Chapter 6
"The senor Jeff is not here?" Anna asked the maid.
"No, senorita. He said he had to go to Chapala, maybe even Guadalajara, to get some art supplies." Concha stood quietly, looking directly at the tall Americana, but with eyes that expressed nothing. She liked this job, and the Gaspards were good to her. They paid her well.
"Thanks." Anna turned and went slowly through the house to the bathroom. Her body ached, now that the marijuana influence was gone, and she felt dirty.
Concha looked after her. There was a woman who had been fucked, very recently, she thought. No mistake. Only a few weeks ago her older sister had slipped into the tiny room they shared in their mother's poor casita, smelling and looking just so. Her eyes had been furtive but dazzling with excitement-and something else-as she crept in from the dark outside, careful that their mother would not hear.
"Where have you been?" Concha whispered, feeling her sister's excitement.
"Ssssssh!" Her sister put a warning finger to her lips, then prepared to take a bath. Her short hair was disarrayed, some still-wet strands sticking to her forehead where she had been perspiring. And her short skirt was also twisted, and some fragments of straw stuck to the back.
The smell, too, Concha noticed. An excited woman smell, but with another, more pungent odor mixed with it. In the little village where the poorer people lived crowded on top of one another, the facts of life were pretty obvious to any child from the age of three on up.
Concha helped heat water on the battered old stove and she and her sister carried it in buckets and ketdes to the little lean-to behind the house where the big tin tub was the family bathtub. In the darkness, without even a candle to give some light, her sister had bathed her body for a long time, sitting and soaking her cola in the warm water. After she dried herself, she rubbed some spices between her legs, there, to take away any smell.
Before getting in the lumpy bed beside Concha, the sister knelt and prayed to the Virgin that she would not become pregnant.
Yes, thought Concha as she went back to cleaning the windows, the senorita Anna had just made a cabron, a cuckold of El Rizo. To herself she always called Jeff "the curly-haired one." Still, these heepees were funny, even the nice clean ones like Jeff and Anna. Clearly, they were not married, yet they lived together openly. And they were of good families, for was El Rizo not connected with the wonderful Gaspards? She shrugged her young shoulders.
The hot water streaming over Anna's aching breasts helped relieve some of the sharpening pain. Strangely, her face felt tense and swollen, too.
"My God!" She suddenly remembered that Cholo had struck her, twice. She stepped out of the shower and went to the large full-length mirror against the wall and studied her face carefully. Yes, her lower lip was swollen on one side, and a faint bluish tinge strained her jaw. "Damn!" She got back under the warm water and picked up the cake of soap again.
Finally her body began to feel normal and luxuriant again. For a moment she considered turning the knobs to cold and refreshing herself with a quick icy spray, but then she decided against it. Her body warm and naked beneath a light terrycloth robe, she went to the bedroom and stretched out on top of the bed. An instant later she was sound asleep.
When she awakened a couple of hours later, the stiffness in her normally pliant body puzzled her. Then she remembered. Tentatively she slipped a hand through the front of her robe and manipulated her smooth tits one after the other. They felt all right. A little smile curved the corners of her sensuous lips as she felt the quickening protuberance of a sensitive nipple against the palm of her hand. Yes, they were all right.
Next she slid her hand under the high-twisted hem of her robe and gingerly fingered her pussy. "Oh!" she grunted softly as she spread her thighs apart for her exploring hand. The pain came from the small of her back, she realized. It must have been when Cholo slammed her across the table so hard. But it was only a slight stiffness; nothing permanent. Her fingers continued to caress the curly thicket of hair over her mound and between her rounded thighs. Nothing bruised outside. Carefully she pushed a slender finger between her parted cunt lips and poked at the elastic mouth of her love-canal.
Her body relaxed and warmed even more beneath the robe as her finger moved of its own volition, stroking lightly up and down her hair-fringed furrow and titillating the nubby little clit at the peak of the slit. The pain in her back vanished and she squirmed her buttocks against the bed, thrusting upward in short pushes that pressed her cunt against her questing.hand and finger and caused the lips to open and close like a flexible valve.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed voluptuously, and plunged her "finger into the moistened throat of her cunt. Again her body felt electrically vibrant, an instrument of erotic passion that twisted and squirmed expertly to meet her knowledgeable finger and bring her to a swift climax.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered as she came, half-fearful that her muffled cries would be heard by the maid through the closed door. Her hips jerked up and down, driven by the surges of hot voltage through her loins, and the robe fell away completely, leaving her writhing body naked.
The rapturous quivers subsided and she lay spent and panting and deliriously relieved. My God, she thought as her mind cleared. I'm getting worse than a high-school virgin letching for the football hero. Then she smiled contentedly. It was her body, her pleasure. Nobody owned her, not even Jeff.
In a few moments she got up and threw off the robe. She pulled a clean pair of faded jeans from her suitcase, a sheer bra and a short-sleeved denim shirt. She held up a pair of frothy yellow bikini panties and looked at them, then put them back in the suitcase. Dressed, she slid her feet into a pair of sandals, buckled the straps, and went out into the living-room.
The maid was not in sight, and anyway she didn't know when Jeff would be back so there was no point in leaving a message with the girl. She found a pad of notepaper and a ballpoint pen on a side table.
"I've gone with some friends from El Jacal to visit an Indian village," she wrote, and signed the note with a big A. El Jacal was a campy little restaurant in the village where some of the local artists and culture-vultures hung out
The sun was still a blazing ball of concentrated heat, even though it was low over the western edge of the lake. Anna stopped as she stepped out of the cool shade of the roofed part of the patio into the glare that hit her head and shoulders like a blast. Taking a deep breath, she started walking slowly up the alley, toward the street that led to Calle Independencia.
But as she walked along, a faint growling in her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast Skirting Calle Independencia, she went to the plaza and up to El Jacal.
"A margarita and a plate of enchiladas," she told the smirking waiter. So goddam cocksure, she frowned as he went away to fill her order. Jeff was right: every Latin male seemed to be convinced he was God's gift to any woman who happened to be alone at the moment. Her eyes followed the plump, short waiter, and when he turned, his bulging belly protruded far over his heavy silver belt buckle.
She thought of Cholo's lean hips and flat belly, and the awesome bulk of his bull-like shoulders, and a sultriness filtered through her, in spite of the coolness of the dark restaurant.
The sun was gone when she left the restaurant, but twilight still brightened the sky. She walked throueh the cooling streets, ignoring the inevitable whistles and sibilant whispers from men lounging against the doors and walls of the adobe houses lining the street. Their dicks must come up as the sun goes down, she thought. Shit! They didn't have to wait for the sun to go down.
Chupa mi paloma," a grinning youth said softly. Suck my prick?
Anna almost burst out laughing. The boy was hardly shoulder-high to her, and thin as a starving goat Probably a devout altar-boy at Sunday mass, she guessed.
The door of Galeria Luis was ajar again, and she went in, only to bump into Cholo hurrying toward the door from inside.
"Get into the car!" he ordered abruptly, practically brushing her back out the door.
His car was a battered, dusty Thunderbird parked just across the street. A trio of ragged children popped up from nowhere to stare at Anna curiously as she opened the car door and got in.
What the hell am I doing? But before the question was fully registered in her mind, Cholo was under the wheel and steering the car down the bumpy street. A few minutes later they were on the highway above the little village and heading west toward the afterglow of the vanished sun.
He had said not a word from the time they left. Anna looked at him, his cruel, handsome face dimly profiled in the dashboard light. Past him she saw twinkling lights on the far side of the broad lake. With a twinge of panic she realized that the lights were San Tomas; they were at least twenty miles away, on th& southern rim of the lake.
"Where are we going?" she broke the silence.
A mirthless grin flashed across Cholo's lips. "We're almost there."
After a measureless time, maybe short, maybe long, he stopped the car and got out. Anna got out her side, and by the ghostly light of a half-moon she saw that they were in the midst of an abandoned luxury development project
"Come!"
Anna followed closely behind the shadowy figure, stumbling over a broken place in a sidewalk leading into one of the nearly finished homes. A door opened, she stepped inside, and Cholo closed it behind her.
"Luz!" he called out.
A match flared in another room opening off the one they had just entered, and by its wavering light she glimpsed another man. Cholo hurried in that direction, with Anna at his heels. Another match flared, and two candles were lighted.
Anna looked about the large room which was furnished only with a couch. Several large cushions were scattered about. One candle rested on a low coffee table before the couch, the other candle on the floor in a corner. Heavy drapes, additionally covered with sarapes, hung over the single window, effectively shielding the light from anyone who might be outside.
Anna looked at the other two occupants. A lovely Mexican girl in a simple miniskirted frock smiled at her. "Buenos noches," said the girl. Anna smiled and returned her greeting, then looked at the young man, slim and handsome, squatting by the candle on the floor.
"Que tu?" he smiled.
Anna smiled and nodded to him, wondering if he were a local youth. In this area they didn't greet each other with that expression, she had noticed.
Cholo flung himself on a pile of cushions and sarapes against the wall. "A shot of tequila," he told the Mexican girt
Immediately she turned and vanished into the darkness beyond the room, returning at once with a fresh bottle of Sauza and a bottle of Sangrita and some small glasses. Kneeling on the floor near Cholo, she poured half-and-half from the two bottles into each glass, handed the first to Cholo and the second to Anna, who was sitting crosslegged on a cushion on the floor. Cholo propped his head against the wall and nursed his drink on his chest, surveying the others through slitted eyes.
"I am Juan," the slim young man said, coming forward and offering his hand. "This Cholo has no manners." Apparently he had no fear of the powerful man, although he would be no match for him in a fight
"Chinga tu madre!" Cholo grinned tautly.
"And fuck yours, too," the other retorted, also grinning.
He's very graceful, Anna thought, surveying Juan over the rim of her glass. He wore tight black trousers, a tailored, wildly-colored shirt, ard polished black slippers with the high heels of a flamenco dancer. The girl, too. She shifted her gaze toward the girl who was sitting crosslegged in imitation of Anna. Her coal-black hair was parted in the middle in two long braids which fell over her shoulders and breasts, Indian-style.
"I'm Anna," she said to the girl.
"I'm Maria," the other replied, her voice soft and melodious.
Of course, Anna thought. Juan and Maria. John and Mary.
They all drank leisurely. Juan lighted a cigarette, and offered his pack politely to Anna, but she refused. Maria got up after a few minutes and clicked on a small portable radio that sat on the floor in the shadows.
"Very low!" Cholo ordered brusquely, and she turned it down so the music came faintly even across the few feet of distance.
Without an order, Maria refilled the glasses and they continued to drink. It was very relaxing, Anna thought. The lack of conversation wasn't oppressive. She looked Maria over, noticing the heavy roundness of her boobs, against the front of her snug dress, and the slim shapeliness of her bare thighs gleaming like dark bronze in the pale candlelight.
"You have everything ready?" Cholo asked suddenly. "Yes," Juan replied.
Both men got up and went into the outer darkness. They returned, their arms loaded with camera and electric cords and flash equipment. Cholo carried a large battery as well. Anna smiled, unalarmed at the obvious preparations for some picture-taking. The tequila felt warm in her stomach, and a lazy anticipation flowed down into her belly.
Quickly, efficiently, Cholo and Juan dragged the low couch into a planned position, then Juan hooked up the lighting equipment to the powerful battery while Cholo loaded an expensive-looking movie camera. Maria sat quietly, looking at Anna and smiling. She's so beautiful, Anna thought
When the apparatus was ready, Cholo dropped again to his cushions and got out the flat plastic box that Anna recognized as his marijuana case. Taking out three joints, he gave one to Juan and Maria, and lighted one for himself. Anna waited. But instead of a smoke, she was given a refill of tequila by Maria. She shrugged indifferently and sipped her fresh drink.
They finished their smokes, inhaling till the roaches burned their lips, then dropping the butts on the tile floor and crushing them out with their shoes. Juan and Maria got up and Cholo picked up his camera.
Anna relaxed even more as she watched the proceedings, which were as foreknown in her mind as if she had written the simple script the actors were following. The tequila was fuel to the fire kindling in her belly and thighs. A dreamy smile tipped the corners of her humid lips.
Juan disappeared from the room and Maria walked slowly to the couch, followed by the revealing light and camera in Cholo's hands. Sitting down, the Mexican girl drew a magazine from under a pillow on the couch and opened it. The full-page photos were visible to Anna from several feet away, not in detail but enough that she could see the nudes. Leafing the pages, Maria simulated-or was it real?-a young girl excited and aroused by sex pictures. One hand went under a heavy breast, to lift it and fondle it slowly, and her wine-purple lips fell apart to release the tip of her nervous tongue.
Very quickly her fingers unbuttoned the front of her frock almost to the waist, and her hand went inside to caress an unbrassiered globe. Her dark face took on more expression, and Anna could sense the heat of the girl's mounting passion coming across the room to her.
Maria dropped the open magazine on a pillow where she could look at the pictures and have both hands free to stimulate herself. Partly concealed by the twisted hem of her skirt, her hand worked between her coffee-colored thighs, to probe and rub her yearning pussy.
In another swift action she reached under another cushion and got out a plastic-ivory vibrator. She lay back on the cushions and threw her legs up on the couch, wide apart. Her black mass of cunt hair was now fully exposed as Cholo moved in closer with the camera to film the massage trick.
Anna slid off her cushion and dragged herself across the slick tile floor to gaze in fascination at the lovely brunette stroking the curved tip of the vibrator along the slit of her cunt. Maria's heavy breathing was not fake. Her half-closed eyes gleamed and her tongue licked feverishly across her writhing lips.
Just as she was pushing the pointed tip of the vibrator into her mostening cunt-lips, Juan entered the room on cue. Pretending embarrassment, Maria tried to shove the instrument under a pillow and straighten her disheveled dress. But Juan was too quick for her. Clamping one hand over a heavy tit and forcing her back into her half-prone position, he captured the smooth tool. Then, wedging her feebly resisting legs apart, he shoved the wet tip into her avid cunt and slowly moved it about like a pestle in a mortar.
Just outside camera-range, Anna stared in dazed fascination, wondering if the passionate girl was faking the climax she was going through, or if it was for real. Her bared hips thrashed and jerked, and moans spilled from her gasping lips as she flailed her head back and forth.
Abruptly Cholo cut the camera, and the pair got up quickly and stripped off their clothes, throwing them into a corner out of camera-range. They sat down again. Maria glanced at Anna and winked as she reached for Juan's half-hard cock and began to massage it into hard erection. Cholo cut his camera back on as the pole reared to its full height, the corona flaring darkly above the pale olive shaft rising from Juan's bounteous bush of pubic hair.
Lowering her head, Maria opened her ripe lips over the swollen knob, then slid her mouth downward to take in nearly half the shaft. Juan stroked her long hair, brushing it aside so the camera could get a clear shot, and Cholo moved in for a closeup.
What was in that drink? Anna wondered vaguely, from a distant part of her mind. She felt lazily exhilarated, and detached from her body, yet completely, sensually aware of her own feelings of burning lust. She slid closer, carefully keeping out of the sweep of the camera, and unfastened her shirt Hardly conscious of what she was doing, she slid it off and threw it into the corner with the others' clothes. Her bra followed.
Cholo was behind the couch now, holding his camera on the action as Maria knelt between Juan's spread legs and moved forward to encase his upright dong between her large, slightly pendulous tits. With her hands she moved the cushiony mounds up and down, pressing them inward at the same time to apply soft pressure to his tool. Anna was sure that the twisted smile of ecstasy on Juan's lips wasn't faked. She thrust her hand down the front of her low-slung jeans and stroked with her fingertips through her pubic hair while she stared, hypnotized, at the lascivious action right before her.
Still sitting, Juan slid his ass forward so that he half-lay against cushions and the back of the couch. Maria rose smoothly to her feet and straddled his wide-apart thighs, resting on her knees on the couch and facing Juan. Cholo moved slowly around the end of the couch, catching all her movements as she grasped the rampant cock and guided the head between her hairy lips.
Maria's buttocks, flaring and smooth as ripe plums, were within a few feet of Anna's face, and the Americana felt her own cunt throb with desire as she watched the stretched cunt-lips of the other slide down the vein-ridged staff. Reluctantly Anna moved back a foot or two to allow Cholo with his light and camera to move in. Dreamily she unzipped her jeans and twisted out of them, still sitting in her ringside position.
Everything was accomplished in silence, except for the heavy breathing of Maria and Juan, and the wet sucking sound of Maria's swallowing pussy as it rode up and down on the well-juiced rod, and the faint whir of the movie camera. Naked, Anna slid closer again, her eyes drawn to the dangling balls of Juan. The hairy sac hung over the edge of the couch, and each time Maria slid upward, her squeezing tunnel sucking on the hard shaft, the balls seemed to tense, and the sac to contract.
Hardly knowing that she had moved between Juan's parted knees, Anna felt the hairy pouch brushing against her uplifted lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and gently took in one of the balls. The odor of Maria's hot cunt, filled with the mixture of juices lubricating the piston inside her, came to Anna's nostrils, further heightening her passion. Softly she tongued the egg-shaped sphere inside her hot mouth, and she felt the responsive quiver surge through Juan's groin. The satiny skin of Maria's plump asscheek brushed against her forehead, and she moved her head so that their skin caressed each other.
She knew that Cholo was behind her now, filming her in the picture, too, and that knowledge excited her even more. It was what she had wanted, wanted all the time, from the day the concealed man watched her and Jeff balling in their bed in Guadalajara. She was starring, acting before an audience, and her body felt as if it was being licked by fragrant flames. She turned and twisted her body as she strained upward to lap with her tongue at the base of Juan's cock each time Maria's firm buttocks raised up. Her hands were busy, too, caressing Maria and Juan alike.
Her tonguetip found Maria's tiny asshole, the hair- rimmed puckerhole warping open a trifle as the broad base of Juan's cock wedged apart the forward slit on each downride.
"Oooooooooooh!" Maria squealed, her body arching with the spasm of ecstasy darting from the wet tonguetip in her sensitive grommet, Anna thrust her finger deep into her own juicy canal and squeezed her love-muscles fondly about the slender intruder. As she expertly fingered herself, stroking her stiffening clit, she got up on her knees, her head still low between Juan's thighs and her ass shoved upward.
She felt herself seized brusquely about the waist by a powerful arm that held her, while a hard-knobbed cock slammed off one of her asscheeks. The passion-red haze of ecstasy that had been bathing her suddenly split with the realization that Cholo had her helpless while he aimed again with his rigid dick.
Oh no! she thought, panic-stricken. I can't take him there! The gristly prong banged again, gliding into the deep valley of her buttocks and jamming right against her pinched asshole.
"No-!" Her shriek was cut off by a whiff of something rushing into her nostrils and pervading her head and lungs, even as the popping sound came belatedly to her ears. The drug flashed through her like wildfire, rekindling her lust. Higher and higher rose the flames of desire, and her stifled cry changed to a she-goat's bleat.
Like a mare in heat she presented her buttocks to the kneeling man behind her. A searing pang of agony flooded ahead of the blunt relentless wedge splitting her asscheeks and driving deep into her virginal anal passage, but the torture was immediately transmuted into exquisite thrills of erotic delight such as she had never dreamed of. Bucking and rearing her ass high, she threw herself back onto the impaling spike, while her whole body exploded in a tumultuous orgasm.
Words of madness, untranslatable, torrented through her sttaining throat and lips as she continued to lunge and rear on her hands and knees. In her wild fantasy she had actually become a lithe and amorous mare, welcoming the bruising, battering attack of the stallion riding her flanks. With one part of her bedazzled, soaring mind she knew that Maria and Juan had stopped their own action and were watching her perform, and that since Cholo had stopped filming, Cholo was the stallion, the master fucking to subdue her, to crumple her beneath the fury of his onslaught
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhi" The guttural cry retched in her throat, tearing the delicate lining just as the lining of her asshole was being torn by the invading savage. Orgasm after orgasm wrenched and flung her body, and ever she continued to back into the enraged thrusts of the pole ramming her, driving through her entire body to scatter shooting stars across the dark fabric of her mind.
The fountain was ceaseless, never-ending, spouting geyser after geyser of ecstatic sparks while her body vibrated and danced to an erotic rhapsody.
"Ahhhhhhhhhnhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed hoarsely again, skipping over peaks of climactic delight. "Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! Kill me with your cock!" And she reared even higher, finally twisting about with such a violent convulsion that the powerful rider was thrown from her back. He landed on his side, his throbbing cock squirting sperm in spasmodic volleys across the floor while he swore at the demon-woman still jerking with her own climactic fury.
Anna pitched forward on the floor, and everything went black.