Chapter 4
Jeff slipped out of the palatial casa early the next morning, before the sun had even risen. Faint crimson streaks showed in the eastern sky down the lake as he strode up the cobblestoned alley to the road paralleling the lake shore. He stumbled a few times in the darkness, then quickly developed a sureness of footing. His sketch pad was under bis arm and some sticks of charcoal protruded from his shirt pocket. He smiled to himself. This was great. No worries, no pressures, this peaceful, colorful little village from which to choose subjects for his painting and drawing. What more could a man want?
When he finally got back to the casa it was almost eleven o'clock. Donna met him on the patio with a small silver pitcher of hot coffee and a tray of buttered rolls.
"My, but you're the early bird," she smiled. She had on an ankle-length muu-muu, brightly decorated with huge hibiscus blossoms, and narrow-strapped sandals were on her feet. Her short hair was as neatly groomed as if she had never slept, but the freshness of her face showed that she had rested well.
"Let's see what you've done this morning," she said, sitting down by the table on which she had placed the coffee and rolls.
Jeff sat in the chair opposite her, the small equipal table between them. He opened his pad and passed it over to her, and picked up a warm roll. He suddenly felt very hungry.
"Jeff, darling, you've really got talent!" Donna exclaimed. "Lord knows where you get it. Neither your mother nor I could do anything-sing, dance, play the piano-those things a refined girl should do." She laughed, and her eyes glittered mischievously. "I guess our talents lay in other directions."
Jeff felt his face flush a bit, but he laughed wholeheartedly. "I know what you mean," he said. "Is Anna still in the sack?"
"Heavens no. Val took her into Chapala just a few minutes ago. She wanted to buy some things, and Val promised to introduce her at the Club."
Jeff looked blank.
"Oh," she explained, "the Club is a swanky private club complete with swimming pool, tennis courts, and a ballroom. All that stuff, you know. Dreadfully expensive and very exclusive. But it's nice from time to time."
She continued looking at the sketches while Jeff drank his coffee and ate the rolls. When he had finished, she put the sketch pad on the table and stood up.
"Come on," she said, holding out her hand. "You haven't even seen all the house. I want to show you the rest of it."
Jeff took her hand and they went inside. A heavy, paneled screen to the left just inside the living room completely hid the entrance to a corridor similar to the one which led to Jeff's and Anna's room. Still holding Jeffs hand, Donna led the way along it, then turned right through a dark, deeply carved oak door with wrought-iron hinges.
"This is the master bedroom," she said, slipping her arm about Jeff's waist and lightly massaging the muscular slimness.
"Jesus!" Jeff exclaimed, staring at the enormous, perfectly round bed which made a spacious room seem smaller. "I've never seen a bed like that!" He walked toward it, stepping onto the deep-piled rug next to it and nearly tripping.
Donna came forward and stood beside him again, and again she slipped her arm about his waist
"Want to try it?" she asked, a tone of merriment in her rich voice, but also a note, of seriousness.
Jeff looked from the bed down into the sparkling blue-green eyes. His glance swept over the clear smooth face, lingering on her full lips which always seemed on the verge of pouting, except that her expression was one of complete delight with life. He bent and kissed her lightly.
"You make everything so tempting," he laughed, feeling a flicker of interest shoot through his limp dong. He looked on down at the bulge of her tits against the thin covering material of the shapeless Hawaiian garment.
"My offer to try modeling for you still stands," she said, her voice taking on a husky quality as she looked him full in the eyes.
"I'll bet you don't have a damn thing on under that muu-muu," he said challengingly.
"You win," she smiled, and stepping back from him a pace she bent and caught the garment at her knees and in one full movement she swept it up and over her head. "There!" She let it drop from her hand and struck a classical pose.
"My God!" Jeff exclaimed, his jaw slack with astonishment. He had thought the skimpy bikini swim suit of the day before had left nothing else to be admired about this luxuriant woman standing before him like a warm flesh-and-blood Greek statue. But, his dazed mind quickly noted, with full, magnificent breasts instead of the small round globes of the classical marble statue.
Smiling with pleasure, Donna shifted her pose a trifle. Her pink-nippled tits swayed with the movement, drawing his eyes like magnets. "Satisfactory, maestro?" she drawled huskily. The hand propped lightly on her hip slid forward across the smooth swell of her white belly and down to the incurve of her thigh where it touched the coppery-red bush of pubic hair.
For a second longer Jeff stood still, admiring the perfection of the sight with his artist's eye. Then he stepped forward. Placing his hands lightly on top of her shoulders he traced their slope as if he were modeling a figure in clay, down to her upper arms, then inward across the quivering hemispheres of woman-flesh, and down to cup his hands over them. Large as his hands were, they didn't cover the satiny mounds.
"What beauty," he murmured, squeezing lightly into the spongy resiliency of her tits, and feeling her nipples thrusting into his palms.
"There's more," she said, and raised her arms and lips.
Her arms were warm about his neck and her lips were like caressing flame playing across his mouth and along the line of his jaw and his neck. He moulded the curves of her back and waist and hips with his hands as she pressed harder against him. Her lips settled over his and her tonguetip flickered past his parted lips, and he felt her strong, smooth thighs working slowly against his, and the soft insistence of her love-mound ground against his hardening cock. For a moment he felt dizzy, surrounded by opulent, desirable flesh that threatened no, promised-to drown him in pleasure.
"Take off your clothes, Jeff," she murmured in his ear, then nipped the lobe lightly between his teeth.
Quickly Jeff kicked off his huaraches. The short-sleeved knit shirt flew off over his head, and Donna's nimble fingers loosed his belt buckle. She started to unzip his jeans, then seized his swelling prick instead.
"I can't wait!" she exclaimed softly, closing her eyes and sucking in her breath with impatient desire. But she released him and let him finish stripping off his jeans and his undershorts. Swift lust fired his whole body, and his thick cock sprang out and up, to throb eagerly like a bird-dog on a hot scent.
"Oh!" Donna cried out in astonished delight, and sinking to her knees on the plush rug she seized the swaying tool and rubbed the flaring head along her cheeks and neck. She pressed her face into the curly thicket of Jeffs groin, coppery-red like her own, and inhaled deeply of his masculine smell. "I've wanted to ball with you ever since you hit your teens," she mumbled, nosing deeper into his crotch.
A shudder ran through Jeff as he felt her lips opening wide over one of his balls and her fingers pushing it into her hot moist mouth. Her other hand continued to caress his pulsing cock. He reached down to stroke her crisp wavy hair, helmeted close to her head.
"You're the artist," he laughed tremulously, "not the model."
She murmured something, around the swollen ball in her mouth, and the vibration of her voice against the sensitive sphere sent quivers of excitement through his cock, all the way down to his asshole. She replaced the ball with the other one, and sucked on it awhile. Then she pulled her face away and looked up at him with a delighted smile.
"Let's lie down, lover. More comfortable that way." Jeff took her hand and raised her to her feet and they crawled into the center of the immense round bed. It was low, and very firm, he discovered. He had hardly stretched out on his back before Donna was all over him with her questing mouth and darting tongue, touching every erotic nerve in his body and creating new ones, it seemed. He let her push and turn him this way and that in order for her long tongue to search out every surface and crevice of his body. From time to time she would brush her soft lips over his turgid cock-head, give it a light suck, then move on to new discoveries while he seemed to float on, a wave of sheer bliss.
When Anna preceded Val into the main salon of the Club on the edge of Chapala, she felt every pair of eyes in the place focus on her, Mexican and American alike. She was keenly sensitive to the hem of her very abbreviated miniskirt brushing her naked thighs, and although she had put on a sheer, lightweight bra for support, her blouse was see-through, and her tits surged robustly above the low line of the bra. She restrained the smile of pleasure that twitched at her wide lips, but the familiar flush warmed her body. She exaggerated the sway of her hips slightly.
Behind her Val smiled. He knew exactly what the voung girl was experiencing. There was very little he didn't know about women. From childhood, his French father had taken him into all the interesting places of Europe where sophisticated and beautiful women delighted in teaching the impressionable youth about life. Later, as an astute businessman, he had given an equal amount of time to work, and to developing the art of sex; consequently he had never become jaded. Donna was an imaginative and worthy partner, but they had never allowed jealousy to interfere with occasional outside experiences.
Val greeted several of the men who drifted forward for introductions. "My niece, Anna," he said, calling off the names of the men.
Anna shook hands and smiled at each, thinking all the while how trim and distinguished they looked. She had complained to Jeff about the area being an elephants' graveyard, but these men were all handsome and virile. Mature, yes, but old, no. She felt their eyes undressing her and caressing her, and her own eyes glowed as she listened to their polite gallantries. Smoothly, with no trace of offense, Val steered her on past the men and out onto the large, curved patio overlooking the sloping lawn that led down to the swimming pool and on past to the restraining wall against the lake's edge.
"This place must cost a lot of pesos," she said, linking her arm through Val's.
"It did," he laughed. "And it does." He shrugged carelessly, as if the expense was of no concern. "But it's one of the few places where one can enjoy pleasant luxury-and privacy."
The implication in his voice was not lost on Anna. She turned a trifle to face across Val, and in so doing her breast touched his arm. "I see you have a yacht club up the wav," she said, pointing across the shallow incurve of the lake in front of the Club to a marina a couple of hundred yards away. She kept her breast pressed against his arm.
"If you like, I'll arrange for you and Jeff to enjoy temporary membership in it while you're here," he said. "You can go boating when you like."
Without waiting for her thanks, he glanced back and up the side of the two-storied building. "Come on and let me show you the rest of the Club."
He led the way back into the main salon and up a broad, winding stairway with a balustrade of carved, highly polished oak. At the top a maze of corridors seemed to run in every direction, but Anna quickly surmised the arrangement was to guarantee the most invisibility to people coming and going from the various rooms that opened onto the passageways. Val went unerringly to a door that looked exactly like all the others, took a key from his pocket, and unlocked the door.
"Come in," he said, pushing the door open and standing aside. When Anna stepped inside, he closed the door behind him. Anna heard the sharp click of the lock, and smiled.
"Oh, this is magnificent, Val!" she cried, running across the tiled floor of the huge room to the balcony which opened onto a splendid view of the lake and the grounds below. Even the balcony was inset sufficiently to insure its privacy from other balconies.
He came to the balcony more leisurely. Propping one hand on the wrought-iron railing he put his other about her waist. "It's nice," be agreed. Casually he slid his hand upward to cup her breast for a moment, then took it away.
Glancing up at the overhead sun, he said, "It's late enough for a small drink. How about a brandy and soda?"
This guy, Anna reflected, has everything. While he poured the drinks she looked him over admiringly. Money made a difference, she had to admit; it provided a feeling of success which translated into sex-appeal. And this brawny, smiling man had the necessary success.
"Here." He held out her drink, took his own and went over to sit in a comfortable chair near the bed. Setting his drink down on the bedside table, he clicked on the radio and in a moment the soft music of Guadalajara's I'm station flowed through. "Sit down." He nodded toward the bed and picked up his drink again.
Anna sat on the edge of the bed, facing him, and raised her glass in salute. "To the man who has everything," she laughed.
He acknowledged the toast without smugness and drank. "That's an interesting blouse," he said. "Let me see it."
Anna placed her drink on the table and unbuttoned the sheer blouse. It was beginning again, the exciting warmth rushing through her body, as the soft brown eyes of Val played over her bare shoulders and bra-restrained tits.
He took the weightless garment which she handed to him and fondled it in his hand for a moment, his fingers and thumb rubbing the diaphanous material sensually, but he never took his eyes off her body.
"That, too," he directed, and the confidence in his pleasant voice was more commanding than a harsh tone.
Obediently, Anna reached behind her back to unsnap the bra. Instead of handing it to him, though, she dropped it on the rug under her feet. Arching her back and taking a deep breath, she raised her arms and spread them wide. The show had begun.
Val didn't move. Sipping his drink appreciatively, he let his eyes roam over the imposing mounds thrusting toward him from a few feet away. Nor did he miss the quickened breath of the shapely girl watching him. "I've heard," he said softly, "that a woman with tits pointing outward like that is by nature very passionate."
Anna glanced down at her full but wide-spaced breasts, with the brown-aureolaed nipples looking out from center like a slightly cockeyed set of big eyes. Instinctively she raised her hands and cupped them, noting the swift hardening of her nipples. She didn't have to answer his comment; the answer was obvious. She reached for her glass and took a long swallow, then put the glass down again. Getting up from her seat she stepped across to stand against Val's shoulder, her thigh pressing against him.
Unhurriedly he slid his hand upward on the outside of her thigh, beneath her miniskirt. Still unhurriedly he fondled her hip and asscheek through the bikini panties she was wearing, while she ran her hand over the smooth baldness of his head, marveling at this new sensation. She could feel the hardness of his neck and shoulder muscles as she ran her hand on downward.
He patted her ass and pushed her away gently. "Take it off," he commanded.
The music was soft and the air was fresh and vibrantly alive. Anna felt them both across her body as she quickly dropped her miniskirt to the rug, then slid off the burnt-orange panties. Val had still not stirred from his seat, except to lift his glass again and sip from it, his eyes still traveling over her lissome body, now nude before him. She smiled and again caressed her breasts.
Val put down his glass and stood up. Quickly, but seemingly without haste he undressed. His broad chest was covered with dark hair, curly and the same color as Anna's. It spread across his belly and clustered around his cock, which hung long and limp from his groin. One long stride and he was beside her, his arms about her, and her body pressed against his own.
"You're beautiful, Anna," he said softly, and kissed her waiting lips.
Now, she thought, her eyes closed with the overwhelming passion enveloping her body. Now he'll fuck me. Now that long thing will get hard and he'll plunge it into me, deep. He half-carried her to the bed and she lay back across it, her legs parted in anticipation. She knew she was wet already, her pussy hungry for this man's cock. He had watched her little undressing act, his eyes heating her with passion, and now she needed fulfillment. Now, she thought.
But instead of getting on her, Val lay beside her on the bed and unhurriedly stroked his hand over her firm breasts and down her softly curved body. "Beautiful," he repeated. He bent his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked, tantalizing the hard rubbery protuberance with his tongue until she moaned. He shifted to the other, sucking it so hard it was almost painful. She put both hands on his head, her fingers running all over his cheeks, probing in his ears and along his neck while he continued to suck her nipples and lick her breasts.
"Ah, but you're impatient, little Anna," he murmured, cupping a hand over her hairy mound and fingering the slippery crevice between her cunt-lips.
She groaned as he put his mouth over her nipple again. Slow, she thought. He's so slow! She wanted to writhe on the bed like a snake in heat, but she kept her body still, although little spasms jerked through her loins as his hand continued to fondle her pussy.
Then she felt his lips gliding down across her belly, pausing while his tongue probed her deep belly-button. She shuddered and closed her eyes more tightly. The bed shook as he shifted his position, and she felt his hands pushing her legs apart and up, and then they were resting across the top of his shoulders and she felt his breath stirring the moistened hair of her pussy. She shuddered again, and sighed.
He shouldered her legs higher and back against her breasts, and she accommodatingly rested her bare heels on his back. His tongue laved the inside of her satiny thighs, moving ever closer to the juncture and its eager slit.
"Oh, Val! Oh, Val! Oh, Val!" she muttered feverishly, her head rolling back and forth on the bed and her fingers playing aimlessly over his head.
With his fingers he parted the curly mass of hair to expose the pink swollen lips, glistening with cunt-juice. Lightly he touched his tonguetip to the center of the slot, right where the slippery inner lips guarded her love-channel. She groaned louder as the expert tongue flicked in and out of her cunt-opening, then lapped upward to contact her fiery little clit.
I'm going to come, she thought. I can't stand it, I'm going to come. So quick!
But the man sensed her supersensitivity, and he pulled away from between her thighs. "You're a hot little chili pepper," he laughed. "Slow down, honey. There's no rush." He straightened her legs out and she lay, panting with excitement and feeling keen disappointment.
But he didn't leave her disappointed. Rolling her over on her side he moved his mouth across her shoulder and along the sensitive incurve of her waist. She rolled on over onto her stomach, and his lips followed around her waist, down the small of her back. Her legs tensed as she felt his mouth kissing and caressing her asscheeks, and his teeth nipping each bountiful hill of sensual flesh.
"Ow!" she squealed when he bit harder, and her buttocks quivered deliciously as she squirmed under his erotic attack.
Her long shapely legs splayed apart to allow his exploring tongue access to the deep declivity between her bitten asscheeks. Anna bit her own fingers to stifle the groans and wails of ecstasy welling up in her throat when she felt his long wet tongue poking right at her asshole. She thrust her ass upward, spreading her legs even farther apart, and the lapping tongue advanced through her saturated slot to her pussy opening again, then back across her asshole and up.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned when he came up for air. "I've never had such a thrill in my life!"
The exclamation was shut off abruptly as he levered her over on her back again and spread her willing thighs wide apart. His tongue plunged directly into her chute, through the pouting lips which were opening like the petals of an unfolding orchid. Anna's entire body was aflame with an ecstatic fire. From somewhere far away her mind repeated over and over: this Frenchman! My God, what he can do with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth!
Of their own volition her legs jackknifed and wrapped themselves loosely about his browsing head, and her heels slid encouragingly up and down his back. Low, animal-like whines rippled through her arched-back throat, and their hands clawed helplessly at the mattress. Christ! How long was his tongue? It seemed to be lapping and thrusting into every secret fold of her quivering pussy, and where his gliding hands touched her, the flames scorching her sensitized skin grew hotter, "I can't stand much more of this!" she whimpered.
At the identical time that Anna was planing high on a cloud of ecstasy, JefPs throbbing cock was being expertly fondled and licked by Donna. He stroked the soft hair on the head burrowing in his groin and clenched his teeth to hold back the load building up in his balk. The strawberry blonde seemed to be wired in on his every sensation, for she stopped sucking just as he was sure he would explode his load of sperm into her ravening mouth.
Languidly she uncurled and straightened up to look down into his flushed face with a pleased smile. "My, aren't we excited, though!" she said teasingly. "You've got to keep that thing under better control, lover."
"How the hell do you expect me to keep it under control when you're doing such delightful things to it?" he gritted.
His breathing returned almost to normal, and he reached for one of her breasts swaying near his face. "You're phenomenal, Donna," he said. "You've got the body of a nineteen year old, but more vine-ripened."
"Are you telling me that I'm overripe?" she teased.
"Not a bit," he protested, drawing her down so he could capture her pink nipple in his mouth. The chewy tidbit popped out as big as his thumb and he bit it lightly.
"Oooooh!" she sighed gustily. "You're a naughty baby!"
He sucked hard, making the nipples swell even larger and harder, and Donna squirmed delightedly. Jeff reached his hand between her firmly plump thighs to caress the silky smoothness of the moist skin right up against her pussy. Juice trickled from her slit, lubricating the hot flesh and wetting the covering bush of hair. Jeff slid his middle finger between the plump folds, already gaping with desire, and her cunt seemed to suck his finger into the steaming depths of her channel. With quick little squeezes she rippled her love-muscles around his buried finger. "More!" she gasped.
He thrust another finger alongside the first, widening the passage, and began to fuck her slowly, as deep as he could push his fingers. Moaning loudly she rolled over on her back and drew her legs up and apart. Without waiting for her urging, Jeff shoved a third finger in, forming a triangled shaft to wedge apart the enveloping sleeve of quivering wet flesh. Her juice flowed abundantly, wetting his entire hand and trickling down her long slot to lubricate her uptilted asshole.
"Now, lover!" she panted, pulling him over on top of her. She jerked his hand out of her cunt and grabbed his steel-hard cock. Raising her legs even higher, she spread them wider and rubbed the head of his cock between the sopping lips of her pussy until it was thoroughly lubricated.
Guessing what she was up to, Jeff braced himself on his knees between her wide-flung legs and watched the flooding juice from her cunt filling the crevice between her buttocks until the tiny wrinkled brown orifice of her ass was awash. She placed the tip of his cockhead right in the center of the taut grommet, and Jeff pressed forward with his hips.
"Oh, God!" she groaned as the huge flaring head tried to force open the pinched aperture. She shifted her hips a bit and tilted her buttocks even higher until the entire slit, from clit to asshole, lay flat beneath Jeff, arched over her. Her calves rested on his shoulders.
She rubbed his cockhead in her pussy again, thrusting up to swallow part of it in her drowning honeypot The flaming red head was now glistening with a sheen of lubricating fluid, and her entire bottom was slippery with her flow. Again she centered the tip in the grommet, now opened a bit.
Jeff had never felt anything so tight in his life as he carefully pressed forward again, forcing the tiny circle open. He and Anna had considered asshole-fucking a time or two, but then they'd gotten so carried away they'd finished up either cunt-fucking or blowing each other, sixty-nine. This was a first for him, and he had no doubt that he was in the arms of the best teacher.
Only the teacher was having some trouble with his huge tool. "I don't know, honey!" she gritted through clenched teeth. "You're so damn big!"
Once more she drew his cockhead through, her flooded valley to lubricate it more and to let more of her slippery juice run into her asshole, now puckering open like a baby's mouth readying for a nipple.
"This time," she grunted. "Only be careful, lover. You've got a dingus on you like a stallion."
For the third time she aimed his aching cockhead at the rubbery ring, and again Jeff had the feeling that he was trying to push his rod into an impossibly small washer or grommet. But the fleshy resiliency of her thrown-back thighs under his groin heated him even more, encouraging him to force himself into her despite her agonized groans. She still held on to his rigid shaft with her hand, guiding him into her.
"Ohhhhh!" The cry exploded from her distorted mouth as his cockhead finally buried itself past the flange, like an arrow sinking past the barbs.
Jeff grunted painfully, too, as the clenching ring tightened spasmodically, gripping behind the buried head like a cruel noose. Sweat popped out on his forehead, and he felt a hot trickle from his armpits. Looking down into Donna's contorted face, he saw a fine sheen of perspiration on her pale forehead. Her eyes were rounded with pain, but even as he watched the pain began to vanish and gradually her twisted mouth formed into a smile.
Her body relaxed a little, and the awful grip around his cockhead slackened until it became just a firm, delightful squeeze. He had made no more movement to push deeper.
"How's that, darling?" Donna asked, her voice shaky, but pleased.
Jeff mumbled something, his lips so stiff and his tongue so thick he couldn't articulate words. Again he felt the quickening throbs along the base of his cock, and he tried to shift his attention to something besides the broad padding of hair-centered woman-flesh beneath him, holding him to her with the throttling grip of her anal mouth.
"Haven't you ever done this before?" she asked conversationally, to help him come down from his precarious peak.
He let out his imprisoned breath in a short harsh puff. "Nope," he said. "But it's great." He grinned. "You're an artist with your body, Donna."
"t try to be," she said. "It gives me more pleasure than anything else." She tightened the muscular ring of her grommet and Jeff sucked in his breath spasmodically. She laughed lightly. "You've got a whopper of a tool there. Shall we try for a little more? Easy now, darling."
Jeff pulled back a fraction of an inch, but without unhooking the flaring rim of his cockhead from the rubbery noose behind it. Preliminary juice was oozing from his cock into her narrow passage, lubricating still more the already slick walls. He fucked experimentally for a few very short strokes, letting the flexing rings of muscle within her draw him in deeper and deeper. He could feel the tapered sides of his cockhead forcing apart the reluctantly yielding tube of her asshole. Like trying to shove it into a small garden hose, he thought
But Donna had adjusted better now, and her whole body squirmed and moved sinuously to aid him in pushing deeper into her. Slowly, very slowly, he advanced.
"Ah, darling, that's heavenly!" she sighed, her eyes flashing blue-green delight as she stared up into his brown eyes. She reached up to caress his chest, and finger his small nipples into miniature cones of granite.
Gradually he surged his thick piston in and out of the incredibly stretched brown ring of her ass. Confidently now, he reached one hand to the mound humped in front of his swollen meat-pole and fingered the arch of her spread pussy lips until he found the clitoris. He fingered it into proud erection, smiling as Donna gasped and quivered with delight. The added pleasure loosened her body still more, and he shoved harder into her until his shaft was half-buried between her plump white asscheeks.
"Oh, baby, I think Tm going to come!" she squealed suddenly. "You're so good, so good, so gooooood! Ohhhhhh!" And her heels began to drum frantically on bis back as her hips jerked and twitched from side to side.
She pressed her hands to her mouth to muffle the screams now cascading from her tense throat, but her ass kept hunching up against him, and Jeff kept pushing deeper into her demanding body. He felt his balls slap- ping against her cushiony bottom now; glancing down, he saw that all but a couple of inches of his vein-ridged cock were sunken inside her lunging ass. At that moment he felt the strong quivers emanating from his overcharged balls and he knew that he was about to blow his load. No holding back now; he wanted to pump his jism into her hard enough to knock the strawberry top off her head.
Savagely he rammed at her, grunting curses and obscenities which only made her smile more broadly with delight Her eyes were closed, but her mouth wide open and her tongue licked rapidly, the long pink length of it extending over her pleasure-swollen lips.
"Fuck me, darling!" she grunted with each pounding drive of his cock in her. "Oh, fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Drive it into me-oh!-oh!" She started to scream again as another orgasmic wave twisted and spasmed her body until her asshole rings were wrenching at Jeff's tight-gripped pole like a savage hand trying to tear it off.
"Now!" he shouted at her, and his own climax began, ripping charge after charge of hot sperm into her steaming depths.
Even after the last feeble spurt had erupted through his cock, Donna kept coming as if she'd never stop. Yowling through the fingers pressed over her mouth, she writhed and bucked her ass up against him, demanding more with her insatiable body. Jeff was about to cry for mercy when she suddenly stopped and collapsed, her limp legs sliding down from his shoulders and flattening out in a wide V on either side of his body.
The lurching of her hips forward and down pinched his captive dong uncomfortably, but he was too weak to protest. Anyway, the stiffness was going out of his spent tool, and th& discomfort went too.
"Lady, you drained me good," he puffed, stretching out alongside her. He put his hand over one heaving tit and caressed it languidly.
"Marvelous!" she panted. Turning her head she kissed him fervently. "Marvelous!" she said again.
Anna came and came and came, and still the powerful hands gripped and controlled her churning body and the relentless tongue continued to explore every erotic crevice of her body.
"Stop! Oh, please stop, Val!" she whimpered. "I can't-take-any more!" Her body jerked convulsively, completely out of her own control.
Finally he stopped and relaxed his hands. She sighed weakly with relief, then a startling thought hit her. What if he fucked her now! My God, she thought, I can't take any more. Fll die.
But instead of thrusting his erect cock into her saturated cunt, Val pulled himself to a half-reclining position against the pillows propped at the head of the king-size bed. He reached for his half-finished brandy and soda and took a sip.
"Was that good, Anna baby?" he asked.
Anna forced herself to roll over on her side and prop her head in one hand to look at him. Her eyes drooped wearily, but she managed a weak smile. "I've never come so much in my life," she whispered. "It felt like my whole body was on fire."
Val smiled, pleased with her response.
She continued to gaze at him until finally her glazed eyes regained some degree of alertness and she noticed his pink-knobbed prong swaying stiffly above his belly.
"How about you, honey? I'm not sure I can wiggle my fanny right now, but I'll try. You look really hard-up."
She snaked across the bed and reached her hand out to fondle and squeeze the thick shaft
"Ahhhhh!" Val sighed contentedly. "Do it that way then. It's all good, as long as people know what they're doing."
Anna smiled and her strength began to flow back into her exhausted body. A handjob. Okay, she'd give him the best handjob he'd ever had in his life. She slid closer, then sat up crosslegged against his thigh, her knees touching him. She could use both hands on him now-and her mouth, too, if that seemed the thing to do.
Slipping one hand under his balls to cup and squeeze them delicately, she wrapped her other hand around the middle of his dong and began to pump it very slowly. She had promised him a good one, and she would keep her promise. As she prodded and teased his balls and milked his cock, it soon became apparent that he hadn't been completely hard, for now the head swelled enormously like a pale cobra spreading its hood, and the shaft got longer and thicker.
"My God!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. "I don't know if I could take that thing or not." It was almost as long as Cal's bet-winning rod, and fully as thick as Jeffs hardy tool.
Val smiled more broadly and sipped his drink, completely relaxed except for his sinewy cock. He spread his legs farther apart so she could reach under his balls better.
Suddenly Anna got the feeling that eyes were watching her. She glanced at Val, but his eyes were half-closed, looking at nothing. The feeling became more intense, like the way she had felt when she and Jeff were balling in Guadalajara and someone was peeping at them through the crack in the bedroom wall.
Instead of alarming her, it triggered a surge of keen excitement through her, rekindling the diminished flames in her loins. Who could it be? she wondered, and where was he watching from? She bent her head forward and from the corners of her eyes she glanced this way and that for possible peepholes. She noticed no suspicious spot, but the feeling persisted, and kept getting stronger.
Her breasts tautened and her nipples began to expand and harden. Very slowly and deliberately she bent her head low and thrust her tongue far out to just flick the tip of Val's cockhead. His eyelashes flew up and his deep brown eyes shot her a look of appreciation, then he closed them again.
Anna concentrated now on giving him the most artistic, the most imaginative handling that a man's cock could receive. She stroked, squeezed, and massaged it from head to balls. She scratched the underside of the head lightly with her fingernails, causing his hips to jerk involuntarily. She gave the tight-skinned head several short quick sucks, popping her lips loudly each time as if she were enjoying a lollipop. She squeezed the shaft just below the head so hard that the fiery pink of the swollen knob turned purple, then she ran her teeth across it
"You're-all-right, baby!" Val gasped, his body tensing for a moment, then relaxing again.
She wrapped both hands around the lengthy piston like a ballplayer gripping a bat and pumped it with long, strong strokes until she felt a quiver run through the underside of his shaft. Then she turned it loose and bent her head to grip behind the belled knob with her teeth, just hard enough to make him suck in his breath loudly. Next she ran her lips up and down the throbbing tool, washing it all over with her saliva-dripping tongue.
He was breathing harder now, so she went back to pumping his cock, squeezing it just hard enough to excite it the most. Her own breath was coming irregularly as she felt watching eyes burning into her body at the same time they observed her manipulation of the prone man's dick. She fantasized herself in the middle of a small dais, lighted, while the rest of a small salon was dark, and from the surrounding darkness a dozen pairs of lusting eyes watched her fondling a man's cock with the consummate skill of a classical courtesan.
Even the feeling in her own hands was heightened, and she was sensitively aware of the sliding, thin skin of his shaft and the striated muscles and engorged veins bulging through the skin. She felt the gentle pulsing as a few drops of viscous liquid leaked out of the tiny slit in the tip of the head. Bending her head, she licked the drops off, then continued to dart her tongue at the narrow aperture.
"Ohhhhh!" Val groaned, bracing his elbows against the pillows and letting his hips lurch upward as the first volley of jism came hurtling out in a spreading gob.
Too late Anna spread her wide lips and tried to catch it in her mouth. It splattered on her cheek instead, but she manage to capture his cockhead in time to receive the second jolt of sperm from his flailing dong. She swallowed hastily, gulping down each succeeding charge and still pumping away at his heated tool.
What is he thinking? she wondered even as she swallowed hard to keep more of the sticky fluid from leak- ing out of her sucking lips. The watcher: what is he feeling now? Impulsively she rammed her mouth down hard, jamming the stricture of her throat around the still-pulsing head of Val's cock. For a second she imagined that she felt his long rod plunge through her, to prick at her vitals and even touch her pussy. Her own body jerked in a false climax, so powerfully was her imagination working.
Then she realized that the hard tool in her hand and in her mouth had stopped quivering, that it was gradually softening and shrinking. She gave it a final cleansing suck and released it.
"There," she said, patting it as it flopped across Val's thigh. "Isn't that better?"
"You know it!" Val sighed blissfully.
As she hopped off the bed to go wash her face in the adjoining bathroom, he called after her, "How's to make us another brandy and soda while you're up?"
"We've got just time for a drink before the maid comes," Donna said as she and Jeff left the big bedroom and headed through the cool house toward the patio. "Do you think you could shake us up a daiquiri?"
"I think so," Jeff replied. "You go on out on the patio and I'll bring them along in a minute."
With the noise of the electric mixer he didn't hear the girl come into the kitchen through the back door, but he switched it off and turned half around just in time to glimpse her backing out the door, her wide eyes staring at him in surprise and a trace of horror.
"Hey!"
She stopped at the commanding tone, but remained in the doorway.
"You!" He recognized her now. It was one of the two pretty girls on the bus from Guadalajara, the one with the long hair who had sat next to the window. He smiled as he recalled their eye-flirtation, and she flushed, the dark blood flooding into her fine-skinned cheeks.
"So you're the maid?" he said in Spanish. "Como se llama?" What's your name?
She dropped her eyes. "Concha," she murmured!.
"What?"
"Concha." She said it louder, glancing up at him, then looking past him opaquely, her face inscrutable.
Looking down, he saw her fingers twisting nervously, and a feeling of pity went through him. She was beautiful, and she was very young. Like all Mexican girls, she could flirt outrageously in a group, but here alone with a male, she was uncertain and afraid.
"Have no fear, Concha," he said gently. "I am your friend. Now, will you take this drink out to the senora? I'll take my own."
Her face brightened with happy relief and she hastened to pick up the glass and head for the door to the patio. Jeff walked behind, admiring the graceful, erect carriage of the peasant girl. Nor did he fail to notice the distinctive swell of her firm young buttocks under the snug miniskirt. Most Mexican women had the swayback and outcurved fanny that made them appear so sexy.
"It looks as if you've already met Concha," Donna said smiling, but looking at Jeff keenly.
"Yes," he said easily. "She's very pretty, isn't she?"
"She goes with the house," Donna continued, still watching him closely.
"Fine," Jeff answered carelessly. "Maybe I'll make some sketches of her. She seems to have the standard mestizo features, part-Spanish, part-Indian. How's your daiquiri?"
The maid had disappeared back in the house.
Donna sipped her chilled drink. "Excellent," she said. "You make drinks almost as well as you make love."