Chapter 7
The curtains were pulled back from the windows and daylight streamed into the room, subdued but all-illuminating. Anna awoke slowly, gradually, a groan halfway past her lips before she began to stir. Someone had thrown a serape over her naked body, but it had slipped away from her upper body. She lay mainly on her stomach, though her legs were twisted about.
"Jesus!" she groaned, forcing her eyes open. "What happened?" From the very hairs of her head to her toenails she ached all over. Mercifully, her memory was blocked at first as she tried to roll over and come up to a sitting position. As she propped up on one arm and attempted a sitting position, a raw pain lanced through her asshole and up, all the way to her throat which was also raw.
"Jesus!" she groaned again. Tentatively, with very light fingers, she touched her buttocks, very gradually sliding her fingertips toward the crevice dividing her taut asscheeks.
"Oh, God, no!" she moaned, when her fingertips revealed the ruptured condition of her asshole. "I'm ruined for life. It'll never shrink back to normal." The memory of the night before came back in a tidal wave of recollection, and she closed her eyes as if that would shut out, perhaps even erase, those wild events.
She forced herself up on her hands and knees and checked her body carefully. Aside from her ravaged bunghole everything seemed all right. She tried sitting up again while she looked about for her clothes.
"Hello."
She squinted toward the doorway, and recognized Maria, miniskirted and smiling freshly, her glossy black hair neatly plaited in two braids.
"Are you hungry?"
The question seemed to release a ripple of hunger pangs.
"Yes."
Maria disappeared into another part of the house, but came back soon with a crude splint tray bearing a pot of steaming coffee and two earthen mugs already filled. She knelt in a fluid, graceful movement and placed the tray on the floor between her and Anna. Anna's weary eyes noted that the pretty girl wore no panties under her brief skirt as Maria sat down crosslegged facing her.
"Drink this." The polished mahogany face was beautiful with a friendly smile which beamed above the outstretched arm handing a mug to Anna.
"Thanks." The groggy girl took the mug and drank deeply. She gasped. The coffee was not only hot and strong, but it was heavily laced with rum. In a moment the stimulating heat of the liquid circulated through her body, and the multiple aches began to diminish and disappear. She even managed a smile at her companion.
"Where are the others?" she asked, looking about.
"Gone into town. Work." The cryptic answer was obviously all she was going to give. Then the obsidian eyes narrowed, roaming over the carelessly naked body of the Americana.
"You are very beautiful," she said, almost shyly.
Anna's smile was broader this time. The mug of coffee was half-empty, and her body was feeling immensely better. Even the throbbing ache in her grom-met was nearly gone. She held her mug forward and Maria filled it from the pitcher.
"Thanks. I think you're one of the prettiest girls I've seen in Mexico." Anna really meant it
Maria accepted the compliment with visible pleasure. "I'll bring you some food." Effortlessly she arose and glided out of the room. A few minutes went by while Anna continued to sip her coffee and regain control of her body and senses. Then Maria returned, this time with another tray, a larger one, and a dish of buttered bolillos and a saucer of strawberry jam on it.
Maria sat crosslegged again and her eyes were both warm and speculative as she continued to look over the shapely form of Anna, who had still not bothered to pull on any clothes. Once she reached forward and softly caressed a swaying tit while Anna chewed her food. Anna looked at her and smiled, pleased by the sensuous caress and the warmth in her companion's countenance. Finally she had all the food she wanted to eat
"I don't suppose there's any running water in the bathroom-if there's a bathroom," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Maria smiled and shrugged. "There's the lake." A tiny dimple appeared in her cheek as her smile widened. "I have some soap. And," she stood up, "there's nobody around."
Anna stood up, too. The rum had done its work. She felt practically as good as new. She bent and picked up a serape and draped it about her like a sarong, pulling it tight over the top of her breasts and tucking in the end.
"Let's go," she said.
The water was just pleasantly cool and she waded out gratefully, relishing the sensuous rippling of the water rising higher and higher as she waded deeper, then turned on her back to float.
At first she wasn't conscious of the extra caresses on her body, but as they seemed to concentrate toward her groin she came back to full awareness. Opening her eyes, she saw Maria standing beside her, breast-deep, gliding her slim hands across her belly and along her thighs. She smiled into the wide black eyes, and the other responded with a full-lipped, gleaming smile.
"Beautiful," her lips formed the silent word.
Encouraged, Maria moved her hands with more purpose, sliding one underneath the prone, floating girl's buttocks and the other down the curve of her belly to the pubic hair floating upward like fine seaweed. With feminine empathy she touched lightly but surely, stroking and pinching lightly and probing gently, and Anna felt as if she were a computerized bank of erotic sensations whose buttons were all being punched by an expert operator.
Finally it was more than she could bear. The thrills racing through her frame began to draw together in curves and knots, and she was forced to drop her feet to the lake floor and stand up.
"You darling," she murmured, putting her arms about the dark cinnamon shoulders of the other and drawing her close.
Their naked bodies pressed tight, slippery with the water between them, and the sensation of spongy tit against spongy tit was particularly exciting. Anna took one arm from behind Maria and slipped the hand under her slightly flattened tit. The Mexican girl's boobs were heavier and fuller even than her own, and their weight was causing them to droop a trifle. But right now, the slight sag was not unattractive, but was even more appealing, like a fully ripened melon weary with its own weight
Anna fingered the nipple into erection, and was mildly startled at the extra-large size of it, fully hardened. Nothing underdeveloped about these small, hcsK-Indio women, she reflected. Then she quivered as she felt inquisitive yet knowing fingers probing and parting the water-spread bush at her crotch and slithering between the wet, pouting lips of her cunt. Then the dark head lowered and hot lips closed over Anna's nipple, sucking it into rigid prominence.
"Ahhhhhhhi" Anna sighed, all pain gone and forgotten as her body warmed beneath the hot sun and the skilled caresses. She reached both hands down and around the prominently outcurved buttocks of the girl, and gripping them firmly, she drew her groin in against her own. She held her like that for a moment, then began a slow grinding, stooping and rubbing her cushiony pubic mound as low under the other's cunt as she could reach. Eventually she touched Maria's excited clit, for the black-haired beauty gave a little gasp of delight, and closed her eyes. Her sparkling white teeth bit down on her lower lips and she breathed in deeply as the grinding massage continued.
After a while a fluttering of eyelashes and a series of short quick breaths signaled Maria's little orgasm. Pleased that she had brought her friend off, Anna broke away and went back to shore for the bar of soap Maria had brought. They spent a long time soaping and laving each other's body, and when they had finished, they lay outstretched on spread serapes and let the hot sun dry them off.
Back at the house, Maria made some sort of rum drink for each of them, and they stretched out on a pile of serapes and cushions, naked. Idly they fondled and caressed each other while they drank their rum, and as the liquid went lower in each glass, their caresses became more heated and unrestrained. When they finally set aside the empty glasses, Anna took the small but voluptuous girl in her arms, rolled her on her back and fucked her as if she were a man fucking a woman. But the obvious thing was missing.
"Wait!" Maria hissed, her lips drawn back in an excited grin. She got up and went to the couch and drew the vibrator from under a cushion.
They took turns lying upon each other's body, the bottom girl spreading her legs wide and locking them about the slim waist above, while the girl above used the vibrator on the other. After what seemed hours of soaring delight and endless orgasms, they slumped into exhausted sleep, still locked in each other's arms.
Again Maria was awake first. When Anna came out of her profound sleep, she felt normal again, thoroughly refreshed and relaxed. She rolled up to a sitting position on the serapes and as if on signal, Maria came in with the inevitable crude tray, this time bearing two steaming bowls of chili and beans.
The shadows of evening were apparent inside the room when Maria took away the empty bowls and came back with tall glasses of tequila and Sangrita. Anna drank thirstily, then set her glass on the floor and got up to drag on her jeans and shirt, still crumpled in the corner. Then she stretched out again, propped on one elbow, and looked at the rounded, light-chocolate thighs of the crosslegged girl next to her.
"My boy friend thinks Mexican women have the prettiest fannies in the world," she said without animosity. "They curve out so sweet and pert." She reached over and slid her hand along the inside of Maria's thigh.
"You too have a nice body," said Maria, smiling at the pleasing sensation of the hand moving closer to her pussy. "You are a woman meant for love. Much love."
"Yes." The embers of passion were stirring into life again, and Anna felt the heat suffusing her loins and thighs, and spreading throughout her entire body. Is there a drug in this drink? she wondered, curiously but without fear.
"What did Cholo give me last night?" she asked, taking another deep swallow of her drink.
"He calls them poppers," Maria replied casually. "Cholo is the big jefe of the drugs racket in this area. He has everything."
By the time they had started on their second drink, darkness was invading the room. Maria got up and began to arrange the heavy curtains and extra drapes across the windows. Then she lighted new candles, tall and red, and placed one in a bottle on the low table and the other against a wall. Anna watched the lithe girl moving about, her lusciously curved body bending with unconscious seductiveness, and the flames of desire became even hotter and demanding in her groin. What was in store for this night? she wondered. Oddly enough, she felt no fear and certainly no remorse over the situation. In fact, her heated body seemed to be a programmed instrument of passion, and she flexed the love^muscles deep within her cunt as if practicing for the next encounter with a raging cock.
Before she could wonder again what was in her drink besides tequila, footsteps sounded in the passageway and Cholo and Juan came in, loaded down with equipment
"Check outside for light," Cholo snapped at Juan, and the slim man promptly put down his load and went back outside to see if any light showed through the drapes.
Anna waited for him to greet her, but he moved about as if she and Maria did not exist, his arrogant face set in an expression of intense concentration. Cholo did one thing at a time.
Juan came back in. "Hello", he said to Anna, his pleasant face lighted by a friendly smile. He slipped his arm about Maria's waist and fondled her big tit through her thin frock.
Finally Cholo finished whatever preparations he was making, and dropped down on the couch, his feet stretched out comfortably. "Get me a drink," he commanded Maria, and the girl hurried out Then he looked at Anna, sitting against the wall.
"Have you had food?" he asked, with the same interest he would show in a prize dog or horse. A diabolical glitter showed in his dark eyes as Anna nodded affirmatively, and he bared his teeth in a taut grin.
"Come here!"
Obediently Anna got up and went to him.
"Open it!" He pointed to the fly of his trousers.
She dropped on her knees between his outstretched legs and unzipped his trousers, then reached inside and carefully pulled out his cock which was hardly showing signs of life yet. Without being urged, she began to fondle and caress the flaccid tool, teasing the sensitive underside of his cockhead with her fingernails.
Maria returned and handed Cholo his drink, then she knelt beside Anna and added her own sex-wise caresses to the limp dick, and soon it began to expand and harden. Cholo drank deeply, then sighed with contentment. Both his stomach and his balls were being satisfied.
The rubbery cone darkened with engorging blood, and the tube on the underside of the shaft filled and throbbed under the delightful massage of two pairs of smooth hands.
"Chupa lo." Suck it
Anna's hair fell forward, contrasting with the black cluster covering Cholo's belly, as she lowered her head and opened her lips to receive the aroused and rigid cock. Maria continued to massage the lower part of the shaft and caress Cholo's balls as Anna sucked lightly at the head, wetting it with her saliva.
The heat in her body was almost unbearable as Anna turned her head from side to side, punching out first one cheek then the other with the stiff rod in her mouth. She hardly thought; she was a creature of sensation, and everything was concentrated on stimulating the pulsing muscle in her hand and in her mouth. She felt Maria's hands moving away from the dark shaft, and in a moment the girl was fondling Anna's feverish tits. Her shirt was stripped off by unseen hands, and now the hands were hot on her bulging, hard-nippled mounds of fleshy delight. Then other hands were at her hips, unfastening her jeans and sliding them down over her thighs.
Anna knew it was Juan kneeling behind her, gently raising first one of her knees then the other to drag off the jeans. Her naked buttocks felt caressing hands ranging over them, along the outer curves, then tracing the declivity separating the firm cheeks. A faint tremor of apprehension shook her naked body for a moment. Not in the bunghole again! She couldn't take it.
But the heat in her body was all-consuming, melting her fears, and she avidly tongued the underside of the rigid flesh-pole in her hands while she shifted her knees farther apart to receive the other cock now rubbing up and down her entire slit, from clit to asshole. She didn't care where Juan put it, so long as she could feel it in her. Now!
Instead of jamming it into her healed and eager grommet, however, the young man elected to center his oozing cockhead against her wet cunt-lips, and in a moment his entire dick was buried inside her slippery passage and the contractions of the walls were like a milking hand jacking him off.
Maria's face was pressed against Anna's back as she continued to fondle and tease the Americanos surging tits.
Anna's body took on an instinctive rhythm, hunching back and upward to receive the thrusts of Juan's deep-planted cock, while her head bobbed up and down, pulling and sucking at Cholo's cock. Maria's fingers kneading her already excited nipples finally set her off like a bonfire. Moaning against the wedging cockhead in her throat, she jerked and spasmed to the orgasm wracking her slim body. She wanted to raise her head and howl like a lusting she-wolf, to yell, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" But her sucking lips refused to release the dripping pillar they were tightly circled over.
Then a second climax shook her and she began to pump frantically with her hand at the part of Cholo's shaft which was not imprisoned in her mouth. At the same time she lunged her ass into Juan's groin with furious speed, demanding that he ram his iron-hard prick into her faster. It was unbearable, this swelling passion which only seemed to increase the more she came. It could only be relieved by bringing off the two men. This she sensed, and her body and hands redoubled their frenzied actions.
Still another orgasm gushed through her, reaching to her throat, and she felt she had to raise her head and scream. But at that moment her sensitive hand felt the initial throbs in the base of Cholo's cock, and a moment later she was eagerly lapping and swallowing his creamy charges that splashed into her mouth. Before Cholo's dick had ceased pumping, Juan suddenly jerked and broke his driving rhythm, and he too blasted bis jism into Anna. Her cunt muscles gripped his twitching rod tightly, squeezing away even after he had finished coming.
Anna roused up dreamily, hours later it seemed, although only a short while had passed, and took the lighted cigarette which Cholo was holding out to her. She put it to her still-wet lips and dragged on it deeply. A strong sweetish smoke filled her lungs and nostrils, and she quickly dragged again.
She was rising, it seemed, rising on a cushion of air, and floating quietly, peacefully above the.others. To keep from falling, she dragged again and again on the glowing cigarette. Colors filtered through the shades of the semidarkened room, and bubbles rose from the candles, spreading like drops of watercolor paint in a pan of water. All colors, and the colors had sound, too. Exotic music.
She could see that Juan and Maria were smoking the magical cigarettes, too, while Cholo moved slow-motion through a maze of electrical cords and other apparatus.
Now they were naked, the three of them, Juan, Maria, Anna, and they were embracing and dancing and kissing and fondling one another with inspired caresses. The music changed subtly and so did the colors, rich and lavish, but never dazzling bright. Cool, cool colors, and cool music. Only their entwining bodies were warm and passion-flooded as they explored and invented new delights for one another.
Now Juan was handing another cigarette to Anna and one to Maria, and while they smoked again he dissolved from view. Through purple and gold-hazed eyes Anna saw, from her floating cloud, what looked like a sort of short divan being placed in the middle of the room. It had no ends, no back, and it rose in the center like a gentle hill. A bright-dyed serape was spread and Maria seemed to flow over it, her supine body arched like a sacrificial virgin being prepared for the pagan priest's knife. Then she dissolved, too, and Anna dreamed color and music.
Dreaming. She had to be dreaming. Amber shade into burnt orange, and a peculiar note sifted into the cascading music. Yes, she had to be dreaming, or why would that strange-looking little animal be coming in the door. A burro.
It wavered, nearly disappeared, then came on again, and Juan was drifting about it like some naked satyr out of a Greek myth. His golden body gleamed in the pale violet shimmer of the room. He seemed to be holding something under the beast's muzzle; the long hairy face jerked and the ears twitched.
Juan disappeared, floating from view, and Anna's eyes traveled lazily down the flanks of the wavering animal. Her lips widened in a languid smile as she saw the dong, like an extending telescope, dropping down and forward from between the burro's hind legs. The dark-pink head continued to project beyond the much shorter skin until it was only a few inches from the floor. Absurdly, Anna thought of Cal, the existentialist hippie with the long dick. This was some phantom of her drugged vision; no animal, not even a burro, had a peter that long and hard and pink.
The images blurred and shifted and she lost all ability to focus. Hazily she thought she saw a slender hand drifting down and along the incredible length of the extended shaft; Juan's body appeared and disappeared, just his head now-just his smile-Maria's braids dangling over her satiny cocoa-skinned shoulders-her body bending and undulating, stretching supine-arching-Everything faded and vanished, and a cloud of unconsciousness bore Anna away.