Chapter 2
"San Tomas!" Anna exclaimed scornfully. "Shit, Jeff, who wants to go live in that elephants' graveyard? Just a bunch of antiques-retired Americans waiting to die. This town swings. Or we could go on to Mexico City, if you don't want to stay here. There's plenty of art in Mexico City."
The early afternoon sun heated the little courtyard like an oven. Ada lay on a multicolored serape, spread in the middle of the square of sunlight. She was totally naked, her reddish-brown hair spread out from her head like a bronze halo, while the brighter-colored hair of her pubis glinted in the sun. A pair of very dark sunglasses shielded her eyes. Her arms were flung out from her sides, and her legs were widespread.
Cal lay back in a leather-laced lounge chair in the shaded patio facing the courtyard. His black eyes were fixed reflectively on Ada's cunt. The long pink-lipped slit showed through the parted mat of hair, but the puffy lips touched, concealing the mouth of her love-chute.
Jeff sprawled in another chair, a dripping daiquiri held loosely in his hand propped on an adjacent table. He was. watching Cal. Cal and Ada were the more or less permanent householders of this slummy pad; from time to time other American and Canadian hippies dropped in to crash for a while. Jeff hardly noticed Anna's outburst. He was concentrating on the deep-olive countenance of Cal.
From behind her dark glasses, Ada was studying Cal, too. After several weeks of living with the guy, she still couldn't figure him. Tall, even taller than Jeff, and slim, with the corded muscular force of a rawhide -quirt, he wore a close-trimmed curly black beard that further concealed his age. He had come down to Guadalajara and signed up for a minimal number of art-related courses at the Universidad. He received GI checks from the Veterans' Administration, for he had been in Vietnam for over two years. According to his infrequent and succinct comments about himself, Cal was an existentialist, a believer in the absurdity of life and nothing more. When Ada had come drifting through and decided to stay at the pad, he had said neither yes or no. She stayed.
She felt the prickling of perspiration as it broke out on her hot hide, forming a fine sheen over most of her body. Looking at Cal's bearded lips, she felt an extra heat in her loins. Christ! The guy really turned her on! Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she tensed and flexed her thighs and buttocks, causing her cunt to squirm and part like a hungry mouth.
Cal's heavy-browed eyes slid upward across her perfectly round tits, only slightly flattened by their weight. If he noticed the swelling of her pink nipples in the middle of their pale aureolas, he betrayed no expression.
"Y'know what, Jeff?" he said calmly. "I can see that as a sort of surrealistic painting, or maybe even a double-exposure photograph. Imagine that body in just that pose on a huge, sun-glared sundial."
"You prick!" Ada's lips, parted and heavy with her growing passion, suddenly snapped into a taut line. "Is that all you think of when you see my bod? A goddam painting?"
Jeff grinned wryly and sipped his daiquiri. Then he turned toward Anna who was lying in a cord hammock strung between a pillar of the patio and a large hook in the wall. Keeping his voice emotionless, he said, "San Tomas is an old Indian village on the lake. A lot of artists live there, and the settings are natural and colorful. So are the natives. Guadalajara is getting plastic."
At that moment the announcer's voice broke through the background music of the battery-operated radio in the corner of the patio; "This is Guadalajara, the pearl of the West, Mexico's second largest city."
"Say, Anna, aren't you on a sociology kick?" Ada demanded, sitting up suddenly. She folded her feet across the tops of her plump thighs in a crosslegged lotus position, then straightened her back and drew in her breath, raising her milk-pale boobs into enchanting arched domes. "How's this pose, maestro?" she flung at Cal.
Anna scowled a trifle. A twinge of guilt flickered through her mind as she admitted that yes. her stated purpose in coming to Mexico was to gather material for a sociology monograph on a Latin culture. She had read Oscar Lewis and all the other writers on the Mexican and CHicano cultures, and having lived most of her life in New Mexico. she spoke Spanish fluently enough. But since arriving in Guadalajara, her intellect seemed to have merged into her senses, and she felt more than she thought these days. The old architecture of the city, still embedded in the new steel-and-concrete landscape like a dull, flawed gem in a shiny setting, pleased her eyes; the high-pitched singing of the mariachi trou-badors appealed to her ears; and the scent of jasmine and plumeria was sensually intoxicating as it permeated her nostrils and her whole being.
In San Tomas, the tiny village on the shore of Lake Chapala, she would have ample opportunity to gather all the data she needed for her monograph. She had been there recently with Jeff to visit his uncle and aunt who owned a very comfortable casa right on the lake's edge. But there were no young people there, none that she had seen. The tiny pueblo was dirty, with cobble-stoned streets-alleys, rather. No place to dance, or rap with beautiful people. Only the natives. Again a twinge of guilt tugged at her.
"And," Jeff went on evenly, "Donna and Val are leaving in a few days on an extended business trip to New York, then they might go on to Europe for awhile. We can have their casa."
"Okay," Anna said resentfully. "Let's go."
In spite of himself, Jeff broke into a short pleased laugh. That was Anna! Impetuous, candid, no hangups. He shot her a warm look. "We can go in the morning just as well. This is Mexico, after all. You don't do things suddenly."
"I'll drink to that," Ada exclaimed, raising her arms in a ballet pose. "If somebody'll bring me a drink." She looked directly at Cal.
"Are you trying to tell me something, puta?" Cal said.
Eavesdropping from the dark greasy compartment that passed for a kitchen, Lupe the maid of all chores winced at the Spanish term for "whore." But Ada only laughed.
"Chinga tu madre!" Fuck your mother!
Lupe winced again. Santa Maria, but these "heepees" were strange animals. Had she said such a thing to her current lover Juan, he would have slapped her silly. But the tall silent gringo, for all his macho in the bed, got up and began to make a fresh shaker of daiquiris. Lupe shook her head, but continued peeking from the obscurity of the kitchen. When El Alto took a drink to the seated nude girl, she reached up and pinched his cock through his worn jeans.
Maria! thought Lupe, rubbing her swarthy hand down over her barrel-shaped belly to stroke between her fat thighs. She would like to have the tall one's piece in her. She had seen it more than once, what with the way they all lay about naked, smoking marijuana and fucking everywhere. It was the longest meat she had ever seen on any man, as long, even, as some she had seen on horses. Que guapo! Her fingers plowed deeper in her well-used furrow. Would she be able to take all that long instrument inside her? But the silent gringo never looked at her except to give orders. She shrugged and returned to her chores.
Anna rolled lightly out of the hammock and padded barefoot to the end of the patio, to the toilet. Cal, seated near Jeff again, turned his head toward the other and said in a low terse voice, "Get her the fuck out of Mexico!" Then he poured himself a small drink from the shaker.
Jeff stared at him in disbelief. He had known Cal now for only a week or so, but he felt he knew the man well. As well as anyone could get to know the strange individual. But he would have sworn that Cal would never give advice to anyone. He could think of nothing to say in reply, but that was all right, too, because Cal obviously didn't expect a reply. He was facing Ada again and sipping daintily at his drink.
He was still staring when Anna came back from the John. She turned up the radio a bit and the compelling rhythm of a mambo came through. A little smile played over her mobile lips as she began dancing, her body in sinuous tempo with the music. As she danced, the loosely tied knot of her shirttail came unloosed and fell over her tight, unbelted hiphugger jeans. When the unbuttoned shirt came apart in front, she simply shrugged the garment off, letting it drop to the tile floor of the patio. Barefoot and bare-topped, she danced in a transport of delight, caught up completely in the music and her own movements.
"What a set of boobs!" Ada exclaimed, her voice subdued in its sincerity. Unconsciously she reached for her own and fondled them lightly while she watched the other girl's breasts jiggling and swaying.
"I'll have some of that," she said, rising with fluid grace to her feet'and stepping into the shade of the patio. As she hit the tile she slipped into the rhythm of the dance, hardly more than arms' length in front of Anna.
Jeff and Cal watched. Anna was an inch or two taller than the chestnut-haired Ada, and her hips were trimmer. Ada had a truly voluptuous pair of hips and buttocks, but they were firm and shapely, and as she danced to the seductive Latin beat she appeared to be sensuality incarnate. Jeff felt his prick hardening.
Ada was right. Anna's tits were something else. Larger than Ada's own round beauties, they had a slight melon shape to them, and they pointed outward from the center of her chest, instead of straight ahead. Both girls' nipples were stubby-hard now, Anna's deep crimson and Ada's a lighter pink.
Ada danced gradually closer to Anna, her eyes fixed hungrily on the purple aureolas of her breasts, huge beauty-spots that excited her strangely. Feeling the other girl's gaze on her, Anna smiled and a ripple of excitement went through her loins, the same excitement she had felt yesterday afternoon when the unseen watcher had observed her and Jeff fucking. Now she could feel the tension in her nipples as they swelled out farther, hardening into wine-red agates. She had only drunk one daiquiri, but she felt intoxicated by it all, the sexy rhythm and the eyes fixed upon her. She wanted to peel out of her jeans and panties and dance naked like Ada, but that would break the rhythm, so she didn't do it.
Ada's hand reached out, slow-motion, as in a dream, smoothly serpentine. Anna caught her breath and bit, her lower lip between her teeth even before she felt the hot moist palm sliding over her breast with feminine knowledge of exactly where to touch. She nearly lost the tempo of the dance as a fiery wave flooded her loins with quick desire. Ada moved closer and put her other arm about Anna's slim waist, still swaying, and undulating to the music. The hand on Anna's tit cupped and fondled expertly as her thumb and forefinger rolled the swollen nipple lightly.
Jeff's cock was bulging against the thin restraint of his jeans. The glass in his hand was forgotten as he stared at the erotic sight. Tearing his eyes away, he shot a glance at Cal. That bearded stoic sat unmoving, but his gaze, too, was magnetized by the swaying figures of the dancing girls. It was impossible to tell what thoughts went on behind his half-closed eyelids.
Now Anna's arms, which had been swaying and curving over her head, came forward, and her hands rested lightly on Ada's. Her head was thrown back and her eyes slitted, while her tongue-tip slithered across her thin lips. Still in rhythm with the music she offered her tits openly to the other girl's caressing hand.
The number ended suddenly. Still holding Anna, Ada dropped her head and took one of the turgid nipples in her mouth, licking and sucking it hungrily. In turn, Anna moved her hands downward across the curved-over back of the auburn-haired one, tantalizing and caressing her with her touch.
A shudder racked Anna's frame as the hot tongue on her nipple struck a particularly erotic combination of nerve-ends, and her gasp sounded in the ears of the watching men. As if in response, Ada's hips jerked. She wheeled away, releasing the shuddering woman, and hurried across the patio to drop on her knees before Cal.
"Open, man!" she moaned. "Open!" Without waiting for him to move, she forced his legs apart and crawled forward into the V. Frantically she unfastened the huge-buckled leather belt of his jeans, and deftly zipped open the fly.
"You're hard!" she exulted, dragging out his cock.
Jeff stared in amazement at the incredibly long meat-pole exposed by the desperate girl. Over many years of being around bare-assed men in lockerrooms and showers he had seen a wide variety of cocks, all sizes and shapes. But the slim sinewy rod thrusting up out of a kinky mass of black hair was the longest by far he had ever seen;
But he only saw the vermilion-capped pillar for a second; the ravenous girl plunged hef saliva-wet lips down over it, taking a third of it into her mouth. Turning her head sideways, she let the hard tip shove her cheek out into a distorted bulge. Watching her, Jeff thought ridiculously of a flute player moving her lips along the rounded instrument, only instead of playing her lips on the surface, Ada was shoving one end into her mouth.
She twisted her head again, shoving down hard to swallow half the rigid muscle. Her naked body quivered as her lips pursed and her cheeks hollowed in with the force of her suction. She seemed to achieve a sort of relief from her near-hysterical urgency, for she pulled her head up, off the glistening cock, and smiled up at Cal.
"Good!" she said huskily. "Yummy!"
Anna had been left suspended on a lift of passion, and she suddenly felt a twinge of panic. She looked at the erotic scene being played in the shade of the patio just a few feet from where she stood, and anger replaced her frustration. She had been the center of attention before; now she was abandoned, forgotten. She looked at the faces of the men.
Cal sat as immobile as a lifelike sculpture, his impassive face turned down toward the kneeling girl between his spread legs. Only the glitter of the amulet strung about his neck betrayed the fact that he was breathing. Nestled in the thicket of hair on his naked chest, the gold-clasped turquoise jewelry secured to a rawhide thong lifted and fell imperceptibly with his breathing, catching the reflected sunlight. His arms rested quietly on the arms of the chair. Only that fantastically long prick, soaring up into the air and partly covered by the clutching hands of Ada, revealed his passion.
Jeff's eyes were fixed on the kneeling girl's face. He was entranced by the play of emotions, raw lust that bordered on fury, in her countenance. Jesus! he thought. What a picture! He needed a camera shot so that he could refer to it later when he attempted to recapture her expression in a painting. But he sat as transfixed as Cal, though Cal was relaxed stillness, while Jeff felt as if every nerve and muscle in his body was tuned as tautly as a piano string.
Again Ada took the rose-tipped wand in her velvety lips and slid her head downward until her forehead bumped against Cal's flat stomach. The very air in the enclosed courtyard and patio seemed to be alive, yet perfectly still with some mystic anticipation. From the kitchen, fat Lupe stared at the focused action, her black eyes round and large, and her hand thrust deep beneath her belly, ramming the cloth of her slatternly skirt into her wet cunt. She hardly breathed.
It was Anna who broke up the scene.
"Lay that joy-stick on the table, Ada," she exclaimed, coming forward. She dug into the pockets of her jeans arid brought out several silver pesos. "Give me some pesos, Jeff."
Jeff let out his breath explosively, and laughed. "Right on," he said, standing up and digging into his pockets. "Christ, Cal, that tool's for barroom betting only."
"The hell it is," Ada retorted, reluctantly coming off the erect cock again and getting to her feet. "Okay, virgin's nightmare, let's play games."
The faintest of smiles curved Cal's lips as he stood up. He towered over the table, his throbbing dong a foot and a half above the leather-covered top of the equipal.
"How the hell do I lay it on the table?" he grunted.
"I'll hold it," Anna volunteered, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She dropped her pesos on the table and seized the high-angled hard-on in both hands, forcing it down parallel with the table top.
Jeff looked at her with amused curiosity, noting the bright glaze in her eyes and her tonguetip flickering over her slack lips. She squeezed the cock in her hands as she pressed it down to the horizontal.
"Move your hands," Ada protested as she picked up some pesos and started to place them on top of Cal's cock.
The stiff tool became even more like a steel rod as the girls touched and pressed it while balancing the coins in a row on top of it. Anna got a firm grip on the sharply pointed pink head with her fingertips, and held it steady while Ada laid on more coins.
"Seven already!" Ada exclaimed, placing the seventh coin just behind the ridge of the cockhead. "And another peso wouldn't begin to cover the head!"
"Christ!" Jeff muttered. "That's more than nine inches."Do you find many women who can take that much cock?"
"Easy," Ada boasted, raking off the coins and brushing aside Anna's hand in the same motion. The released cock sprang up to a defiant angle.
"Come on, honey, let's show them." Ada turned and started for the bedroom she and Cal shared. She held onto his stiff prong with one hand as if she were holding a whip handle, and led him behind her.
"All women are exhibitionists," Cal grunted. He glanced at Jeff with a wry grin. "Come join our orgy." He held up his sagging trousers with one hand and followed Ada. '
Anna followed so closely her breath was hot on Cal's back. With a shrug, Jeff got up and followed the procession into the dim bedroom.
Instead of a bed, Cal had tatamis spread Japanese-style on the floor and covered with several blankets. The bearded man kicked off his huaraches, then allowed Ada to drag his jeans down to his ankles. He wore no undershorts. He dropped to the blankets and Ada pulled* his trousers off, throwing them carelessly into the corner.
"Down, honey," she commanded. "Let me do this." And she pressed her hand against his chest, forcing him to lie back.
He relaxed, folding his hands behind his head to tilt his head forward so he could see all the action about his still-hard tool. Quickly Ada straddled him, her back toward his face. Anna as quickly dropped to her knees in front of the other girl and bent forward to watch avidly as Ada lost no time in grasping the long, sinewy lovestick and pressing the tip into her damp slot. Jeff sat crosslegged to one side, not sure of his feelings at all.
The sense of frustration continued to vaguely irritate Anna as she watched Ada, her tongue outthrust and gripped between her teeth, poise her hips, then slowly ride down as if her knees and thighs were hydraulic jacks, lowering her with fluid smoothness onto the sinewy piston sliding inside her ample loins. Ada braced her hands on Cal's knees, leaning forward somewhat as she continued her descent.
When the shaft was half-buried in her cunt, a little frown of concentration creased her forehead and pinched her eyebrows together. She stopped, balanced like an arrested hobbyhorse on its pole.
"What's the matter? Too much for you?" Anna jeered. She was bent even closer, her face not two feet away from the girl's cock-plugged pussy, and a fine sheen of perspiration gleamed on her forehead.
"It takes some doing." Ada panted. "You can try it next if you want to." Her rounded thighs tensed and she raised her buttocks up, sliding almost off the blue-veined shaft. The taut skin glistened with a slippery coating of the girl's cunt-juice.
Anna could see that it wasn't the thickness of Cal's tool that had slowed Ada; his cock was nowhere near as thick as Jeff's. It was the mind-boggling length of the thing which had caused the sexy girl to halt for a moment
Anna's face was so close now that she could smell the hot scent of Ada's pussy, blended with the exciting odor of cock. Her mouth sagged, and she reached to fondle one of her own breasts.
Ada jiggled her ass in a circular motion, sliding up and down only an inch or two while her flowing pussy lubricated still more the spike wedged inside her. A sloshing sound broke the intense silence of the room, and she grinned lasciviously.
"That oughta do it," she said, looking directly at Jeff and winking. Then she glanced down meaningfully at Anna crouching with her blue-jeaned buttocks tipped skyward.
For the first time Jeff became aware of his own hard-on. He took his eyes off Ada's wedged-open pussy lips and looked at Anna's ripe tits swinging from her down-angled chest like grape-tipped balloons. He also noted that she was caressing one of them while she gazed raptly as Ada began her slow descent again.
Slowly Anna reached out her free hand and slipped it around the lower half of Cal's cock. She squeezed it, then pumped it in short easy strokes even as Ada's cunt descended closer to her fist.
"Wow!" exploded from Cal's clenched mouth. His head was tipped forward enough to see the extra hand working between the wide V of Ada's thighs, and the sensation was almost more than he could bear right then. Closing his eyes, he forced his attention onto an imaginary landscape.
Jeff stood up and peeled out of his clothes. As his own swollen cock sprang outward from his belly, Ada motioned to him with a nod of her head.
"Come here," she said, her eyes fixed hungrily on the huge-knobbed prick.
Jeff grinned and stepped forward between all the outstretched legs and feet until his cock pointed at Ada's wide-open mouth. She clasped her hands around his hard slim asscheeks and pulled him toward her. As her lips closed tightly around the flange of his cock, she closed her.eyes and took in a deep breath that swelled her round tits out until the nipples brushed Jeffs knees.
"Hey!" Anna tore her eyes away from the slowly entering cock-shaft and looked up at her fiance's shaft sinking between Ada's pulling lips. "No fair!" She released her grip on Cal's dong and stood up. Quickly she stripped off her jeans and bikini panties.
A fresh surge of excitement fired her as she realized that all three pairs of eyes were on her, standing naked to one side. Sensually she ran her hands over and under her tits, squeezing them and pressing them upward. Then she ran her hands across her belly and into the dark-chocolate thicket of hair over her love-mound. Her smile was as lascivious as Ada's had been before Ada filled her mouth with Jeff's cock. Slowly, deliberately, she dropped into almost the same position as before, on her knees and elbows with her beautifully rounded buttocks pointed up at an inviting angle.
Ada pulled her mouth off Jeff's cock, now wet with her saliva and his own preliminary juice. "Go, boy!" she ordered, nodding toward the waiting Anna.
Jeff moved around behind Anna and dropped to his knees between her widespread legs. Sliding one hand across the small of her back, he used his other hand to guide his rigid dong into position. He slid the head up and down her slot first, making it juicier than it was al- ready. Then he placed the tip of his cockhead against the pink inner lips of her spread pussy and pressed forward steadily.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Anna sighed as the tremendous knob forced its way into her willing channel. For a moment she felt as if she were choking, so thick was the wedge invading her snug passage, and a blinding flame swept over her, blurring her vision and stopping her breath. Then the choking sensation was replaced by exquisite pleasure, and she sighed again.
As if signaled by the smooth entrance of Jeffs cock into Anna's pussy, Ada sank on down onto the long slim fleshrod inside her. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled upward when she felt the rubbery tip punching at the very end of her canal, and she paused to get her breath before she sank any further. Finally her asscheeks rested on his thighs; she slipped a probing hand down through the furrow of her pussy until her fingers touched the hot shaft beneath her. He was all the way in her.
"Hail Mary!" she exclaimed.
Anna's eyes, glazed and half-closed with the ecstasy in her own loins, opened wide at Ada's exclamation. She stared in disbelief at the distended pussy lips gripping the very base of Cal's buried cock.
"I don't believe it," she breathed. She raised her head and looked at Ada who was smiling triumphantly. "Where is the end of that thing? In your throat?"
"Damn near," Ada pretended to gargle.
Anna laughed, and her laugh caused her cunt muscles to contract spasmodically around Jeff's cock, now almost all the way in her.
"Great, baby! Do that again," he urged. At the same time he reached under Anna and tickled her belly, and she laughed again.
Between the spastic clutches and releases of Anna's pussy, Jeff rammed forward, burying his shaft right up to his balls in her, and his belly rubbed across the satiny smooth skin of her firmly rounded asscheeks. He leaned forward across her back and reached under to seize a tit in each hand and squeeze them, using his grip as leverage to fuck hard into her with long lunges.
"Oh, daddy!" she grunted rhythmically on each lunge. "Oh, daddy! Oh! Fuck-me! Fuck-me! Oh- fuck-me!"
She dropped her head till her forehead rested on her laced fingers on the blankets, and she arched her back to throw her ass even higher to meet Jeff's drives, longer and harder as his excitement built up.
Carried away by the sight of the powerfully driving cock of Jeff, and the feel of the deeply buried stud inside her own highly sensitized pussy, Ada began riding up and down like a girl posting on horseback.
"Oh, damn!" she wailed happily. "Oh, nothing's greater!" She pressed her hands against her temples and wailed even louder, an insane ululation of pure lust. As she rode higher and higher, slamming her well-cushioned asscheeks down onto Cal's groin, the increasing juiciness of her pussy leaked through her tight cunt-lips to trickle down the love-pole in her. The wet slapping sound grew louder.
Anna was moaning now, her mouth partly muffled against her hands. Higher and higher she soared in mindless ecstasy, her body driven forward in a pounding rhythm, only for her to recoil to meet the next drive joyously. Jeff had released her tits and was clutching her padded hipbones now, aiding her back-thrusts. He grunted loud each time he plunged his cock all the way to the very bottom of her channel, stroking her cervix with his cockhead.
"Get ready, baby!" he hissed, feeling the load building up to an inexorable pressure in his balls.
Instinctively she reached one hand back between her parted thighs to clasp his swinging balls and fondle them. Her probing forefinger rubbed along the throbbing tube at the base of his plunging cock. Suddenly, with no warning at all, she was gripped in a wild orgasm that whipped her straining body into a frenzied series of spasms.
"Oh, God!" she screeched. "What's happening to me?" She had never been so triggered before in her life. It was as if some outside force had control of her body and was jerking her about like a puppet on a string. "Owwwww!" The sharp intensity of her spasms was almost painful.
Her weird plunges jerked Jeff completely out of control, and he started coming, too. With each volley of sperm, he rammed his cock as deep as he could into her, and each burst of hot fluid seemed to set her off on still another frenzied orgasm.
"I can't stop!" she gasped, flinging her head from side to side. "I can't stop!"
It was too much for Ada, the sight of the bucking pair coming so furiously and the feel of the throbbing pole on which she was frantically impaling herself. She started coming and shouting at the same time.
"Oh shit! Oh damn! Oh God, it's so good! So gooooood! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" She flopped grotesquely, then lunged forward on her face, flipping off Cal's steaming dick just as he started coming. Like a geyser-ing tube the swaying tool spurted gobs of creamy jism into the air, some splattering back on Cal's belly, some arcing forward to land wetly on Ada's plump buttocks.
The other pair had collapsed on their sides where they lay, panting heavily and almost passed out from the exhaustion of their spent fury.
After a long while Cal squirmed his legs beneath the weight of Ada's body and growled,. "For God's sake, woman, go get a wet towel and wipe me clean."
Chapter Ill
Jeff and Anna took a midmorning bus out of Guadalajara. As they climbed up into the first-class coach, the driver's appraising stare took in the bare slim waist of the brunette girl and the open neck of her shirt which was knotted as usual at the bottom, forming a sort of support for her swaying boobs. Climbing up behind her, Jeff paused a fraction of a second and locked eyes with the stocky, square-faced driver. Challenge glinted briefly in the driver's eyes, then he looked away. Jeff turned to follow Anna to their reserved seats not far from the front. Hell, he grumped to himself, he couldn't blame the man for raping her with his eyes; Anna asked for it. They weren't at some student party where everybody dressed as carelessly and as scantily as they wanted to and nobody gave a damn. They were in Old Mexico, still traditional in spite of the miniskirts the young girls wore.
"You take the window seat," Anna said, standing aside in the aisle for Jeff to enter first.
Other eyes on the bus were staring at the sexy gringa, too. Anna's thin lips curved in a sensual smile as she felt the now familiar onset of the new thrill she was experiencing in Mexico. She had never before thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but in the past few days she had begun to revel in this new excitement. It was like having several hands caressing her simultaneously; the burning desire she encountered in the dark eyes sweeping over her was as apparent as if each man held a stiff cock in his hand, presenting it to her like some knight of old tipping his lance in salute toward the lady of his choice and his dreams.
Except the bus--driver's eyes were greenish, not chocolate-brown. And as he slid his cap back and scratched his head, he revealed a rebellious cluster of reddish curls.
"Look!" Anna nudged Jeff's ribs with her elbow. "He's got red hair and green eyes."
Without looking, Jeff knew she was referring to the driver. "Lots of Irish came down to Latin America," he said shortly, still looking out the window at the two young girls getting ready to board the bus. They were what he considered typical Mexican beauties-coal-black hair, gold-tinged olive complexion, long-lashed dark eyes, high-thrust tits and a flare of hips and pert buttocks that caused his heart to melt. Then a sadness dampened his admiration; they were built for sex, but like a butterfly they were only graced with their beauty for a short time, then they married and popped out babies in a continual series, and their bodies became barrel-shaped like that of Lupe, the criada at Cal's pad.
Anna's eyes met the green ones of the driver as he glanced into his rearview mirror, and she smiled. He stared without smiling, but automatically he reached to preen his neatly trimmed moustache.
After the bus was finally in motion, the driver glanced back from time to time and Anna felt his eyes unbuttoning the remaining buttons of her plunging shirt front. The imagined caress of expert fingers stimulated her, and a warmth suffused her loins. She wanted to press her own fingers between her thighs, but she was sufficiently conscious not to. But the imaginary caresses continued, more intimately, and her eyes half-closed as she fantasized that the motion of the moving bus was a motion of another sort. Her breath came lightly and rapidly and the warmth of her loins rose through her body until her cheeks felt flushed.
The two young girls had taken the seat just across the aisle, and now the one seated next to the aisle glanced across Anna's profile at Jeff, whose head was in his hand, his elbow propped against the window. His eyes encountered the flashing glance of the girl and he grinned slightly. Boldly she smiled in return, then turned to chatter softly and rapidly to her companion. This one too leaned forward to look at Jeff and smile. They were beautiful, absolutely beautiful, he reflected. They looked enough alike to be sisters, and their rhin-iskirted costumes were almost alike. The main difference in them was that the near one had short hair molded to her small head, and the one near the window had long hair that cascaded forward over the curve of her breasts as she looked at Jeff.
Since it was impossible-awkward, at least-to try to start a conversation across Anna and across the aisle, Jeff relaxed and looked out the window again. It was a game, he knew, generally a harmless- game of flirtation the young girls were allowed as long as they were in company or chaperoned. But in most parts of Mexico chastity was still highly regarded, even demanded by the male machismo, and after marriage the babies started tumbling out and the girl's moment of beauty and freedom was ended.
So far he hadn't fucked a Mexican girl. In fact, he had only made it with Anna in the short time they had been south of the border, mainly because he had been preoccupied with sketching and accumulating subject-material for his painting. He turned to look across the aisle again.
The girl on the aisle had slid her plump fanny a few inches forward on her seat, and the move had shoved her short miniskirt higher on her thighs. Looking down the exposed tan length of her legs, down to her small bare feet in thin-strapped sandals, Jeff at first imagined that he was making a sketch with charcoal and pad. Then he looked upward and observed that the girl was watching him from the corner of her eye. He forgot about sketching as a tension gripped the base of his cock.
Very casually the girl lifted one leg and crossed it over the other and the hem of her skirt flopped back across her belly. She left it like that long enough for Jeff to get a good look at the red panties covering her pubic mound. Then she nonchalantly flicked the hem downward just enough to conceal her panties.
She continued to look ahead, or appear to do so, but fhe long-haired beauty next to the window looked at Jeff openly, and her new smile was full of knowledge. Jeff grinned broadly, his eyes crinkling, and he gave her a quick wink. Hell, they both knew exactly what he was thinking. And they knew that he knew what they were thinking-and doing.
As the bus sped on along the highway toward San Tomas, the eye game continued, with subtle variations on the body signals. Anna's eyes were still almost closed in an erotic fantasy and she didn't notice what was going on.
Jeff followed the gaze of one of the girls toward Anna's fingers, and he realized she was looking for a wedding band. Anna wore a lot of primitive-type jewelry, including rings, but none was a gold wedding band. Jeff held his own left hand up for a moment, then ran it through his short curly hair, letting the girls see that he wore no wedding ring, either.
The girl on the aisle stroked her left hand along the top of her thigh. It too was ringless. Jeff rubbed the tips of his fingers together suggestively, looking at the smooth satiny skin of the girl's thigh, and she smiled contentedly. She still did not look at him directly, but the girl next to the window did. She watched his every move and gesture, her large eyes glowing with excitement
Catching her look, Jeff directed it toward the prominent bulge of Anna's boobs under her shirt, then slowly looked at the long-haired girl's breasts. As if in assent she lifted a hand and lightly stroked over the high curve of her taut young tits and her eyes grew even rounder as they stared magnetized at Jeff. Still directing her gaze with his eyes he looked down at the unmistakable bulge of his half-hard cock against his jeans. Then he shot a glance at her to see if she was looking at it. She was, and the tip of her tongue was now visible between her parting lips. The other girl, too, was looking more directly at him-at his cock, rather.
Suddenly the glow of Anna's fantasy flared into a hot flame and instinctively, her eyes still closed, she reached her hand over and slid it along Jeff's hard-on. Even more suddenly the very real contact brought her to full consciousness.
"Oops!" she exclaimed, snatching her hand away as if she had touched a snake. She stared at Jeff, blushing with embarrassment and amusement.
Laughing, he slid his glance past her eyes to look at the two girls across the aisle. They were looking intently out the opposite window, but he could see the pink flush in their cheeks, and the curve of their smiling lips.
"Don't get carried away," he grinned at Anna.
She pinched the top of his thigh, then folded her hands in her own lap.
In another twenty minutes or so they passed through a deep notch in the mountains, circled and curved like a drunken snake, and suddenly came out on a high point. Although they had seen it once before, the magnificent view of Lake Chapala, spread out before them like, an immense sheet of molten lead, took their breath for a moment. Everyone on the bus shared their emotion, even the driver, for every eye stared at the lake while all conversation stopped. The moment passed, and the chattering of voices resumed.
A few minutes later the bus wriggled its way down the narrow, cobblestoned streets of San Tomas, and stopped at the corner nearest the tiny post office. Most of the passengers scrambled off, including the two beautiful girls across the aisle. Jeff lost sight of them, though, while he was getting his and Anna's bags together.
His uncle's casa was only a few blocks away. Glancing about one more time to see if the girls were in sight, he picked up his bag and started off. Anna took her bag and followed, grumbling as her sandaled feet rocked on the treacherous cobblestones.
Two vanqueros rode toward them on splendid horses. Both men darted openly lecherous looks at
Anna from under their widebrimmed sombreros as they passed.
"Que trasero!" What a rump! one exclaimed, looking back at Anna's swaying hips and using the expression he would have applied to the buttocks of a handsome horse or cow.
Jeff gave no indication he had heard the remark, but Anna warmed at the verbal caress. Maybe San Tomas wasn't going to be so bad after all, she thought.
The hot midday sun had them both sweating by the time they turned down the alley toward the lakefront, to the casa of Jeffs uncle and aunt.
"Anybody at home?" he called out, stopping in front of the high, iron-grille gate in the side of the wall which shut off the casa and grounds from public view. Through the grille he could see the manicured lawn and carefully trimmed profusion of flowers and flowering vines. The scent of jasmine came through the heated air, and Jeff inhaled deeply. What a colorful place to paint!
"Come on in!" a man's voice called from around the corner of the brick-and-stucco house.
Jeff pushed open the unlocked gate and went in, followed by Anna.
DuVat Gaspard got up from the serape-covered foam-rubber pad on which he had been sprawled, enjoying the sun. At fifty-plus, he had the physique of an athlete, and in spite of his bald head, his face was smooth and youthful, accented by a lively pair of dark Gallic eyes and heavy black brows. Donna got up, too from her seat in the shade of the patio. Like her husband, the strawberry-blonde was in the briefest of bikinis, and no one would ever believe that the shapely woman was on the brink of forty. Full breasts barely cupped in a narrow bra betrayed only a trace of a sag, and her full, milk-white thighs were firm and unmottled.
"Hello, Val," Jeff greeted his uncle. Dropping his heavy suitcase he stepped forward and held out his hand. After returning the firm grip of Val, he turned to Donna and puckered up for a familial kiss. "Hi Aunt Donna," he said mischievously, patting her on the fanny.
"Screw you," she mumbled against his lips. "You can knock off that Aunty bit."
The muscular man held out his arms toward Anna who stepped into them willingly. She knew he got a kick out of squeezing her boobs against his chest, and she enjoyed it, too.
"Is this young squirt being good to you?" he demanded sternly after kissing her in a most un-uncle manner.
"He is," Anna said, moving over to peck Donna on the cheek. She stepped back and looked the older woman up and down with unabashed admiration. "Donna, how the hell do you do it? You've got to have the loveliest bod of any woman in the world. Much too nice for that old lecher." She nodded toward Val, who grinned and rubbed his bald head.
"Would you believe I've just become a grandmother?" Donna complained pettishly. "That fertile daughter of mine just gave birth to a yowling son." She gestured toward an open letter on the table on the broad, shaded patio.
"But Granny, what big-uh-eyes you have," Jeff teased, eyeing her imposing boobs.
She shoved her middle finger up at him.
"Why darling! How vulgar!" Val pretended to be shocked. He looked at Anna sorrowfully. "You see what sort of family you're marrying into, doll. You can always back out, you know. Better yet, you can run away with me."
Donna laughed confidently. She was well aware her vigorous husband never passed up a chance to make it with some attractive woman, but she also knew that she had the best, and that he would always come home to her.
"What'll you beautiful people have to drink?" She shaded her eyes and squinted up at the sun directly overhead. "The sun's over the yardarm. Oh hell!" she exclaimed. "I forgot this is Sunday. The maid is off today. Val, will you play butler and get us something cool and wet and delicious?"
"Come on, Jeff, give me a hand." Val led the way through the glass sliding doors that opened onto the patio from the living quarters of the house.
Anna sat down in the empty chair facing Donna. "It's real nice of you to let us use your house while you're gone," she said. She continued to look with admiration at the smoothly contoured face and shoulders of the lovely woman.
Donna turned toward her and reached over to pat her hand which was resting on the table. A trace of deviltry glittered in her green-blue eyes, "You'll enjoy it, I know. We do. Though heaven knows, we stay here little, enough. That Val was supposed to have retired two years ago, but he's busier now than ever, running all over the world, with his fingers in every financial pie he can locate. We certainly don't need any more money." She nodded at the lawn extending toward the low stone wall that acted as a retaining wall against the lake. The services of an .excellent gardener were evident in the carefully tended landscaping with its glorious variety of fruit trees and flowers.
Donna left her smooth white hand resting on top of Anna's slim brown one, and Anna made no move to withdraw hers. She knew that Donna had been pleased by her compliment about her lush body, almost entirely revealed by the ribbons of material that passed for a bikini swimsuit.
Donna picked up her dark glasses with her free hand and slipped them on. Her full lower lip seemed pouting as she ran her fingers lightly up Anna's arm, and Anna could imagine her emerald eyes glinting behind the opaque lenses. As Donna's hand stroked on up Anna's arm, she had to lean forward, and Anna could feel her warm breath. The brunette let her eyes drop to the bulging white breasts threatening to escape over the top of the black bra supporting them. They were almost as round and symmetrical as Ada's, she reflected, and nearly as firm, in spite of Donna's extra years. The easy confidence in Val's manner was certainly justified, she thought. These two had no hangups between them when it came to sex. Of that she was sure.
"You've got a marvelous figure yourself," Donna purred as she slipped her hand beneath one of Anna's boobs. Anna smiled, and her teeth glistened moistly as she looked squarely at the dark glasses now only inches away from her face.
She gave a little gasp as the hand slipped deftly inside her half-unbuttoned shirt and spread over one spongy melon.
"My!" The surprise was genuine.. "I had no idea you were so-large!"
"I wasn't cheated," Anna laughed, feeling a sexual warmth kindling in her groin and spreading upward through her belly. The fingers manipulating her hardening nipple were expert, and sensitively aware of just how to caress. Jeffs hands on her tits were always thrilling, but Donna, this woman, played with a woman's simpdtico, knowing exactly what sensations she was evoking.
Donna's breath came more quickly, and her swollen lips fell apart to let the tip of her tongue come out and flick back and forth. She squirmed her buttocks as her own arousal became more pronounced.
She's going to kiss me, Anna thought, and she waited.
But just then the voices of the men came through the rooms behind them, and Donna drew back, not guiltily but as casually as if she had been merely pointing out something to Anna across the lake.
"Here we are!" Val boomed, sliding open the screen door and stepping out onto the patio. He set a largish margarita on the table for Anna, then another for Donna.
How did he know? Anna wondered. Perhaps Jeff told him how much I love margaritas. She glanced at Jeff, who was just sitting down a few feet away, but he gave no indication that he had suggested the tequila drink. Then she looked toward Val, and met his dark-eyed glance. A little smile curved his sensuous lips as he stared directly into her eyes. He knows, she thought. This man knows all about women. About me. How margaritas affect me.
"When do you leave, Val?" Jeff asked.
"A couple of days," Val answered carelessly. "I have to be in New York before next Friday. Then," he shrugged, "France and the Mediterranean for a month or two. With the California wine industry taking so much of the world trade, this might be a good time to buy into a French vineyard at a good price."
Jeff grinned slightly. This man thought in terms of thousands of dollars the way he, Jeff, thought in pennies. But he felt no jealousy; Val was a damned fine man, completely generous and as friendly as one could hope for. Donna, his mother's kid sister, had certainly made a good match for herself.
He looked at Donna, admiring the clean curves of her beautifully moulded body. Donna caught his look and smiled mischievously.
"Do you think I could get a job as a model in one of your art classes, Jeff? Nude, of course."
"That's private stock!" Val growled kiddingly.
She stuck out a long pink tongue at him. "I've got to look out for a possible career for myself, the way you carry on with these dazzling little senoritas."
Val laughed easily and lifted his salt-rimmed glass. "Salud!" He drank, then said, "You know you've got nothing to worry about there, sweetheart. These little dark-eyed chicks are lovely-at first. Then they start to look like sacks of fertilizer dropped off a truck."
"How inelegant, caballero," Donna admonished him, then she laughed. "But alas, how true."
They finished, their drinks, and Anna said, "Donna, I'd like to take a shower. That bus trip was pretty sticky and I feel dirty."
"Of course^ dear," said Donna, getting to her feet "Come on, I'll show you around."
The strawberry blonde led the younger woman through a large cool living room, then angled left through a corridor at the end of which Anna glimpsed a high-walled, tiny courtyard beyond the open door.
"In Sere," said Donna, and opened a door in the corridor to enter a spacious room furnished simply but comfortably with a large bed, a dressing table, a chest-of-drawers, and two or three chairs. Donna closed the door behind Anna. "This will be your room," she said.
"Oh, I didn't bring my suitcase," said Anna, and turned as if to go back out.
"Don't bother," Donna said quickly. "I'll take care of it for you. You just get undressed and I'll check the shower to make sure there's hot water." She glided through a partly opened door at the rear of the bedroom, and Anna heard a shower turn on.
She peeled out of her shirt and kicked off her sandals. The shirt she threw over a chair, then unzipped her hip-huggers and stripped them off. As she was bending over to step out of her panties which she had shoved down to her ankles, she caught a glimpse from the corner of Her eye of Donna watching from the doorway of the bathroom. She smiled to herself.
Standing erect again, she nonchalantly stroked her hands down along her hips and thighs, then up again to cup them under her free-swinging tits and squeeze lightly. Releasing her breasts she stretched her arms out to the side, then raised them over her head and twisted her body languorously as if totally unaware of the hot eyes staring at her from the shadow of the door. Finally she strolled to the bathroom and went in.
Donna was nakfed, too, standing beside the water spray with a large sponge in her hands. She smiled, her eyes glinting with excitement.
"I'll give you a rundown with this sponge. It's real soft."
The heat of excitement was stronger now in Anna's belly and thighs, spreading upward to her breasts and neck as she stepped under the water and turned her back toward Donna. If Donna had been an out-and-out lesbian, she would have been repulsed by the obvious overtures, but she sensed with all her faculties that the stunning woman was a man's woman first of all. One look at Val was enough to establish that. So when the soft soapy sponge slid across her wet shoulders, she expected and welcomed the other hand to come around her torso and fasten with light firmness over one of her succulent melon-shaped tits.
"You're lovely, Anna," Donna breathed in her ear, laving her back with the sponge and squeezing the captive breast
Turning her head about, Anna looked through the streaming water into the gleaming eyes on a level with her own brown ones, and her wide lips curved invitingly. The green eyes narrowed as they came nearer, and Anna closed her own as the soft full lips smothered hers in a passionate but gentle kiss. Her knees suddenly weakened, and Donna quickly clasped her about the waist with both arms to support her.
"You darling!" Donna murmured against her lips. "You have a magnetic body." With one surprisingly strong arm she partly supported the passion-struck girl, and with the other hand she fondled and caressed first her breasts, then her taut, rounded buttocks. All the while she kept crooning softly, meaningless sounds that only heightened Anna's desire.
Anna's breath came in jerky gasps, then stopped abruptly as Donna's hand cupped over her hairy mound and squeezed the padded hump gently.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her eyes closed and her lips sagging languidly.
"What a nice honeypot," Donna murmured, slowly threading her slim fingers through the mesh of thick cunt hair. The water of the shower had wet the thicket, but now a flow of love-juice from inside Anna's pussy made the wetness even more slippery. Two slender, probing fingers parted the fleshy cunt-lips and stroked the length of the slit from asshole to clitoris. With feminine sureness Donna touched and titillated the little bud with a fingertip, then she caught it between her two fingers and tickled it into rigid excitement, "Ah, God!" Anna groaned, deep inside her throat. With an effort she straightened and put her arms about Donna's neck, supporting herself and pressing closer to the yielding contours of the other's body. As the fingers probed deeper, penetrating the elastic inner lips and pushing on into the juicy canal, Anna began to surge her hips forward, crowding against the unerring fingers in a short fucking rhythm.
In seconds she was on the verge of orgasm, so efficiently did Donna finger her pussy. Dropping her arms from about the blonde's neck down to her firm-cushioned hips, she began to fondle the resilient buttocks. Then, as the first paroxysm hit her loins and she gasped loudly, she slid her hand between the slippery asscheeks and felt downward until her middle finger touched the tightly clenched, rubbery-lipped asshole.
Donna jumped a little. "Oooooh, honey, what are you doing?" she gulped. But she spread her feet farther apart, widening the crevice between her asscheeks.
Anna reached for the soap in its receptacle in the wall and rubbed the bar thoroughly up and down the crevice until a rich lather mixed with the shower spraying both women. Then she dropped the soap and thrust the soapy tip of her finger against the other's anal orifice. This time the puckered opening yielded to the pressure, and Anna's finger slid into the tight passage, up to the second joint.
"Oh, darling! Ohhhhhhh, honey!" Dorma squirmed deliciously in mixed pain and rapture, but she never stopped caressing Anna's pussy. As all pain vanished, to be replaced with increasing delight, she pressed her ass backward against the ravaging hand, and speeded her own handwork.
"Ah! Ah! Ah" Anna grunted explosively, then her body began to jerk all over as she came violently and abundantly. "Ummmmmmmmmmmmm!" she squealed through clenched teeth, at the same time ramming her soap-slicked finger as deep inside Donna's anal passage as it would go, then rubbing it around inside the convulsing tube.
Before Anna had ceased coming, Donna started, triggered by the wildly rotating and plunging finger inside her rear. "OOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooh!" she quavered, doing a wild dance with her hips as she tried simultaneously to rid herself of the finger and to capture more of it
Then, fingers deep inside each other's bocly, the two women clamped tightly against each other with their free arms and spent themselves in racking shudders and deep-chested moans. When they had gasped to the end of their climactic ride, they both sank weakly to sit on the hard tile under the spraying water.
After what seemed ages of hard breathing, Donna finally pushed herself to her feet, and helped Anna to stand up. "You sweetheart," she said, and kissed her. "Now., we'd better hurry and get cleaned up and out of here, or the men will be in checking on us. And honey, after that spend, I don't think I could take on a man right away."
They both laughed. In a moment Donna switched the water to cold, and they shivered under the chilling spray until they were alert again. Quickly they dried off and Donna got some shorts and halters for them both.
If Jeff and Val noticed the pleased smiles and relaxed expressions of the women when they finally went back out to the patio, they said nothing.
"Here's a fresh drink, dear," Val said, motioning toward the two refilled glasses.