Chapter 9
Anna came awake finally, after a long hazy time of false starts during which sounds penetrated her uneasy sleep and lights played across her closed but half-sentient eyes.
"Oh God!" Her hand felt as heavy as lead as she tried to move it upward to hold her throbbing head. Was she living or dead? Like a seasick ocean passenger she hoped it was the latter. Her body felt bloated, soggy, heavy, and none of her limbs responded to the fuzzy signals she sent out from her dazed mind. Even her eyeballs ached, and the rims of her eyes felt like granulated hot coals.
As her eyelids fluttered open briefly, she thought she saw Maria moving about the room. She closed her lids quickly to relieve the pain of daylight on her eyes.
What had happened? The only memory that was fairly clear to her was smoking and floating. Smoking what? The sweet pungency of the cigarette recalled it- self. Hashish! Surely it was hashish, but what else? Her body had lost all contact with the pile of blankets on which she had been lying. What had Maria told her about Cholo? The grand jefe of the local drug racket What in the name of God had he given her?
And Maria? There trickled into an edge of her consciousness fragments of images, or the naked, luscious body of Maria-. A burro-. But that had to be some sort of illusion.
Fighting the sickening pain that surged up into her throat like nausea, she forced her eyelids open. Maria!
The dark-skinned girl was kneeling in front of her, holding out a glass of water. Anna willed her eyes into focus. The girl looked all right. She was smiling, in fact, her opaque dark eyes enhanced by the wide smile on her lips.
"Take this, Anna." She held out a capsule in her other hand.
Automatically Anna took the capsule and laid it on the back of her tongue, then took the glass of water and drank thirstily.
"Christ, but I'm strung-out!" she croaked, handing back the glass.
Almost immediately the drug worked on her, and life flowed back through her veins and in her lungs. She sat up and stretched, breathing deeply at the same time. She felt the lift of her naked tits as she inhaled, and instinctively she cupped her hands about them and felt them carefully. No, they seemed to be unbruised; the nipples started up at the silky brush of her palms across them. Quickly she checked the rest of her body, even pressing her fingertips gingerly around her asshole. Everything was okay.
The drug took full effect, and she jumped to her feet, exhilarated, and did a few calisthenics about the room.
Spying her clothes still crumpled in the corner, she picked them up and dragged them on. Maria, who had left the room, returned with a tray of food and coffee.
"You must be hungry." she smiled.
"Right!" Anna went after the food like a starving animal, washing it down with hot coffee. As her hunger was gradually satisfied, she noticed that the lovely girl opposite her was still wearing the same miniskirt; it must be her only garment, Anna thought. And she still did not have on any panties. In her crosslegged position her thighs were stretched wide apart and the high-rise skirt failed to conceal the part in the black bush at the apex of her dusky thighs.
"Your honeybun is showing," she laughed, eyeing the pink flare of lips showing through the larger, hair-rimmed slit
Maria laughed, too, but did not move. Instead she reached over and fondled Anna's tit briefly. "It's nearly noon," she said. "We ought to go bathe in the lake."
The water was refreshing, its cool lapping about her revived body sending erotic sensations through Anna's loins as she moved closer to Maria. The brown-skinned beauty handed her the bar of soap she had brought with her. Standing waist-deep in the silvery water, she appeared like some classical sculpture of an Indian nymph. But the skin that Anna touched was not classically cool, nor were the sensual curves of her body unyielding.
"What gorgeous boobs," she breathed as she lifted the heavy melons one after the other, laving them with soapy hands. Next she slipped one arm about the slim waist of the other and held her while she worked the bar of soap between her thighs, lathering the water-spread thicket of hair and slipping her fingers between her love-lips at the same time.
The shorter girl lowered her head and nibbled at Anna's tits, sucking the nipples into eager rigidity.
"I want you," Anna murmured dreamily. "I want you."
Rinsing off the soap, the girls waded ashore and stretched out on the serapes in the shade of the willow tree. As if reading each other's mind, they lay sixty-nine, each head between the other wide-flung legs, and each pair of hands clutching the other's buttocks while they began tonguing each other's pussy.
As well as oversized nipples, Maria also had an oversized clit. Vaguely, Anna wondered if all Mexican women had big ones. Then she trapped it between her lips and nibbled and sucked it like a little cock until Maria squirmed and moaned.
"Solid!" Anna gasped as she felt her own clit being wetly tongued with a rare expertise. Her mouth was wet with saliva and juice from Maria's flowing cunt, and her loud moans drowned themselves in the spread valley of her velvety pussy. Both girls were squirming like lovesick snakes, but their hands gripped fleshy ass-cheeks firmly, and their tongues probed and licked relentlessly.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" The shouts from the dark girl were muffled in Anna's cunt bush, and the vibrations sent an extra thrill stabbing through her pussy, triggering her own climax. Like a foraging wild creature, she grunted and growled into the dark wet slot in which her tongue constantly pried and plunged while her hips jerked powerfully against the face buried between her thighs. Surge after surge of electrical delight ripped through her, driving her to bite and suck even more wildly. Her fury in turn transformed Maria into a volcanic savage, and it seemed to Anna that her entire ass was being split wide apart while lips and tongue and fingers drove deep in her cunt passage and asshole as well, and everything was flowing with layers of slippery, exciting liquid.
No more! No more! a voice within her mind cried over and over, and gradually her body slowed its frenzied convulsions and she relaxed her tight grip on the quivering ass-mounds of Maria. The girls slipped apart and lay on their backs, panting like driven creatures while their glazed eyes stared unseeingly at the cool green branches above them.
Drugged, and sexually exhausted from repeated climaxes, they returned to the house, and Anna slept into late afternoon. Then she was snapped out of her profound sleep by urgent voices.
Juan was in the room, dressed in tight black slacks and motorcycle boots. Dark glasses were shoved up on his forehead. He glanced warily at the awakening gringa, then at Maria who was dressed and coming toward him with a large shoulder bag slung over her arm.
"Andale! Let's go, Maria," Juan snapped. To Anna he said, "I'll be back for you later." He went out the door.
"What is it, Maria?" Anna asked, fully awake now and on her feet.
"Cholo's been killed!" the dark-eyed girl hissed. "Some bigger jefes didn't like what he was doing with the drug business." She reached in her bag and pulled out a small bottle of pills. "Here. Take these when you need them." Impulsively she leaned forward and kissed Anna's bare tit, then she rushed out of the room.
For a moment Anna stood in a daze, rambling with the bottle in her hand, then she went to the outside door, just in time to see Juan's motorcycle roaring up the unfinished road to the highway. Neither he nor
Maria looked back. Anna watched them out of sight, then she went back inside the house and slowly pulled on her clothes. Something was bad wrong, she sensed. Cholo killed, but that wasn't all. What else was it?
She went throughout the house for the first time, easily finding the kitchen. Of course there was no gas nor electricity, so the stove and refrigerator didn't work. She looked out the kitchen window and saw a small charcoal brazier and a pan and a coffee pot. So that was where Maria had prepared the food they had eaten. A growling in her stomach reminded her that she had eaten only once that day, and now the purple of evening was darkening the sky.
Maybe Juan would be back for her in an hour or two and maybe he wouldn't. Meanwhile, she had to have something to eat And drink. An unopened bottle of soda water and a bottle of beer were in the otherwise empty refrigerator, and on the dusty sink an opened paper had half a dozen tortillas scattered on it. The travesty of a meal at least stilled the rumblings in her stomach, and she went outside to explore her surroundings, keeping a wary watch for anybody who might stray into the deserted place. She poked around through some of the other half-finished houses, but nothing resembling food was anywhere to be found. She went back to her sleeping place.
One candle remained in its bottle, but she had no matches. The little portable radio was gone, too. Feeling miserable by now, Anna sat down on the blankets and waited for darkness to fill the room.
An hour passed, then another, and she began to shake, slightly at first, then with increasing force. What's happening to me? she wondered. The room was dark now. Panic began to filter through her weary mind and shaking body.
The pills. Take one when you need it, Maria had said. She got up and felt her way to the kitchen. She opened the bottle of soda water and washed down one of the pills, then went back to her blanket bed. In a very few moments the feeling of exhilaration swept through her and she went on a pleasurable high.
"What's in that stuff, Spanish fly?" she asked herself aloud, then laughed at tide sound of her own voice. "That stuff's a phony; it doesn't work." While she talked to herself, she went across the room and felt under the cushion on the couch. No, Maria had taken the vibrator with her, too. All the props. So Cholo was a porno-film producer as well as a drug dealer.
The high continued, and her sense of exaltation, mixed with a surge of desire through her loins. "I starred in an X-rated movie," she laughed, rubbing her hand up the inside of her thigh until it cupped over her jeans-covered mound. "Wonder what I did?" She laughed again, and tried to recall the broken patterns of the filming. All the while her hand rubbed at her pussy.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, and got up. Feeling her way to the far wall she found the candle in its bottle. She took it out and went back to her blankets. Lying back, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her hips until her pussy was exposed.
"Oh, daddy!" she moaned as she stroked the blunt end of the candle up and down her moistening slit With her other hand she reached inside her unbuttoned shirt and fondled and squeezed her tits, and imagined that Maria-or someone-was sucking at the yearning nipples, outthrust like symbols of desire. A moment later she shoved the candle far up her slippery cunt passage and squirmed her hips feverishly while her love-muscles squeezed about the wax taper. In a very little while her hips jerked and quivered under the vibrations of orgasm and she bit into her lower lip to stifle the moans rising in her tense throat.
The candle remained deep inside her, gripped lightly by her relaxing pussy as she panted out the end of her climax, her body collapsed sideways on the blankets. A chill of reality blew through her mind.
"What am I doing?" she moaned, pulling the slippery-wet candle out of her cunt. "Am I going crazy? What's wrong with me?" But the tranquilizing effects of her climax took over again, and soon she was breathing steadily in sleep, her jeans still halfway down her thighs and one hand cupped over her furry mound.