymond gently placed the swollen head of his heavily pulsing cock between his daughter's soft, wetly parted lips. He was surprised that Melissa looked so eager and he could swear that look on her face was ecstasy, not pain from the thick cock buried deep up inside her rectum from behind. Her eyes were closed but he knew she was aware of the reason for him being ordered to kneel in front of her. If only he could lose his goddamn fucking erection! he cursed, calling himself all kinds of hateful names. Worse, much worse, Melissa was pulling more of his cock into her mouth and sucking at it - really sucking at it. This had to be the absolute utter end! What would his fourteen year old son think of them after this lewd exhibition of sexual depravity? The real problem was ... in spite of himself ... his daughter's spft lips and hotly darting little tongue were beginning to feel good ... so very good ... on his eagerly pulsating cock.
To brace himself for the now lewdly pleasureful fucking in her rear, and to keep her mouth locked tightly around her father's beautifully throbbing cock, the young girl lifted her hands from the floor and cupped them onto her father's buttocks, letting the shocked man know that she actually wanted him to fuck into her mouth.
"Oh, Melissa, my little baby girl . . . I'm so sorry, honey, so very sorry. They're crazy, honey. I have to do what they ask in order to save us from something that may be worse." If they were going to kill him, he thought, at least his daughter would know how he felt, how sorry he was that she had to endure this further humiliation. "Do you understand, honey? It will all be over soon . . . " He looked down on her lovely golden hair falling over her naked shoulders and voluptuously sloping young tits, and saw her nod her head. "I knew you'd understand," he said, giving an involuntary jerk of his saliva-covered penis into her warm, receptively sucking mouth.
"Ghrist, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, realizing that he had made the crude move of his cock into his daughter's mouth, and she reacted to this by groaning low and pulling his buttocks hungrily towards her so that his cock jerked forward again, bulging her cheeks wider this time. He felt blood surging to swell his penis to a greater thickness, to a more urgent need of Melissa's warmly engulfing little mouth to suck him harder. He shut his eyes tight, as if to block out the lewd, impossible knowledge that if she kept sucking him so wetly, so hungrily like this, he would soon cum in his daughter's mouth . . . and worse, he wanted to!
Apart from the aphrodisiac still active in her system, the reason Melissa was so quickly adjusting her anal passage to the thickly impaling rod of the servant was the way her step-mother lasciviously stimulated her cunt with her tongue- and Glenda worked lovingly at the girl's hot little clitorial bud in automatic reflex to her own irrepressible sexual arouse-ment. As far as she could honestly remember, the woman had never dreamed of admiring or touching the naked body of a member of her own sex. Yet here she was, licking with secret pleasure at her own step-daughter's wide-spread little cunt, the girl she would have gladly thrashed a few hours ago. Unlike her husband, she had not yet associated the copal brew with the sex-madness that was consuming her body, putting it all down to the fact that she had finally reached the point in her life where all the pent-up need had been released and was flooding her being ... but poor Raymond. Was he really being forced to have his sixteen year old daughter suck at his lust-hardened cock like that. She must be gagging all over him, he's so big, she thought.
Glenda had already cum twice from the licking her openly grinding cunt was receiving from the other woman up between her thighs. No one else had noticed the stiffening of her body, the quivering, the curling of her toes, except the woman who licked suckingly at her clitoris at just the right moment, and Melissa who could by then feel other sensations apart from the weirdly pleasurable fucking up into her rectum behind. The sex-crazed young girl did feel her step-mother twice dart her tongue hungrily up into her cunt and swirl it hotly around instead of merely licking it as she was ordered to do. Then the next shockingly awful incident that Glenda was painfully able to remember was when her husband made the supreme effort of self-control and defiance by pulling his almost ready to explode cock from his daughter's wildly sucking mouth. Melissa brazenly groaned!
"Oh god, Daddy . . . don't take it away ... let me suck it, let me suck it!" And, equally as shod ing, her father slid his saliva-dripping hardness right back up into the child's mouth, and she sucked it so willingly Glenda could actually hear her wetly sucking lips as well as her husband's lewdly building grunts of satisfaction! Glenda was finding it hard to hold the girl's thighs steady for her own enforced part of the punishment, the brazen little vixen was working her delightful young body hotly around in a back-moving grind at that awful servant's rape of her tender young buttocks. I wonder what it feels like, having a cock in there . . . painful at first, it seems ... I wonder if . . . Oooooh god, Glenda writhed her naked body around, splaying wider her legs as she started to cum again for the third time. Seeing her in orgasmic climax, one of the men pushed aside the woman's face that was buried hard up between her thighs. He dropped down on top of the wildly cumming step-mother's erotically quivering cunt and fucked his lust-hardened cock up into her hotly pulsating cuntal opening as far as he could. Pleasurably amazed, Glenda achieved an immediate double orgasm with the heavy cock fucking so intently up inside her, and the depraved man shooting out hotly steaming jets of warm male cum into her feverishly absorbing womb.
Melissa felt the reaction to the sexual happening underneath her: her cunt and rectal holes seemed to produce between them the most wonderful orgasm she had reached during the long, weird orgy. The nakedly writhing and sucking teenager had already forgotten the pain and the humiliation, the wicked situations of incestuousness and lesbianism. She realized that she was exploding up inside her cunt and her asshole all at once; her whole pubic area was a mass of fiery nerve ends sending thousands of thrilling orgasmic spasms to every tiny part of her body and filling her mind with lightning flashes of weirdly bursting shapes and colors.
More, more, more! she wanted to cry out, but her father was ready to cum in her mouth, too, and she could only manage to moan out her pleasure in complete abandon around the hotly pistoning cock which was beginning to jerk slightly now in approaching orgasm. Dear Glenda was helping her by licking her pussy from below, she knew, and she was pleased that a man had gotten on top of her and fucked her, too. Dad . . . cum . . . cum, Daddy! . . . she could only think of what she wanted, she couldn't stop now ... he was cumming!
"AAAHHHHH!" in one loud groan, the professor shot his heavily bursting load of hot scalding juices deep up into his daughter's greedily sucking and swallowing mouth. He had wanted to pull out at the last minute; he had meant to pull out, but in the end he could not resist the insistent sucking of his sixteen year old daughter's beautiful young mouth. It just feel to wonderfully good and he let his exploding cock stay right where it was as she nibbled and milked away from it every last drop of his salaciously spewing cum . . . anyway, the crazy old man may have killed them all if Melissa hadn't been so strong and brave. What else could he do?
When the desk clerk back at the pension realized that the Carey's had been gone long enough to have collected the children and returned, he took it upon himself to call the policia. If anything happened to the American family, at least he would be absolved of any responsibility. Anything could have happened, car trouble in the jungle . . . anything . . .
David was the only one who was not surprised by the shrill blasts of the police whistles interrupting the "festivities". He had suspected such an intrusion as soon as he saw that the kids' parents had arrived, and all the while in the cavern when he was held firm by a brawny cukist he was deciding on which blacked-out secret passage he would take in an emergency, for several narrow passages led to air vents down the hillside.
During the initial confusion of the raid, David led his friends, as well as the Carey family, out through a ventilation hole into the brush of the jungle. After a walk of about a mile to the house, their legs scratched by brambles, their feet cut and bruised, they all hurried to dress in whatever clothes they could find and then depart, David and his cousin driving off with Kenny and Anna, the Carey family in the rented jeep, on the long, silent drive back to Mereda. .
In the pocket of his pants, Raymond stuffed what he thought of as a souvenir of ancient Mexico ... a small flask of copal brew, stolen from the Geldman villa.
A few days later, when the whole family was again on a normal relationship, without even mentioning their shameful experience in the jungle villa of Andrew Geldman, they were milling about the courtyard of the pension, enjoying the cool evening breezes and sipping at lemonaids.
Raymond and Glenda were looking forward to a night alone in the pension, since both Mike and Melissa had made plans for the evening.
Mike was pleased to have made some friends of his own, without the help of his older sister. He had completely lost interest in her glowing young body and was beginning to see her as a selfishly indulgent person. When he had the time, and felt like having a woman, he would find one, he thought confidently. There were a lot of incredibly beautiful dark-skinned beauties around Mereda . . . for some reason, he felt more attracted to brunettes now . . .
Melissa was looking radiant as she left for her date with the fine young son of a fellow scholar of Mayan history they had met in the dining room of the pension. Both Raymond and Glenda heartily approved of the strapping young man, as did Melissa, who kissed them both lightly as she breezed out the door. "Bye Dad, see you tonight . . . Bye Glenda . . . " The young girl hesitated for a moment, and then turning her wide blue eyes toward her step-mother said sweetly:
"Glenda, would you mind if I called you . . . mother now?"