Chapter 13
Everyone slept in the next morning and met for brunch around noon at the cafe.
Over the meal, Dominique told her friends about the entertainment that went on continuously inside. It began at noon and ran until two in the morning.
Jason and Carla were both excited about seeing the show, and after brunch, Dominique took them inside.
The interior was very dark and it took them a while to adjust their vision after being in the bright, noonday sun. When he could begin to see, Jason noticed that the decor of the club was that of an African jungle. In the center of the room was a softly-lit platform where the sex performers did their acts. Right now, a very beautiful black girl was making love to herself on a tiger-skin rug. The soft light and the girl's oiled and muscular young body made what she was doing look exceptionally exciting.
The three adventurers stood at the door and waited for the hostess to lead them to a table. The pretty girl came over to them, smiled at Dominique and said, "Ms. St. Armanda ... I heard you were visiting. Please come this way."
They followed the beautiful hostess to a table in the back. They still had a fantastic view from this spot, but they were seated in a very dark, private spot where they could do just about anything they wanted without being seen.
Jason sat down and watched the ebony girl's body shudder on the little stage, and she groaned out loud as she climaxed. At the very peak of her passion, she arched her butt off the rug and shook, and the lights went out and plunged the entire club into darkness. In a few moments the lights came on again and the black woman was gone. In her place was a handsome, naked young couple who immediately dropped down onto the rug together and began to make passionate love.
The waitress came over to the table and Dominique ordered a pitcher of dark beer.
Carla was watching the action on the stage with an intense gaze. The man and woman were doing it in the missionary position, and Carla watched the man's well-muscled rump rising and falling as he enjoyed the girl under him.
The beer arrived and Jason poured three frosted mugs full. Carla didn't even notice. She was staring at the sexy pair on stage as they began moving faster and faster, and then the man pulled his massive cock out of the girl's love hole. She reached up and stroked it with her tiny hand and his juices sprayed out, glistening in the light for all the audience to see. The man's climax was also the climax of their act, and the lights again went out.
When they came on again, a man stood alone on the stage. He was very muscular, naked and extremely aroused. His huge dong stood up in front of him like a fleshy pole. The tiger-skin was gone, and he stood barefooted on the stage. The platform began to revolve, which was his cue to reach down and stroke his cock. His entire body rippled with muscular passion when he began to please himself.
While he pulled his meat with one hand, he reached behind himself with his free arm and inserted his fingers into his anus. He pumped his hand deeply between his ass cheeks while he continued to stroke his mighty manhood with the other.
Carla watched the revolving man giving himself his masturbatory pleasure. She sighed deeply as she watched his great body shuddering and rippling with his arousal. She watched his one hand gliding slowly up and down on his pole, and then he was turning. She saw his other hand plunging in and out between the muscled cheeks of his ass.
Jason noticed that the room was filled with spectators. There were only two tables that were vacant, and even while he watched, the hostess brought a foursome to one of those.
The club and its erotic show were obviously very popular among the visiting swingers. They liked to come in and watch all the sex action on the stage and get horny, then go out to have hot sex of their own. The show was obviously a very good stimulant.
The man on the stage was now quickly urging himself toward his moment of release. His hands were moving faster, one stroking with lightning speed up and down on his swelling staff, the other plunging furiously into his rectum. His body went tense, arched and stiffened. Carla saw his cock begin to swell mightily, readying for the climax. He stroked faster, faster, swelled and spit a stream of cum out of the head of his jerking dick. Carla saw a look of pure relief and pleasure wash over the man's handsome face. He probably prepared himself all morning for this moment, Carla thought to herself.
As the fourth copious spurt of jism shot out of the guy's dick, the lights went out, and Jason decided that he had had enough of the sex show and wanted to go back outside to get some of the afternoon sun. When the lights came on again to reveal two nude women who were about to make love to each other, Jason excused himself and left the club.
Carla, still staring intently at the stage, hardly even noticed her husband go. She took a sip of her cold beer, and watched the girls begin their sex-play.
Dominique saw her friend staring at the stage, and she gave a little chuckle. She was happy that Carla liked the show so much.
Dominique watched for a few more minutes while the two girls on stage formed the classic soixante-neuf position and began to eat one another. The platform started revolving again, to show the patrons the lovemaking girls from all angles. She then explained to Carla that she had seen the show many times before, and also excused herself.
Dominique went to her room. She stripped from her blouse and slacks and stepped naked into the shower. She quickly soaped her entire body, then inserted one soapy hand into the crack of her womanhood and the other up her ass. Then, she mimicked the man on the stage and echoed his orgasm in the shower as her two hands worked like machines within her body.
Outside, Jason was lying in the sun, wearing his little swimming briefs, thinking about sex and growing hard, when a very pretty girl walked over to him.
"Hi," she said, standing next to him.
Jason opened his eyes and squinted against the sun. He looked up the two shapely legs, over a flat, smooth belly, over two firm, round mounds of titflesh encased in a very tiny bikini, and he grinned. "Hello," he replied.
"I'm Janet. What's your name?"
"Jason. It's nice to meet you, Janet."
"That's my husband over there," she said. She pointed, and Jason looked to see a man rubbing his long, hard cock between a blonde girl's bare boobs.
Jason watched the event for a moment, and then saw the girl turn around and lift her rump and the man began rubbing in the pink crack of her ass.
"I saw you lying here," said Janet, "getting hard, and I decided not to let my horny husband have all the fun this afternoon." Janet quickly took off her bikini. "You're gorgeous." She crouched down next to Jason.
He stared up into her green eyes, sparkling with her joy, and her brown hair floated in the gentle breeze. She was a very lovely girl, and Jason wanted her.
He gave her a long, appraising look. He noticed that she was intently watching her husband and the luscious blonde a few yards away.
Jason turned and looked at the other couple. The man was moving very quickly now, rubbing his dong in long, jerky motions between the swelling buns of the blonde's perky backside.
"Oh!" sighed Janet. "He's about to go off! Let's watch!"
Jason watched as the man's entire body began to shudder and, sure enough, his dick came alive and spat a stream of cum onto the girl's sun-bronzed rump and back.
The blonde stood up before Janet's husband was even through coming, and she promptly bounced over and jumped into the pool to wash off. Janet's husband sighed, smiled and laid back listlessly on his beach towel.
Jason was responding. His own porker was now hard and throbbing inside his briefs. Janet noted this and reached down and pulled Jason's cock and balls out of the suit and gave the shaft a few strokes. It drooled in her palm, jerked to full hardness, and Jason couldn't suppress his deep groan of desire.
"Oh, baby ... " said Janet. She emitted a soft moan. "Now it's our turn!"
Janet pulled Jason's suit down and off with one smooth move. She quickly crouched over him and reached down to feel his manhood. She guided it between her straining buns and inserted Jason's cock between her quivering mounds and into her asshole. She lowered herself easily and swallowed Jason's prick all the way up her snug anus.
Jason went wild. He bucked and humped up at her as his big organ slid into her shit chute. Then he stroked his dork there, shoving and pulling it in and out of the impossibly tight and hot rectum he was pounding into.
Janet promptly had an orgasm. She leaned forward and rubbed her naked sex on Jason's hard belly and stimulated her quivering clit by doing so.
Jason felt his own big moment rising too quickly. He tried to slow down his movements, but Janet's sweet rear end kept on churning, hurrying him toward his moment of release in her shitter. Jason gave himself over to his passions and began to move faster, going for the big blow!
Janet felt Jason begin to fuck her asshole with a new determination. She gasped and yelled, "WAIT!" and she reached around and pulled Jason's pud forcefully out of her rear passageway. She adjusted herself, aimed again, and came back down.
But this time, the pretty brunette took Jason's length into her twat. "There!" she called. "Put it in there!"
Jason pushed up and felt his staff engulfed into the deep, wet warmth of her pussy. It felt so good! Her sweet depths swallowed him, stroked him with their satin muscles, took him as far as he was able to go up into the delicious haven of her cunt.
Jason closed his eyes and began to stroke. His cock pistoned up, in and out of the soft, liquid vise he was porking. Janet met his strokes, rising and falling to match his tempo, giving him an absolutely fabulous fuck.
"Yes," sighed Jason as he felt his sperm-loaded release begin to rise. "Yes ... this is it! This is life! This is living to the fullest. Oh, yes! Yes! NOW!"
Jason grabbed Janet's straining thighs and held on tightly as he felt the first sweet blast of his orgasm. His body stiffened, his buttocks rose and his back arched as he shot one wet blast of his seed after another into her churning belly.
Janet was with him, eyes shut and mouth opened so she could gasp through her climax, lost in her own passion.
Jason's body twitched. He moved to stroke out all his spunk into the girl he was mating with. And he loved it! He loved fucking!
And he knew that he would never again be the same docile man he had been before this incredible vacation.
He didn't want to be.
Inside the darkened club, Carla was viewing a girl on the stage jacking-off a prone man's excited penis. The man gasped aloud as the lady brought him to a gushing release. His sperm boiled out and drooled down the length of his staff and splashed onto his flat belly.
The girl adeptly brought out all the cum-juice from the man's organ and then released him. Carla watched the fellow rise shakily and walk, grinning with satisfaction, off the stage. The lights were no longer going out after the acts, and the performers walked through the crowd to let the spectators get a close look at their perfect bodies. Some of the women reached out as the spent man trod past, sneaking feels of his half-erect penis and hard buns.
The girl remained on stage. She began to fuck herself with a candle. She crouched, spread her pussy lips with one hand, and inserted the candle with the other.
Carla watched the candle appear and disappear into the young girl's delectable body. Jason's wife was getting very, very horny. She loved the heated passions that were building inside her bod. She smiled and gave a tiny shiver and her knees went together. She wanted to wait as long as possible before releasing some of her passion. She wanted it to build, burn, grow to a lust she had not known in a long time.
Carla Hamilton was also changing, reverting to her old self. She was becoming the passionate girl she once was, when she was young and free, and she loved it. It made her feel delicious.
On the stage, the girl had lit the candle and was stroking the unlit end in and out of her pussy with a fluid speed. The lights dimmed and the candle illuminated the girl's pubis, making it glow and stand out in the darkness. It was a very erotic sight-the hard candle going in and out of the wet cunt, the candle flaring, the rest of the girl hidden in the dark.
Carla couldn't help herself. She reached under her skirt and removed her sopping panties. It wouldn't hurt to take those off, and the cool air on her wet crotch made her feel even deliciously more ready.
On the platform, the candle suddenly burst and began to sprakle like a Roman candle firing off. The pussy it was moving in also jerked, fluttered and quivered in obvious climactic spasms. The actress moaned in the dark as she felt the myriad joys of her come.
Carla watched, gave another little shudder, and waited.
Outdoors, Jason was calling out his passion as his cock discharged a new load into Janet's mouth. She was on the verge of climax herself as he lifted his face and strained to tongue her snatch to its orgasmic goal.
Jason's oral canal and lips did their magic, and Janet shuddered through her come. Jason ate her through her climax.
Dominique came outside just in time to view Jason's gushing finale between Janet's lips. Their orgasms finished, the girl stood off the grinning Jason. He gave her delectable derriere an affectionate pat, and Janet ran over to join her husband once again.
Dominique smiled down at Jason. "My, my ... does your wife know what you're doing?"
"Probably," said Jason, grinning. "The question is ... what is my wife doing?"
At that instant, Carla was in her room, lying on her bed, naked, masturbating herself into a delightful frenzy. She was finally giving herself the pleasure she had wanted, had been building up while watching and drooling over all the erotic action in the sex show.
Her mind was on that show, going over all the incredible things she had seen, and the images came to her like an exotic collage of sexuality, stimulating her, making her masturbation intense and delicious.
It took only seconds for Carla to reach her first orgasm. She cried out and her beautiful butt rose from the bed as she strained her lovely body to its fulfullment.
Carla orgasmed over and over, blowing her ovaries time and again on her flashing hands. She cried with her passion, releasing herself with shuddering spasms of bliss, her body shaking violently with the sheer force of her lust.
But she didn't let it all go. She stopped and held back, saving some of her passion for later.
She stood up from the crumpled bed, shaky and flushed from her sex, put on her bathing suit and went out to join Jason and Dominique.
Jason went into the cafe to purchase a pitcher of iced tea. One of the waitresses came over to him. "Would you tell Ms. St. Armanda that she has a telegram?"
"Do you know Dominique St. Armanda?" inquired Jason.
"Know her! Well, of course!" said the waitress. "She's our boss!"
"Your boss! What do you mean?"
"Dominique St. Armanda owns this resort, sir."
Jason took the pitcher of tea out and told Dominique that she had a message. When the blonde left them, he said to Carla, "Did you know that Dominique owns this place!?"
"Sure," said Carla, pouring a glass of iced tea.
"She must be incredibly wealthy," said Jason.
"She just didn't want to put you off, darling ... or scare you."
When Dominique came back, Jason asked her about her ownership of the Temple and her wealth.
Dominique confessed. Indeed she did own the resort. She had designed it, created it and now she enjoyed it regularly. It was the ultimate place for her and her friends to go and abandon themselves to pleasure.
She was the leader of a cult of pleasure-worshippers, a large group of handsome, virile hedonists who were totally uninhibited with their passions.
"You're the ... the ... president of this ... cult?" asked Jason.
"Queen of the Temple of Love," retorted Carla.
"I believe the term is Goddess," corrected Dominique.
"I've never known a Goddess before," said Carla with a little laugh.
"Do you have any other surprises for us?" queried Jason.
"I also own The Ranch."
"Jesus Christ!" said Jason. "What else?"
"I own Aquatonia, the restaurant we visited with the underwater sex show. I created and choreographed that, also."
"Shit."
"Welcome to my world, Jason," said Dominique. "I have spent the last ten years of my life creating and building this realm. All my fantasies have been fulfilled. All my most sensual dreams have been turned into reality. Every pleasure I have desired has been granted to me ... except one. I have one more goal."
"What could that be?" asked Jason. "It seems as though you have everything."
"Not quite," said Dominique. "You will find out about my desire when the time is right."
"What are you talking about?"
"You will know soon enough, and...." Dominique smiled very slyly. "I have saved the best for last!"
The rest of the afternoon went by quietly. Jason continued to wonder what mysteries Dominique had in store yet, but whenever he questioned her, she just smiled and expertly evaded Jason's inquiries.
They had dinner in the indoor restaurant, a place where they could relax and escape the heated atmosphere of sex for a short while. The swingers could eat, talk and catch their breath between couplings in here. If the sudden, uncontrollable urge to have sex came upon you while you were in the restaurant, you had to rush outside to take your pleasure. All sex was forbidden in the bistro.
The relaxing dinner was a welcome break and the air conditioning felt great. "This is my oasis of normality in my realm of fantasy," said Dominique.
Jason was now fascinated with Dominique. They had a large supper and talked, and he continued to ask her questions about her life and desires that were extremely personal.
Dominique answered him coyly. Jason knew that all his queries weren't being fully answered. Mystery was just exuding from the exotic blonde, and Jason Hamilton was enthralled by her secretive charms.
After dinner, they enjoyed strong, black coffee, and Jason smoked one of his occasional-maybe three or four a year-cigars.
"How long has this place existed?" asked Jason, blowing a thin stream of blue smoke.
"Oh, hundreds of years," said Dominique. "I just bought and rebuilt the place and turned it into a love resort."
"Was it always a temple?"
"Yes. Years ago, virgins were sacrificed here to gods of the land. The bottom of the lagoon is covered with their bones."
"Christ!"
"He had nothing to do with it," said Dominique. "The gods were Old Ones, hideous entities who demanded lives and sacrifices."
"How come you turned it into a Palace of Love ... or whatever?"
"It was the perfect location."
"And Dimitria is your god ... that statue out there...."
"It is our Goddess" said Carla.
"Dimitria was the Goddess of Lust throughout many ages," explained Dominique. "Her worshippers can be traced back to ancient Damascus, where naked men were sacrificed to her in a bottomless pit of fire. These men were born for the sole purpose of making love to her and then giving their lives immediately afterward by jumping into the flames."
"Jesus," said Jason. "That was a hell of a climax."
"The ultimate climax," said Dominique.
"You ... don't still do that, do you?"
"Of course not," said Dominique with a sly smile. "But the mating ceremony still takes place. The male still experiences all the pleasures of mating with the Goddess, but he doesn't have to die afterward. He gives himself entirely through his orgasm and the releasing of his sperm into the Goddess's womb. It is her life's nectar, and she literally thrives on the male's semen."
"Lucky him," said Jason. "At least he doesn't have to die burning to death."
"No," said Dominique, almost to herself. "He won't have to die."
After coffee, they all went back to their rooms and put on their bathing suits again. They went out to the pool and romped and swam in the light of the burning torches.
All through the grounds, the people were starting to indulge in their nighttime sex and pleasure again. Orgies broke out, bodies began to couple in heated passion and the cries of lust and wantonness rang out in the night air. The torches became more intense as the night became deeper, and a total air of erotica covered the Temple like a blanket.
Carla removed her bathing suit and swam in the buff. After a long dip in the water, she climbed from the pool and sat in a lounge chair next to Dominique.
"How late does the sex show go?" asked Carla.
"Until around two in the morning."
"Can I go inside and watch it like this?"
"Well ... it's not customary, darling ... but go ahead. If anyone gives you any trouble, just tell them you have my permission."
"Thanks," said Carla and she promptly stood up and walked toward the sex club.
Dominique watched Carla's delectable ass sway nicely as she headed for the building. Her lovely buttocks were rolling with the obvious excitement she was feeling. Dominique smiled. The show had its effects on everybody....
Jason came out of the pool and took a towel. He began drying himself off and he walked over to Dominique. He saw the naked Carla walking away and asked, "Where's she going?"
"In to watch the show," explained Dominique.
"Like thatV smiled Jason. "God! She'll be a show herself!"
Carla sat at a table in a dark corner in the rear. No one seemed to pay any attention to the fact that she was bare-ass naked. The waitresses asked no questions, as they all knew that she was Dominique's friend and that they had better leave well enough alone.
All the spectators were busy watching the girl on stage screw herself with a long, thick vibrator. Carla stared at the sight and soon became enthralled with the performance.
Carla moaned, and her hands went to her nude crotch. She extended her legs and stretched out in her chair, her ass sliding on the cushioned seat. She began giving herself pleasure while she watched the show.
A continuous flow of performers engaging in their erotic acts paraded before her. They fucked, sucked, jerked, blew, spanked, performed sodomy, came, shook, called out with absolute passion, screwed some more, came some more, and were replaced by new actors and actresses who started all over again.
Carla watched all the action, never missing a stroke or glide or jerk of the lusty exhibition. She masturbated herself throughout, continuously working her fingers in her snatch, coming over and over, matching the action on the stage, spasm for spasm.
Carla sighed when every new, beautiful actor, couple, threesome, foursome or more came onto the stage. They were all gorgeous, all in fabulous condition and all very sexual.
Carla's brain reeled with her pleasures, but in between the fireworks she couldn't help but ask the obvious question....
Where did Dominique find all these actors?
Jason pulled his spent penis out of the blonde girl's sweet rectum. He looked down and noticed that it was still spurting little drops of cum.
The young girl smiled at Jason and thanked him. Then she turned and was gone into the night, and Jason realized that he hadn't even asked her name.
Jason, happy and spent from his evening of sexplay, walked over and sat in a lounger next to Dominique. They talked for a long time and then Jason yawned and realized that he was getting very sleepy. He stood up and excused himself to go up to his room and to bed.
Dominique sat alone on the pleasure grounds again. It was very late and only a few lovers were left, sighing their passions in the growing shadows.
Dominique sat and watched as the last young couple shuddered in each other's arms and climaxed. They then stood and picked up their swimsuits, walking toward their rooms. They parted when they reached the Temple door and Dominique smiled as she realized that they weren't staying together.
Finally alone, Dominique stood and stretched her feline body. She walked slowly around the hotel and up the stone stairs to her perch on the cliff. She looked up toward the night sky, and her hands immediately shot down to her hungry mound of sex.
Carla Hamilton gave off one last, little shudder as the final act ended with shared orgasms between her and the people on stage. Then, the show was over for the night.
Carla sat and watched the performers walk lazily from the center platform where they had just completed their sex acts. Two virile men had used a lovely woman, one in front and the other up the ass, until they all clung together and had their mutual orgasms.
Carla watched their fabulous bodies, covered with sweat and sperm, as they left the room. The cleaning crew was now at work, wiping down the tables and putting up the chairs. Carla saw one of the waitresses pick up a pair of panties, and Carla smiled as she realized that she hadn't been the only one finger-fucking herself during the show.
Carla looked around and noticed that she was the last customer in the place. She sighed and stood up. Better leave and let these people get on with their work, she told herself.
Carla's legs shook weakly as she walked out. A few members of the crew looked at her unabashed nakedness, but they had all seen so many good, healthy bodies that Carla's didn't make much of an impression.
How many orgasms had she had? Carla couldn't even begin to guess. One after another, time and again, she had let herself go, releasing her passions in time and tempo with those being spent on the stage. She lost count after the fourth come, and she didn't care. She only wanted to go off again, and again, giving her hot body a relief that it hadn't felt in years.
Carla's gams shook visibly as she left the club. She was filled with a total warmth, a feeling of being completely fulfilled, absolutely spent. She needed a breath of fresh air before she made her way to her room and fell into blessed sleep.
She walked-still nude and glowing-outside, the cool, night air feeling great on her sweaty body. It immediately rejuvenated her.
Carla turned and looked at the clear sky. There were a million stars shining over the Mexican night. It looked lovely and the wonderful girl sighed with a feeling of joy.
Then she noticed a figure standing against the night sky, lifting its arms to the statue of Dimitria, Goddess of Lust. Carla recognized it to be Dominique.
The lush blonde was standing on the cliffs over the lagoon. She was above the entire grounds, even above the trees of the jungle below her. Carla watched in awe as her friend reached for her crotch and speedily masturbated herself to a shuddering climax. Then Dominique turned and shouted one word:
"JASON!"
And she leaped high into the air and stretched into a perfect dive toward the dark waters in the lagoon below.
Carla gave a small shudder.
The Goddess had had her moment!