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Julio y Renata

By Romany

(M/b, M/g)



I sat on the old bus as we bumped along the dusty road in Western
Mexico, near the Baja Peninsula. I was traveling to a small
timeshare villa that my friends Warren and Patrick had arranged
for me following the break up of my three year relationship with
Carmel. Carmel had bee pressuring me about marriage for about
eighteen months. Initially I had used reasons of career dynamics
and the desire to travel before settling down, to stall the
discussion. But it eventually came to a head when Carmel
announced she 'needed a break from us' to sort out her
priorities. What she was really doing was giving me an ultimatum
to hopefully force me to capitulate and marry her, or she was
gone for good. She moved out and for the first month or two, we
met regularly for lunch and even dated once or twice to attend
parties and functions of our friends; as a couple. But then the
lunch dates tapered off as she became not as available as before.
Eventually she told me she had met someone else and wanted to
date him to see if she really wanted to come back to me or
whether she should move on permanently. Her news flattened me.
Not so much as I panicked and begged her for redemption, rather I
tried to negotiate an ongoing dialogue and contact with the view
to me really seeing it her way or being able to agree
categorically we weren't meant to be. She became exasperated with
my continual attempt to keep her just so close, as to sure up my
own insecurity at the thought of finding myself without her. Our
last meeting did not go well and she eventually insisted I �get
my shit together once and for all�� and slammed the door as I
stood stammering reason at her. I was floored when I found out
she was seeing him regularly. I needed to take time out from my
disintegrating love life to really see what the hell I wanted.
Perhaps it was already too late for Carmel but I needed to figure
out why I could not seem to commit as she wanted.

The bus arrived at about four o'clock in Puerto Xaiara, a sleepy
seaside village . I went to the local taxi agent who was the
contact for the villa and introduced myself. The guy's name was
Jorge and he was an overweight effusive man with beady eyes that
were forever darting around as he spoke. I mentally noted not to
trust him. I had been warned that he would attempt to argue
additional charges and levies for the property so to short
circuit his efforts at cheating me, I produced the short term
lease agreement Patrick had provided me and I saw his face drop
as he realized he had no leverage over me to screw me for
additional money. Jorge drove the short distance to the villa and
I was impressed. It was a single bedroom place with a mock thatch
roof, shutters where glass should be in the windows, and a series
of exotic rugs on the wooden floors that gave the whole scene a
quaint rustic feel. Yet it was well built, clean, and quite
modern furnishings with a dishwasher as the crowning glory to the
kitchen. Obviously good plumbing and this proved to be the case,
as I had a nice long hot shower to soothe my travel weary body. I
had six days of peace and quiet to reflect on the disturbing
images of someone else sweating over Carmel's delicious body. I
toweled off and put on a pair of cargo shorts and went outside
for a stroll on the beach. There was still plenty of daylight
left and I had resolved not to wear a wrist watch anyway; placing
it on the nightstand beside the double bed in the bedroom. I
noted a small fiberglass row boat leaning on its side against one
side of the villa which was shaded by a clump of palm trees. I
inspected it and discovered a set of oars wedged up inside under
the seats. I had done a bit of boating at college so I rolled the
boat towards me and sat it on its keel on the sand. It was quite
light and easy for me to handle. I decided to go for a row.

I started to drag the boat backwards down the sandy beach when I
was suddenly joined by a young boy. He looked about eleven or
twelve. He had longish black hair and a handsome, almost delicate
face with the slightest trace of facial hair on his upper lip. He
was wearing a plain white shirt which needed a wash and a pair of
khaki shorts and bare feet. He grabbed the other side of the back
of the boat and started to help me pull it down to the water's
edge. He spoke to me as we went but my Spanish was zero so I just
grinned and nodded as he gabbled whatever to me. We reached the
waters edge and he spoke to me and pointed back to the trees at
the top of the beach. I had no idea what he said and he soon
realized that so he simply turned and sprinted back up the beach.
I figured he was leaving so I pulled the boat until it was just
floating on the incoming surge and started to drag it to deeper
water with the view to launching myself out off the shore. As I
readied the oars in the rowlock cleats I heard the boy shouting
and running back towards me at pace. I realized he was carrying
two fishing poles and a dirty canvas shoulder bag. So that's what
he was on about. He sped into the shallow water, raising a plume
of spray from his flying feet and as he staggered into the deeper
water where I now stood, he all but fell such was his haste. He
had invited himself to come with me and we would fish, was what I
worked out. I laughed at him and motioned for him to hop aboard.
I rowed past the low line of breakers lazily rolling in from the
Pacific and soon we were about two hundred yards offshore. To my
surprise he leant over the back of the boat and began scouring
for something. Soon he pointed back and I realized he was
navigating me. Eventually he motioned to stop and he turned
grinning at me and spoke to me. Once again I was oblivious to
what he was saying but he started to prepare a hook with some
rancid looking flesh he unwrapped from a smelly plastic bag. The
stench was awful. He realized I was somewhat disturbed by the
rotting bait so he obliged by baiting the hook on the other pole
and handed it to me.

We fished for about an hour and had quite good success. We had
caught about fifteen modest sized fish that had a light yellow
stripe either side of the ridge of the back fin. He was very
pleased at our success and kept jabbering and pointing at the
slowly accumulating catch. I matched him and we caught about ten
fish apiece by the time he shipped his pole and sat looking at
the catch. I sensed he had decided we had more than enough. He
stood and wobbled a bit as the boat rocked due to his sudden
movement and then without any modesty I sat and watched him pull
out his penis and proceed to piss over the side I was fishing.
Not that his pee would stain the vast ocean but the thought of
him pissing as I pulled a fish in was a bit much to take. I
looked away from his wiener he was holding in both hands; zig
zagging his stream over the blue sea from the side of the boat. I
respect the privacy of anyone, old or young, to piss as they
wished. But to my surprise, when I looked back, he had finished
peeing and he was slowly and deliberately masturbating his cock
which was now quite stiff. This threw me and instead of
discouraging him with my staring in muted shock, he grinned
rather crudely and proceeded to make rather grand flourishes with
his whole palm wrapped around his stiff cock. I was so astounded
at his crude behavior I laughed at him and shook my head. He
beamed broadly and to my absolute amazement, he started to
ejaculate sharp spurts of boyish cum into the water. I sat
dumfounded, mouth open. It had been many years since Timmy Suter
and I had our jack off sessions in his bunkhouse. The last man I
watched cum was me; and it was in Carmel's sweet mouth as a
follow up to a night of hot sex following a Clapton concert we
had attended, and got a little stoned. She was too out of it to
fuck anymore and blew me to hopefully put me out of it as well.
Of course I had masturbated a lot after we separated but that was
almost always in the dark and under the sheets before sleep; or
waking to whack my piss hard of a morning.

The kid tucked his cock away and sat in the beck of the boat
grinning. He muttered at me several times and inclined his head
towards the side where he had been standing jerking off. I
twigged he was exhorting me to do the same. I shook my head
laughingly the first few times he muttered at me and somewhere in
my refusal, I realized I actually did need to piss. But I was no
show off and I rather liked some privacy. Feeling the need to
piss I knelt at the side of the boat and it gave a sharp lurch as
my weight shifted to that side. I fished about with my flies and
eventually pulled my cock out, and using the hand closest to him
to shield me from his view, I let go a strong stream of piss into
the ocean. Because I was hiding myself, he stepped lightly
forward and when I looked back at him I was surprised to see him
right up beside me and the boat leaned even further to our side.
I took my hand away from my cock to reach back to the seat behind
me with the view to moving back into the middle of the boat when
he struck lightning fast. His small hand curled around my flaccid
cock and he began stroking it. I quickly tried to turn back to
brush him off but realized I would have us over. So as I searched
for movement away from him that would not turn us over, he got in
quite a few nice strokes on my cock. To my horror I realized I
was getting hard and his hand was actually very stimulating.

While the last man I saw cum was me, I was not the only man to
handle my piece recently. Patrick and Warren were my good friends
and also a gay couple. Betrothed as life partners as the gay
creed goes. One night I went clubbing with them shortly after
Carmel and I split. Nothing untoward happened while we were out
and both fussed over me and warned of the boys who might fancy my
sweet straight ass at the couple of gay joints we visited. We got
quite tanked and as their apartment was closest to the last club
we left at about two in the morning, they persuaded me to come
home to crash on their couch. Shortly after getting indoors, and
a stupid attempt by us all to have another beer, I came out of
the bathroom and realized they were not in the living room.
Suspecting they had snuck off to bed, I started searching for a
blanket Warren said he had gotten out for my night on the couch.
I didn't look very hard and didn't see it had slipped off the
back of the couch. So I turned and staggered to their room to ask
where the blanket was. I walked into their room and stopped dead
in my tracks. I may have been pissed but the sight of Warren
kneeling between Patrick�s thighs and Patrick�s legs wrapped
around Warren's hips told me that they were fucking. I knew they
did anal. A lot of gays don't, preferring blowing each other as
adequate sex. Supposedly sodomy isn't every gay boy's cup of tea.
I stood transfixed as neither had seen or heard me enter. The
bedside lamp was on to Patrick�s left and I could plainly see
Warren's balls and flashes of his cock slipping in and out his
partners ass. I must have watched for about two or three minutes
and I realized I was getting turned on. So when Patrick looked
across Warren's shoulder and saw me, I heard him say something to
Warren who turned and they both waved me over. I walked like I
was in a trance; just staring first at the junction of cock and
ass. When abreast of Patrick�s torso, I saw Patrick�s cock
sticking just off the horizontal; stiff and hard as he was being
fucked. I barely felt Patrick pull my zipper down and before I
knew it he was manhandling me by pulling me closer towards the
side of the bed. It was like being in a dream as I watched him
twist sideways, Warren shuffling with him so they were now more
to my side of the bed; and take my now hard cock into his mouth.
So there it was. Patrick blew me expertly and Warren resumed
fucking Patrick's ass and jacking his cock as he watched his
lover blow me. First I came in Patrick's mouth, gasping and
groaning and sagging so I had to put both hands on the bed to
stop from falling; then Warren gasping and crying out as he came
in Warren's ass. I staggered away from the bed and wandered like
a zombie with my slowly deflating cock hanging out, and crashed
unconscious on the coach, sans blanket. I never hung around to
know if Patrick came or not. Next day they paid me the respect of
saying nothing about the three way and never mentioned it to this
day. I was a bit sheepish about the act but had vague
recollection during my large hangover, that it was actually OK as
they were good buddies, and an acceptable slip from a hitherto
hetero life on my part.

So here I was with this boy stroking me and me getting seriously
hard. I had given up recoiling back in haste and as I slowly
moved onto the middle of the center seat, the boy slipped onto
his knees and I stared wide eyed as he went down on me, just as
Warren had done. The boy was damn good at this and soon all
semblance of decorum was gone and I had surrendered the moral
high ground to the delicious nagging of his stroking hand and the
expert twirl and sucking with tongue and mouth. I couldn't last
and grabbing his head, I jerked my hips at his bobbing head and
started to cum gratefully in his warm wet mouth. This kid had
done this before; a lot I was guessing. He milked me dry with
hand and mouth and as I gasped to the last spurt, he pulled off
me, and still holding my cock he wiped a dribble of cum he
detected out one side of his mouth. He beamed and opened his
mouth and stuck his pink tongue out to show he had swallowed it
all. After I nodded in amazement at his audacity he grinned and
giving me a couple of quick swirls with the thumb of the hand
that held my cock , he giggled as I twitched at the sensitivity
of his touch to the cock head he let me go laughing like a little
girl. As I tucked my deflating cock back into my shorts he
sampled the film of cum he had wiped off my cock head with his
thumb and made a big show of it being delicious. The sex
finished, I pushed the oars out and rowed us back to shore. We
slipped the boat easily up past the high tide mark and I watched
as he produced a coil of wire from the bag and expertly thread
the wire through the fish�s heads via their eyes until he had a
string of about eight fish. He motioned to me these were his and
the rest were mine. I had little chance to debate the share
because he turned and vanished into the tree line.

I cleaned a couple of the fish outside on a large board set on
four short poles. I deduced this was the scaling and filleting
bench. I like fish and had always gone trout fishing with my
grandfather as a kid, when I visited his farm in Upstate New
York. The sun was setting and I reckoned it was between seven and
eight. I found a very new skillet and bottle of Crisco in the
cupboard so realizing I had not purchased any groceries as yet, I
would eat a couple of these fish for dinner. I still had about
six with their guts still in so mentally noted I needed to scale
and gut them before putting them in the small icebox in the
fridge. They would keep there OK. I washed up as the fish sizzled
in the pan. I found some tinned kidney beans and red beans so
fashioned a simple bean salad with some cider vinegar I found in
the cupboard. I sat down and enjoyed the fish meal and been salad
and congratulated myself on a job well done with the cooking. I
wished I had a beer. Or even a joint. I fossicked around in the
cupboard and found a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels. I made
myself a drink on the rocks with a splash of water and felt
contented. I thought about the boy blowing me. Clearly he had had
sex with men before. He was too damn speedy and expert to be a
first time novice. I wondered who he was. For some reason I just
knew he wasn't a squealer and I was remarkably relaxed believing
it would be unlikely the townsfolk would arrive at my door with
burning torches to lynch the child molester. I figured that just
wasn't going to happen. What did happen was after following a
trip to the kitchen to squeeze the last shot of JD out of the
bottle, I returned to the living room and got a fright to find
the kid standing in the doorway peering in at me. He gabbled at
me and looked back a couple of times. I suspected someone might
be behind him and grew weary this may be a set up for a mugging.
I walked to the door and pushing him aside peered out. The beach
was deserted. By the time I turned around, the kid was poking
around in the kitchen. I closed the door and walked into the
kitchen checking what he was checking out. He saw the plate of
fishbone and noted I had only eaten one and half fish. He nudged
the remaining carcass on the plate and looked at me with
appealing eyes. He wanted to eat it. I wondered what had happened
to the fish he made off with. Had they been for his family, and
if so why was he not enjoying them just as I had done? The
remains of the cooked fish must be cold by now and I thought of
the remaining six or so in the bottom of the boat. It was very
warm and they wouldn't last over night without going off.

I went out to the boat and gathered up the fish. Already they
were stiff as a board and I knew they were not far off spoiling.
He padded after me and watched, and quickly figured out what I
was doing. I motioned the knife to him and he sped inside
returning with the filleting knife I had used earlier. He watched
somewhat impressed as I gutted and scaled the fish and then he
helped me sluice down the board using a small bucket filled with
water from an outside tap. The guts I had wrapped in an old
newspaper and mentally noted I needed to discard these the next
day before it rotted and attracted flies. Once more back inside I
proceeded to cook one of the fish and stashed the other in the
ice box. I wondered why as I could easily catch fresh fish every
day. As much as I wanted. But I had an old fashioned 'waste not
want not' upbringing and we should always eat what we kill from
nature's bounty. The fish being hot and cooked, the boy sat down
and ate ravenously. I watched him wolf the food as if he hadn't
eaten for days. Maybe he hadn't. He occasionally turned and
smiled at me, gabbling in Spanish. I grinned and answered him in
English. Muttering �I'd love to know what the fuck you're on
about� and �how long have you been sucking cock� were a couple of
questions I repeated without any intelligible answer. I did ask
his name and he seemed to immediately understand the question.
Julio was his name. I made a 'how high' sign like he was growing
and he answered 'dos-say'. I had no idea that meant twelve but he
knew what I was asking so I shook my head and held up ten fingers
and then two more. I held up my ten fingers before he held up the
extra two, and he shook his head in disgust at the suggestion he
was ten and counted his age with his fingers, reciting the
numbers in Spanish. Now for the tough question; I mimed what I
felt was a good impression of me sucking a cock and then the how
long gesture. He was a bit baffled at first so I made few sucking
noises and a cry of joy as when he came and it dawned on him what
I was asking. He started to laugh loudly, pieces of fish falling
from his mouth as he guffawed at my question. He shocked me by
counting out seven fingers and made the blow job sign and then to
my surprise, he made a ring with his index finger and thumb and
shoved the index finger of his other hand through it several
quick jabs and then held up ten fingers. Sucking cock at seven
and being sodomized when he was ten was how I read his sign
language. His expression became serious as he saw the look of
surprise on my face at this last revelation. He got down from the
table and walked over to me and attempted to comfort me.

"S'OK, S'OK," he crooned as he patted my shoulder.

So he thought it was OK. I was still shocked.

He returned to the table and I watched him eat his fish. He kept
looking at me and his jovial mood was now somewhat subdued. He
knew I was surprised at his telling of his sexual history. I
started to pack the dishwasher and he joined me and helped. As I
cleaned down the bench he went and sat in the living room and
when I came into join him, he was reading a magazine he had
found. It was an old Cosmo and he thumbed through it back and
forth. It was dark outside and I was feeling tired. I figured a
quick shower and bed. I wondered where he lived.

"Julio," I called and pointed to my hand as if to a watch.

His face dropped and he put his head down and looked sad. So he
didn't want to leave. I repeated this and he ignored me. Then he
turned and pointed at the bed.

"You can't stay here," I said firmly.

He knew by my tone he was getting the wrong reaction and pouted
and appeared to sulk. I went over to him and leaning forward I
told him he had to go home. He folded his arms and stared at the
floor. I sighed in frustration and finally I chuckled and told
him he could sleep on the settee for one night, and held up a
finger to emphasize my point. He beamed and jumped up and
actually hugged me. I recoiled a little. I have gay friends but
there is a small glimmer of latent homophobe in me.

"I'm taking a shower,� I said from the kitchen on the way to the
bathroom. "You might follow me seeing you're a bit fishy to," I
called.

I showered quickly. Just splashing the warm water over my body
and a light soaping to clean the late perspiration of the day. I
turned to call again and he was right there. Before I could get
out, he shucked his clothes and climbed in with me.

"Oh no, no, no," I said with a chuckle. "On your own home boy."

He ignored me and went straight for my cock. I tried to twist
away but he was determined and to avoid falling over in the
shower I had to lock my legs and valiantly tried to fend him off.
I didn't fight that hard. His determination to suck me and the
experience he had given me that day in the boat saw my resistance
wane and I finally let him kneel and blow me. Soon I was enjoying
has expert mouth once more as the water cascaded over my back. I
held his head loosely and let him work his magic. But this time
as I started to get very hard and slowly work my hips, he broke
off the sucking and stood up. I was confused what was happening
and he pushed past me and to my surprise, leaned forward with his
hands against the shower wall under the shower head. The water
sprayed over his head, hitting me on the chest as I turned. He
looked back at me and made a come on gesture with his head. I
stood confused so he bent further forward but this time he
slipped his hands behind him to the cheeks of his butt and prized
them apart. I looked down and his pucker was in full view,
stretched horizontal by the pressure on his inner buttocks in the
ass crack. I stood wide eyed in amazement. He was offering me his
ass to fuck. Having two gay friends, I often wondered what it was
like for whoever was taking the other. I recall the arousal at
seeing Warren fuck Patrick, mainly due to the clear enjoyment
each got out of their respective roles. I have no doubt the
switched back and forth from top to bottom. But could I seriously
have sex with a man? And could I have sex with an underage boy?
Well of course I had had sex with both men and boy, even if it
was only the oral kind. But here was this tanned body with the
darker pucker being stretched for my entry, and in the foreground
my hard cock waving erect and I was starting to feel somewhat
swayed by what was on offer. I hadn't had intercourse for about
five months following one slip Carmel made and let me fuck her
after one of our trial dates. It didn't sway her attitude to our
situation and it was all down hill from there.

I swallowed hard and slowly reached forward and slipped a finger
over the pucker. He grinned and I heard 'Si, Si' as he approved.
Slowly I circled the brown wrinkle with my finger tips and then
attempted to insert the tip of my index finger. I could see he
was getting a little tired holding himself bent without support
of his hands against the wall as he was holding his ass open for
me. This was not that easy. I picked up the soap and started to
rub it around his asshole. It was better but the water was
missing his back so he was virtually dry. I lathered the soap in
the water and rubbed his anal area. That helped. I used less
water with my rubbing and produced a slimy soap film which I
introduced around and eventually into his anus. He winced. The
soap was stinging his internals. Obviously that wasn't the
answer. Then I remembered the Crisco. It was vegetable oil. Water
soluble for cleanup. I stepped out of the shower and he turned in
some surprise and looked saddened by my exit. But when He saw me
returning with the oil he grinned and nodded animatedly. I was
now lusting after his ass. My cock had taken over all reason
since he had started his blow job. I had always wanted to ass
fuck Carmel but she flatly refused. It caused some friction
between us as she thought it was disgusting practice. When I
reminded her about Warren and Patrick's active use of anal sex
she got bitchy and annoyed that it felt it was good enough for
her to.

"That's the only fucking hole they've got and unless you drop
this dirty idea, you'll lose the one I have that they don't
have," she had hissed and walked out for a few hours.

We never talked about it again. When I was in Vegas with some
work colleagues, I toyed with getting a hooker who would let me
fuck her ass, but cursory investigations revealed anal was high
priced sex.

I stood behind Julio, working my oily fingers into his tight
young hole. Once he felt the slickness of my fingers, he let his
buttocks go, knowing the oil was doing its job and he didn't need
to hold himself open. He was now slick and I felt his inner
sphincter was relaxing and I was slightly rotating three of my
fingers. I don't have a big hand but I felt he had been nicely
stretched. I poured some Crisco on my erect cock and stroked it
back and forwards with my full hand. I had moved forward so the
water splashing from me did not rinse the oil from my cock. I
couldn't stand like this all night and the best way to stop the
oil washing away was to bury my cock in his inviting asshole.
Leaning forward I present my hard cock to his young asshole and
pushed firmly. I was blown away as he opened up like a flower in
the morning sun, and I slid deliberately and steadily into his
warmth. He signed and muttered some phrase of encouragement. I
gripped his hips as he braced himself against the wall, and I
fucked him just as I had fucked Carmel in the shower on a number
of occasions. Gripping her hips as I poled slowly up into her
mush. Julio was much tighter and he sometimes recoiled back with
me as a consequence of the friction. But after a few minutes of
slow, long dicking he settled as the Crisco was now working well.
I fucked him, quickening my pace as I felt my passion rising
until I sensed I was about to cum. I stepped a little closer,
shortened up my strokes and soon I was rutting him in short hard
stabs as I spurted and cried out as I came. I slammed him firmly
but held off getting too rough as he was now almost jammed up
against the shower wall, such was my efforts at pushing into him.
Eventually I finished cumming and I stepped back and wrapping my
arms around his waist, I helped him upright and held him while I
gave a few token upward thrusts as my cock stopped leaking semen.
I bent my knees and lowered my pelvis and my cock slipped out of
him. He turned and grinned at me and said something I took as a
compliment. Whether it was aimed at my fucking prowess or the
fuck in general, I'll never know. He took the soap from the soap
caddy and soaped my softening cock and then held it so the water
played over it rinsing the soap away. I took the soap from his
hand and turning him, brought the bar up his ass crack. He
twisted away quickly and snatched the soap back and motioned me
out of the shower. He was politely telling me I did not need to
wash his asshole for him. It was his job to clean himself up. I
shrugged and picking the Crisco bottle up off the floor at the
balk of the shower, I stepped out to dry myself. Returning the
Crisco to the kitchen bench as I wandered past with the towel
wrapped around my waist. That was some powerful sex.

Julio joined me stark naked but he had toweled himself dry in the
bathroom. I noted for the first time, the faint black pubic hair,
to match the fine wisps I detected on his top lip earlier that
day. He had just hit puberty judging by the globules of his cum I
saw bobbing in the ocean where he had jacked himself from the
boat that afternoon. He stood and looked at me for some
indication of what was next. I shrugged at him, not understanding
what he was asking. He turned and walked to the kitchen,
returning with the bottle of Crisco. He shook it up and down a
couple of times and looked towards the bedroom door. I stared at
him and he smiled enigmatically and turned and walked towards the
bedroom, taking the Crisco with him. At the door he turned and
looked me in the eye, with the half smile on his lips and
disappeared from view. I turned off the lounge and kitchen lights
and followed suit. When I got into the bedroom he had turned the
sheet back and he was lying slowly stroking his cock with his
legs apart and one leg slightly raised, so I had full view of his
obscene fondling of his now hard young cock. I was surprised how
it looked bigger than that day in the boat but now his groin was
free from his shorts and I could see the full length from his
groin and his small brown ball bag lay against the inside of one
thigh. He looked for all the part a young Adonis. Or like the
boys the Roman teachers used to mentor, and possess for a few
short years as post-pubescent sex toys. Buggering them stupid as
they taught them the classics of scholars. And the boys grow into
adolescents and taking girlfriends and wives, and in time, boys
as their lovers just as they had been. Julio the pubescent Adonis
splayed before me, a straight heterosexual who had not twenty
minutes earlier, fucked him balls deep against the wall of the
shower. And I loved every pulsating inch I thrust in and out of
his hot tight ass. I smiled at him and walking to the bed I
dropped the towel and drew myself up the bed beside him.

I had often spent entire days and weekends locked in sexual
congress with girls and women. Specifically closeted away to
explore the nuances of sexual intercourse and carnal excess.
Carmel and I often got the hots on wet weekends, fucking
ourselves to almost comatose state, only to revive one and other
and go at each other as if there was no tomorrow. So this night
with Julio was reminiscent of such sex marathons. I fucked him
cleanly three times before daybreak. Each slow exquisite slide
into his tight welcoming young asshole made easier by the
frequent lubrication of cock and anus. Each clean taught fuck was
preceded by slow linger sucking and jacking by the boys practiced
mouth and hand. Working my cock to a hardness I seldom recall.
Certainly not so repeatedly in s relatively short time frame. Not
once during the foreplay through to earth shattering straining
orgasm as I burrowed deep into his bowel, did I touch his preteen
cock, yet I was aware each time he had cum hard. On the second
bout of sex I drew the fuck out, with his legs high over my
shoulders as I slowly and deliberately kept myself on the brink
of orgasm for at least fifteen minutes before cumming in an
agonizing cry of pleasure. I recall him groaning and felt his
thin cum spurting against my lower abdomen and then as I lay
panting between his legs, now lowered as I no longer had the
strength to support them, that he was jerking and gasping and I
felt the faint splatter of his second cumming against my inner
thigh as I drew my cock from his tight sheath.

The first fuck before midnight was a sedate back scuttling, much
more controlled and a better physical alignment than the rushed
rutting in the shower.  He was most active in greasing my cock
and then held his buttocks open again as I worked copious amounts
of the yellow cooking oil into his hole. He leaned on his
forearms folded across each other and I noted his controlled
breathing as I slid in and out, occasionally going pube deep in
him, causing a slight groan as I bottomed out inside. I came hard
holding his hips and throwing my head back, teeth bared in effort
as I wrung the cum from my cock. We slept some hours before I
woke already hard and after orienting myself as to where I was
and who the person beside me in bed was, we fucked for the third
time; somewhere near sunrise. I lay back as the kid sat astride
me impaled on my predawn piss hard and fucked himself around by
grinding and rotating his hips with a vacant glaze in his eyes,
barely visible in the half light of dawn. I lay in blissful
delirium and I was vaguely aware of his hand flashing
rhythmically between his legs with his head thrown back and I
could see the white of his even teeth, and his girlish sob as he
came and the light spatter of yet another thin load of his
developing stream of ejaculate.

To say �we� fucked is an exaggeration. I took him like a girl,
and like a whore at that totally self absorbed in the sensations
in my cock sliding into his ass, and the carnal lust driving the
brain. He played the femme despite the ever hard boner he seemed
to constantly have since we had been in the shower together. He
was my Bottom. I was the dominant Top. He accepted and practiced
his role expertly. Sex with Carmel had a truly balanced input.
Often we simply concentrated on her. She reciprocated by
sacrificing her desire for The Big O to let me indulge myself and
she would serve me like a whore. It was this often base attitude
to sex that made it hard for me to accept her eventual desire to
mother and nurture. Maybe I subconsciously felt she was too much
of a slut in bed to be the mother of my children. I don't know. I
never really thought more permanent than a few months ahead; for
my relationship, my work and what I could do with my life in the
long term. But here in this small villa on this remote Pacific
beach of Mexico, I could care less about Carmel or any other of
the important ingredients to the meaning of my life. I simply
wanted to bugger this boy forever.

I woke some time after he had slowly eased himself off my
deflating cock, following my third load emptied up into his
asshole. He lay facing me with his mouth slightly open as he
slept. I looked down his lean copper body and could see his cock
head jutting out under the inner thigh of his upper leg as he lay
sleeping. I smiled. It was erect. The tight foreskin just visible
stretched half over the purple mushroom head. If I was Warren or
Patrick, I might roll him over and suck him. Maybe even let him
fuck me. But I was a straight male who was getting his rocks off
on anal sex. I always new I could fuck someone up the ass. I
always thought it would be a girl. Maybe convince Carmel to take
it there. I never thought it would be male, let alone a juvenile
boy. I don�t care he was a boy any more than I cared he wasn't a
girl. I simply wanted to fuck his backside until I passed out
with pleasure and effort of lusting after his warm hole. I rose
and pissed. I lathered my face and shaved, and then showered. I
pulled on a pair of boxer style swim shorts and spent about half
an hour taking inventory on the supplies left in the cupboards by
previous tenants. I compiled a list of shopping I needed. I had
nothing for breakfast. He was still asleep when I checked in on
him. Rather than wake him, I slipped out of the villa and to my
disappointment realized it was raining quite steadily. I was
going to take a morning walk along the water line. I retreated
into the dry of the villa and decided to go to the village. There
was small mini supermarket Jorge had pointed out as he drove me
the short distance to the villa. I pulled on a nylon raincoat I
had brought with me and set off the mile or so to the village. It
was very warm and humid and I didn't mind the rain as I splashed
along the dirt road. I wandered around the small supermarket and
I was pleasantly surprised at the variety and familiarity of the
dry goods I found. I also purchased fresh vegetables and exotic
fruits like papaya and cantaloupe. I amassed about six large bags
of groceries so after paying for them in US dollars, I left my
cart under the care of one of the shop walkers and sought out
Jorge to transport my goods and me back to the villa. I found him
sitting inside his booth sweating profusely and smoking a foul
smelling black cheroot.

Jorge dropped me about fifty yards from the villa entrance. He
would not risk his beat up old Buick on the soft sand in case he
got stuck. I lugged the bags of groceries to the villa and let
myself inside. After dropping them on the kitchen floor, I went
into the bedroom to see if Julio was awake. To my surprise he was
not there. I went to the bathroom and that was empty. I had a bad
feeling he may have robbed me and skipped seeing I was out but
everything including my expensive digital camera was where it
should be. Perhaps he had gone to his home just as he vanished
with the fish yesterday. I shrugged and set about putting the
groceries away. I smiled as I inspected the large jar of Vaseline
I had purchased. I wasn't sure how safe cooking oil was for long
term use as a sex lubricant in the tender region of the human
colon, bowel and anus. The petroleum jelly was far greasier and
less viscous so less waste as the oil tended to run off my cock
and leak from his asshole if I didn't slide in quickly. The
Vaseline would warm but not dissolve and breakdown due to body
heat as readily as the oil seemed to. Christ listen to my
thoughts! It was like I was an aging faggot analyzing favorite
lubes to grease my boy�s ass. Having placed this in the bedroom I
checked the bed. There were a number of stained patches, two with
clear evidence of shit coated semen having soaked the cotton. I
ripped the bottom sheet and discarded it. I rotated the top sheet
to the bottom position as I was taught to do at summer camp, and
set a clean top sheet on the bed. I hadn't bothered with a
blanket or duvet as it was so hot.

I was just finishing when I heard voices. Distant at first but
clearly arguing. A male and female voice. The voice of a girl
jabbering shrilly in Spanish. It was coming from the rear of the
villa and so I went out the back door and I was confronted by
Julio being regaled by what appeared to be a very beautiful fiery
teenage girl. He was shielding himself from her hands as she
flayed him like a windmill. She had backed him up against the
side of the villa and her face was all fire and rage. She wore a
plain white flowing knee length dress tight at the waist. Her age
I guessed was maybe fourteen, or fifteen at most and she had
quite noticeable breast filling out the bodice. And by all
accounts, no bra as her tits jiggled with her exertions at
hitting the younger, but slightly taller boy. I flew between them
and Julio showed himself to be the perfect coward by taking my
intervention as a cue to take flight. He vanished in seconds. I
never actually saw which way he went. The girl was incensed I had
let her prey escape and she turned on me. Instead of attacking
her, as she lunged at me I grabbed her upper arms and pulled her
towards me. This took her by surprise and with her weight rushing
forwards, she lost her balance and pitched forwards unable to
arrest her fall. I swung her around past me and turned her so her
momentum was maintained but she was now hurtling towards the
ground backwards. All that I lacked executing was the obligatory
foot check to ensure she hit the deck. Her loss of balance saw to
it she landed with a hard thud on her derriere as I allowed
myself to fall with her. I was in complete control of the pitch
and throw and descended down on top of her in control so I didn't
body slam her as the throw demanded. In a trice I was laying full
length on top of her pinning her arms above her head. In this
position she would lose the effort to propel me back with her
arms being as they were held in an unnatural position and I knew
she would tire quickly if she struggled.

But she did struggle. She wriggled like an eel and twisted. She
tried twisting her head and I saw her bare her teeth looking for
the soft flesh of my inner arm which went close to her head as I
pinned her arms. She quickly tired in her arm strength as I
figured she would but to my surprise she damn near lifted us both
off the ground as she humped her pelvic hard up off the ground
and I realized one of her knees was seeking my groin. I quickly
twisted and her knee missed my altogether. Christ this bitch was
not done. To minimize any further attack at kneeing me in the
balls I pressed down hard between her legs and forcing my groin
into hers I drew my legs together and parked my lower body and
legs between her legs.

"Try and knee me in the balls now you little cunt," I growled
with my face inches from hers.

The proximity of my face and the obvious insult I had thrown at
her she tried once more to throw me off. Her arms were now flying
about as she tried to pull them below her shoulders, no doubt as
her arm sockets were now starting to complain. Having pinned her
lower body, I used both hands to control her hands and I quickly
folded them across her chest above her heaving boobs, such that
one folded over the other and I pressed my chest against them
pinning them hard against her body with mine. She continued to
struggle and when she realized she was pinned by my dead weight,
the little bitch spat at my face, fortunately missing me. I felt
my rage at this grossest of insults all too prevalent in Latin
temperaments. I have no idea why but the pressing of my groin
hard into her crotch was now becoming aware to me and I felt a
rush of excitement realizing I could feel her sex pressing back
against me cock sheathed in my shorts. I held her wrists in one
hand, and pinned her arms with my body so something in me made me
reach for her crotch. I twisted far enough of her crotch and with
a couple of yanks to get her dress up, I slid my hand between her
legs between our bodies and cupped the full swelling of her sex
outside her underpants. Her reaction was totally unexpected. As
soon as I gained ground on feeling between her legs, I felt her
relax and she lay, breathing hard from her exertions and I was
stunned to see her expression soften and she gazed into my eyes.
I kneaded her mound for a few minutes, trying to push further
under her to feel the length of her slit. To my delight she moved
one leg sufficiently for me to feel her whole crotch region,
drawing my hand back and forth despite the growing cramp in my
arm.

Within a couple of minutes she had calmed and I gambled she
wasn't playing possum by easing the weight of my chest on her
sand she welcomed the release. As we started to move apart to
ease the tension between our bodies, I felt one leg move suddenly
to open the vee between which I lay. I at first thought it was
the lull before another assault but she lay passive. I slipped my
fingers in the loose leg of her panties and slowly and
methodically worked my fingertips up and down her slit. She was
now breathing normally and her eyes watched my face as I was
familiarizing myself with the textures of the female sex. The
softness of the inner lips. The fullness of the vulva. I searched
for her clitoral area but too much of my body was in the way of
my hand. I finally released her wrists and to my delight she
placed her hands to my shoulders. I worked her dress out of the
way of my arm bent under the hem and now had my hand totally
inside her panties, stroking her. I realized I was hard from the
excitement of wrestling this young teen beauty to the ground. I
threw caution to the wind and eased back up off her so I was now
almost kneeling between her legs. She lay passive, without any
attempt to strike out or flee. I slowly reached my second hand
under her dress and taking the waist of her panties, I drew them
down while staring at her, searching for any sign she might throw
herself at me again. She continued to lie passively and even
lifted her hips to allow the rear of the panties to slip past her
buttocks. Soon I pulled them off her legs and nudged her legs at
the knees. She caught my meaning immediately and she drew her
heels back towards her buttocks and slowly widened her legs. I
lifted the dress back onto her stomach and gazed at the beauty of
her sex below the thatch of black pubic hair. I looked at her
face again and slowly rubbed her sex as I studied her face. No
reaction or attempt to discourage me. I slid the fingers of one
hand to my mouth and made a show of slobbering on them, at which
I transferred this hand to her cunt and slicked as much of my
spittle in her sex as I could. Her eyelids fluttered briefly and
she clamped her top teeth against her bottom lip.

�I am about to fuck you," I said softly.

Her eyes flickered at the word fuck. She knew what that word
meant I was sure. Perhaps she could speak English despite the
outpouring of anger in Spanish at Julio and me.

"Is it going to be rape or a good old fashioned consensual fuck,
my dark eyed beauty?" I asked, not knowing if she understood
English or not.

I repeated the transfer of saliva and I made her quite wet. I
toyed with going down on her and slobbering as much as I could
like I used to do with Carmel when we fucked in odd places like
the car or in the woods where we had no exotic lubricant which
she loved to use as it heightened her libido. I fiddled for my
zipper and struggled to get my cock free as it was now hard and
difficult to let loose. I looked down at what my fee hand was
doing to get my cock out and as soon as I sprung it free I heard
her gasp and mutter something under her breath. I flicked my eyes
back and realized she had craned her head up so she could see me.
I grinned and waved my cock at her. Her teeth still clamped her
bottom lip and her eyes were wide. I moved forward and angled my
hips down and she widened her spread legs in anticipation. I slid
the head up and down her slit and slowly pushing down towards the
back of the opening I felt the head slip past the outer lips and
soon I was slowly pushing into her sex. I pushed gently and
pulled back several times, each subsequent push I gained an inch
or so. It seemed no time before I was as far as the hard
unyielding ground and her inner thighs would allow. But I was
mostly in. Not the ball depth butting I had felt in Julio�s tight
ass, but this was very familiar and acceptable territory. I
fucked her quickly. The excitement of the fight, the overpowering
and final subduing of the wildcat had me horny as hell now and I
slid in and out quickly and rhythmically as I fucked her. I
studied her face. Not once did she look away but held my gaze.
But now she was working her mouth, though her body remained open
yet passive to the fucking. I began to realize she was too dry
and the working of the mouth and the occasional gasp and hiss of
breath had nothing to do with arousal. She was articulating the
degree of discomfort this rather dry fuck was causing her. Yet
she allowed me to continue without serious complaint or
resistance. It occurred to me she was playing the whore. I fucked
her to a very strong surging orgasm. Burying myself as deep as
the tightness caused by the friction would allow. On one level
her minor gaps and complaining groans of discomfort turned me on
further as I shoved her and came hard, gasping an inch or two
from her face as I screwed my face up in pleasure at the release
in her beautiful body. I had no idea what her tits were like. Not
once did I attempt to maul them. But I lay against them briefly
then slowly I eased back and out of her, bring a small gasp of
discomfort as I pulled my semi hard cock clear.

I stood immediately and put my softening cock back in my shorts.
My knees were dirty as we were under the shelter of the palm
grove. Her white dress had dirt marks on the front from the
wrestling we had done. It was caught up on her belly and her sex
was there full to my view. She made no effort to cover herself.
Soon my cum would seep back out of the back of her slit and drip
onto the dry sandy soil. I hadn't seen her hair very much but now
realized she had it tied back as I could see one long tress which
had splayed to the side as the comb she had used had come out and
was lying a few feet from her. The knot the comb held close had
loosened allowing the thick tress to come undone. She lay
watching me, not moving.

"You played the perfect whore," I said softly. �No emotion, no
enjoyment, just a passive mechanical fuck," I added.

Once again the eyes moved at the recognition of the word fuck. I
deduced she knew no English bar the obscenities she probably
heard uttered by Spanish speaking men, just as if by English
speaking men. Fuck was now a universal word meaning the same in
any language.

 Having tidied myself up I stood by her side and reached down to
take her hand. She lay with one arm by her side and the other
across her stomach. I motioned for her to give me her hand and
eventually she reached for my hand and I helped her stand. She
smoothed her dress down at this point and looked behind to
inspect the damage from the time spent flat on her back. It may
have been dusty not muddy but the dress was quite dirty and
stained. I suspect it was wet having perused Julio from out of
the rain into the dry. I bent and picked up her panties. I was
taken aback to see they were very old fashioned white square
legged cotton underpants. More like boys wear than girl�s
knickers. She blushed as she took them and quickly slid them on.
I half believed she was embarrassed at the type of garment she
wore more than embarrassment due to an invasion of an intimate
nature. After all I had just fucked her on the dirt. Hardly a
time to be prudish about the type of underwear you wore. I held
out my hand and she looked at me surprised. She looked at the
hand and back at my face, trying to figure out what I was
offering. Eventually she tentatively reached out and allowed me
to take her hand and I slowly led her into the villa.

Once inside she stood in the kitchen and looked around. I
realized she hadn't been in this place before. Yet oddly I always
assumed Julio had been here before as he was totally nonchalant
about the furnishings and appliances. I would expect a poor
peasant boy or girl to be interested in the goodies in the
Gringo's house. Most of the families around her struggled to
afford the necessity of some sort of dilapidated car or pickup.
No one had dishwashers and clothes dryers. It was even a little
out of place in this villa, but American's being the lazy people
we are, even roughing it had to be with Mr. Maytag or GE. I
walked her in front of the washing machine and motioned to her
she should wash her filthy dress. Almost as a reflex action she
drew her hands across her breasts to the opposite shoulder,
forming an X. I shook my head.

�No time to be modest princess. We just fucked. Surely you can
stand a little nudity while you get your dress clean," I said.

She watched my lips as I spoke but it was clear the only word she
understood was 'fucked' as her eyes flicked at the word. Shit.
Was she thinking I was telling her she would be fucked again? I'd
best stop the obscenities. I traipsed into the bedroom and
searched through my clothes and found my battered Boston Red Sox
tee shirt. I turned to take it to her and she was standing in the
door way looking into the room, studying the furnishings. I
offered her the shirt and motioned to her dirty dress. Her eyes
lit up with understanding as I held the tee shirt up so she could
see it would be way too big for her, therefore like her dress to
wear. I urged her to take the offer. She stood and slipped first
one and then the second arm out of the short sleeves of her dress
and to my delight she slid the dress down rather than lifted it
up, revealing flashes of her lovely firm boobs with the dark pert
nipples which I noted were erect. She slid the dress down and
quickly reached for the tee shirt. I noted the unfortunate under
pants as she slipped the tee shirt over her naked upper body,
finally smoothing it down like a dress. It came past her knees.
She looked down and smoothed the material against her belly. She
blushed as he realized that flattening it, even briefly, made her
nipples and breast stand out and there was also a brief relief of
her pubis and the crinkle made by her pubic thatch as she pressed
the material against herself. She quickly took her hands a way
and folder them loosely in front of her crotch, almost as if I
could see through the tee shirt. I grinned at her with an almost
cheeky grin, and too my joy, for the first time she smiled.

It lit up the room and I felt a surge of caring for her in that
instant. Christ I had virtually raped her on the strength of
intervening in her spat with Julio. Who was she and what was she
to Julio? And why the venom and anger? Why the capitulation to
allow me to have sex with her? Why was Julio so afraid of her so
as to run? He was bigger even if he was younger. I decided she
was big sister discovering her brother was having sex with the
Gringo. The white dress. So old fashioned. Did it signify her
purity? Perhaps it was for religion. But the why had she given
herself to me even when she clearly did not enjoy it and it was
apparently uncomfortable. But the smile had captivated my mind
and the practical questions vanished. I found myself stepping
towards her and embracing her, I bent her slightly back and
kissed her. She started to push me as she realized what I was
about to do but as our lips met, she softened and before long her
arm came around my neck and the other hand went to my hip and we
kissed more passionately. Her mouth gradually surrendering to my
probing tongue and soon she had both hands around my neck as I
held her to me and we stood slowly making out. I was getting
aroused again but this girl was a gem and I did not want to push
too hard. I reluctantly released her and stooped to pick up her
dress. She had mellowed nicely and now she spoke softly for the
first time. In Spanish. No idea what she said. I suspect it was
to do with the filthy dress. We walked through to the washing
machine and I loaded it in. I gathered up the towels Julio and I
used the night before, plus the one I used this morning, and
yesterdays shirt and shorts. I poured in some powder and set the
machine going. At first she stood by it and run her fingers over
it as it began to fill with water. She dallied around it for a
minute or two and realizing it wasn't doing anything she followed
me into the kitchen where I took two sodas from the fridge and
handed one to her.

We moved into the living room and I gently pulled her to me and
snuggled her in beside me on the couch. I lay back and she placed
her head inside my crooked arm on my chest and we sat this way
and sipped our sodas. Outside a distant clap of thunder signaled
the rainstorm was not ready to abate just yet. If anything it was
raining harder than earlier this morning. What was the time? No
wrist watch and I recalled my silent pact of no timepiece on my
person. Total relaxation for six days. Five more to go.

We sat in silence for a few minutes and then I turned to her.

�I�m Alan,� I said pointing at me. �Alan; Alan,� I repeated
pointing at me.

She mimicked my name and I grinned and nodded my approval at her
pronunciation. I pointed at her with a questioning look.

�Oh,� she giggled. �Renata.�

�Renata. What a lovely name,� I said and smiled.

She sipped her soda.

�And Julio?� I asked. �Who is Julio?�

She sneered at his name and muttered something and made the
gesture as if to cut his throat. I thought about this for a
moment.

�OK then,� I started. �Madre, padre, Renata, Julio?�

I hoped Madre, padre meant mother and father. She looked at me
quizzically and then a look of understanding and nodded her head.
So he was her little brother.

�Renata grrrr, Julio,� I said and mimicked her trying to hit him.

She muttered some obvious unflattering comments about Julio and
glowered at the thought of him. Then she quickly looked at me and
put her hand on my inner thigh.

�Renata,� she said pointing at herself with the can of soda in
her hand, �Alan,� she said pointing at me. She repeated this and
then muttered Julio�s name and my name and shook her head
vigorously.

�Phew, �I sighed leaning back and staring ahead. �She�s telling
me it�s her and me and Julio�s out of the picture,� I muttered
out loud.

She heard me mention Julio�s name and she leaned forward and
turned and looked at me. She slid her hand higher up my thigh
towards the bulge in my crotch and muttered �Julio� as she shook
her head emphasizing Julio was not favored by her. I nodded I
understood and she settled back and sipped at her soda again. I
sneaked a peak down her body and her nipples were sticking out
under the tee shirt. The bottom of the tee shirt was about
mid-thigh as she sat demurely with her knees pressed together. I
looked at her wayward tress of hair that was hanging over one
shoulder. Her hair comb was still outside. I stood and pointed a
finger as if to say �wait here� and quickly left the room. I went
out the back door and picked up the comb lying I the dirt. I
dusted it off, and looking at the dark sky and the steady rain
falling, I hurried back inside. As I approached the settee she
was sitting forward expectantly wondering where I had gone. As
soon as she saw the comb she smiled and I handed it to her. She
immediately pulled her hair down and made as if to knot it up
again, and secure it with the coarse comb. I stopped her and
reaching either side of her shoulders, I splayed the hair forward
and over each breast. I liked her hair down and forward like
this. She smiled and reddened in embarrassment. Almost coy in her
demeanor.

Leaning forward and stroking her hair I run my hands down and
deliberately touched her breasts with the backs of my hands as I
let the hair slide between my fingers. She started when she felt
me touch the nipples through the tee shirt but after I did this
several more times, she sighed and sat back on the settee and
with the initial touching now sanctioned by her, I let the hair
go and tenderly fondled her breasts through the shirt, twiddling
her nipples. She sighed and half closed her eyes and a small
smile came to her lips. She was beautiful. I leaned in and she
realized I wanted to kiss her and parted her lips. I stood bent
over her and kissed her softly and stroked her nipples through
her shirt. After I sensed she was more relaxed, I took the soda
can from her and placing it on the floor, I took her by the hand
and slowly guided her to the bedroom. When we reached the bedside
she rubbed her free hand over the top sheet, feeling the texture.
I took her in my arms and kissed her, holding her tightly too me.
I was hardening rapidly. She had her arms around my waist,
perched lightly on my hips. I took one hand and guided it to the
swelling cock behind the denim material of my cargo shorts and
she took the hint and I felt her grasp it. I broke the kiss and
she smiled at me as I coaxed her hand over my cock. She took the
lead now and she fumbled for the zipper and slid it down. She
opened the button at the waist of the flies and slipped her hand
in. She had done this before.

She slid her hand in the opening of my boxer shorts and soon she
was jacking me with her head leaning against my shoulder. I stood
and my hands roved over back and then I dropped one down and slid
it under the tee shirt and up to one breast. I worked the bare
flesh and nipple and she sighed. I sensed she was enjoying this
and moved a little unsteadily back so the backs of her thighs
were against the bed. She was now stroking me firmly and I looked
down at her and realized she was looking down watching her hand
stroking me. I was in two minds what to do. Push her back and go
down on her, and take the initiative with that particular
foreplay; or guide her mouth down to my cock and let her take the
lead. Either way I had resolved I was going to fuck her on the
bed within the next ten minutes or so. I was enjoying the hand
job so went for her sucking me option. As she gazed down at her
handiwork, I placed a hand gently on the nap of her neck and
applied a little pressure. She resisted at first and then looked
up into my eyes. I smiled and kissed her. We finished the kiss
and she slowly sank to her haunches.

She took me straight in without hesitation once she was at eye
level with my cock and I noted to myself she had done this many
times before as well. Just like her brother, the hand and mouth
quickly formed a synergy of rhythm and she sucked me expertly,
making the occasional smacking sounds with her lips as the cock
was flipped lose, licked under and around the head and then
reinserted back into her warm wet mouth. I was rapidly
approaching a point of pleasure where I knew I needed to take
back control otherwise I�d blow too soon and ruin the joy of the
slow burn build up. I eased her off my cock and let her stand. I
kissed her but this time deliberately Frenched her to let her
know I too had no problem with the taste of my cock, faint as it
was, in her mouth. She stood apprehensively after I broke this
kiss and I reached for the bottom of the tee shirt. She obliged
by lifting her arms and  drew it over her head. I had seen her
naked above the waist when she had removed the dirty dress for
washing so any more modesty was not evident. I had also gazed at
her sweet sex after I had fucked her outside on the ground so my
pulling her odd panties down was not an issue and she stepped out
of them and stood naked.

I took her by the waist and eased her back and she helped by
sliding back into the centre of the bed. I shucked my shirt and
discarded the open shorts and the boxers and kicked my sandals
off. I slid onto the bed, and lying half across her body, I
proceed to kiss her and then slowly felt between her legs and
started to fondle her labia and slit. Occasionally I broke the
kiss and took a nipple into my mouth. She lay back and stroked my
hair with her free hand, her other hand being trapped under my
body as I lay against her. After a few minutes finger fucking her
I realized she had hardly lubricated at all, despite the small
noises and movements she made that led me to believe this was
pleasurable to her. But she may be faking, though I didn�t think
so. Maybe that was just my ego. I reared back slightly and looked
at her and smiled. She smiled and pulled me to kiss her again. As
I bent to meet her mouth, I spied the Vaseline I had placed on
the night stand. I let her kiss me for a few minutes and then
when she broke to take some air, I leaned across her and grabbed
the plastic jar. She twisted to see what I was doing and then saw
the new container of the jelly. I paused my frigging her and
unscrewed the lid and dipped two fingers into the greasy
substance, twisting a generous dollop onto my fingertips. I was
able to partially screw the cap back without smearing the goop on
my fingers, and dropping the jar beside her, I slid my fingers
between her sex lips.

I greased and lubed her slowly and effectively as I tested the
ease of penetration with my fingers. The Vaseline had done the
trick. She was breathing steadily but slowly as I worked her sex
once again. To my delight the hand I had pinned suddenly found
its way to my cock, as I had eased my self back off her body a
little while I applied the Vaseline to my fingers. She held me
firm and tried jacking me but there was still sufficient
constriction to make it difficult. I decided it was time to enter
her for the second time that afternoon. I slid across her and she
took my cock more positively, and to my delight she started to
guide me to her greased sex. As I positioned myself over her she
parted her legs easily as I was holding my body clear of hers on
my forearms, either side of her. This way she steered me home
and, I made full deep penetration as the Vaseline did the trick.

As I slowly fucked her, lying atop of her resting on my forearms,
she held me by my upper arms and stared at my face through half
closed eyes. I found this a little disconcerting at first but
once I got used to her steady gaze, I was able to concentrate on
my own pleasure. It was more than obvious to me that she got
little or no arousal from me slowly pushing deeply into her warm
tightness. Just as she had remained passive outside earlier, so
she lay such that her only active involvement was when she
occasionally adjusted her buttocks if I pulled sideways slightly
on thrusting in, and I noted a slight grimace of discomfort as I
stretched her. But I also knew this was not her first, or even
near first time, being fucked. She behaved like a dutiful whore
servicing a John. This thought sobered me somewhat; despite the
real feeling of pleasure due to her tightness. But there was
going to be no heart stopping gut wrenching orgasm for her, so I
settled into increasing my speed and soon I fucked myself to a
groaning orgasm as I arched my back and emptied myself in a
series of spurts, into her warmth.

I realized she was studying my face as I went through my
pre-orgasm concentration on just how to move my hips to
accelerate the inevitable. Then the gasps of delight as the first
spurts came, and finally the sense of satisfied relief as I
smiled and gazed at her beautiful face and warm brown eyes, still
locked on my face. I wondered what she was thinking. How did this
compare to previous men who had been here before? Were they
Mexican or �Gringos�? With the post-orgasm reality kicking in, I
slowly pulled myself from her and eased off her to lie on my back
beside her, panting somewhat as I returned to normal. I lay and
gazed at the ceiling fan whirring around to keep the room cool.
What now? That was pretty damn good but this was hardly a
passionate love affair with mutual post-coital smoke or chat. I
resigned myself to the fact I had just had a damn nice fuck and
there really wasn�t much more to say about it. As I contemplated
my next move, She rolled towards me and to my delight she
snuggled into the crook of my arm. Maybe she enjoyed the moment;
not necessarily the sex. I took this as a good sign and allowed
myself to drift off into a light doze.

I was roused from my dozing when she got off the bed. I looked at
her retreating naked from the bedroom. I figured she was going to
have a piss. I allowed myself to slip back into a hazy reverie
congratulating myself on the no frills sex I had enjoyed. But
after a period of time, I realized she hadn�t returned. This was
far to long for a piss. What was she up to? I rolled of the bed
and pulled on my shorts and padded out to the bathroom. She was
nowhere to be seen. I doubled back to the kitchen and I noted the
washing machine door open. I looked inside and realized her dress
was gone. I couldn�t see her sandals anywhere. It looks like she
had dressed and left. And in a damp dress as well. What possessed
her to go out with the dress not properly dried? I looked at my
watch. It was after three thirty. Perhaps she needed to be
somewhere now.

I took a soda from the fridge and sat and sipped it as I pondered
the situation. Julio turns up and basically offers me his ass.
Then Renata arrives and dispatches Julio and readily falls on her
back. They apparently are brother and sister. Why was she so
angry at him to chase him off? And then why was she so ready to
fuck me? I was sitting wondering what the hell it all meant when
I heard a tap at the front door. I went to the door and I was
surprised to se Jorge there. He grinned at me showing his
mouthful of bad teeth and opened his arms as if greeting me as a
long lost buddy. Christ he�d only dropped me off a couple of
hours earlier.

�Senor Alan. My friend,� he beamed.

I wasn�t about to embrace him despite his arms open stance. He
realized I wasn�t as eager to see him as he obviously was to see
me so his broad smile wavered somewhat. He took his battered hat
from his head and held it in front of his chest in a show of
respect. I was questioning to myself, just how sincere this
action was.

�Senor Alan. I have a small matter of importance. A business
matter, if you will, to discuss with you,� he began and looked
passed me as if to indicate I invite him in.

I made no move to let him in.

�What small matter of business?� I asked almost gruffly.

His face showed his disappointment at my tone.

�Ah, a matter of much discretion,� he said lowering his voice and
looking around furtively.

I took this as an act or as an attempt to paint mystery and
intrigue into his visit.

�Perhaps we best discuss this business in the privacy of the
hacienda�� he began and trailed off with an expectant look.

I wasn�t keen on inviting him in but on the other hand, as he was
sort of a greeting agent for this and a number of villas that
spanned a stretch of about three miles of beautiful coastline,
letting him in was probably no big deal as he�d obviously been
inside numerous times as ersatz caretaker. I stood aside and he
waddled past. I caught his body odor and turned my head in
disgust. He was very much the local but clearly was not well
acclimatized as he always seemed to be sweating profusely. I
followed him in and he had turned to look at me. I motioned him
to the solitary chair in the living area and stood and looked at
him wiping the perspiration from his shiny face with a grubby
handkerchief. He stopped scraping at his face and after replacing
the handkerchief in his pants pocket he beamed at me, and then
waved his hand in front of his face as if to fan himself to cool
off.

�She is very hot Senor Alan. Perhaps you have a drink...� he said
tapering off with an inquisitive look.

I looked at my can of soda and decided I could be miserly
hospitable. I barely disguised my exasperation at his
impertinence and turned to head to the kitchen.

�Perhaps you might have a small Tequila�� his voice crooned after
me as I went to the kitchen.

Tequila my ass I thought. You�ll take a Pepsi and be done with
it. I took a can of the soda back into the living room and noted
the deep disappointment when he saw the cola. He took it
nevertheless and after a long swig, looked at me brightly.

�Well senor Alan. Perhaps you best sit down for what I want to
discuss,� he said and waved his hand at the settee.

I sat slowly thinking �what a cheek� that he had playing master
of ceremony.

�I wanted to discuss the delicate matter of my sister�s
children,� he said looking around the room. �My late sister, God
rest her soul,� he added, and crossed himself as he looked back
at me.

I was puzzled by this statement and must have shown it.

�I refer to a boy and a girl,� he continued. �A boy and a girl
who, shall we say, have learned bad ways and are difficult for a
man such as myself to manage and discipline,� he continued now
looking at me as if seeking sympathy.

I realized he must be referring to Julio and Renata. Christ what
did this fat bastard know about them and me? He paused
deliberately allowing me to take in what he said.

�Go on,� I said solemnly.

His face showed a small glimmer of satisfaction as if he realized
I had worked out who he was referring to.

�These bad ways senor Alan, seem to involve the many Gringos�� he
caught himself at the use of the word Gringo. �I am sorry senor
Alan, I mean Americanos,� he corrected himself.

He studied me, trying to read my face. I sat neutral in
expression but I had a bad feeling where this was going. I said
nothing.

�My late sister did not discipline these children and they
learned bad things from many bad men. The girl, she was taken by
the Blessed Sisters and they looked after her fearing she would
get with child. But the boy was wild and hungry for company with,
ah, sadly senor Alan, with men, as�well�I think you may already
know this boy and what I mean,� he concluded with a sly look of
triumph.

�You are referring to Julio and Renata?� I said dully, feeling
cornered by this sly prick.

He beamed triumphantly.

�Si Senor Alan. The same children,� he confirmed to me. �My
ungrateful nephew and niece.�

�How does that involve me?� I asked evasively.

�Senor Alan, Senor Alan. We are both men of the world. We
understand the good times a man might have with a willing young
senorita. And a willing boy because a willing boy can be a very
positive experience also,� he crooned, almost leering at me. I
sat and looked at him.

�So what is your business with me?� I asked sternly. �What is it
you think I have to do with this.�

I had a fair idea what it had to do with me and I also sensed
where he was going with this.

�Senor Alan you are here alone and I understand how some pleasant
company would make the long night, and wet days�..� and he looked
out the window at the steady rain still falling. He continued:
�Nights made much less tedious with a warm body to share your
bed. And my nephew and niece, well they are very giving
children.�

He paused and sat studying my face for acknowledgement that I had
shared my bed with the kids. I sat impassive and said nothing

�As you might think, the task for a poor taxi driver, and the
little money I get to take care of these villas, leaves me very
poor when I have to take care of these ungrateful children. So
much so, that where I find they have been sharing with the
tourists, I find it necessary to seek some compensation for my
caring and my concerns,� he continued, in a vein of pathos.

�He�s a fucking sleazy pimp, pimping his sister�s kids� I
thought, raging inside. He�s come to blackmail me for money for
the sex I had with them. Ironic really. I was the sex molester
and yet I felt he was several shitty levels below me for allowing
perverts like me to fuck young boys and girls.

�So how much compensation would you think the tourists would need
to give you if they were to indulge in this activity with your
sister�s children?� I asked warily.

I had to concede the prick had me. I could plead innocence but
how much were the kids in on this scam and would tell what had
happened. Clearly the sexual congress was made before any
discussion on money. Otherwise they may come up against right
thinking people who abhorred what he would be proposing. This way
the kids lead people like me into temptation, to actually fuck
them first, and then fat bastard Jorge comes along and extorts
the payment after the fact. He grinned as my understanding
cleared, as regards his overture.

�Shall we say, one hundred US dollars a night?� He said raising
his eyebrows.

Given the hard screwing I had enjoyed with both Julio and Renata,
I had to say $100 was actually quite reasonable but I wasn�t
about to agree to his first offer.

�Suppose I tell you that is unreasonable,� I said staring him in
the eye.

�Oh Senor Alan. We are both reasonable men. I have expenses. The
girl costs me much money when the clinic gives her the injection
so she does not get with child. And the boy is always ruining his
clothes and his shoes. I think one hundred US dollars for a night
is very fair,� he whined.

I looked at him digesting the comment about injecting Renata for
birth control. It would not be cheap here. At least that put that
issue in perspective. Renata was long passed puberty; a young
fertile woman and I could very well knock her up. Birth control
in a Catholic country; and administered by nuns. This was a
necessary expediency that contravened their faith and the
damnation of artificial birth control. But it may be the only way
to avoid the young girls getting knocked up as a result of
incest, rape, or being put on the game as the case here. I bet it
wasn�t just the Gringo tourists they were protecting the girls
from getting pregnant by. I wondered if Renata had suffered under
Jorge�s fat belly; if he had poked her. And how many young girls
did Jorge have on his roster? I stared at him impassively. �You
make the next move you bastard�, I thought. �Show me your hand.
If you turn me in, none of you get a dime�.

�Senor, I can show how much of a reasonable man I can be. Let us
say one dollars for the time so far. With the boy, and the girl.
I will let the boy go without compensation. He is impulsive. He
took his sister�s place and should not have. But I am willing to
overlook his willingness to please and we shall call his,
ah�services�free of compensation,� he said, searching my face for
some spark of agreement.

So that explained the angry assault on Julio by Renata. The kids
must get a cut and the mercenary little hot  ass jumped the
queue. They must have a pecking order as to who gets what first
when men come to these villas, remote from the main tourist area
on this coastline. I still said nothing but just stared at his
fat greasy face. He took the grimy handkerchief out and wiped his
face once more. For someone who had all the cards, perhaps he
wasn�t so sure he had me over a barrel. He swigged at his soda
and realizing it was now empty put it down. I reasoned if he
wanted one hundred bucks, and I had four more days to go, it
would see me shell out five hundred. I only had about five
hundred in cash and I had already worked out I would spend little
of that. But could I avoid rolling over to this extortion.  Could
I cap it at three hundred, maybe three fifty? I stood up and
circled round behind Jorge with my arms lightly folded as if
thinking.

�Here�s the deal Jorge,� I began firmly. �I�ll give you seventy
five a day for either one or other; my call as to who and when. I
will guarantee five days until I leave. This way you get three
seventy five. One hundred now up front, the balance when you drop
me at the bus station the day I leave. Otherwise, I give you the
one hundred you�re trying to screw out of me now and the kids can
go wherever they like for however long the want for all I care,�
I said standing over him.

He looked at me as if I slapped him.

�Senor Alan,� he protested. �I have many expenses. There are
others who seek compensation from me as well,� he stammered.

�So which one of the local police do I pay the money direct to,
to ensure I don�t get bothered any further by you and your
promiscuous kids,� I threatened. �I mean they would be probably
only too happy to take some of what I had, to see I didn�t get
screwed any further,� I added.

I was gambling that maybe if there were cops in on the scam they
might be less supportive of Jorge and take a direct cut from me.
He looked alarmed at the mention of cops.

�No, no, no, we do not need the police,� he said quickly and
laughed nervously. �I misunderstood what your offer means Senor
Alan. Of course now I see. My math addition is sometimes not
good. I think that you are very fair�� he tailed off his nervous
prattling.

His math is not good? A fucking shark of a cab driver? His math
was as sharp as a tack. I heaved a sigh of relief inside. Thank
Christ I had been able to bluff him with the mention of cops.
Maybe Jorge had some history with the local constabulary. It was
a gamble on my part because if it backfired, I could languish for
a long time in a Mexican jail as a sex tourist. And I hadn�t come
here with sex in mind at all.

�So it�s one hundred now, two seventy five when you drop me at
the bus station to catch my bus to the airport on Saturday,� I
confirmed.

He nodded his head reluctantly.

I went to the bedroom and took two fifties from my wallet and
went back to the living room. He was standing playing with his
battered hat. I handed him the cash at arms length and he
inspected it closely before folding it and putting it in his
trouser pocket. He nodded.

�Gracias Senor Alan. I am pleased we could do business,� he said
triumphantly.

He turned and waddled to the door. I reached passed him and
opened it to usher him out. He walked straight passed me and as
he started to turn to head around the villa to walk back up to
the road where he would have left his cab, I called after him.

�Jorge. I feel like enjoying the sweet the scent of a senorita
tonight,� I said casually.

He turned and looked at me with a look of defeat.

�Si Senor Alan. I understand. It will be so,� he answered
wearily, and trudged off to huff and puff up the short steep
slope to the road above the beach.

I closed the door and heaved a sigh of relief. Fucking hell. How
did get into this shit. I couldn�t believe I threatened him with
the cops and he backed down. What was police attitude here? And
was Jorge just on the wrong side of the law, ready to be pulled
in. Perhaps the Holy Sisters held some sway with the police given
Jorge�s pimping of the kids. If he let a prospect go without any
money at all, having me thrown in the clink would almost be like
cutting their noses off to spite their faces. They were better
off getting something, rather than nothing just to come out on
top. This was like fucking Russian roulette. I felt drained. I
took a shower to rid myself of the creeping ooze created by Jorge
and his stinking armpits. When I came out, I walked into the
iliving room. To my surprise Renata was sitting demurely on the
settee. The white dress had been replaced by a short navy blue
skirt and white shirt. I could tell she wore no bra as a nipple
closest to my gaze sat pointed, jutting through the material. She
smiled sweetly and stood and walked towards me. As she neared I
reached for her and embraced her and we kissed slowly. I felt my
cock stir. Fuck she was worth two hundred a day. Or more. She was
going to be bliss. She lifted her face and smiled, as she looked
into my eyes.

�Senor Alan y� Renata? Non Julio?� she whispered quietly.

I grinned and nodded. She looked pleased.

�Renata y� Senor Alan,� she said softly.

I hugged her and slowly directed towards the bedroom. This was
going to be a long enjoyable four days.

That night simply preempted the remaining time I had left. I
fucked Renata, rested and fucked her again. I took her on her
back; I had her sit on me, and screwed her tight teen pussy doggy
style while she knelt before me. She sucked me before and after
each time I took her. And in the midst of burying myself balls
deep in her, she never complained or resisted my wants once. I
took her from the bedroom at about nine in the morning and bent
her over the arm of the rattan love seat, with a cushion under
her midriff so the thin cane arm did not hurt her flat tummy. I
held her hips and eased myself in, and looking beyond her I could
see the beach and the ocean beyond it, with gulls whirling over a
school of sardines or other small fishes, as I fucked her slowly;
enjoying the exquisite bliss of her tight cunt around my now red,
almost raw cock. I had filled her at least three times during the
night. Fucking, sleeping, and waking to fuck her again. Her hole
was messy from the cum deposits I left there each time I came
inside her. She in turn licked me clean; but now her hole was
quite greasy and I could smell the deep sickly aroma from my
cumming in her too many times without allowing her to clean up.
As I brought myself close I pulled from her and walked to stand
beside her in front of the loveseat. She twisted her head towards
me in anticipation and opened her mouth as I slipped my cock in.
I let her suck me for a minute or two and then I pulled out and
quickly jacked myself off, all over her face. She held her head
still and faced me; mouth open waiting for the inevitable splash
and splatter of my cum. It went almost everywhere but in her
mouth, such was the frantic nature of my blissful orgasm. I
couldn�t aim a bit, I was so agitated. After I had gasped and
panted the last drops, she brought a hand to her face, and while
smiling sweetly at me, she steered the rivulets of semen running
down her cheeks towards her mouth and sucked the cum from her
fingers. She smacked her lips as you would after eating chicken
with your fingers. She grinned at me. I was astounded at how
totally carnal she was. I pondered briefly that I was not the
first Gringo who had used her so.

I had three days to relax with this young nymph. Going out and
about was probably out of the question, given the attention it
would attract. Perhaps those locals who did not realize the truth
of the girl�s illicit relationship to me, would think it unseemly
anyway. And those that did, would know why she was with me; and I
was too guilty in my own mind to want to face down the stares and
disapproving looks. So for three days and nights, we stayed
mostly indoors at the villa. It is too repetitive to go over
every fuck and suck session we engaged in, suffice to say we did
little else with only sufficient rest to start again. In all the
time I labored over her; on top, doggy fashion, her on top, lying
on the floor or on furniture, in the shower, in the bath, in bed,
she never once came close to displaying any sort of unconditional
arousal from what I was doing to her. It did not mean she did not
go about the sex enthusiastically; she was willing to let me take
her whenever I wanted in any position in any location. I can�t
describe the joy of her tight cunt and the sensational orgasms I
had as I drank in her youth and her beauty. I tried sucking her;
tried finger fucking her, and twiddling and tweaking her young
nipples so she gasped in pain, and I tried various combinations
which left my jaw and tongue tired or my fingers aching from the
constant twiddling. All the while she showed only a modicum of
interest without any spark of arousal. Eventually I gave up
trying to give her �The Big O� and simply indulged myself. She
cooperated willingly and passively let me do whatever I wanted.

It was the last night and we had eaten a nice bean salad she had
showed a real knack of preparing, and a small tin of Canadian
canned salmon we shared, as a cold supper. I sat sipping rough
Tequila, regarding her beauty as she lay on the love seat with
her head against a large pillow. I could see her naked sex,
slightly gaping and very pink from the over use it had had. She
appeared to be dozing. I was reflecting on the time here with her
and Julio and I recalled the lust of my engagements with her
horny younger brother. Male sex, which I had never really
contemplated beyond those early days before college. I recalled 
how adept he was in seducing me. How practiced he was at
welcoming me into his tight little ass, that it dawned on me that
Renata had the same hole, millimeters from the centre of joy I
had indulged in so recently. I decided this was to be the final
frontier to conquer on the final night. I silently rose and went
to the bedroom and prepared the scene. I placed the jar of
Vaseline I had bought to ease the way in Julio�s tight ass and
removed the covers from the bed she had made earlier that
afternoon. I shuffled in my suitcase and found two large bandanas
I had brought as head wraps. I have a number-1 haircut so I was
going to tie the bandana around my head to keep the scalp from
burning in the hot sun.  Apart from the first day out in the
boat, the opportunity had not arisen to use them. I shucked my
shorts. Unlike Renata who was mostly naked, I always wore shorts
when we weren�t fucking. She seemed comfortable being naked
before me and I confess it was easy to literally take her without
warning. No clothes as an encumbrance to my carnal lust. I padded
back out to the living area and stood beside her and tapped her
shoulder. She opened her eyes with a start and looked up and
smiled. Without any encouragement she reached for my soft cock
and started to play and fondle it, all the while grinning lewdly
at me. I smiled and chuckled at her willingness to please and as
my cock rose she began to stroke and moved towards it in
preparation to suck me. I grinned and shook my head and taking a
hand, helped her up off the couch. I copped a flash of her inner
sex as she splayed her legs to get traction to lever herself off
the loveseat. I put an arm around her and guided her to the
bedroom. She reached for my wagging cock and pushed it playfully
so it bobbed about as she flicked it and as I walked. She was
grinning at me and no doubt anticipating the next bout of sex,
where I would do whatever I liked. It was odds on in her mind
that it wouldn�t be new as we had exhausted all the usual
positions and preambles to fucking. Of course she was wrong. Once
in the bedroom I took the bandana and tied her hands behind her
back. This caused the first show of concern on her part, since we
had started out sex games two days earlier. She stood with her
wrists lashed together with the red and white spotted material. I
guided her up onto the bed and made her kneel, and taking a
second blue spotted bandana, I tied the junction of her bound
wrists to one of the lattice bars in the middle of the headboard
of the bed. She craned her neck to see what I was going to do
next; a look of real concern on her pretty young face. I reached
across and took the Vaseline from the night stand and unscrewed
the lid. To date, we had used very little lube and I could see
she was somewhat quizzical, as well as obviously apprehensive. I
took a generous amount of the grease on my fingers and shuffling
forward on my knees, I touch it too her anal pucker. The
realization of my intentions hit her immediately and she gasped
and cried out no and twisted her body away from me, falling on
her side in an effort to scramble up the bed. How she thought she
was going to escape I don�t know but I guess this was a natural
instinct to distance herself from me.

Rather than try and pull her back round so she faced up the bed,
I lunged after her and as she had her legs splayed as she twisted
onto her side, I pinned the leg on the bed with my knee and using
my free hand without the grease, I held the other leg up and drew
it over my shoulder and locked it there. I now had her splayed
open and pinned and locked at the knees. She gasped and began
gabbling at me in Spanish, and sobbing as I knelt and spread the
Vaseline around the asshole area; and then as she realized she
could not struggle to stop me she lowered her head to the pillow
and sobbed as I slowly worked the greasy emollient into her anus.
I went back to the jar twice and soon had her slick and easy to
slide two fingers in. All the while she sobbed and muttered her
obvious objection to what I had planned in Spanish. This was the
first time she had objected or resisted anything I had done so
far. I wiped the residue of the Vaseline up and down my cock
which was now hard due to the excitement I felt from her
resistance. I now set about pulling her round so she faced the
head board again. This proved easier said than done because she
realized I was now ready to sodomize her and she kicked and
struggled and I found her a handful to get twisted back straight
along the middle of the bed. Somewhere in the struggle I started
to get annoyed and I blurted out that Julio was a better fuck
than she was if this was how she was going to carry on.

�Julio took it like a man,� I spat at her. �Mano o� mano,� I
said, using one of the few Spanish phrases I knew.

To my surprise she stopped resisting, although she was still
sobbing and complaining, but she surrendered and I was able to
get her back on her knees. With her hands tethered to the
headboard, she had tucked her elbows down on the bed and was
supporting her torso. She dropped her head and nestled it on the
inner forearms as they converged at the wrists; bound by the
bandana. I eased her knees apart on the bed and gazed at the
beauty of her sex, plump and inviting nestled between the half
globes of her beautiful tanned butt cheeks. The darker rose
pucker just up from the dilated vaginal opening; a dull sheen
around it, from the Vaseline smeared in her asshole. I was ready.
I moved forward cock in hand and presented the mushroom head, now
slick with precum and the shaft greasy from the excess Vaseline
from my hands, and touched it to her tiny opening. She gave a
gasp and sobbed. The inevitable had arrived.

I had prepared her well and my cock head eased past her sphincter
without too much effort. She complained and moaned her
displeasure but it was more a token of her objection. I did not
sense there was any real pain, but I took it slowly and allowed
several minutes of easing back and forth until I was buried to
the hilt with my balls hanging against her butt. She was now
groaning continuously; a low throaty complaint against the
thickness stretching her open. I slowly sodomized her.
Luxuriating in the tight heat of her asshole. I made sure not to
jerk or twist her; just slow deliberate in and out strokes. Out
until I could see the underside of the head; and in until our
bodies were pushed firmly together.  I drew the ass-fuck out for
about ten minutes; thinking about my friends Warren and Patrick
and how used to this view they both must be. That is of course if
they both take turns at Top and Bottom. From the in stroke, I may
have been in a man or boys ass. Only when I pulled back could I
see the glimpse of her labia either side of my cock lodged in her
ass. It had occurred to me that with Warren and Patrick, neither
one nor the other was the feminine side of the relationship. I
just assumed they were both masculine and dicked each other in
turn.

It was somewhere after I had exhausted these idle musings on gay
sex that I absentmindedly leaned over her back and began stroking
her breasts. Reaching under as they hung below her; and I began
working the nipples. To my surprise I noted how hard they were.
In all of the sex prior to now, they were normally erect. Not
hard, not soft. But now they were rock hard. And as I twirled and
pinched them, the steady grunting and sighing that I had become
almost oblivious to, changed in tune and pitch. Not the low
guttural groans she had been making earlier as I sawed in and out
of her. She became noticeably vocal in a way that it occurred to
me she was actually enjoying this. I became far more interested
in what she might be experiencing and concentrated on working the
nipples alternating with grasping the small breasts and roughly
massaging them. The pitch of her moaning was definitely more
familiar to me, as a woman enjoying sex. I was barely moving now;
so heightened was my attention to her. I trailed one hand under
her body, along her tummy and over the bushy hair on her pubis,
and manipulated the hood of her sex where the lips met at the
top. I slipped my index finger over her clitoris and she
immediately gave a gasp and the tone of her moaning went up an
octave. I did this a few times; flicking the clitoris and
realized she was now making small jerking movements with her hips
as my fingers moved off the spot. She was trying to keep herself
in contact. My God she was getting off on what I was doing. Why?
I had labored over her in identical fashion the past two days;
only buried in her cunt. I had stroked and twiddled and fondled
breasts and clitoris before, to no avail. Maybe it was the bonds
that held her. Was it the excitement of being captive that
brought about this arousal? I moved my free hand behind to the
Vaseline jar I had left without the top on the bed. I was able to
scoop a little gel onto my fingers and I traded the hands
massaging her clitoris. I used the Vaseline to ensure my fingers
would not be chafing or irritating and slowly worked the little
nubbin. All the while noting the change in her noises and I was
now sure she was actually getting off.

I worked her gently and occasionally stopped fucking while I
masturbated her carefully. She was now moaning in a constant
pitch and I was excited within myself that I was finally getting
to her . I recognized the surging whine becoming a wail and
nearly cried out in joy as she suddenly tensed and began to gasp,
counter-pointed with sobs on her exhale, that it became real she
was actually in the throes of quite an intense orgasm. I worked
the clitoris harder and almost as an afterthought, began pumping
in and out of her again, For about thirty seconds she wailed
loudly, tremors running through her young body, as she gasped and
wailed her appreciation of what was happening to her. Her head
was turned sideways lying against her forearms and I could see
her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish as she went through
the orgasm; her hands twisting frantically in the bandana bonds.
In short she was now cumming hard. I quickened my pace at fucking
her ass; desperately trying to catch her. I only just succeeded.
She was winding down with deep groans and gasps of pleasure as I
raised my voice in a series of effeminate cries as I unloaded
strong spurts into her tight ass and bowel. I was delirious with
joy at what we had achieved and I continued to cry out and gasp
in pleasure as I emptied my balls inside, jammed as hard into her
as I could get.

I rolled her on her side and eased the bandana, tightly  looped
around the bed head lattice work, down to pillow height so she
could lie with her elbows tucked into her chest and her head on
her forearms. I eased up behind her and held her and we drifted
off into afterglow, in this spooned position. Huddled close,
spent from the passion and exertions of our orgasms. After about
fifteen or twenty minutes, my consciousness returned and I
regarded her lying with her back tucked into me as I held her.
She had had a very strong orgasm. I pondered if she had had one,
if any, of this magnitude iefore. I was trying to get my head
around the fact that no matter what I did previously, she showed
no spark of arousal. But two things changed that. She was tied
and unable to get away, and I was sodomizing her which clearly
started out as something she feared. Was it one or the other or
both that triggered the small volcano inside her? I held her and
felt the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed
rhythmically in her sleep.

I sodomized her twice more before sunrise. It was just gone
midnight when I started normal foreplay. I had broken my own rule
of no timepiece and rolled to look at my wrist watch on the night
stand where I had placed it the day I arrived. I untied her from
the bed and released her wrists she sat rubbing the feeling back
into her hands and once I realized she was feeling more
comfortable I drew her down beside me and we made out slowly.
Kissing and running hands over each others body. After a few
minutes of constrained interchange I slid a hand between her legs
and started to finger her. She was moist from the small amounts
of Vaseline I had plied her with when I masturbated her while I
sodomized her, and this to allowed me to push two fingers inside
her without too much friction or discomfort, save a few short
intakes of breath when I tried to get a third digit alongside the
others. She reciprocated by taking me and awkwardly jacking me
hard. She then twisted her body around and bent down to my groin
and I felt the warmth of her mouth slide over the head of my hard
cock. For several minutes she sucked and stroked. I realized she
was purposely accelerating her efforts and knew she wanted to
make me cum quickly. To blow me away and remove any further
lustful thoughts I might have at assaulting her young body once
more. She must be feeling the strain of being so regularly
fucked. Realizing her ploy, I eased her up and muttered �easy,
easy,� and smiled knowingly at her; letting her know I was not
about to let go this soon after our engagement had resumed. I
took the bandanas and made her lie back. Taking a wrist in turn,
I bound her to a bed head lattice with each of the bandanas; her
arms the width of the bed head. The look of concern was back and
she lay watching me. For the next few minutes I worked her
nipples in turn as I finger fucked her. She started to relax,
having at first held herself quite rigid as I worked her over. I
still could not detect any sexual lubrication despite working her
clitoris and nipples in unison. This was quite confusing given
her previous reaction to my treatment of her nipples during the
anal sex. I had restrained her and was working the nipples but
yet she failed to ignite as before. It must have been either the
fear of the anal penetration or the pain of the penetration
itself, that turned her on so violently before. I let my fingers
stray to the bottom of her slit and then across the perineum and
stroked the pucker. She flinched and her eyes flew open and a
look of anxiety came over her face once more. That was it. The
thought of the anal penetration was the catalyst with the
restraints, that got her going. I eased a finger into her anus
and she twisted and groan �no� as she felt my finger slide up to
the second knuckle. She repeated her plea but I ignored her and
slowly worked the tight ring open. It was still relatively greasy
from the earlier application of Vaseline, and my cum. Soon I was
smearing more Vaseline on my fingers, and pushing her legs open
wider with my upper body, I reamed and greased her with my
fingers. Smearing the Vaseline into her tight anal canal once
more. She was now twisting against the bonds and her head was
thrown back with her eyes tight shut as she moaned her objection.
But her nipples had hardened considerably. I tested her libido 
by stroking her clitoris and she jumped and gave a sharp intake
of breath. She was turning on again.

I teased her clitoris with my thumb with my fingers pushed in her
anus. Leaning forward I nipped and sucked the bullet hard nubbins
on her breasts. She was starting to writhe in obvious enjoyment,
and sensing she was lost in her pleasure, I eased over her
slipping the fingers from her ass, and guided my cock to her
rosebud. I eased into her with several short pushes and she
sighed  as I rolled over her and hitched her legs up and she
helped me rest them on my shoulders. I started to sodomize her
once more. Gradually working the angle of my body and her legs to
allow a straight slide into her tight chute. Once engaged I
slowly fucked her and ravaged her nipples with my mouth and teeth
once more. She moaned and settled into enjoying the anal sex.
Neither of us lasted long. Within five minutes she was restless
and moving her hips and pulling against the bandanas as her
pleasure mounted. I took my lust from her reaction and started to
pound her harder. I noticed her eyes were screwed shut. There was
a large element of pain and discomfort in what was happening to
her but it seemed to spur her towards another violent orgasm and
she let out a low long moan, with occasional gasps for breath and
continued the pitch of her wailing. I felt the junction between
our bodies suddenly wet and bending my head down I saw she was
pissing against me. Hissing and fizzing as she let her bladder
go. I wasn�t sure if this was the female ejaculation or that
simply having her ass plugged with a violent orgasm taking place,
had made her lose control and simply pee. I came hard and shouted
out �oh God� several times in a pathetic display of abandonment
as I emptied myself once again into her ass. Pushing deep as I
could with each strong spurt. She gasped and wrung a sob as I
went deep. This was clearly painful but she held her body rigid
against the bonds as I finally emptied my balls for what seemed
like the hundredth time into her body. It was nowhere near a
hundred times but the last four days of erection and ejaculation
morphed into what seemed like a forever fuck and cum.

I had collapsed on her and her legs slid off my shoulders. We
passed out this way. We must have been asleep for some hours as
it was just before daybreak when I was roused by her voice
calling my name and she was pushing her hips against me to nudge
me awake. I lifted my sleepy head from the side of her shoulder
where I had been laying and raised myself on my hands. I was soft
and had long slipped from her anus. She motioned urgently to the
door and I turned expecting to see someone standing there. But
what she was trying to tell me was she wanted to go to the
bathroom. Several times she motioned her head and jerked her
groin against me as a signal to let her up. I undid each wrist
with some difficulty. Her pulling and thrashing against the
bandanas had tightened the knots. Eventually I got her loose and
she quickly slid from under me and vanished to the bathroom. I
rolled over on my side an looked at the bed sheet. There was a
large damp spot. Obviously from when  she had squirted during the
last orgasm. I lay there regarding the tousled bed and decided I
needed a piss as well. I padded towards the small bathroom and
she was still in there, so I headed out the back door and went
into the early dawn and pissed against one of the palms that
ringed the villa. When I returned to the bedroom, she was
crouching with her back to me and inspecting the sheet. No doubt
remembering she had let her bladder go during the sex. With the
half crouch of her hips and her legs slightly parted, I could see
the full sex lips framed by he beautiful globes of her buttocks.
She hadn�t heard me come back in so I stood for thirty seconds or
more and watched her. I involuntarily stroked my cock and I
became erect instantly. I didn�t stop to think but stepped
forward and grabbed her from behind. She started at my touch but
then relaxed. I held her upper arms pinned against her sides and
dry humped my erection several times and it skidded between her
legs and I rubbed my length along her slit with small humping
movements as I held her; my body enveloping hers. She eventually
bent down to the bed as she struggled to support my body weight
and in this position, I reached one hand back and taking my cock,
slipped into her tight cunt. She gasped and moaned and I slowly
dog fucked her bent over the side of the bed. We had been her
many times the previous days and she spread her arms out on the
bed, and moving her face just off the wet patch lay her cheek
against the sheet and allowed me to fuck her at my pleasure. I
worked her for several minutes. Easing back more upright and
watched my cock pull and push the back of her vaginal opening,
she was that tight. I could also see the brown ass pucker and the
dull sheen from the copious Vaseline that I had smeared. My cum
would also have leaked from her and be adding to the general
greasy nature of her anal canal and surrounding flesh.

While barely missing a beat I slipped out of her cunt and pushed
full against her rosebud on the inward stroke. She reared up in
surprise and turned her head scowling at me, and I sensed she was
about to rebel against this intrusion. Too late for her to twist
away from me as the slicked blunt head of my cock simply punched
the sphincter apart and the already slimy orifice offered little
resistance as I slid balls deep in one firm push. She yelped as I
buried myself home and briefly she tried to stand upright in an
effort to push me out and off. But I pushed her hard on her
shoulders and flattened her against the bed and she surrendered
all fight as I shoved hard in and out of her tight asshole. Her
face had inadvertently landed on the wet spot and she tried to
twist away from the urine smelling sheet. Her long black hair
splayed over her head, shoulders and bedclothes like a raven
mane. I ignored her plight and pushed her firmly in the middle of
her shoulder blades to hold her in position. I fucked her hard
and quickly picked up the pace as my carnal lust consumed me and
she was groaning and gasping in considerable discomfort as she
tried to twist this way or that to remove some of the pain. But
holding her steady I plowed on regardless of her feeling and
eventually came loudly and cried out in obscene gratitude at the
pleasure that was overtaking me. Like so many times before, she
did not come, but took me as stoically as she could. Not once had
I moved on her breasts, nipples or clitoris. I had simply fucked
her ass to my own pleasurable release. The rising sun slowly
illuminated the room and the day had arrived as I scrambled over
her onto the bed, roughly dragging her with me, and passed out
clutching her to me.

I awoke some time later. Renata had gone. I looked around the
room and gathering my awareness of this day as the day I was to
leave, I realized I had been asleep for a few hours since
daybreak. A sense of panic rushed through me that I had
overslept. Jorge was to collect me at eleven and I scrambled for
my watch to check the time. It was just gone ten o�clock. I had
time. I got up and checked the villa in case Renata was in the
living area or bathroom. But she had gone. I showered and dressed
and started to pack my bag. I stripped the bed and threw the
linen in a hamper. The villa was serviced every other day, but I
had relayed a message through the service number not to bother. I
didn�t want house maids arriving with me having Renata in the
place. Jorge arrived shortly after eleven and beamed at me. He
still looked unwashed, unkempt and the familiar sheen of sweat
and smell of body odor was ever present.

�Senor Allan she is a beautiful day,� he said effusively.

I nodded slightly, not wanting to encourage him into polite
conversation.

�I�m ready if you are,� I said gruffly.

He looked hurt at my unfriendly manner. We trudged up the short
steep slope to his car above the villa and I threw my bag on the
back seat and climbed in beside it. Jorge climbed in behind the
wheel and after slamming the door several times to ensure it
latched shut, he turned and beamed at me.

�Senor Allan. The small matter of two hundred and seventy five
dollars�� he tapered off with a raise of his eyebrows.

�Don�t worry Jorge,� I growled. �You�ll get your money. When we
get to the airport, as agreed,� I reminded him.

He looked disappointed and then nodding reluctantly turned back
towards the wheel and started the old Buick. The car sputtered
into life and soon we were heading away from the resort area of
the coast towards the city where I was to catch my flight back to
Philly. I sat silent in the back of his battered old car;
thinking about what had occurred the past five days. It was a
watershed in my sexuality. Not much of which was entirely
wholesome. Underage sex with a boy and a teen girl did not
classify me as an upstanding citizen. But my learned penchant for
anal sex was a new horizon I had sailed over. One which brought
much pleasure and I wondered how I would go about satisfying this
delight back in the US. There was a stiffer moral awareness
against pedophilia and statutory rape in our society; unlike some
of the third world indifference to such encounters here.  US
society was fraught with dangers and serious punishment if
caught. I had to concede it wasn�t just anal sex that excited me;
it was the youth and willing fervor that Julio in particular had
brought to the act. Yet he had not orgasmed anywhere near as
violently as Renata. Perhaps the anatomical differences did not
change for Julio. His orgasm driven by the young penis. Yet while
Renata�s orgasm was also driven by normal female erogenous zones
I was positive the restraints had magnified her enjoyment and
that had been totally instrumental in her pleasure. Why else had
she only cum when bound to the bed. I had manipulated all of the
areas I knew of the female G-spots without success, until she was
bound to the bed. On the other hand Julio had no such artificial
stimulation or excitement and his orgasm was pure youthful
ejaculation through stimulation by his own hand while being
buggered.

It was these thoughts I was suddenly torn from when I heard Jorge
yell �sheeiit� loudly and felt the car lurch and suddenly we were
rolling sideways down a short steep bank. I clung to the seat;
and as if everything was in slow motion, one rear door of the car
flew open and I instinctively pitched forward and out. I came to
rest uphill of the car which was lying on its roof with dust and
steam gathering around as it rocked to a halt. Dragging myself to
my feet I looked up to the road and saw several faces peering
down at us in disbelief. I turned and looked at the car which had
all the doors opened now. Sprung by the twisting of the car as it
rolled down the bank. I couldn�t think what had caused Jorge to
swerve off the road but it was obviously sudden and unexpected. I
scrambled down the bank towards the car and could smell the hot
stench of oil on the engine block, and the filthy acrid smell of
old water from the radiator as it scalded onto the ground. I
couldn�t see Jorge at first so circled round the side of the car
and then saw him. I turned away quickly then looked back. He was
pinned under the car and his face was bloated and his eyes
bugging. I didn�t need to check a pulse to know he was dead. His
neck probably broken judging by the angle his head was turned
towards me. I stood transfixed at his death mask and soon hands
were taking my shoulders. I was assisted up the steep slope by
two young men dressed in peasant clothes. When I was taken to the
road, I realized we were in a short stretch of rural road,
between two villages, I had remembered on the pleasant drive to
the villa the day I had arrived. The young men spoke soothingly
to me in Spanish. Obviously asking if was I OK. Soon a teenage
boy arrived up the bank carrying my bag and camera case. To my
surprise he spoke quite good English.

�The car senor. She swerve to avoid the pigs on the road. Then
vroom, and boom, boom,� he described with his hands the swerve
and roll of the car.

So Jorge had been spooked by the sudden appearance of pigs as he
came around the corner, and swerved off the road to avoid them.
There was no evidence of the animals, which had most likely fled,
so I had to take their word for it. More onlookers arrived and
peered down the bank. I walked to the edge and saw a man standing
with his hands out to the side in a sort of srug gesture.
Obviously conveying Jorge was dead.

�Senor, you go to the airport?� the boy asked. �Yes, ah, yes,� I
stammered. Still somewhat shaken at the experience of seeing
Jorge�s staring bug eyed in his death.

�The bus. She leave the village soon. She take you there,� he
offered.

�How far to the village,?� I asked keen to take up his suggestion
of the bus.

�Not far senor. One kilometer. No more,� he answered.

�How can I get there?� I asked looking around. There were no
vehicles gathered as yet.

�We can take you with the burrow and cart,� he offered.

�What about the accident, the police�?� I stammered. I couldn�t
just leave the scene.

�Best you leave now senor,� the young boy suggested. �The police
do not always see things as they are. Often they seek to punish
who is left in matters like this. There is a funeral to pay for
now. The governor won�t want to pay. They might think the taxi
passenger should contribute�� he tapered of with a raising of his
eyebrows.

He was a sharp kid. I wondered if he had ever put himself before
men as Julio had, when he was younger. Geez I was now starting to
see every pre or post-pubescent kid as a sex partner. So I was
transported from the scene of Jorge�s fatal car wreck to the next
village by burrow and cart, where the old US school bus style
coach was being loaded with people and livestock. I was given a
seat near the front and held my bag as we ground our way into the
city. Suffice to say I was still two hundred and seventy five
dollars better off with Jorge�s demise though it hardly warranted
his death as a way of saving the expense. In a way I was sad I
could not have given the money straight to Julio and Renata. They
had done all the work, as it was. Instead I slipped the boy a
fifty I had and he was blown away by my generosity. I made my
flight on time.

As I sat in the airplane, eyes lightly closed, I visualized
Renata�s beautiful body. The beautiful breasts and dark brown
nipples; the contour from her inner groin to the upper swell of
her pubis to her sex with the bush of hair and the slightly
wrinkled inner lips, and the slit down to the darker hue of her
perineum and on to the sweet anus. I visualized Julio as he stood
holding his butt cheeks open in the shower. The sight of half my
cock protruding from his tight orifice; the vein sticking up
along the exposed length. The double chin his mouth formed as he
knelt and engulfed a third of my cock, as it stretched his young
lips. Or Renata�s crying out loudly the twice she came. And the
fizz and hiss as she pissed herself in delirium during her second
orgasm. But most of all, on top of their physical charms, I
remembered their youth. I set my face grimly at the prospect of
never being able to enjoy youthful sex again. Or would I? Where
could I find a boy as willing as Julio; or a girl as sensuous as
Renata? I am sure they did exist in my world somewhere. But where
to look. Once thing for sure; there was to be no Allan and
Carmel, given this expanded horizon I needed to explore. A hunger
I had never recognized was now upon me. I truly had solved my
dilemma of commitment to cozy domesticity. But in doing so I had
created a new dilemma. Underage sex. Boy or girl; it was all an
allure to me now. What would become of me?




The End

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