Chapter 13
Dean and Dolly were driving back to San Miguel after a weekend of enjoying the night club life of Mexico City. They had left Manuel and the limousine at home, since Dolly often preferred to drive about the countryside in her little sports car, a flashy red Triumph roadster. This sunny afternoon, Dean was at the wheel as they rolled swiftly past the small fields where Mexicans with sarapes draped across their shoulders were tending their crops and flocks. Dolly had been riding along in silence, her eyes half-closed as she allowed the wind to blow her long, black hair behind her. Then she turned in her seat to face Dean.
"Dean, would you promise not to be angry or hurt if I told you something?"
Dean raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Depends what it is," he replied. "Why don't you try me and see?"
She smiled, as if secretly confident that he would be amenable. "Okay," she said. "I've been thinking that I'd like to add a little exciting variety to my sex life. Don't get the wrong idea-you're the best lover I've ever had-it's just that what I'd like to try is something you simply could not offer."
"And exactly what is it you'd like to try?"
"To put it bluntly, Dean, I would like to make love to another girl-preferably one much younger than myself." She paused for his reaction, and was pleased when he broke out in a hearty laugh.
"Listen, Dolly, the day I start worrying seriously about losing you to a young girl, I'll just lie down on the railroad tracks and die. It's a great idea, and I even think I know a way to help you get what you're looking for. Want to hear about it?"
"Sure!"
He told her his plan as they drove along, and soon they were pulling into the driveway of
Dolly's house. After eating an early supper, they took a bath together. Dean sat behind her, soaping her back.
"Umm," she sighed, "that feels good. Do my front, too." He complied immediately, sliding his soapy hands around until they found her breasts. As he began to massage the slippery, quivering globes, she leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes. His cock responded instantly to the sensual contact, straightening in little jumps until it throbbed blindly against the small of her back. He nuzzled in her hair until he found the delicate, white shell of her ear. His tongue shot into it, and she shivered with delight. Now his hands had stopped massaging her breasts, and he was pulling rhythmically at her nipples, until they stood out, wet and throbbing. Goose bumps rose on her flesh as the warm water from Dean's hands evaporated, and she squirmed backward against him. Continuing to caress her breast with one hand, he lowered the other until it found the sopping mass of her pubic hair, just below the waterline. After quickly lubricating his finger with more soap, he pushed back the fold of skin which covered her clitoris and began to rub the sensitive nub with slow, tantalizing motions. This additional stimulation was more than she could bear. "Oh, Dean," she moaned, "Fuck me now! I want to feel your cock inside me!"
Dean teasingly continued to rub her tingling clitoris for a moment more. Then he lifted her up in his strong arms and set her down on his up-reared cock. She let out a delicious sigh as the long, thick member slid up the entire length of her cunt and bumped its broad head against the mouth of her womb. She braced her feet against the floor of the tub and began to move up and down upon him, making the water splash gently over both of them. Dean rubbed the bar of soap between his hands once more, and resumed stroking her quivering belly and her firm breasts until she was wiggling ecstatically on the spear of his manhood. Soon she was bouncing up and down so rapidly that the slap of her thighs against the water sent waves of it splashing out onto the bathroom floor.
Then, with a grateful, abandoned groan, she came. Dean shoved upward with his hips and joined her in the throes of a perfectly mutual orgasm. When they sank back down together into the tub after their mating, their mingled juices drooled from her gaping hole and floated off into the bathwater. After they had relaxed for a few moments, they stepped out onto the luxurious carpet of the young widow's bathroom and dried each other's bodies with huge, fluffy towels. A few moments later, they parted with a fond kiss and went off to their separate rooms. Dean chose some clean clothes from the closet and dressed himself, humming to himself and planning what he would do when he got to town later in the evening.
He had little trouble finding Juan. The peg-legged wheeler-dealer was hanging out at the plaza, conversing with some equally bizarre-looking confederates. Dean managed to attract his attention, and together they walked off to talk in the shadow of the old bandstand. The cripple smacked his crutch impatiently against the wooden frame of the stage as they talked, and Dean realized, to his amusement, that this small-town pimp took himself as seriously as if he were a corporation executive in Mexico City. The man's grooming, however, was far from impeccable. Dean was sure that he wore the same sweat-encrusted white shirt that he had worn upon their first meeting.
"Well, my friend," said Juan, "so you like the show and you want to go back, si? You want me to make permanent arrangements for you with Senor Valdez?" He ran his free hand through his black, greased-back hair, teetering a little as the tip of his wooden crutch, worn smooth with years of use, slipped slightly on the pavement.
"No," replied Dean, "it was a very good show, but I don't want to see it again. I came about the girl."
"Which girl?" asked Juan. "I have many girls." He did not seem to remember their earlier conversation.
"The one who is fourteen years old," Dean reminded him. "You said I could have her for forty pesos."
The Mexican's face broadened into a grin of flashing, white teeth. "You mean Gloriana, the little one. She is a good choice, my friend. Often I have thought of taking her for myself, but she will not have me. It is the leg, I am sure," he mused, glancing regretfully down at the wooden stump. "The older women, they understand, but the young ones. . . . " He paused a moment in contemplation, and Dean found it strange and touching that the tough little man should be so sensitive about his missing leg. Then Juan's face brightened again, as quickly as it had darkened, and he was back in business.
"Give me forty pesos and you can have Gloriana for one hour," he said.
"What if I want to keep her all night?" asked Dean.
"Eighty pesos," answered the Mexican, without hesitation. "And you bring her back here, to the plaza, in the morning," he added.
Dean agreed to the price and paid Juan with the money Dolly had given him for the purpose. The colorful procurer left him sitting on a bench in the square and hobbled off down a dark side street. Dean lit a cigarette and leaned back. Before he could finish his smoke, he felt a small hand touch his shoulder timidly. He looked around to see a beautiful little dark-skinned girl standing beside him.
"I am called Gloriana," she told him, matter-of-factly. "Juan says I am to go with you." Dean flipped away his cigarette and stood up, towering over her. She was barefoot, and wore a simple peasant blouse and skirt, unlike the older whores, who preferred cheap, gaudy clothes and high heels. Her black eyes were wide with the innocence and directness of youth, but she showed no fear of the tall, blonde American who had bought her services. She took the arm he offered, and they walked together to the waiting car.
It took Gloriana several minutes to get over her amazement at the plush decor and generous proportions of Dolly's house. It was obvious that she had spent little or no time beyond the narrow confines of her own impoverished neighborhood in San Miguel. She sat on the edge of the living room couch, gazing with fascination around the opulent room with its fine furnishings. Since Manuel, the servant, was absent due to an illness in his family, Dolly herself brought the child a cool glass of lemonade for refreshment. Then, in fluent Spanish, she explained the nature of what was desired of her. When Gloriana understood that she was to give her body to the woman, as well as to the man, she tensed and drew away, unsure as to what she should do. But the loveliness of the young widow, as well as a few extra pesos pressed into her hand, served to set her mind at ease, and soon the three of them retired to the bedroom.
Dolly directed the girl to lie down on the big bed. Then she turned to Dean. "Undress her for me, Dean," she said, her voice already quivering with excitement. "I want to see you take her clothes off!" Dean stepped forward, bending over the prostrate beauty. Taking the hem of her white blouse between his fingers, he pulled the loose-fitting garment up several inches above her waist, revealing a smooth, slender torso the color of fine walnut. Then, with one hand on her back, he raised her to a sitting position and lifted the garment fully off, sliding it up slowly along her upraised arms. Her adolescent breasts were firm and pear-shaped. Dean heard Dolly utter an almost inaudible sigh as the perfect orbs were revealed, and Gloriana's long, black hair tumbled back down in lovely disarray. Dean tossed the blouse aside, then lowered the girl back to the bed. Excited by the half-revealed body before him, he took hold of the hem of her skirt and, with an impatient gesture, yanked it clear down her slim, brown legs. The girl was not wearing underpants. She lay there, naked in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, breathing quickly with anticipation. The cool evening breeze wafted through the open window, rustling the tiny hairs on her flesh.
Dolly was quite evidently pleased at what she saw. "Now leave her to me for a few minutes, Dean," she said. Dean stepped back from the bed, leaving Gloriana lying there alone before the two of them, one knee drawn up shyly so that her thigh nearly covered the lush, black muff of her pubis. Quickly, Dolly slipped out of her dress and climbed onto the bed. Clasping Gloriana's knees, she pulled her legs apart. The younger girl did not resist. Though she was scarcely versed in this kind of sexual activity, she was not unwilling to help the beautiful American woman satisfy her strange appetites. Now her cunt was fully exposed. Dolly gazed longingly at the youngster's pink spice box, then lowered her head between the brown thighs until her face was only inches from it. Here she stopped for a moment, inhaling the warm, musky odor of the girl's sex. Then she pressed her mouth to the soft lips, running her tongue along their inner softness. Gloriana squirmed beneath the oral caresses, and soon the gleam of natural lubrication appeared where Dolly's tongue had touched.
For Dean, it was an exciting sight, the juxtaposition of Dolly's mature, full-breasted body against the slender, almost childlike body of the youthful prostitute. He felt his cock growing and throbbing in his pants, and shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other, hoping that he would soon be presented with a chance to join in.
Suddenly, Dolly pivoted around so that her own cunt was poised directly above Gloriana's mouth. The girl understood immediately what was expected of her, and shot her tongue into the dripping hole above her. The novelty of this situation greatly stimulated Dolly's ardor, and she lapped furiously between the girl's legs. Her breast's dangled tantalizingly over her partner's midsection, and Gloriana, warming sufficiently to the task at hand to go beyond the call of duty, reached up and fondled them. Under this double stimulation, Dolly suddenly came, jerking her spending cunt feverishly against the younger girl's lips and spraying her with such a profusion of fluid that it ran in rivulets down her chin and neck. In the throes of her orgasm, she continued to lap vigorously, bringing Gloriana quickly to her own climax. When both their bodies had ceased their delighted convulsions, Dolly lowered herself gently to the bed and turned around. The two delicious females made Dean flush with desire as he watched them embracing and fondling each other. Dolly was massaging Gloriana's breasts with a circular motion, and the smooth brown flesh quivered deliciously beneath her touch. Gloriana herself was far from passive. With one hand, she was caressing the sensitive white skin of Dolly's neck and throat, while with the other she stroked the older woman's sopping cunt.
Dean could restrain himself no longer. He tore off his clothing, throwing it in a heap on the floor, and climbed onto the bed beside the mass of quivering female flesh. Yielding to his impulses, he threw himself between them. First he embraced Gloriana and kissed her, tasting his mistress's juices on her lips. The young whore lowered a practiced hand to his rock-hard organ and squeezed it convulsively. He felt her smile against his face; she was on home territory now, exercising her precocious skills in the art of gratifying a man. Dolly, meanwhile, was lapping at the sensitive portions of Dean's back with her hot tongue as she reached down to stroke his thighs and buttocks.
Then, in a quick movement, Dean slid down the bed on his stomach so that he was looking up at the twin display of cunts and breasts. Starting at the knee, he licked wetly up Gloriana's thigh straight into her pussy. He nuzzled in the curly hair above it for a moment, then brought his tongue back into play along the pink labia of the youngster's sex. Reaching high above him, he massaged Gloriana's breasts with his left hand, and Dolly's with his right. When he had Gloriana shivering ecstatically, he lifted his head and came down on Dolly's cunt, lapping at it with the expertise she knew so well. After doing this for several minutes, until both girls were twitching in their anxiousness to be penetrated by his big tool, he slid up and over Dolly, entering her with one long thrust. As he fucked her with slow, even strokes, he felt Gloriana push his tensed buttocks apart and dart her hot tongue into the puckered hole of his anus. Suddenly, he withdrew from Dolly's palpitating cunt and rose to his knees, tumbling Gloriana backward off him. She fell onto the bed, giggling with delight at the manic ardor of this crazy American. Within seconds, he had arranged the three of them in a new and imaginative position.
Dolly was on her back, as she had been before. Above her knelt Gloriana, her head toward Dolly's feet. Her luscious brown ass and dripping pussy were poised directly above Dolly's face. Behind her knelt Dean, who lost no time burying his glistening cock to the hilt in her. In this strange configuration, the three of them rocked back and forth. As Gloriana sucked vigorously on Dolly's clitoris, Dean held her by the hips and fucked her from the behind. Every few strokes, he would withdraw his dripping rod and offer it to Dolly, who would lick the length of it lovingly. When he reinserted it in Gloriana's cunt, Dolly simply shifted her attention to his balls, sucking gently on them in their sensitive, hairy sac.
Gloriana came first, squealing in delight as her little cunt contracted spasmodically around the wonderful tool that gorged it almost beyond its capacity. Dean held himself back, and, as soon as Gloriana collapsed in exhaustion beside them, he swiveled around and plunged himself into Dolly. His mistress wrapped her legs around his waist and fucked him in a frenzy, coming to two shuddering climaxes before she slid off him in a satisfied heap. Dean felt his long-controlled passion coming to a head, and he managed just in time to get the head of his cock into Gloriana's willing mouth, straddling her above the breasts. She clamped her pliant young lips tightly around his throbbing tool just as he came, and she swallowed every drop of his copious emission with a sensual greediness that was beyond her years. She hung on tightly, sucking and tonguing him until he was drained. Then he collapsed on the bed between the two girls. It was several long, languorous minutes before they could bring themselves to get up from where they had fallen and get beneath the covers. Dean turned off the bedside lamp, and they snuggled up all together, wordlessly, to fall soundly asleep.