Chapter 1
She traced her moistened forefinger lightly around the rim of the glass, collecting some of the salt.
"I adore these margaritas," she said. "Really." Opening her lips she ovaled them around her raised finger, and her cheeks drew in as she sucked the salty finger languorously. Her long lashes fell, shadowing her deep brown eyes so she could surreptitiously watch the mari-achi musicians a couple of tables away.
"I'll take beer," Jeff said coolly. He knew damn well what Anna was up to, and he knew it would be but a matter of minutes before the sombreroed musicians were at their table, panting over the slim but voluptuous brunette.
He was wrong. The trio was at their elbows in seconds; they had been watching the sexy gringa all the while they were singing and playing "Cieiito Lindo" for the middle-aged couple of Americanos. There were three of them: violin, guitar, and a tremendous tub-shaped bass guitar. The Mexican musicians were more nearly alike than their instruments. They wore the tight trousers and short brocaded jackets and huge sombreros of charros. All three had little black moustaches and dark melting eyes and protruding stomachs.
Anna drew her finger slowly from her sucking lips, then let her mouth droop open while she tongued her fingertip. The violin player let his breath out explosively, and Anna glanced downward, still from under lowered lashes. Yes, the crotch of his tight black trousers was developing a conspicuous bulge.
"Would you like 'La Paloma,' senorita? Senora?" asked the guitarist in strongly accented English. He eyed the several rings on her fingers. Mierda! It was impossible to tell if these young gringas were married or not.
Jeff didn't budge from his relaxed slump in the splint-and-leather chair, but his bright blue eyes were like ice as he fixed them on the guitarist. He knew very well that these Mexican dudes referred to their cocks as palomas-doves. How fucking poetic! His gaze chilled even more, and the musician's smile evaporated. This blond gringo had a strong set of shoulders, and the short sleeves of his thin denim shirt exposed powerfully muscled arms.
"No musica." Jeffs voice was low but unequivocal, and his gaze still held that of the guitarist like a vise.
"Con permiso," the violinist said hastily and the trio moved away.
"What're you so uptight about, Jeff?" Her finger was away from her mouth now and her wide lips were set in a thin straight line.
Jeff kept his cool as he flicked a glance at his fiancee. Her walnut-brown hair was pulled back and tied in a loose ponytatt, emphasizing the fine bones and flat planes of her delicately sculptured face. His glance swept on down, taking in the impressive bulge of her unrestrained boobs against her shirt which was unbuttoned nearly to the bottom, and the bottom tied in a knot across her sunbrowned stomach a full three inches above the top of her hip-hugging jeans. Her exposed belly-button was below the table top. At twenty, Anna was an excitingly attractive woman of almost classic beauty. He wondered what she would be like at thirty.
"I get a bit pissed off after a while at these studs who think they've all got to pass the test as heavy Latin lovers." He let his eyes wander across the other tables of the sidewalk cafe where they were sitting, then across the street and upward to fix on the spires of the ancient cathedral half a block away.
Hell, that was what he'd come to Mexico for, to study the art and the architecture. Here they were in Guadalajara-with its legendary churches and museums and universities, and so far all they'd done was slop around town and drink in the daytime and smoke grass at the pad in the evening. A couple of guys from the Art Department at the University of New Mexico had come down the previous semester and located a pad, and that's where he and Anna were staying.
Anna stared at Jeff with growing anger, then she thought better of it. She tipped her glass and swallowed the rest of the margarita, and forced a smile.
"Come on, honey. Let's go back to the casa. The others will be at the university, taking in the art exhibit."
That's where I ought to be, too, he thought, bringing his gaze back to hers. But the glow in her humid brown eyes evoked a grudging tension in his groin.
"Let's go," he said shortly, and stood up.
Every pair of male eyes turned to follow the sinuous undulation of Anna's hips and buttocks with their tightly molded covering of tie-dyed jeans. And more than one hot-eyed senorita looked hungrily at the blond curls and brawny frame of the young man. Que quapo! What would be the difference in making love with the tall gringo compared with one of the local boys?
They walked on down Independencia, then turned right on Industria. Anna stepped over a scrawny dog asleep in the middle of the slanting sidewalk and pushed open a heavy wooden door set in a high wall frosted with broken glass. Jeff followed her in, closing the door behind him.
"Come on, honey," Anna urged from the open doorway of one of the rooms.
At the special note in her voice, Jeff felt the tightening in his groin again. He turned away from the courtyard and entered the squalid room, unlit except for a little light filtering through a broken window high on the wall.
"Turn on the radio." Anna was already untying the knot of her shirt. Quickly she flipped it over a chair of untanned leather and turned toward him, her firmly molded breasts swinging out invitingly. The carmine nipples were already swelling and hardening. She sat on the edge of the rumpled bed and pulled open the drawer of a small but heavy wooden bedside table, fumbled inside and drew out a small box.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. "Just one joint. We'll share it." She lit the stick of marijuana and drew deeply on it. "Here." She handed it to Jeff and stood up to peel off her tight jeans, kicking off her plaited-leather sandals at the same time.
Instead of drawing on the cigarette, Jeff stood looking at the lissome girl as she slid her sheer nylon bikini panties down her full, rounded thighs and let them drop to the tile floor. It was just like the first time he'd seen her naked. Breathtaking. Anna had a body that artists dreamed of. Then his thoughts and feelings changed from esthetic to purely animal.
He handed back the joint. "I don't need that," he said tautly, his blue eyes roving up and down her golden-tanned body, lingering over her boobs thrusting out like unripe papayas, then down to sweep over the slight swell of her belly, down to the rich cluster of dark hair covering her pubic mound. A hot wave of uncontrollable desire swept through him like wildfire on a dry prairie, and he whipped out of his own clothes.
Anna glanced at him in startled delight as he practically lunged at her. Hastily she stubbed out the joint and sank back onto the bed, raising her arms and legs to embrace him. She caught one swift glimpse of his erect cock, swaying swollen-headed, outthrust from his own reddish bush of pubic hair, then he was kneeling over her and she felt the massive blunt head probing the barely moist outer lips of her pussy. At the same time the marijuana she had just inhaled touched her inside like hot fingers, and she joyously threw her legs up and about his waist.
"Oh God!" he groaned as he plunged his long tool all the way into her, not stopping the single fierce thrust until he felt his aching cockhead bump lightly against her cervix. At the same time his balls flopped along the flat plane of her uptilted asscheeks.
The pain of the sudden dive into her only partly prepared love-channel quickly dissipated, and Anna tightened the grip of her legs about her lover. She pulled his head down hard, smothering his face in the hollow of her neck while her hands caressed his back. Her cunt muscles involuntarily squeezed his embedded shaft and they both sucked in their breath with quick gasps.
"Oh honey!" she moaned, her nails raking lightly down his back. "You're the greatest."
Jeff held still for several long moments. His quick desire had been so overwhelming; he didn't want to blast his load as suddenly. He lay on her strong cushioned body until he felt his self-control coming back. Tentatively he tightened the muscles of his asshole, causing his unmoving cock to swell.
"Oh! Oh! Honey!" Anna squealed softly as the throbs sent responsive quivers through her clasping pussy, to spread in warm waves throughout her belly. It was always like this, she thought, through the rosy haze veiling her half-seeing eyes. Even the first time they had made it together a year ago at the university. There had been others, of course, but Jeff's brawny cock seemed to touch depths and stir primitive emotions she had never known she possessed.
"Oh!" The half-thoughts melted away as she gave herself over entirely to the sharp, ecstatic arrows showering through her groin and penetrating to every nerve-ending of her writhing body.
"Hold still, baby!" Jeff grunted. "Too fast!"
"I can't!" she gasped, saliva drooling from the corner of her distorted mouth as the first orgasm erupted within her. "I'm coming, Jeff! Oh, honey, I'm coming! Ooooooooh!"
He stopped his movements and clenched his teeth in an effort to stall off his own climax. Hell! He'd just gone into her. But Anna was like that. Sometimes she went slow and easy, then sometimes, unpredictably, she blasted off with the explosive suddenness of a packet of firecrackers.
"Come with me, lover! Oh, honey, come with me!"
Her strong, smooth thighs were tensing and squeezing around his waist and hips as she tried to climb up and down his rigid cock. Mouthing obscenities in an incoherent stream, her eyes rolling and her teeth gnawing at his shoulder, she jerked and hunched her quivering body at him like a woman gone mad.
He couldn't last. Bracing his elbows and knees against the lumpy bed, he drove into her demanding cunt with his big rod as hard as he could. He felt his own balls and the base of his cock twitching and spasming with the impending explosion of his built-up load.
"You bitch!" he grunted. "You hot bitch! You beautiful, fucking bitch!"
His powerful drives were enough to ram her halfway through the mattress, but Anna was in the throes of her second climax, and her return thrusts were as fierce as his own.
"Now!" she whimpered. "Aaaaaaaaaah, now! Now!" Her nails clawed down his back, and she laughed aloud, joyously, as she felt the first charge of sperm lancing from his pumping cock to bathe the steamy depths of her tunnel.
Jeff clamped his open lips against hers, feeling and tasting her hot, passion-flavored breath. Clamping his hands under her shoulders he dragged her into his final lunges as he emptied his load of jism into her.
Panting heavily, he collapsed on her, his drained cock still hard within her. Gently now, she milked the hard muscle with her expert pussy.
"What a prick you've got, darling," she murmured in his ear, stroking his short curly hair.
Now that her passion had subsided, her thoughts took shape again, and wandered. She remembered the time she'd urged Jeff to let his hair grow long. Christ! He'd looked like a yellow-headed African, with the long bushy curls sticking out all over. They'd both agreed he looked better with it cut close to his head, no matter how the rest of the students wore theirs. She chuckled at the memory, and her laugh caused her cunt to tighten suddenly around his now-softening dong. Would he get hard again? she wondered.
But Jeff had had enough, at least for the moment. He rolled part way off of her, still holding her close enough not to dislodge his cock. A feeling of tranquility eased the indescribable tension he had been experiencing before they had made love. The sweat that had filmed over their bodies in the heat of their fucking now cooled comfortably. He closed his eyes and relaxed, and his limp tool slipped out of her sopping wet cunt.
Still holding him in an embrace more like a mother's than a lover's, Anna opened her eyes and started up at the dim ceiling, with its rough-hewn wooden beams. She wanted a smoke now, but she didn't want to release the comfortable bulk of Jeff's body. She loved him, but he seemed pretty uptight sometimes. Like, here in Mexico, in Guadalajara, he got jealous when she flirted with the Mexican men. What if she did have a little affair or two? What difference would it make? Jeff was her man, and they intended to get married after they graduated from the university. Meanwhile, she was free, dammit.
Her wandering eyes noticed a large crack in the wall of the room, almost directly below the high window. Suddenly a slit of bright afternoon sunlight came through clearly, and Anna smiled to herself. Somebody had been watching them screwing. The thought excited her, for she had often fantasized about doing a lascivious dance before a group of watching men, then putting on a sex exhibition. Sometimes she was an Arab dancing girl in a hashish den in some North African or Middle Eastern city; sometimes she was the captive slave of an African tribe of huge, muscular warriors.
Who was outside? she wondered. A man? Or only some nosy neighborhood kids? It didn't matter; she was excited by the knowledge that male eyes-it had to be a male-were laving her naked body and visually participating in her sex actions. She reached over to run her hand through the wet hair of Jeffs crotch, sliding over his slippery, shrunken dong to clasp his balls in her warm hand and fondle them gently.
He tensed slightly, then relaxed. "You drained me, baby," he said sleepily. "That was fast and furious."
She said nothing, but kept handling his balls tenderly and expertly. She pushed her forefinger on past his sac and between the juncture of his thighs, over the sensitive ridge where the base of his cock became a part of his pelvis, then her fingertip stroked the crisp short hairs around his asshole. He tensed again, and relaxed.
Leaning her head down his chest, she tongued his nipple while her finger teased his asshole, poking at the squinty little eye. She felt the tiny protuberance stiffen and grow under the moist caress of her tongue, and a little quiver rippled through the base of his limp cock. Slowly Jeffs thighs spread apart to give her better access to his apparatus.
He didn't see the little smile on Anna's lips as she cocked an eye toward the crack in the wall and saw that again the sunlight was blocked out. She quickly projected on the screen of her mind a handsome Mexican youth, dark-eyed and swarthy, licking his lips and probably fondling his own stiffening cock while he watched the senorita going over her lover. A pleasant heat suffused her body, and she wondered if she were blushing. The thought excited her more.
Moving down from his flinty little nipple, she brushed her soft thick lips across his chest, tonguing as she went. Her finger poked a fraction of an inch into the clenched, rubbery orifice of his ass. The quiver through the base of his cock was stronger this time. She glanced down to see the flaccid flesh-pole rolling lazily across Jeff's thighs and starting its slow progress up his belly as it began to harden again. She imagined that his quickened breathing was the hoarse excited breathing of the watcher outside.
As her inquisitive fingertip probed just inside his grommet, Jeff felt desire again flushing his loins. A couple of minutes ago he would have sworn it couldn't happen again, not for several hours at least. Jesus! Anna was one hot creature, as much an artist in her way as he was with the brushes and oils. And she had absolutely no hangups. That was the trouble. For a split second a frown creased his forehead, then a shiver of delight shot through him as Anna's questing mouth went across his belly and her finger poked a trifle deeper into his pinched asshole.
He reached down and ran his hand througn her hair, loosened from the ribbon which had knotted her ponytail. The long brown strands spread across his pelvis and his thighs, and he felt her tonguetip flick across the head of his nearly erect cock. His eyes glazed and half-closed, nor did he notice that she kept shifting position to give the best view to the invisible watcher at the crack in the wall. Now she got up on her knees and elbows, her buttocks aimed directly at the wall as she took the bulging head of his tool in her mouth. Swinging her valentine-shaped buttocks slowly from side to side, she began a lazy bobbing with her head, taking a little more of his slowly expanding shaft into her mouth on each downstroke.
Jeffs legs stiffened and he spread them farther apart. He stroked Anna's flowing hair.
"That's nice, baby," he murmured, his eyes closed in rapture. "Oh, that's nice. Don't stop; don't stop. That's so good!"
It was. Jeff had had his cock sucked by other chicks back on the campus, and often with expertise, but never the way Anna did it. She turned him on like no other woman could. He clenched his teeth and forced himself to lie quietly instead of seizing her head and thrusting himself upward, deep into her mouth and throat
"Christ, that's good!" he gritted between clenched teeth.
Anna's flexible lips smiled around his thick cock. Twisting around to give a full view of her face with his tool half-buried in it to the viewer, she went down slowly, relaxing her throat muscles as the bulbous head wedged deep in her throat. She felt the sinewy shaft expanding even more with the excitement of her sword-swallowing act. From time to time she did this for Jeff, but never often enough for it to be taken for granted. Now she pressed down, letting the slippery wedge-shaped head pry apart the walls of her throat. Down, down she went until the wedge was past the first powerful constriction of her throat; after that it was easier.
"Oh shit, baby!" The ecstatic cry burst from Jeffs lips as he felt her teeth nibbling lightly at the very base of his cock. For a split second he wondered what the hell had turned Anna on so, but the rapturous streaks of lightning lancing through his cock and through his groin scorched out all other thoughts and sensations. He gave himself up entirely to the moment's delight.
"... from Guadalajara, the city of roses ..." The announcer's voice came softly through the radio. A moment later the strains' of delightful mood-music came through the I'm station, and Anna matched her up and down strokes to the slow rhythm.
Finally the uncontrolled jerking of Jeffs ass indicated to her that he wasn't far from coming, so she pulled her mouth off his throbbing prick, popping her lips like a child reluctantly releasing its candy sucker. She had a couple more tricks to perform for the man outside. She sensed that it was a man, for a youngster would have been shouting excitedly and carrying on. This watcher was silent, engrossed. She imagined his hand rubbing his stiffened cock through his trousers, or if nobody was around, probably he had it out, stroking away and imagining that her lips were around it. She smiled.
Rising on her knees she pushed Jeff's spread legs closer together and straddled them with her back toward his face, and her own face toward the crack in the wall. Seizing his pulsing tool in one hand, she moved her knees and positioned herself over the rampant flesh-pole. Holding it tightly below the swollen head, she parted the hair over her cunt-lips with her other hand, exposing the moist fleshy folds. She thrust her pussy down until the outer lips just contacted the tip of the pink knob rearing up to her. The stretched pink skin of the head was wet with the saliva of her mouth and the preliminary oozing out through the tiny slit of an orifice in the tip.
Slowly she stroked it along the slot of her cunt, all the way from her asshole up to her clit, hooded by the apex of her cunt-lips. Hot waves swept over her entire body as she felt the hidden eye burning, raping her visually while she moved her ass enticingly back and forth over the spike tipping her sensitive pussy. She moved her free hand up to cup and squeeze her swaying tits, one after the other. The purplish-pink nipples popped out like little hard-ons, stiff and swollen, and she squeezed them and rotated her finger and thumb over them.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed, her mouth slackening and opening. Head now thrown back, her hair fell far down her shoulders and back, rippling with her movements. Waiting no longer, she fixed the tip of the cock-head right against her juicy cunt-opening.
Eyes veiled by her long lashes, she licked her lips feverishly as she sank slowly down, feeling the huge prick stretching her canal, forcing the snug walls apart.
"Oh, man!" she groaned. "Oh, Jeff. Oh God? That's the greatest!" The juices gushed around the invading cylinder, and she sank heavily, letting the entire shaft slide into her. She gave another long sigh as her asscheeks settled on his groin. It felt as if Jeff were all the way up inside her, right up through her stomach, nearly touching her throat. Her tongue thrust far out to lick her lips.
Jeff lay in a blissful daze, balanced delicately on the ridge between control and one hell of a climax. Lazily he swept his slitted eyes over the smooth curving back of the woman mounted on his hard aching cock. With his head braced against a pillow, he watched her slow ride up and down, her firm but fleshy asscheeks swelling out over his belly. He reached out and pushed against her back gently, and she leaned far forward, almost touching her elbows to the bed. Her ass was now fully exposed to his view and he could see his vein-swollen shaft, glistening wet in the dimness of the room, sliding in and out of the hair-encircled ring of her cunt. The pressure of his cock, bent forward by her position, gave him a slightly different thrill.
She looked back at him and smiled, her wide lips wet by her perpetually moving, lascivious tongue. The bright gleam of her eyes betrayed her excitement and delight.
"You're the greatest, baby," he murmured. He watched the pink lips of her stretched cunt-hole pull in and out as she slid up and down slowly. She kept watching him, and her own excitement was fueled by the look on his face.
He tickled her asshole with his fingertip. The puckered little brown eye was slightly stretched by the tremendous pressure inside her pussy channel, only a membrane away.
She laughed at the^jiew sensation, and her cunt muscles clenched spasmodically on his captive dick. Then she straightened up to her former position and resumed her slow ride, like a kid on a hobby-horse in a carnival. Both her hands were clasping her tits now, and she almost forgot about the hidden watcher as the preliminary throbs of impending climax pulsed through her belly.
Abruptly the surges erupted into an overwhelming tidal wave of rapture and she broke her steady rhythm to bounce wildly up and down the thick rod impaling her.
"Now, lover!" she shrieked, her head jerking from side to side. "I'm coming, love. I'm coooooooommm-mmming! Now! Oh! Now! Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
Jeff felt his own load building up, but he suddenly wanted to be on top of her, to be in control of his ramming machine, to drive it through her willing body. The moment she subsided somewhat from her rending climax, he reared up and threw her off him and onto the bed, flipping her over onto her back with his powerful arms. His throbbing, swollen cock was out of her for only a second as he flung himself between her gaping thighs. Then he was plunging himself into her again, plowing cruelly into the pussy furrow that was now sopping wet with their combined juices.
Anna grimaced slightly at the raging force of the bludgeon invading her, then her legs locked around Jeffs waist and she gave herself up to the renewed waves of delight. She came again, and again, and still the piledriving hammer drove on and on.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, a trickle of saliva slipping from the corner of her slack lips. "Come, honey! For God's sake come! I don't think I can take any more."
Her upturned asscheeks were wet with all the juice sliding out of her overflowing pussy, and the front of Jeffs hips made a smacking sound as he pounded away. His toes were dug into the mattress as he forced himself deeper into her belly. He. could feel that his cock was now swollen to gigantic proportions, and Anna's groans were pleas for mercy, but a rage possessed him and he drove into her savagely.
Then the trigger released itself, and he felt the first leaping surge of sperm torrenting through his cock. Anna's hands tore weakly at her hair and her eyes rolled about as his jerking dick spurted charge after charge of hot cream deep inside her tormented channel.
Finally he relaxed, spent and panting, and Anna sighed with relief. Her battered cunt automatically milked the remaining drops of jism from his dong, while her glazed eyes sought the crack in the wall. As she watched, completely relaxed and already half-asleep, the sunlight suddenly slitted its way through. The watcher had gone.
Smiling contentedly, Anna fell asleep.