1 comments/ 10222 views/ 1 favorites Christening the Jaguar Temple By: some_boy So, I've known Anjin (pronounced like "lawn-jean") for 7 years, & been married to her for 4 of those. It's a great life, let me tell you. This story is about how we met some new friends on a trip and, well, it's a little bit racy, and doesn't make me look real good. Still, I may as well tell it like it is: there's little enough in life worth really worrying about, so why get embarrassed, eh? But, I'm getting ahead of myself. This all started last winter, when we realized we were finally getting a little money socked away. We figured that when the tax return came in, it would cover the bills that month, and we had enough for a vacation. Now in late February, if you live in Boulder Colorado, you're thinking MEXICO! Well to get past the beginning, we got on the internet and found a cheap all included deal in the classiest place we figured we could afford, and off we went! I was really psyched to get my wife on the beach: she's HOT. A lanky 5'10" long brown hair in a pony tail with a few wisps loose around her face, and maybe 130 lbs, all muscle and tits. When I go in a grocery store, I like to hang back and watch her stop traffic at the cash register. The checker boys are unABLE to look down at the groceries they're supposed to be bagging: they just keep on moving their arms, feeling blindly for the food, with their heads on a swivel looking at her. It's pretty funny, and would be a cause for jealously, except I actually pity them a little cause this little look is all they get, while I know I'll be getting the whole package, undressed, later that night. It's hard not to say something to that effect, actually. Anyway, you get the picture. In Mexico, we got off the plane and onto the bus without a hassle: they had a tour guide waiting there. He wanted to get our luggage but we didn't have anything besides a carry-on each: couple of swimsuits, t-shirts and a nice outfit, basically. By the time we got to the hotel, way south of the Cancun airport, it was late and we were tired of sitting on our butts. The hotel room was fine, but on our budget, it was kinda industrial scale, one of hundreds, and not a spectacular view or anything. So we left. The resort complex itself though, that was another story. They had all kinds of stuff going on, bars, a big dance pavillion, and a fire on the beach next to another bar. We picked that one and danced to some reggae band (all played my Mayan locals: go figure). I suck at dancing, but who cares: I get to see her shake it, right? A little later, at the bar, watching other better dancers shake it, Anji says to me, "Hey Jago (my name's Jago) let's sign up for the tour to go see that pyramid!" She was pointing to a poster on the wall of one of those ancient temples, a thousand steps high, surrounded by jungle and covered in green moss and ancient runes, probably of guys getting their heads chopped off like in that movie, Apocalypto. "Sure," I said, "that'll be cool. Only maybe we can get a cheap trip over there for less than that price though..." It said $89 per person, on the legend under the poster on the wall. "Aww, let's splurge. That's less than the price for the room, and all we can do there is sleep." "You gotta be kidding! That had better not be *all* we can do there, cause if it is, this iw the wrong vacation, and you're the wrong Anjii" I joked back. immediately. "Ok," she replied, grinning, "you got me there. The room may have SOME uses I guess, but we've got to spend some time outside, so we may as well do it Mayan style, with stone temples and jungles and iguanas, right? Anyway, just imagine what your Mom would say if we come back and didn't see that thing?" (My Mom's kind of a history buff.) "You're right. It's only money, let's blow it ALL." We asked the bartender how to sign up, and he took care of us right there. Old Mexico is a lot more efficient than the stereotypes give it credit for, at least in terms of separating gringos from their dinero. We finished the night with the usual festivities, proving I was right about the usefulness of a hotel room on a Caribbean vacation, and basically staying up 'till dawn. After that, the plan was to spend the day hanging on the beach, getting a head start on our sunburns and recovering from all the travel with a few drinks. The drinks were free, which was a good thing, 'cause I got one sticky chick drink poured on my head for spending a microsecond too long checking out some hot topless Swedish babe under the next cabana. Ok maybe it was 30 seconds, but it was just looking! Hey, it was impossible NOT to: she had really huge boobs, long blond braids, the most gorgeous, nut brown breasts that looked like they'd never been cooped up indoors, and, did I mention her tits? Not only that, but she wore bangeley gold nipple rings that sparkled and swung in time with the anatomy while she rubbed suntan lotion on her shoulders. You could NOT take your eye off her, or I didn't, anyway, until Anjin poured that whole drink down my shirt! I yelled so loud people took notice, even the Swedish chick. She laughed and that just made her boobs bounce more, and I found I couldn't look away from that either, so I got punched, hard too. This caused Anjii, who up until then had been downright modest in her string bikini, to get a little bit actually pissed, and out for revenge. "So, is that all you want, some shameless T&A?" she asked. "Well maybe I should just go for a swim, since you've got such a Radar lock on Heidi over there that you can't give ME Any attention!" And with that she sat up, reached behind her neck and pulled on the string. After untying the top and throwing it at me, she got up, adjusted her suit UP, INTO her butt crack (the reverse of the usual motion), and walked down to the water. I followed, not wanting to miss this, and having a certain amount of coconut goo in my hair and all over my pants that I kinda wanted to wash off, before I had to explain it to anybody. As I scrambled to follow, I looked back over for one final peak at Heidi's milk chocolate tits, and saws her pointing us out to her predictable good looking boy friend. The caught me looking, he waggled a finger, she waggled a lot more than that, and I gave the sheepish trademark Michael Jordan shrug as I ran off after my Anji, to do some apologizing. At first she played angry, and I had to say she was cuter than any giant breasted Aryan breeding machine. And she said to prove it I should have to go apologize to her tits in person, for a minute each. Since they were underwater, this was a challenge, but I managed it on two breaths. Then going back to get her top, she wanted me to make a promise to fuck her especially good tonight. Now, I was really beat, and this meant she wanted a serious marathon of fucking, I knew. So please don't blame me for saying, "How about tomorrow, Anjin-san, I'm kinda tired today." Now, usually that gets a rise out of her. When we first met, I started calling her that because of a book I read, where the main character is a sailor who travels to Japan, and they call him Anjin-san. But that's not what I told her. When she asked me about the nickname, I told her it was a famous Hawaiian Sumo wrestler who weighed 400 lbs. That was a good laugh for a couple of years until she happened to read the same book one rainy weekend and my joke was ruined. Think I got punched for that one, too. This time though, she didn't react overtly. Just tipped her head to the side for a second, swimsuit forgotten in her hand, pondering, and then said, "ok." ...just like that, and then continued putting her top back on. I realize this was the beginning of a plan now, but at the time I had no idea. So the next day was Jaguar Temple day, starting with a bus ride that erased any memory of any shower you ever had inside the first 5 minutes. Luckily I'd expected something like this and brought a backpack with a lot of water, and all the spare fruit and nuts from the hotel minibar (also free!) just so we wouldn't die of hunger or thirst on this expedition. I started to think we might die of heat stroke anyway before we got there though. The bus had little windows, but nothing seemed to come in but more humidity. There was a bright side though: it made all the girls shirts pretty clingy, and Anjii was no exception. The rest of the ride was uneventful until right up at the end when we got there. If you can believe it, I saw that same Swedish girl and her boyfriend getting out of a car a couple of parking spaces down from our bus. "If you even LOOK at her you're getting another drink on your head, mister," I heard from the direction of the hand that was grabbing my ass hard enough to hurt. I wasn't noticing Heidi this time though, I was noticing their little POS rental car which must nontheless have had Air Conditioning, and I was pretty jealous of that. Oh well, THAT wouldn't last. We got off the bus and (oh shit) onto a big golf cart thing: same temperature but no shade. But it was mercifully short: end of the transporting and we were at the ruins at last. It was really neat, jungle and stone and parrots in the trees. We did the Temple of the Jaguar first, it was th biggest. There was an excellent view from the top, buy we couldn't stay long 'cause there was a long stream of people coming, and only room for about 4 couples on the very top, arranged around this big low stone bench made from a single giant hunk of rock. Surely they sacrificed people right there. You could imagine it. I looked for bloodstains on the limestone, but it was mostly corroded to black and of course that was centuries ago. I thought "it didn't look comfortable..." crazy thought, like they'd care how the doomed guy might get a sore back or something. I had a good time following Anjin's ass up all the steps. It was just SO fucking hot outside that clothes were ridiculous. Even though she was wearing just a tank and some little shorts, those came off almost right away, revealing a bikini bottom. She took the top out of her backpack and just changed into it on top of one of the lesser pyramids, giving a show to maybe 100 people, if they were looking just then. Next we took a little tour. It cost money, but there was a movie about Mayan life, and they advertised air conditioning, so we fell for it. The one little wall unit hardly qualified, but hey, it was shade, and we had a chance to eat something. When we came out it was raining like crazy. People were sprinting for the tour bus. Or walking, I should say: it had been a long day of going up literally hundreds of stairs. But not for us. One benefit of living in Boulder is you get pretty good lung capacity from hiking in the mountains, and it's high altitude. So these pyramids weren't that big a deal for us, and we had only got a minute on top of the Jaguar temple. Now the place was practically deserted. Anji must have been thinking the same thing... "Hey Jago, let's go back up the Jaguar one, can we?" she asked. "We only got a second to look around the first time. I want to take in the view." "you'll get all wet" ...I said. "Exactly." "That sounds good to me!" I chuckled, and pretended to grab for her. So naturally she ran away into the rain, laughing. I chased her all the way over to the temple, and most of the way up it before she gave up. A couple dozen steps from the top she stopped, turned around and plopped down. We sat together holding hands and looked out at the emptying parking lot. "We better go, catch our bus..." I said. "There's another one at 5:00. It's the last one and we can take it, I checked this morning" she replied. "Wow, aren't you all organized?" She came back with, "Yep, you better believe it. So now we can just sit here and enjoy the view for..." She looked at her watchless wrist, "...umm, a Nice Long Time!" And with that triumphant recovery, she reached back and untied that bikini top again. In a few seconds, my wife was leaning back into the rain, eyes closed hair plastered to her shoulders, beads of water collecting on her breasts. I thought of all the sacrifices they used to have on these temples, wondered if the ghosts of those Mayans could see her now arching her back to offer her tits to those same gods, like some modern sacrifice. I did what I thought the ancient priests would want me to, I reached over and grabbed 'em and stuffed one in my mouth! "Ahhh! Get away! Pig! Worse: Man!" she yelled. "A girl tries to commune with the natural world for One Second, and right away some horny dude comes out of nowhere trying to milk her dry!" She slapped me away laughing and ran up the last steps, fast. On the top, she turned around with a final taunt: "Next thing I know, there'd some big ole penis out, waaaaving it around in my face like it was some kinda special rare artifact I should take a picture of!" She vanished over the edge, giggling. I got up nice and slow, chuckling, and cupped my hands to yell up the stairs. "Nice try, chica, but there's nowhere to go up there, and here I come, so plop those boobs on the altar and get ready for the fertility ritual to begin!" I yelled, walking slowly up the last flight. I had no idea. When I got to the top, Anjin did not have her tits on the stone altar like I hoped: instead, she was lying on it. Naked. She'd stretched herself right to left lengthwise across the big stone bench, maybe 8' x 3', with her knees spread wide so her lower leg could hang down on either side. I remember her calf standing out in relief as it pressed against the stone dias. Anjii had her arms above her head, pretending like she was tied there, and was writhing back and forth like she was trying to get loose. In her best stage cry, she called, "Oh no, woe is me, it's the total solar eclipse, and I must be sacrificed to the great fat Jose Feliciano, god of sex, lacrosse and fish tacos!" Ok, so I'm not the smartest gringo ever to visit the ruins, and I HADN"T got my Mom's grasp of Mayan ritual, but I was pretty sure I had this one figured out about right, and I got straight to it. It didn't take me long to lose the camelback, shorts and my shoes and jump up on the table between her legs. "Who you callin' fat, senorita gringa dumbass?" (Yah, not my best line, but I had to make this stuff up on the fly.) "I will now show all these gathered peasants," and at that point I gestured in kingly fashion to my subjects, the thousands of palm trees standing silent below, like good peasants, "how Jose treats his favorite naked slave so that they may send their virgin daughters unto me!" The dialog gets a bit fuzzy in memory after that. Next I made up some shit about corn festivals and bringing the holy rain from my shaft of power and got down to the fucking. Which was fine with her. Now's the time to tell you a little about our relationship. Anjii can fuck for a LONG time. She is very interested, but at the same time very hard to get off. You can imagine, I love it, but it is a big job to screw her properly. Hey, I can run a freaking Marathon, and this really isn't much different. Usually when we have sex, we have to change the CD before it's over, and I try to sneak a couple-a advil ahead of time. Maybe a banana or glass of Gatorade too, to ward off muscle cramps. Why does it TAKE so long? I suppose you could say I haven't found her groove, and maybe it's true, but really, so what? Who cares? I think it's absolutely excellent, fantastic even, and she doesn't seem to mind. Plus, I don't give up until she's satisfied, or one of us falls asleep (ok, usually that's me, while she's changing the CD, and yah, she does mind that) Anyway, we have a great time. It's basically a challenge we have, a game to make the other cum first. You can imagine this might present a certain problem for me, 'cause she could get me off every time in 5 minutes or less if I'm not really, really careful, but I usually solve it by trying to beat off ahead of time, so I can resist her. After that I'm usually fine until exhaustion sets in. I once thought of quitting triathlon before I met Anjin, now I keep doing it mostly to make sure I can keep up with her in the sheets! So, that's our sex life in a nutshell: strenuous, and worth it. But today was gonna be a challenge. We hadn't had sex for a day and a half, the surroundings were stimulating to say the least, I was already WAY fired up, and I was a lot closer to exhaustion than I'd like to admit. We must've climbed a thousand stairs that day. Eaten nothing but a mango and some hotel nuts since breakfast, and hadn't had sex since the night we go to Mexico. I was at a serious disadvantage here. I needed a quick solicitous blowjob, an ice-cold beer and a nap, preferably all three in the same hammock, not a 45 minute, anaerobic redzone boinking! All the her play acting didn't help either. She had painted some sort of tiny hummingbirds on her breasts in blue (again, the movie came to mind: all that blue paint), drinking from her nipples. These were obviously designed to stay unnoticed under her bathing suit until now. Anjin obviously wasn't making it up on the fly, and I thought back to the promise she'd let me off on back at the beach: she had probably been cooking this up since right then. There were even two little blue penis characatures painted on her groin, dripping and pointed down to her pussy, like I needed THAT clue! I was about ready to spurt before I even got inside her, which gave me pause. I mean it literally made me stop and think for a second, on my knees, with my dick in my hand an inch from her cunt, on top of this temple, with the pressure of the entire Mayan civilization on my back, "How am I going to fuck this woman now?" Of course, all the men reading this can answer easily enough: "I don't know but I am sure-as-shit gonna give it a try!" ...which is about exactly what I thought, and what I did. We got after it right away with a pretty minimal further pretending that I was that hot Mexican guy from the movie and she was some virginal sacrifice. Almost right away I HAD to stop once or else cum and blow the whole sacrifice, so I said I had to do the ancient rain dance to ensure the harvest, and I pranced around the dias a couple of times, (hoping the last few people in the parking lot didn't see me), waiting for my hard-on to cool off just a little bit while she laughed at me and yelled stuff like "Get me a fresh priest, this one's overheating!" ...and that wasn't far from true. After a couple of minutes of that, it was down to business. The usual sweet, sweaty business. I started to settle down into a warm-up rhythm and started looking (way too early) for my inner second wind. My stomach and ass started to cramp and shake after a while: all those stairs, - so she gave me a turn on the bottom which was a much needed breather. I lay there as she sat straddling me and bouncing, enjoying her tits and watching my cock go in and out of her. Sex with Anjii is like a Gatorade commercial where the guy sweats radiator-fluid-neon green, and was like my three blissful minutes on my ass, relaxing between rounds. There was even the rain coming down on my chest and running off her body onto my crotch, cooling me. It was great. I started to feel just awesome and a little bit of energy trickling back into my legs. I leaned back and started to help some, lifting my hips in time, finding her rhythm and closing my eyes and leaning back off the edge of the stone table while the rain fell on my face. It was perfect. I grimaced and put my back into it. My quads were burning and I could feel the rough limestone scratching my ass and shoulder blades as I ground into her just As Hard as I could. Just then I heard a little gasp and opened my eyes. Straight ahead and upside down (ok, actually it's ME that was upside down, but it looked like that) was the top half of the blonde Swedish chick from the beach, ponytails, soaked-wet shirt, one hand to her mouth. What the heck, now? Christening the Jaguar Temple I yanked my head up: Anjii had her eyes closed and was fingering her nipple with one hand, the other stretched back straight armed to grabmy quad for support: she was focused inside her own head & seemed not to have heard. All this took a split second: I arched my neck back to the Swede, whacking my head on the stone edge in the process. It fucking hurt. Heidi was still there, seemingly petrified in that pose a few steps down from the top, but I thought maybe I could see the corners of her mouth now, behind her hand. "Hhhsyhh." I said, panting. Managed to bring my finger to my lips and after a couple of breaths,make the motion, and gasp out a real "Shushhhh" at her. Her eyes got big, but she nodded. Then she turned and disappeared down the stairs. This didn't seem to bode well, but I figured, or at least hoped, she wasn't running off to get the park police to lock me up. After a minute or something I realized I'd been distracted, was worrying about what Heidi was up to instead of what I was up to and THAT was sure wrong. Time for a switch. I pushed on Anjii's hips & got her to realize I wanted to maneuver. We don't talk too much, she likes to focus, but she's hyper-sensitive; she'll open her eyes wide and try to read my mind, responds to a light touch like we're dancing, so after I got her attention guiding her to her knees and elbows, facing out, down the steps was as easy as moving a sleepy, willing kitten. It's a cool feeling, thinking about her strong sinuous body, guided around by a light sliding finger touch. Like power steering. Or, like the walrus trainer at Sea World, manipulating his charge into position with light little whacks on the flank with his quirt. (I grinned; Anjin wouldn't like that comparison! I give her two tiny taps on the flank and she ootches over instinctively. "Skoothca-bahookie, girl." I think. Later, I'll remind her of that tap, to prove my walrus trainer point, ha ha.) I moved behind her then standing on toes, a little too low on the floor behind the stone bench, so she had to spread her stance a little to lower herself onto me. What a view though! Rain pelting down made smoky clouds of mist, erasing the horizon and darkening the green everywhere. Another smaller temple hulked across the now bare plaza lawn that had been a tourist packed parking lot just hours ago. The Mayan ritual fantasy was easier to imagine and I let my mind wander over the curve of her hips, imagining my lesser priests stood by my sides, jealous while thousands waited below to hear the cries of her orgasm. I plunged into her belly in two strokes, the light khaki of her ass bouncing off my hip bones. A little harder, grabbing her legs high, just below the pelvis so I can pull. She smacks into my lap on every thrust but despite the wet I can't get the slapping sound I thought of: there's too much bunched muscle in her rear to do more than bounce and I decide that's fine, she's fine. But the idea of "slap" fired my imagination. I hauled off with my right hand and smacked her hard like they do on a horse's rump to make her gallop off, and she yelled, loud. "Yaiee! There was a little echo off the other monument, She turned and flashed teeth at me. "Aaaaah! Ah.. ahhh. Bastard." I was rewarded by a hot pink mark on her ass: that would last a bit. I pictured the crowd cheering whatever they used for "Yeah, Baby!" in their ancient Mayan lingo. When have I ever heard the sound I want? Oh yeah, at a football game, "Defense, defense!" Fifty thousand maniacs on their feet, spilling beer and screaming for Ian Gold to tear a hole in the line and smash the QB back a dozen yards and save the whole season with one unanswerable blow. That's exactly right. That's how this crowd will feel when she cums and the crops are saved. I started to look at her other cheek, fitting my hand where I wanted the tattoo to go, low enough so it would show under whatever shorts she wore. Problem was she was too close to get the full, elbow-whipping leverage of an all-out swing. I wanted her to remember this one. I wanted a big cry. I gave a little smack. "Aaah!" ...a little, playful yell. Another one, and another yell, louder; she's liking it. She doesn't know I'm just practicing my swing. Reaching to the edge of the slab, it feels gritty so I rub my hand on it hard, scraping some of ages of weak corroded black rock off onto my palm, rubbing my fingers together they feel like pumice, like sandpaper. "Another smack, give me ano..."she's trying to say as I unwind the absolute hardest blow I can deliver. Damn why didn't I BEGIN with the left hand and finish with the right? Her scream sounds like she's been stabbed, and it echoes twice. The beet red bruise rises through the latte hue of the rest of her. Swinging, I'd twisted my torso so hard that I popped out, but she arches her back so I can get right back in and keep stroking. Meanwhile I raise fists to the crowd, like Lance Armstrong in Paris, but still thrusting, my body undulating like a snake, like swimming the butterfly. "Defense! Defense! Deee-Fense!" they scream and chant till hoarse, until subsiding down to something that sounds like nothing more than a hard rain on a thousand palmfronds. I look down to see her whimpering, head tucked down and left, lip bitten white, just rain or maybe it's tears running down her nose. I'm a shit. I lean forward over her back, face close as possible, stop my incessant fucking and gently, gently hold her shoulders, whispering. "Anjii, Jini honey I'm so sorry! Oh shit, oh girl, please. Let me make it, let me help...oh, sorry. Jini, jini-girl?" But she arched and jammed her hips up, lowering her shoulders like a push-up, shaking her head no. "Unnh, s'k, s'ok! Pushing haunches up, cheek on black limestone, whining, quietly, urgent: "No dunstop. Go, go. Gohard. C'mon, go..." Her brow furrowed, practically kissing the rock, and rocking her hips. So I catch her rhythm and go. I grab her waist and pull myself in hard, replacing wasted strength of my legs with fresh biceps. Long slow pounding, gentle now. She's starting to heat up, it won't be long now. A minor tremblor from deep in her reminds me I have a penis in the game. Hang in there, baby... With her face down, Anjin's nipples now graze the stone with each forward surge, dragging. Then on each backward pull, they catch like lugs on a trail shoe, and her breast rolls over, smothering delicate pink flesh to the gritty plank. I look up from her flank into Heidi's eyes. And Bruno, Mannfred, Lars, whateverthefuck hunk-boy is called, he's here too. They're transfixed. He's behind her, both hands up her shirt. HOW has Anjii not noticed? I glance. She's still cheek down, eyes open, but, unfocused and leftward. Don't want to ruin it now, got to finish her. I glare hate at them, but Lars just rolls his eyes and grins, reaches his chin forward and tries to chew Heidi's ear out of her head. She tilts her chin up and turns to get at his tongue, but her eyes stay locked on us, with a shrug. They're not going anywhere. Ok, I'll turn her. I reach under her chin with my left hand and pull her face up and left a little, & she opens up and looks at me, glazed. "Shhh, shhh. Little more honey." She whimpers. Shh means 'Stop buggin me 'cause I'm close and I need to focus,' but I gotta move her so she won't see them. "Anjii, sweetie, I gotta rest just a little, you go on top, k honey?" I whisper & pull out, levering myself on the bench, on my back, so she'll come to me, leftward and away from them. How she moves her body so smooth and twisty I don't know but she cantilevers her left leg out then over my head and she's on me almost before I can lay down and I never even came out and her face is This Close which is where I like it, where I can see her eyes moving under their lids. "Look sweetie, it's beautiful, remember it," I whisper and she snaps open &looks over my fact to the horizon & a big slow smile. "Yeeeaaaaahhhh" she says in a long slow meow, "preeeetty..." I LOVE her! I remember that feeling really strong, right then. I want all my skin to touch all her skin and so I crunch up a little, crushing her soft breasts into my ribcage, forcing her to arch her back run my arms all the way down, the inside of my elbows pressed to the bottom of her ribcage, forearms in the hollow above her hip, wrists on ass, thumbs pressed downward reaching for vulva and stretching my fingers as far to her inside thigh as I can reach. Not far, she's as tall as I. And again the rhythm. I'm not hardly doing anything now, though, it's all her. Hell, I FORGOT about the Swedes already! I smile to myself and look over: they're not missing anything. He's got her shirt half undone and she's got a wineskin full of something, Finlandia I bet, that she's hitting hard and then kissing into his mouth. Lars gives me the "thumbs-up" and I forget about them again. Anjii starts to lever herself up on me, hands digging into my pecs trying to hurt me back with a little feral grin. It hurts, but I pretend it hurts a lot more, giving a little hiss of agony. That gets her amped up a little, and she leans all the way back again, hands on my knees, breasts pointed out and face to the sky. She starts what I know will be the final lap. I try to help a little. Reaching back and smearing my hands on the stone floor I pick up a little gritty mud and rub it on her creamy belly, slow. We both have big grins now, and I know I'm not allowed to talk. Then she whips her head to the side to throw her hair over her shoulder and locks eyes with Lars & Heidi. Anjii only missed one thrust. A quick embarrassed little "ha-huh," and she's back to it, looking at me. Looking IN me. But talking to them, "Hi! Don't be shy, you can watch," this she said in a perfectly calm 'welcome to my tea party' voice. "Come up here so you can see better." she said with a big grin leaning forward again and putting her weight on her fists on my shoulders, fucking me hard now. I tried to help some more, and she turned back to them, her voice kinda cold now, "My dog is tired...he needs a drink, ok?" ...and she ruffled the hair behind my ear, like you would a good dog, "you wanna drink, Jago?" "Ja, shueah, ve haf plenty." Ok, so, so he's Hans, from Germany, not Lars from Finland. "Not you. Her. My dog wants to lick it off her tits." Oh my God! Ok, it was true, I guess. Can she freaking read my mind. She's right in My Face again, whispering. "Come on now baby, I'm gonna get you some water and you keep fucking, k? Get that ass in motion, good dog." Then, "Come ON!" ...to them. So I did the best I could and, sure enough after just a little bit Heidi's breast loomed over my face like a soft caramel Graf Zeppelin. I leaned my head back and she put it so close I couldn't even focus on it but I could see Hans behind squirting his leather bota bag full of whatever onto her chest and I tasted sweat and redwine. Most of it trickled down onto her belly though, so she lowered that breast down to my tongue so I could dam the flood. I turned my head back and forth, smearing wine and Germany all over my face and he kept squeezing the bag. It went down my throat, up my nose, glorious. I mouthed her nipple and felt the little stud that had replaced yesterday's chandeliers, like a dog bone. Sucked it in, and more wine. "Good dog!" panted Anjii. "Me, too..." I looked up, past Heidi's thunderclouds, I saw Hans offer the bota. "No." ...pause for three strokes and a wide-eyed glance at me, "No wine, I, --want cock." And she looked up at Hans and then down to little Hans, licked her upper lip, slowly. There was a fast quiet argument in German after that, but maybe Heidi didn't couldn't make much of an argument with her breast in my mouth, cause the argument ended with "Ja, zicher, und Ihr seid nachste," and the next sound was Hans unzipping. Soon I had a closer view of her mouth sliding around a dick than I'd ever gotten before. The table was kind of low for this and so Anj had to basically just lay right on me and tip her chin up and it was a bigger dick, too. That pissed me off I started to get jealous and worked on my motion, using my hips to ram Anjin's face onto him. She had one fist clamped around not-so-little Hans, presumably to keep from choking on the monster. I had a vision of depth gages on drill presses. One second I'd see Hans' wet head just being kissed on the tip, or even her mouth open and tongue reaching, and the next, Anji's lips would slide by, smash her nose into her thumb, like she was trying to swallow her fist. Couldn't decide if I liked this or hated it. Pretty fast, Hans was ready to blow and Anjii pulled him out and propped herself up so she could squirt it all over her chest like sauce. She usually swallows so maybe that was a concession for me, after all you wouldn't want your wife to get too intimate with a stranger! I suppose she didn't know why I laughed just then, but leaned down and wiggled to coat me too, giggling in reply, pushing away Hans' belly with her free hand, dismissing him. Rain and sweat and sand and cum. She was starting to go at last, I could tell. Back to me for the last assault on the summit. I tried to get with her but I was too tired. I switched to half her rhythm, lifting her hips as my stomach spasmed. That works. Tricky but I've got way more reserves in slow twitch muscle category. Plus I know this battle, I know it's Stalingrad, and you have to be all in, to win and I want to win, want to give it to her. Reward. Felt the first ripple that suddenly becomes sudden waves, the heat surge in her, & tried to let go myself and come along, but it was too late for me. It was like I couldn't hear, my ears were just filled with the sound of rain. I watched her face, could see she loved the way her body was making her feel, and gave me all the credit for it. I didn't cum, & didn't mind. I tried to keep going to prolong sensations for her, but that proved difficult after a few minutes. Anji stopped after not very long too, maybe she's a bit tired as well. She kneeled up, pulled her left leg over me and through the space between us and sat on the edge of the bench facing down the steps, legs spread, forearms on knees dripping and steaming. Hans and Heidi had sat down on the top step, arms around each other, watching the fireworks. Now they just looked at Anjii as she sat there facing them, open, panting, steaming and spent. Anjii looked like she needed a good combing and a nice sack of oats. Slowly her heaving chest settled to quiet breathing, mine too. It was too pure to be erotic, much less improper. I rolled off the bench and lay down, and she came and sat next to me, cross-legged, resting her hand on my belly and looking at the view. I think I nodded off, in warm misty rain. I think I saw Heidi's braid hanging off the edge of the stone, and definitely saw her her butt surging up and down one time, pistoned by something unseen, probably powered by big Hans, but I drifted off. I woke up in that same position, with Anji's mouth on mine and my dick in her mouth, thinking it wasn't too late for me today after all. Wait a minute, that's too many mouths! I craned my neck over to see a pleased Heidi admiring the results of her impressive suction. I tried to say something, who knows what it would've been, but Anjin kissed me back down to the ground and I just went with it. Afterwards, she snuggled up next to us, pecked me on the cheek and chirped, "Hallo, I am Trudi, and here is Villiam, too. It's nice to meet you and the very athletic girlfriend and your very strong penis!" "Nice to meet you and your spectacular tits, too, but do you mind if I maybe just call you Heidi?"