0 comments/ 10469 views/ 2 favorites Thunder of the Gods By: FarmerSean My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 19 chapters. This third part, Chapters 4-8, continues the story, with ever increasing erotic situations. The story's evolving sexual situations build towards a bizarre denouement at the end. Chapter 4 Reluctantly leaving Lake Catemaco and the Tuxtlas, Lacee and Philip were soon in the lowlands surrounding the mountains. By mid-morning they were nearing the port of Coatzacoalcos, which Philip had first visited twenty years ago when it was a busy, but still quaint, seaport town. With the advent of a rapidly expanding oil industry in the mid-seventies, Coatzacoalcos had changed overnight into a filthy boom town, complete with unhealthy air and paralyzing truck traffic. They chose to avoid most of the city, skirting it on the new highway headed for the oilfields of Tabasco. Soon they passed the turnoff to La Venta, once the site of a major Olmec ceremonial center, but now greedily disinterred in the rush for oil. Philip irately said to Lacee, "the Mexican government proudly proclaims about the relocation of the huge heads and structures from La Venta to a park in the city of Villahermosa, failing in their myopia to realize the travesty involved. The sad part of it is that most tourists are too ignorant to realize what has been lost. They might as well go to Disneyland and look at some sanitized corporate vision of history." They arrived in Villahermosa in the mid-afternoon, and again Philip was amazed at the transformation of a once peaceful Mexican town into a crazed, sprawling megalopolis. The only good development was the existence of a modern highway that enabled them to traverse the city as quickly as possible. Once beyond Villahermosa, they traveled southeastward through recently deforested lowlands until they reached the small town of Palenque. Until lately accessible only by rail or a dirt road, Palenque, and the famous Maya ruins of the same name, were now serviced by a good paved road, opening the region to thousands of foreign visitors each year. Lacee and Philip took a room in a small, picturesque hotel in the center of the town. Palenque had yet to lose the charm that used to characterize most Mexican towns, and after dinner they wandered about the streets and through the quiet plaza before finally returning to their room for the night. Both were relaxed and exhausted by the day's drive, and they settled gratefully into bed. "We're in Maya country, now", Philip murmured drowsily as he drew Lacee to him. "I know", she replied, "I already feel differently. Almost as if we've been welcomed here by the spirits". Awakened early by the sounds of boisterous street vendors selling an array of tropical fruits, Lacee and Philip lazily stretched and caressed one another before bounding out of bed. Anticipation of their visit to the intriguing ruins propelled them through a shower and breakfast. A short drive of about five miles brought them to the edge of the foothills of the mountains of Chiapas, where the ancient center of Palenque spread out with its back to the rainforested hills. In front lay a panoramic view of the lowlands of Tabasco stretching away to the Gulf of Mexico. It was still early in the day, and at this time Lacee and Philip had the ruins virtually to themselves. They carefully made their way through the various temples and structures, examining the hidden passages and rooms and marveling at the detailed stucco sculptures. They returned to the entrance around lunch to replenish their growling stomachs, afterwards enjoying a short siesta in the bed in the camper. By mid-afternoon they were back in the ruins, having saved the most famous structure until now. The Temple of Inscriptions, backed up against the rainforest, consisted of nine levels, surmounted by the steep steps that characterized Maya architecture. Nestled inside at the bottom of the pyramid, and reached by a series of once-hidden steps, was the tomb of Lord Shield Pacal, a ruler of Palenque in the sixth century A.D. Philip explained , "this magnificent tomb was not discovered until 1952, and since then it's become famous for Pacal's ornately carved sarcophagus and the treasure buried with him". Lacee and Philip made their way to the bottom of the slippery stairs to view the tomb through an iron grating, necessary to prevent vandalism by modern barbarians. Philip whispered to Lacee in the dim light, "the glimpse of the tomb that I had at Akbalcab reminded me very much of this tomb". Lacee felt strange viewing Lord Pacal's sarcophagus, and both found themselves anxious to undertake their trek into the Belizean rainforest. Emerging from the tomb in the late afternoon sun, they were pleased to see that the crowds of midday had subsided, leaving them once again almost alone in the ruins. They had visited most of the structures during the course of the day, but they had bypassed the House of the Jaguar, located in the forest on the hill behind the Temple of Inscriptions. Pointing to it on their map, Lacee said, "this name intrigues me, Philip. Can we visit it before we leave?" Philip acquiesced, saying, "we should have enough time, and it does have a very special feel about it. I think you'll find it interesting". As they climbed the steep trail through the forest, Philip noticed that Lacee had once again shed her panties from beneath her short skirt. He couldn't blame her, as his crotch was cool and uninhibited beneath his light khaki shorts and had been all day. The House of the Jaguar proved to be a small temple still in the grip of rambling roots of forest trees, but the stairs and rooms had been partially restored by archeologists. Barely visible in the semi-darkened room at the top was a large carved representation of a recumbent jaguar, its back flattened to form a bench or altar. Slightly winded after the steep climb up the stairs, Lacee and Philip settled down on the jaguar to rest. As he relaxed with his back against the jaguar's upraised, snarling head, Philip pulled Lacee backwards to rest her head in his lap. Their eyes gradually became accustomed to the gloomy interior and they became aware that they would be invisible to anyone outside the temple, even in the unlikely event that other visitors should arrive. Lacee's short skirt had remained around her waist as she slid downward on the altar, and now exposed an inviting patch of her ebony triangle. "I don't think anyone is going to bother us here this late in the day", she whispered huskily. The cool and smooth carved rock beneath her felt strangely erotic, and she spread her legs open in response. Cognizant of Lacee's changing demeanor, Philip's recumbent organ began to respond beneath his shorts. Lacee gradually became aware of the growing force beneath her head, and soon turned sideways to view his salivating snake, now forcing its way out beyond the leg of his shorts. Eyes glowing, Lacee laid her head alongside Philip's thickening member, licking its tip lightly with her tongue. Philip began to moan, "why don't we get rid of these clothes and leave Palenque with some fond memories". "This altar looks like the perfect place," Lacee replied as she stood and deftly dropped her skirt and blouse to the floor. She quickly reached over to help Philip rid himself of his shorts and T-shirt. Once unencumbered by clothing, Philip reclined again against the jaguar's head, his legs bestride the animal's body. Lacee joined him, her legs astraddle Philip's as she faced him in the musty dampness of the temple. He began to gently fondle Lacee's hardened nipples, while she grasped the pole now jutting above her open thighs. Moving one hand to her inviting crotch, Philip parted her sable down to insert his fingers into her inviting slit, now well-lubricated with juices of anticipation. Their faces came together to exchange messages from their tongues, while their hands continued to conduct separate symphonies on one another's aching organs. Not wanting to rush this pleasurable interlude, the two of them continued to investigate all eager orifices with fingers and tongues, while the watching chamber echoed softly with the sighs and groans induced by their explorations. At last, Lacee told Philip, "I feel like a female jaguar in heat." As she stretched out face down on the altar she purred, "take me from behind like a male cat." Philip's mind raced as he viewed Lacee's upthrust buttocks crowning the end of the altar, and grasping his swollen manhood he stepped forward to salute her beckoning cleft. As she thrust her bronzed globes to him, Philip's vision was of jaguars he had watched mating at the Belize Zoo and he played his role by plunging his shaft deep into Lacee's heated tunnel. Although neither of them was aware of it, the chamber soon resounded with growls of passion as they alternately thrust and pumped in a primitive coupling ritual. Just as twilight fell outside, Philip gave a resounding roar and his surging organ poured forth hot cream into the depths of Lacee's grasping cavern. "Philip!, Philip!", she cried, "I can feel your heat in my brain, and I know that we are one." His turgid shaft still oozing ivory balm, Philip withdrew and laid it on the inviting crack of Lacee's rear, where he proceeded to anoint her burnished spheres with the remaining lotion. Lacee lay gasping over the altar in complete exhaustion, her tingling nipples crushed against the unyielding stone of the jaguar. Philip slid her gently backwards to position her pouting sanctuary off the end of the altar, where dropping to his knees he proceeded to apply his eager tongue to lick it clean. In her fatigued state Lacee dreamily imagined that the rasping of her satiated vulva felt just like the tongue of a cat, an illusion that filled her with inexplicable pleasure. Having finally recovered their senses and clothing, Lacee and Philip made their way back to the entrance in the descending darkness, enjoying the feeling of mystery imparted to the now-deserted ruins by nightfall. In a hushed voice, Lacee said, "I don't know what it is, Philip, but I have the strangest feeling that we belong here." Philip jokingly replied, "maybe the gods are pleased with our offering in the House of the Jaguar," although at the same time he felt a little uneasy himself. Back in the town of Palenque, they shared a refreshing shower before venturing out on the town for dinner and a late stroll about the deserted plaza. Returning to their room, they gratefully collapsed into bed to prepare for the long drive the next day to the ruins at Uxmal. Late night thunderstorms proclaimed that the rainy season was approaching and prompted them to snuggle closer, secure in each other's arms and legs. Chapter 5 Having left behind the rampant verdure of Palenque, Lacee and Philip shared the passing miles as they traveled northward into the Yucatan Peninsula. Although the end of the dry season was near, its effects gradually became more noticeable as they approached the state of Yucatan. Impressive rainforest trees had given way to leafless scrub vegetation, generously laced with cacti and spiny agave plants. After a seemingly interminable day, they finally arrived at a converted eighteenth century hacienda that functioned as a twentieth century motel. Dusty and parched, Lacee and Philip gratefully unwound in the tepid shower before settling into matching hammocks for a short rest before dinner. "I love these colorful Yucatecan hammocks," said Lacee, swinging happily back and forth. "I've been told that they're the best made anywhere." I can remember sleeping in one as a child in Belize, and you see them everywhere." Leering at her, Philip replied, "I've heard that some of them are capable of easily supporting two people, and I think we should vow to test this claim soon." Later at dinner the two of them enjoyed plates of the traditional Maya meat dinner, poc chuc, washed down with generous glasses of Bohemia beer. It was now clear that they were in the heart of Maya country, as most of the hotel staff consisted of the short, handsome descendents of the ancient Maya. Among themselves the Maya spoke their native tongue, and hearing this stirred vague feelings of recognition in Lacee. Her mother had sometimes spoken to her in the Maya tongue, and although Lacee could no longer understand the language she felt a deep kinship with these people. Following dinner, Lacee and Philip retired to the veranda, where holding hands between their chairs they watched the lightning show heralding the rains to the southeast. "Look at that, Lacee," he exclaimed, "Chac is about to send the rains for his people. You can feel the expectation in the air, from people and the animals." About 10 p.m., knowing that another full day of exploration of ruins was ahead tomorrow, they gratefully joined one another in the large bed, lulled to sleep by the large fan slowly rotating above them. Early morning found Lacee and Philip at the Uxmal ruins, where they made their way through the restored ancient structures in awe and quiet reverence. They climbed the steep Pyramid of the Magician to gain a spectacular view of the surrounding countryside, remarking to one another about the dazzling sight that must have been visible when Uxmal was a thriving cultural center. Architecturally, the site was very different from the jungle encrusted ruins at Palenque, but the glyphic messages made it clear that the same Maya culture was involved. Philip related to Lacee some of the observations of the famous 19th century explorers, John Lloyd Stephens and Frederick Catherwood, who made Uxmal famous following their excavations in the 1840s. The pair had braved malaria, insects, rain, and hunger to bring the remarkable Maya civilization to the world's consciousness, and however romantic in appeared from a 20th century perspective, Philip could understand how much they had suffered dealing with the hostile environment. By noon they were at the Governor's Palace, one of the most impressive sights in all of ancient Mayadom. "I feel a little in awe here," Philip told Lacee, "this is where Stephens and Catherwood made their camp, as they tried to escape the mosquitos. They chose to sleep in one of these dark and damp chambers, choked with smoke from the fire to keep away the insects." Having brought a lunch packaged by the motel, Lacee and Philip sought shade under a small tree in front of the palace. Both were beginning to feel the effects of the blazing sun, and they were grateful for the suntan oil that Lacee had remembered to bring with them. During lunch they browsed through the guidebook they had acquired at the entrance, and their interest was piqued by the structure labeled Temple of the Phallus, located about half a mile away in the scrub forest. Philip said, "I never had a chance to explore it on my previous visits." With a twinkle in her eye, Lacee responded, "then we must go there now. I want to see how the ancient Maya compare with you in the phallic department." As they made their way along the overgrown trail, it was soon obvious that few tourists visited the Temple of the Phallus. After twenty minutes of thorn-impeded walking, they arrived at a small temple, elevated about fifty feet above the forest floor by a modest pyramid. Vegetation was overgrowing the sides of the pyramid, and it was apparent that once it was uncovered and recorded by archaeologists, this structure was being reclaimed by the hungry forest. After scrambling up the crumbling side of the pyramid, Lacee and Philip entered the temple to behold an amazing sight. Illuminated by shafts of sunlight entering through openings in the roof was an immense stone phallus, at least ten feet tall and situated in the center of the room. Apparently carved from volcanic rock, unknown on the Yucatan Peninsula, the huge member was polished smooth in its mammoth, erectile state. Philip had never seen anything to match this, and he went on to explain to Lacee, "the male member was viewed by the ancient Maya not only as an organ of procreation, but also as a symbol of crop fertility, particularly their all-important corn crop. The rigid ear of ripe corn and the erect phallus were almost interchangeable in Maya hieroglyphic writing, and the depiction of penile ejaculation was often symbolic of an abundant corn crop, the drops of semen representing the grains of corn." Situated at four equidistant points against the walls around the room were polished stone benches, apparently carved from the same basaltic rock as the stone phallus commanding their attention. Philip observed, "it's likely that this temple was devoted to the practice of rites to beseech the gods for an abundant corn crop. The stone benches were probably used by the Maya priests, as they deposited seeds from their symbolic ears of corn into recumbent Maya maidens representing the fertile earth." By this time Lacee's eyes had taken on a familiar glow, and she said with a husky voice, "I think it's our duty to make an offering to the Maya gods to ensure an abundant corn crop this year for the local people." After first shedding her clothes, Lacee glided silently to the huge phallus, which she fingered lovingly before turning to face Philip. Watching Philip disrobe, she said, "Philip, please anoint my body with that tanning oil." Pouring out generous amounts of the rich oil, appropriately redolent of the smell of coconuts, Philip proceeded to massage the heady lotion into Lacee's rich skin, careful to liberally coat every inch of her. Facing the phallus so that Philip could cover her backsides, she began to rhythmically slide her slippery body up and down along the smooth surface of the tumescent rock. As the friction increased on her swollen nipples, Lacee spread her legs slightly to introduce her well-oiled mound to the mammoth lover. Having finished covering her backsides with the lubricant, Philip began to assist Lacee in her mating ballet with the stone phallus by cupping her buttocks in his hands and lifting her up and down as she ground her hungry love nest against the unyielding basalt. The heavy mixed scents of the oil and her musky secretions were making Lacee giddy with pleasure, and she felt herself climax as she rode the stone organ. Alternately groaning and purring, Lacee continued to envelop the rock with her lust, eventually reaching backwards to grasp Philip's love muscle, now rock hard and caressing her buttocks as she slid up and down the obdurate phallus. Gasping, Lacee begged, "pour more oil down my front," and she shifted slightly to impale herself on Philip's oil-slickened shaft. With Philip supporting her from behind, Lacee rode his plunging pole as her electrified nipples slid up and down along her stone lover. Her senses temporarily left her, and she let out a piercing growl as her ravished cleft gushed forth her musky honey. Philip could feel his impending release and he enfolded Lacee with his arms as his bucking cock plunged through her fragrant pussy juice. Finally, as he groaned in ecstatic agony, Philip's rippling organ erupted, spewing molten cream into Lacee's grasping channel. Feeling Philip's pounding tribute begin, Lacee turned and firmly clutched his spurting manhood, directing the heavy jets onto the glistening stone phallus. As he slowly sank to the floor in exhaustion, Lacee embraced the anointed rock, rubbing her body up and down it to completely mix their love offerings. This finished, she turned and collapsed on top of Philip, the two of them dropping off to sleep in a warm, musk-shrouded embrace. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 01-02 My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 19 chapters. This first part, Chapters 1& 2 , sets up the entire story, as does the increasing eroticism. The story's evolving sexual situations build towards a bizarre denouement at the end. Prologue It was two years ago that I first met him, while on an expedition to the lower Rio Oscuro in western Belize to study crocodiles in the area. Early one morning, as I paddled my canoe around a bend in the river, I came upon the strange apparition of a muscular and tanned man spearing fish from the bow of his dugout. As my craft drew abreast of his, he greeted me with a, "good morning, sir, and how are you enjoying our river?" Although he appeared as a very tanned white man, his accent was similar to one of the local Maya, speaking English as a second language. He introduced himself as "Balam", which I knew to be a Maya equivalent of "jaguar", and after hearing of my research invited me to his camp on the nearby bank of the river. I had been searching for a good campsite, as I planned to remain in the area for two months, and it was reassuring to have a fellow camper in this still remote part of the country. Balam said that he planned to remain in this spot for about a month, catching and drying fish for "his people", whom he said lived about a two-day journey upriver. He further explained that this was just about the best spot on the river for fishing, probably accounting for the large population of crocodiles. As the month progressed, Balam and I became well-acquainted, although it seemed that he was learning much more about me than I was about him. He was obviously a well-educated man, in itself an enigma considering his current occupation, but try as I might I could learn nothing about his background or about those he called "his people". As the end of his stay drew near, Balam asked if I was going to return to this spot the following year. I answered in the affirmative, as I planned to study the crocodile population for at least five years. He seemed pleased, and indicated that he would be returning to fish and would bring something that he wished to entrust to me. We parted on friendly terms, and I remained in the area for additional month continuing my studies. I gradually forgot about Balam, although from time to time his peculiar visage would come to me in my dreams. The following year I returned to the Rio Oscuro at the same time as the year before, only half-heartedly expecting to see Balam again. For almost six weeks there was no sign of him, and then one morning as the mist rose languidly off of the river, he appeared in his dugout as if from a dream. We embraced warmly, and he apologized for being so late for our rendezvous, stating that there had been a great sickness among his people. He told me that he was very worried about their future, and that it had made his decision to entrust me with what he had brought even more important. We sat around our campfire talking late into the night, the dancing firelight casting occult shadows across his somber face. "Take this package with you when you leave tomorrow, my friend", he said, "but promise me that you won't open it until you return to your country. I know that you plan to return here next year, but I ask that you not to try to seek out me or my people", he continued. I agreed to his terms, wondering what he could be presenting to me that was so mysterious. I kept my word to Balam and did not open his package until I arrived back at my home in the States. It was with deep fascination that I delved into his gift, which proved to be a journal of hundreds of pages of hand-written notes of the strangest nature. As I worked my way through them, it became clear that what I had received was either the work of a madman or a god. I knew that it was my duty to make his story known to the world, for this must have been why he had gone out of his way to entrust me with his laborious work. It is with some trepidation that I transformed his notes into the story that follows, as the tale told is so fantastic as to be unbelievable. Some may be offended by its erotic nature, but in this matter I have not embellished upon Balam's descriptions. My part has been to render his notes into flowing prose, but nothing contained within is of my manufacture. I trust that the reader will view the work in its entirety, judging it as either the musings of a madman or an incredible tale of the occult. Either way I have taken pains to protect Balam's privacy, having changed the names of people and places where necessary to prevent readers from searching him out. The Rio Oscuro does not exist as a name, and my crocodile study has been terminated to prevent the publication of even that location. All I ask is that the reader take this literary journey with an open mind, reserving judgment until reaching the incredulous end. FarmerSean Roswell, New Mexico Chapter 1 Philip Thorson carefully replaced the phone receiver as his mind raced in a hundred directions. Unfortunately for the immediate future, none of these directions included the class in Archeological Symbolism that he was due to teach in twenty minutes. He gazed out the window into the darkened skies that seemed to characterize Northbury in late January. Snow flurries churned about the building corners, threatening to add a few more inches to the two feet already on the ground, and adding an even greater aura of unreality to the news he had just received. Not only had his request for a sabbatical for next year been approved, but the college was going to finance his entire field season, including an assistant. This morning, the jungles of Belize and the unknown Maya ruins that he had discovered last summer seemed as far away as the moon. Today's news meant that within six months he would back at Akbalcab. He had unofficially given the name Akbalcab, literally translated as darkness-honey in modern Maya, to what he felt would prove to be a major new site located in the foothills of the Maya Mountains in Belize. At this point he had no idea what the ancient center's original inhabitants called it, but his name was based on the prominent glyphs, located in what appeared to be the main temple, that could be translated as darkness-honey. This seemed to be a strange combination of words or ideas, and he hoped his year in the field would shed light on this name, the temple, and the intriguing tomb that he had located inside of it. His heart raced when he remembered the vibrant colors of the bizarre wall murals and accompanying glyphic messages, and he couldn't help comparing them to the incredible murals of Mexico's Bonampak. Akbalcab's combination of murals and messages promised to rival the famous Dresden Codex if he was right in his brief glimpse of the tomb that ill-fated night. They should never have remained in the field as long as they did last August, but just as they were about to call it quits, Ismael had called him over to look at a dark hole they had overlooked earlier. Shining his light through the jumble of stone blocks, he could make out what appeared to be a set of stairs leading downward. They could hear the roar of distant rain approaching through the forest, and Philip knew that much more heavy rain would make the Rio Oscuro practically impassable. He looked in consternation at Ismael, who shrugged his shoulders and began to pick his way through the fallen rubble. Although he would later regret it, Philip followed eagerly and together they descended through the chaotic jumble. After what seemed like hours, they reached what appeared to be the bottom of the stairs. It almost looked like they had reached a dead end, but just beyond a fallen slab to the left Ismael pointed to an opening large enough to accommodate a head and arm. Philip carefully put his flashlight through and brought his face to the opening just as a piercing wailing assaulted their ears. It was coming from above, and proved to be the voice of their boatman Franco, who was screaming that in another half hour their boat would be gone and with it their chances of leaving the jungle. There was nothing to do but scramble back up the jumbled stairway, but what Philip saw in that instant at the bottom was etched in his brain. The knock on his office door returned Philip from Belize to Northbury. "It's almost time for you to take Dr. Lorenzo's class, Philip," his secretary reminded him. "Thanks Emily," he chuckled, "without you to keep me on track I might have daydreamed all morning about Belize." Philip decided that he might as well take this opportunity to announce the position vacancy for an assistant for his upcoming year of field work at Akbalcab. He would later make a general announcement to the Archeology Department and his other classes, but he was too excited about the impending project to wait to talk about it. Philip knew little about the graduate students in the current Archeological Symbolism class, since they were all first year students and the class was taught by Dave Lorenzo. As he entered the classroom, Philip noted that there were about a dozen students, which certainly meant that there were potentially one or two prospects for the position as his field assistant. When he first submitted the proposal to the college for his study of Akbalcab and the intriguing tomb, Philip gave careful consideration to the necessary qualifications of an assistant. He was not as concerned with the technical abilities of the person as he was with their potential for withstanding the rigors of the field and isolation in the remote rainforest. All of the graduate students in archeology had reached at least a certain level of professional expertise in order to be accepted into the program, so that aspect should present no problem to him. He suspected, however, that very few of them had much experience with extended field work, and even fewer would have any appreciation of the Belizean rainforest. Philip cut short his presentation of the class material for the day to talk to the students about his upcoming field study in Belize and the opening for the position of field assistant. He described the site in general terms, its' possible importance in the classical Maya world, and hinted at the discovery of the tomb and its potential significance. He was very careful to make clear the commitment that would be necessary to successfully assist the project for a year in the field, stressing the potential physical and mental hardships imposed by isolation in the forest. After covering details, such as the initiation date of the project and salary and expenses covered, Philip indicated to the class that any students interested in applying could stop by his office at any time to discuss the matter further. The tower bells were chiming out six and Philip was just about to leave for the day, when she knocked at his door. He opened it to encounter one of the most engaging smiles he had ever seen. She looked familiar, and Philip then remembered that she had been one of the students in the Archeological Symbolism class that morning. "Dr. Thorson, my name is Lacee Honige, and I hope you'll forgive me for coming by so late in the day," she said breathlessly. "I'm really interested in applying for the position as your assistant, but I've been in class all day. I ran all the way from Bartram Hall hoping that I would catch you before you left." Philip looked at her slight stature, wondering if she would have the stamina to undertake the project that he had outlined in class, but decided to hear her out. "Well, fortunately for you I haven't been too eager to beard this snowstorm," he said glancing out the window. "I'd like to hear more about your interest in the position." Lacee proceeded to give a brief summary of her background, the most startling to Philip was the fact that she was from Belize. She went on to relate that she was half Maya Indian, her father having been an American geologist working in Belize who married her mother, a Maya Indian from the village of La Tigra. "I know the region of your village," Philip responded, "although I'm sorry to say that I never actually visited it. I've spent quite a bit of time exploring the northern end of the Maya Mountains, but the closest I came to La Tigra was the village of Tunha, which I believe is about 10 miles to the west." Lacee shook her head, "You probably know the area better than I do, since I lived in the village only until the age of seven. My mother died, and I moved with my father to the capital. He decided that I would have a better chance for an education in Belmopan," she continued, " he was closer to some of his colleagues with whom he was doing research at the time." "How did you end up in Northbury?" "We moved to Boston after I completed high school, and my father took a teaching position at Harvard. I decided to come here to major in archeology, and I plan to return to Belize to study the ancient Maya ruins of the country after I complete my Master's degree." It was already dark on this winter night, and Philip decided that he'd better let Lacee get home before much later. He was fascinated with her story and offered to give her a ride home to continue their conversation. She indicated that she had a small apartment about a mile from campus, and they left his office in a gently falling snow. As they were about to pass The Crypt, a local restaurant and pub, Philip suddenly asked, "how would you like to join me in some dinner?" "I'd love it! This is one of my favorite places," she accepted, giving him another radiant smile. Philip found himself inexplicably captivated by her. The two of them were in a world of their own in a corner of the pub, populated by a mixture of ancient and modern Maya visions, spiced with shared memories of the sights and sounds of the Belizean rainforest. Philip was startled to discover that it was eleven o'clock. "Lacee, I'm really sorry about the time," he apologized. She laughed, "It seems like we just arrived, and I could continue this all night!" They left the warm pub to enter the frigid reality of Northbury, but neither of them seemed to notice the weather. Philip dropped Lacee off at her rooming-house, and she promised to come by his office to fill out the official application form for the field assistant position. As he drove off, Philip wondered if there could be any other applicants with the background to match Lacee's. As the March first deadline for applications for the field assistant position approached, Philip began to realize that the obvious choice was going to be Lacee Honige. He had received three other applications and spoken at length to each applicant, two males and one other female, but none had the potential for extended field work shown by Lacee. He had spoken to Lacee a few times since their evening at The Crypt, and each time she had further impressed him with her natural friendliness and genuine interest in the Maya civilization. He now felt certain that she had the ability and background to cope with extended, isolated field conditions, and he looked forward to the prospect of sharing their interests for an entire year. With only two weeks remaining until Philip had promised to announce his selection of an assistant, he knew that at this stage it was only a formality and he found himself excited with anticipation over breaking the news to Lacee. On March fifth, Philip told Lacee he'd pick her up at the tennis courts, with some very good news. "Lacee, " he smiled and wasted no time in suspense, "it's a pleasure for me to offer you the assistant's position." She beamed, responding with alacrity, "I'm more than happy to accept the offer, Dr. Thorson. I know you won't be disappointed in me." "I'll only make one condition to the offer," he said, "you must call me Philip. After all, we're going to be together for an entire year, and that kind of formality would be a little silly. While we're at it, why don't you join me for dinner at The Crypt. It seems like that's where this all started." "I shall join you at dinner with pleasure, Philip," she replied in mock formality. Her smile of acceptance practically melted his brain. Now that the decision had been made Philip began to view her more personally, and he felt a little uncomfortable upon admitting just how attractive she was. He had been careful in trying to evaluate all the applicants equally, and none of the others came close to Lacee's background and potential. He hoped that her obvious physical charms had not subconsciously influenced him. At just over five feet in height, Lacee appeared small next to his modest five feet ten, but those five feet were perfectly constructed. She was wearing a skirt today that ended well above the knees, and he couldn't help but admire her well-formed, naturally-tan legs, especially when she crossed them in the chair across from his desk. Her simple white top enveloped her breasts accentuating the nipples, quite obviously free of the constraints of a brassiere. Dark, flashing eyes were framed by her glossy black hair, which flowed gracefully to several inches below her shoulders. As they left his office for the pub, Philip's eyes followed her trim hips and strong buttocks as she walked ahead, and he almost had to slap himself to keep from staring at her. He was grateful when she put on her coat and allowed his brain to return to thoughts of planning for the trip to Belize. At The Crypt, Lacee and Philip settled into their corner and were once again lost in a maze of Maya visions. He described in more detail the ruins at Akbalcab, trying to paint a picture of the tomb that he had so tantalizingly glimpsed for a brief moment. "It was like nothing I'd ever seen before, Lacee, and yet I had the strangest fleeting feeling of familiarity with the scene before me." For a brief instant her brain flashed with an unsettling vision of fantastic figures and a darkened chamber. The inexplicable picture in her mind quickly faded as Philip described their plan of action for the next couple of months, most of which would involve securing the equipment and supplies they would need for almost a year in the field. "Fortunately for us right now," Philip explained, "some of the necessary equipment will be loaned to us by the Belizean government archeologists, so we won't have to pack and haul all of it from here to Belize." "How are we going to get all of it upriver to Akbalcab?", Lacee asked, although she thought she knew the answer. Philip feigned exhaustion, answering "all of it will have to be transported upriver in canoes by us, with a little help from my friend Jose. His farm is our starting point on the Rio Oscuro." Philip planned on them leaving at the close of the Spring term in early May, and they were to spend almost a month on the road before reaching Belize. Normally, the trip would have been much shorter, but Philip wanted to introduce Lacee to the Maya ruins at Palenque and on the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico. They would be driving his pickup truck, well-equipped with a camper for sleeping on the road. Philip felt a twinge of nervousness coupled with a flush of pleasure at the thought of Lacee and him sharing the small camper space, but he decided that they could work out sleeping arrangements when they were on the road. He concluded that they could start the trip by sleeping in motels, so that they could have separate rooms while they were getting to know each other better. Once again, time flew quickly by them, and at almost midnight they left to take Lacee to her apartment. In contrast to their first trip to The Crypt, they now knew that their lives were to be intertwined closely for some time into the future. Neither seemed to mind the thought of this prospect. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 01-02 Lacee entered her apartment in a dreamy mood after having bid Philip goodnight, and her thoughts lingered upon his rugged, friendly face. He was still on her mind as she undressed for bed, and she found herself staring back from the full mirror on the closet door. As Philip had correctly surmised, she was five feet of near perfect construction. She surveyed her body without embarrassment or vanity, accepting it as a gift of nature and her parents. Her head of raven hair was matched below by the ebony triangle crowning her mons. Two perfectly formed breasts were capped by prominent nipples, which began to stiffen as her mind drifted back to Philip. She flushed briefly at her reaction, but felt no shame in it or in the clenching of her buttocks that seemed to be a natural reflex. Lacee crawled into bed nude, as was her custom, and as sleep began to overtake her she drifted once again into thoughts of Philip. She had automatically been attracted to him on a personal level, having seen the kindness and humor projected from his weathered face by intense blue eyes. As she had come to know him better and be around him more, she had also begun to feel a physical attraction. Lacee guessed that he was in his early to mid forties, a twenty year age difference from herself that she automatically dismissed as irrelevant. His modest height was accentuated by his superb physical condition, maintained she guessed by his frequent field expeditions and attraction to the outdoors. She'd heard that he had lost his wife in an accident five years ago, but beyond that she knew nothing about his love life. He had mentioned nothing, and she had seen no evidence around his office of any attachment. For her part, Lacee had no permanent romantic interest, and had found most males her age to be shallow and boring. She had no qualms about sex for sheer enjoyment, but found that frenzied coupling with a human dud was a turn off, no matter how physically attractive he might be. As she became drowsy, Lacee found herself mentally undressing Philip. She had seen that he had a well-formed rear when he wore jeans, and she'd guessed from frontal glimpses of his crotch that he was well-endowed in that region. As sleep finally overtook her, Lacee had a vision of Philip's strong arms enfolding her from behind. His unfettered manhood pressed insistently against her upthrust buttocks as throaty cat-like sounds emanated from him. When Philip arrived home after dropping Lacee off at her apartment, he found that he was highly stimulated and not yet ready for sleep. Instead, he fixed himself a weak nightcap and moved to the bathroom for a relaxing shower. He smiled wryly to himself at the thought that he might be better off taking a cold shower, but the reality of that was not appealing. Besides, he rather liked maintaining his thoughts of Lacee and his strong attraction to her. He discarded his clothes and briefly surveyed himself in the full-length mirror behind the door, noting that as yet he showed no evidence of middle-age spread. He had no illusions about denying his age, and accepted his youthful body of forty-four years as a reward for his love of the outdoors. He knew that without staying fit his days in the field would be over, and he could not imagine anything more disheartening. Philip's eyes dropped to his reflected crotch and the burnished hair forming a ruff about his oozing cock. He acknowledged without conceit its seven inch detumescence, and was equally nonchalant about its ten inch erect state. His wife had told him that with his modest height he appeared to have a massive member, an illusion that she had enjoyed to the fullest. He felt a pang at her memory and knew in his heart that with their solid relationship she would have been perfectly happy with a much less prodigious appendage. As he readied himself for his shower, Philip's mind returned to Lacee and her alluring rear view. He noted without consternation that his penis had begun to grow, reaching complete erection as he stroked it lightly. He closed his eyes and he was standing behind her, his hands cradling her exquisite breasts as his turgid member lubricated her bronzed cheeks with dewdrops from its tip. Philip popped open his eyes and quickly decided that the cold shower was in order, slightly disturbed by the pungent smell of copal incense that lingered in his mind. Spring had arrived at last, and by late April, Philip and Lacee were having a hard time keeping their minds on schoolwork and classes. With the increasing excitement of preparation for the trip, they found themselves together more and more, both growing in their appreciation and fondness for each other. As warmer weather approached, thoughts of the tropics occupied both of their minds, and they subconsciously reveled in the knowledge that they would soon be going off for an extended time together. Neither had voiced any indication of their growing mutual attraction, but both instinctively recognized the mounting passion in each other's eyes. At last the long anticipated day was upon them, and early in the morning on the tenth of May, they departed Northbury in Philip's heavily laden truck. The frenzy of last minute preparation and packing was gradually left behind them as the early morning mists swirled about the New England landscape. As dawn broke in the east, Lacee smiled radiantly at Philip, excitedly saying, "I can't believe that this day is finally here. It seems like a thousand years have passed since I saw my home, and now we're really returning!" Philip matched her joy with his own contented grin, saying, "I don't remember anticipating my return to Belize as much as this on any previous trip. I too feel like I'm returning home, and you seem are an integral part of the feeling." Neither could have imagined what awaited them in Belize. Chapter 2 During the three days that it took them to get from New England to south Texas, Philip and Lacee covered a wide range of topics in their conversation. School and the New England countryside dominated their earlier talk, but as they traveled further and further from the normalcy of college life, thoughts of exotic vistas began to fill their consciousness. They were both glad to be driving rather than flying to Belize, since the transition from temperate to tropic zones is best realized and appreciated as one moves gradually southward. For Lacee, it had been five years since she left Belize, and visions of crystalline seas and verdant mountains filled her head. Although Philip's last visit had ended in disaster, with Lacee beside him he was full of renewed optimism for the coming year. Although they started out the first night occupying separate motel rooms, Lacee suggested the second night that they share the same room. "Philip," she reasoned, "it seems senseless to waste money on two rooms since we're going to be in close quarters for the next year. We might as well begin to get used to living together right now." He readily agreed, saying, "I can't argue with you about that, and we can always use the extra money in Belize." The thought of Lacee occupying a nearby bed filled him briefly with some reservations. As she entered the darkened room the second night, he was almost certain that she was totally naked, but there was very little light from outside to confirm this observation. Nevertheless, the latent image of her was enough to give him an erection under the sheet, and he turned to the side to avoid embarrassing her or himself. The third night, their last one in the U.S. before they crossed the border into Mexico, they celebrated with a big steak dinner and a shared bottle of wine. As they returned to the motel in the twilight, Philip thought that Lacee had never looked more appealing. Her lovely, bronzed legs were accentuated by her short skirt, and silky black hair cascaded around her full breasts, teasingly encumbered by her blouse. As they prepared for bed, Lacee gave him a quick hug, saying softly, "Philip, I can't thank you enough for taking me back to Belize and everything that goes with this trip. It's like a dream come true, and I know that neither of us will regret it." Philip could smell the sweet freshness of her hair and felt the touch of her firm body, and he was almost overwhelmed by the fire in her dark eyes. Against his better judgment, he knew that he was falling in love with her, and he acknowledged this feeling with puzzling emotions. Moonlight filtered through the room as Lacee slipped into bed, and this time Philip had no doubts about her condition. She cheerfully addressed him saying, "goodnight Philip," as pale shadows bathed her body in a coppery glow, regaling Philip with fleeting glimpses of her supple buttocks. His dozing shaft awoke without shame, unfurling to its full length and throbbing beneath his grip. Once again he turned aside to assuage his inner turmoil, knowing that it was but a matter of time before he had to confront Lacee with his feelings, which now seemed so deep-seated and rooted in timelessness. As Lacee settled under the covers for her last night in the U.S., she shivered in anticipation of what lay ahead. Her elation at returning home to Belize was heightened by her growing attachment to Philip, a feeling that she was convinced was shared by him. She knew that he had watched her as she moved through the moonlight into bed, and she thrilled at the thought of his probable reaction to his glimpse of her. The previous night Lacee had briefly viewed the tent formed by his erection under the sheet, and she softly stroked her mound as she contemplated mounting his shaft. The fire in her eyes was matched by the glow in her belly, and she knew that soon she would be compelled to face Philip with her desires. After entering Mexico at Matamoros with no more than the usual delays, Philip and Lacee proceeded through the grim streets of this dingy border town. It was no longer possible to differentiate between the edge of town and the countryside, as mechanized agriculture had all but eliminated the Tamaulipan desert that Philip had enjoyed on his first trip through here twenty years ago. "Lacee," he reminisced, "I remember when this was a deserted highway bounded by nothing but natural scrub forest. It magically snaked its way southward towards the lush tropics." Shaking his head, he continued, "I can vividly recall sections with hundreds of colorful butterflies crossing the highway like schools of fish." "It certainly looks desolate now," Lacee responded, "and I sure don't see any butterflies." Philip frowned and replied, "I'm afraid that the scourge of unregulated pesticides dumped on crops year after year has eliminated all but the harmful insects." As they neared the foothills south of Ciudad Mante, they began to notice the change in the vegetation and the feel of the air. On crossing the Tropic of Cancer, they both breathed a sigh of relief, and before long they were treated to more tangible proof of their southward progress. Parrots were now in evidence, somehow adjusting to the rigors of rampant deforestation, and everywhere adaptable brown jays screamed out their curses at life at every chance. Philip's smile was widening with every mile they traveled, and Lacee laid back with her bare feet propped upon the dash, saying merrily, "smell those flowers, Philip, and look at the mango and banana trees! It brings back such memories of my youth!" Philip gazed over at the drowsy-eyed Lacee, noting that her short skirt was now exposing even more of her tawny thighs. His eyes could not miss the shimmer of white panties caressing her pubic garden, and he licked his lips in anticipation of the imagined delights that lay ahead. Lacee seemed to be smiling, and he hoped that her mental ramblings included him. As the miles ticked away, Philip wondered about their plans for the night. They had agreed that it would make sense to drive until dusk, looking for a secluded place to pull off for the night. The camper had only one bed, but Lacee had told him that she didn't mind sharing it if he didn't. Philip certainly had nothing against the idea in principle, but drinking in the sight of her made him wonder if he could survive the night. As Lacee inhaled the perfume of the tropics again for the first time in five years, she drifted off into reverie with closed eyes. She couldn't remember ever having felt more relaxed, and ignored the movement of her dress, which she knew was exposing her bottom. She smiled in the knowledge that Philip was undoubtedly getting an eyeful, experiencing a tingling sensation and moisture between her legs. Lacee knew that tonight would probably evoke an emotional showdown between them, and she felt that both of them were ready for it. For the past two days their eyes had spoken volumes to each other, and there could be no doubt that their souls were becoming intertwined. All that remained was for their bodies to follow suit. Somewhere north of Tuxpan they crossed a small stream as dusk approached. Philip pulled off the highway remarking, "this road looks promising." They followed the overgrown dirt road for a short distance upstream, where it ended in a grassy clearing in the streamside forest. "I don't see any sign of human habitation," Lacee said. They both agreed that this looked like an ideal spot to camp for the night. After spending a few minutes stretching and exploring the edge of the stream before dark, they eventually returned to the truck to eat a simple meal. Finally Lacee yawned, saying, "I'm really very sleepy, Philip, and I think I'll turn in for the night." Philip arose, replying, "I think I'll try to unwind a bit more outside before coming to bed." As she passed him to enter the camper, he gently grasped her by the shoulders and gave her a light kiss on the lips, softly murmuring, "thanks for joining me on this journey." She responded with a mysterious smile, which encompassed both her mouth and her eyes. Philip took in the nighttime amphibian symphony emanating from the stream for about half an hour, as the highway tension gradually left his body. He quietly entered the camper, slipped out of his jeans and shirt, and moved to the bed. Since he wore no underwear, he was now nude, and a glance at Lacee's silent form showed her to be similarly attired. He settled gently beside her, but she seemed to be deeply asleep and undisturbed by his presence. The warm scent from her shadowy body began to envelop Philip, and his eyes caressed her smooth back and full buttocks, inexplicably seeming so familiar to him. As he lay back and closed his eyes, his hand drifted towards hers, where his index finger traced a delicate trail around her open palm. She sighed gently as he drifted off to sleep. They were violently thrown into an awakened state by the rocking of the camper, resulting in a jumble of shared arms and legs. Lacee mumbled sleepily, "my God, Philip, what is it!" He responded with a perplexed, "I have no idea!" After a brief time the rocking stopped, replaced by an eerie silence leaving them completely baffled. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a loud snort, which both instantly recognized as coming from a horse. Lacee and Philip both burst into uncontrollable laughter, standing, and holding each other tightly as they shook with mirth. Gradually their gleeful mood subsided, and they simultaneously realized that their unclad bodies were engaged in a mutual embrace. Moonlight was now filtering through the trees, and as Lacee raised her head above his, Philip gently drew her face to his until their lips met. They slowly moved their mouths in synchrony, gradually parting each other's lips to insert inquisitive tongues. Lacee's hands moved along Philip's smooth, muscular back, until they encountered his firm buttocks. She gently squeezed the hard globes, and clamped his rearing cock. She became aware of the growing mass, and shifted her position to insert a hand beneath his ass. She gasped, "oh, Philip, as she encountered his massive organ, fingering it lightly as if to test her senses. "I think that one of the horses got in here!" Lacee drew herself upwards as his manhood reached its zenith, and she grasped it firmly with both hands. In the dim moonlight she could only imagine its true magnitude, but she paid homage by kissing its inviting head, greedily tasting the seeping honeydew. They both stopped to stare at one another, and Lacee broke the silence asking, "Philip, would you mind very much waiting until we're in a real bed?" Although his aching testicles screamed out otherwise, he agreed saying, "Lacee, I promise you that we'll spend tomorrow night in a very secluded motel that I know of near Veracruz." They continued gently stroking one another, secure in their love, and gradually their raging passion subsided into a gentle, warm embrace. Both drifted off to sleep again to the mesmerizing concerto of the forest insects. They were awakened again in the dim morning light by a family of boisterous brown jays, which seemed to be highly irritated by the presence of their truck. Lacee's dazzling smile greeted Philip, and he pulled her closer, nuzzling her nose and nibbling on her earlobes. She rolled to her side, bringing him with her, and they stared through the back window into the foggy clearing. Philip cupped her beckoning breasts, murmuring, "Lacee, you're so lovely," as his eager member grew between her legs from behind. She could feel the movement between her thighs, and glanced downward to the sight of his impressive staff protruding between them. She sighed at the thought of this eager appendage totally immersed within her, and decided that if they didn't get up now they would be trapped all day in the tiny bed. She rolled away and swung her legs to the floor, playfully grabbing his searching cock. Laughing with delight, she said, "Bring your frustrated friend with you and join me in a swim in the stream. Maybe it'll cool him off a bit!" The morning mists swirled about the trees overhanging the stream, giving Lacee the look of an ethereal water sprite. She stood knee deep in a pool framed with vivid Heliconia flowers, between which bejeweled hummingbirds jousted in their pursuit of nectar. Lacee lowered herself into the pool, eventually floating on her back in the cooling waters. Philip waded into the stream to stand next to her, his eyes following the flitting hummingbirds as his fingers stroked her pubic velvet. She pulled him down into the pool, where the shock of the cold water reversed the urge of his eager manhood. She reached over to cradle his passive member, saying "what a delightful friend you have there, sir. Even resting he's a healthy handful!" Lacee ducked under the water, coming to the surface and lazily dog-paddling across the pool some distance away from him. Philip's eyes followed her exquisite rear, lovingly registering the repeated winks of her furred cleft as she moved through the water. He followed after her, and they spent the next half hour exploring the pool and each other. As the fog in the clearing began to lift, they kissed deeply and left the stream to prepare for the day's drive. They were now approaching the coast, where the presence of the pounding surf promised to amplify their growing ardor. "Onward to the beach," Philip chuckled, as Lacee broke into a nonsensical Belizean song, "jus' a biter, jus' a crusher, an' a squeezer, an' a biter an' a eater. Da be all!" The air was much warmer and humid now that they were well into Veracruz state, and Lacee welcomed the refreshing breeze on her exposed bottom as they rolled southward along the highway. Like yesterday, she wore a skirt and had her feet propped on the dash, but today she had forgone her panties, leaving her blushing petals open to Philip's hungry eyes. He was doing pretty well at keeping them on the road now that there was more traffic, and he wondered what the poor Mexican truckers thought as he passed them and they viewed Lacee. He doubted that they could see much, but the thought made him inwardly blush. Around noon they pulled up to a roadside restaurant for lunch, and before they exited the truck Philip leaned over to kiss Lacee. The parking lot was deserted, and he slowly worked his hand up her inner thigh, bringing it to rest on her lower lips. Gently stroking the silky fur, he watched her radiant face as she closed her eyes and thrust her mound forward to demand more of his hand. Just then, a large truck rolled up beside them in the lot and they reluctantly broke off their session. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 01-02 In the restaurant, they were seated at an open window overlooking a citrus orchard below. The mixed songs of birds filled the air, and the sweet smelling orange blossoms were attracting a bevy of buzzing insects. Their palates by now were becoming accustomed once again to spicy dishes, and they both ordered plates of fiery enchiladas. As they savored their food, Lacee confided to Philip, "eating hot peppers always seems to have an effect on my pussy. I call it my pepper blush," she said, "and both my sets of lips salivate when I eat them." This intelligence had the expected effect upon Philip, and he felt his shaft straining to escape the confines of his shorts. He knew that Lacee was still without panties, her bare bottom cooling on the plastic chair seat, and he fantasized about the piquant liquid pooling under her. They ate a leisurely lunch, with Lacee occasionally grinning impishly at Philip as she pointedly squirmed in her chair. When they arose to leave, Philip was sure that he could smell a pungent, musky aroma, and inhaling deeply, he followed Lacee back to the truck. They were now traveling along the Gulf Coast, sea breezes cooling them and ruffling the fronds of legions of coconut palms that lined the beach. Lacee turned to face Philip, drawing her legs up under her and leaning over to nibble on his ear. In his state of mind, it didn't take long before his throbbing organ was peeking out from under his shorts, a phenomenon that Lacee was quick to notice. She reached over with her wetted index finger, lightly swirling it about the tip of his penis, saying "I think he's hot in there and looking for fresh air." His taut organ soon responded with droplets of slippery juice. Lacee tugged upward at his shorts, exposing at least half of his ten inches, which she proceeded to massage with her dexterous hand. Fortunately, traffic was lighter now and Philip was able to enjoy Lacee's ministrations, which soon involved both of her skilled hands. After about five minutes, he could stand it no longer, and breathlessly he begged, "please stop before I waste this load on the truck floor. I know we can find a much more appropriate place for it tonight." Giving it one last loving stroke, she reluctantly agreed, saying, "I just hope I can wait that long." Thunder of the Gods Pt. 03 My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 19 chapters. This second part, Chapter 3, sets up the entire story, as does the increasing eroticism. The story's evolving sexual situations build towards a bizarre denouement at the end. Chapter 3 As darkness approached they arrived at their motel for the night, a quaintly romantic group of cabanas situated among the palms on the beach. It was located well off the highway, and for this reason seemed to receive few travelers. Philip had been told on a previous trip that at certain times of the year it did a good business with residents of nearby Veracruz, trying to escape the bustle of the city. Tonight it appeared virtually deserted, and Philip knew that they would have the beach to themselves. After checking into their room, they showered and changed before making their way to the small restaurant which was part of the motel. Lacee had changed into a pair of loose shorts and a modest halter top, still leaving a stimulating view of her burnished abdomen. Philip was equally comfortable in shorts and a T-shirt, suspecting that soon after eating he would be discarding them. Their meal of baked fish, Veracruz-style was liberally laced with hot peppers, and Lacee smiled at him roguishly, quipping, "I think I'm getting that pepper blush," as she seductively rotated her hips in her chair. Philip responded by surreptitiously inserting a finger under her loose shorts to stroke her beckoning cunt. Feeling the escaping moisture, he rubbed her engorging labia with the natural lubricant, saying, "now I know why I like hot peppers so much!" Philip withdrew his finger as the waiter returned to the table, but as he continued to eat he savored the fragrant musk enveloping his hand. They didn't rush dinner, stopping afterwards to enjoy some rich Mexican coffee. "It's so great to be able to drink real coffee again," Philip sighed. Grinning, Lacee replied, "mmmh, and I have a feeling we're going to need it for the night ahead." They left the restaurant about eight o'clock and headed down the deserted beach for an after dinner walk. The moon was just rising in the east, illuminating the breakers ceaselessly pounding the beach and casting a subdued glow over their world. They passed their cabana and strolled along the water's edge hand in hand, each seemingly lost in their thoughts, but secure in the knowledge that they were in love. After about a quarter mile, Philip stopped and drew Lacee to him, stroking her silky hair and gently kissing her lips. They had explored each other's bodies enough to be familiar with the terrain, and each knew that they were destined to be together for a long time, so they didn't attempt to rush things. Totally alone on the moonlit beach, there was no reason for them to remain clothed, and they both relished the seductive touch of the night air as they shed their unnatural skins. For several minutes Philip held Lacee at arm's length, drinking in her nubile perfection in the silvery moonglow. He turned her around with anticipation, gently pulling her up against him and enveloping her in his arms. As their passion rose and organs responded, they gazed out upon the endless, shimmering sea. Philip cupped her pliant breasts, encircling her nipples with roughened fingers that treated them like delicate archaeological treasures. As her reciprocating bosom plied her body with ripples of pleasure, she thrust her buttocks backwards to enfold his upthrust shaft in the crevice. While he continued to massage her insistent nipples, she repeatedly clenched and stroked his throbbing organ with her grasping globes, now well-lubricated with the pre-cum syrup escaping from its inflamed eye. Philip placed his hands on Lacee's hips and lifted to position her slippery cleft on his rigid pole, moving her back and forth along the top as if she were sliding on a banister. Lacee began moaning loudly, "Philip, Philip!", as she reached behind and grasped his muscled cheeks with both hands, thrusting her buttocks in unison with his movements. Her lips were swollen and oozing with a mixture of their juices, and steaming from the friction of his muscular beam. She finally dropped to the sand, groaning, "mount me from behind, Philip. Please put out the fire in me!" By now he was practically blinded with passion, his ravenous member pulsating like a lighthouse beacon searching for lost ships. As he dropped to his knees, Lacee grasped his turgid prick, hungrily pushing it into her waiting oven. Philip shuddered at the ravenous clutch of her heated cum-tunnel, and he plunged forward to fill her with the full length of his shaft. She purred throatily, "owrr-r-r-r, owrr-r-r-r, owr-r-r-r," as she thrust backwards and forwards. He felt his swollen balls tighten as his system sought release. His frustrated loins had waited so long to praise Lacee's body, and with a groan escaping his lips, his pumping shaft gushed forth a torrent of cream into her fiery furnace. She dropped forward into the soft sand in utter exhaustion, leaving his glistening organ spewing a cascade of steaming balm onto her clenching buttocks. When his long-awaited eruption finally ceased, Philip bent over to massage his balm into her glistening orbs. He rolled her over and helped her to sit up, barely able to do so himself. They both smiled wanly, Philip gasping, "I couldn't control myself any longer Lacee. I've been waiting so long for this." Still breathing heavily, she responded, "I was just as eager as you, Philip. It seems like I've been awaiting this moment for ages, and yet I feel that I already know every inch of you!" As Philip pulled Lacee to her feet, he noticed that the front of her body was covered in sand, including her velvet pelt, which was now saturated with their combined juicy salutes to one another. They were both eager to continue their libidinous endeavors, but, deciding that the abrasive sand might be a little too stimulating on their inflamed instruments, they settled on a soothing interlude in the sea. Neither was willing to venture too far into the pounding surf. Lacee joked, "You had better be careful. That dangling lure might look like a good meal to a passing shark." She wrapped her legs around Philip's waist and her arms around his neck, and they bobbed in waist deep water while it assuaged their ravished bodies. When they both began to feel drowsily relaxed they made their way to shore and retrieved their forgotten clothes. Flushed in their briny nudity, they raced back to the cabana, stopping at the doorway for a probing kiss. Once inside the cabana, they headed for the shower to wash away the sand, salt, and remaining juices from their seaside encounter. Fortunately, the shower was well-supplied with hot water, often a rarity in these parts, and they were able to linger under its relaxing spray. Philip soaped Lacee thoroughly from head to toe, paying special attention to her raven-haired triangle and returning it to its silken beauty by running a comb through it. He crouched in front of her on the floor, saying, "I think your oven needs a good cleaning." Filling his mouth with water from the shower spray, Philip parted her glowing lips to flush the remaining sand and musky mixture from her love channel. When he finished rinsing and fondling Lacee, she proceeded to lather him up, devoting extra time to his awakening shaft. She soaped it vigorously, making sure to remove all the sand, especially from the thick bush adorning its base. Lacee fondled his pendant cream forges as she carefully scrubbed the rift between his buttocks, playfully tickling his puckered porthole with her fingers. Lacee soon finished rinsing off the soap from Philip's body, and moved in front of him to address his demanding manhood, noting, "your friend here seems to have boundless energy, and I think we need to tire him out some more." Comfortably warmed by the tepid water spilling off their bodies, she dropped to her knees and placed both hands under his scrotum, teasingly dragging her nails over his heavy spheres and continuing along the underside of his agitated column. By the time she reached the tip, its cyclopean eye had begun to drool on her sensitive thighs, and she was compelled to engulf its swollen head with her full lips. Lacee slowly slid her mouth forward, enveloping less than half of his shaft before reaching her limit. She paid silent homage to her lower mouth, which had hungrily swallowed his entire offering. Her upper cavern, however, had the extra benefit of her tongue and teeth, which she used effectively to further inflame his questing rod. Philip rocked back on his heels, his knees began to buckle, and he knew he could not delay an eruption much longer. Gasping, he asked, "wait, please. Let me return the favor to you before I lose this load! I want you to come to a peak at the same time." They quit the shower and vigorously toweled off one another before moving to the large bed. Wind dried sheets enfolded them in an aura of fresh sea air, giving them the feeling of renewed vigor. Lacee eased back onto the bed, her long black hair framing her radiant face. She spread her bronzed legs, drawing them up to fully expose her pouting lips, which still glowed from their workout at the beach. Philip stopped briefly at the end of the bed to gaze appreciatively at her lambent labia, already glistening with dewdrops of anticipation. "You are truly a Maya princess," he murmured. Moving forward, he buried his face between Lacee's thighs, breathing deeply of her musky female fragrance. He pulled back and began licking the sides of her furry vale, gradually coming closer and closer to her blushing lips. He lightly encircled her cleft with his stiffened tongue, causing her to clamp down on his head with her thighs. She pushed her hips upward, bringing her puckered brown dell into range of his tongue. He smiled at her wantonness, and obliged by ringing it with his tongue and fluttering it at the entrance, producing a moan that came from deep within Lacee's body. Philip arose to sit back on his haunches, using both hands to lift Lacee's buttocks and bring her fully opened cleft to his mouth. Like a snake entering a hole to seek its prey, his tongue probed deeply to explore the depths of her love grotto. After at least fifteen minutes, during which time no fold or fissure was left untouched, Philip returned to earth for air. Any more of the intoxicating perfume from Lacee's pubic flower would have caused him to faint with pleasure. By this time, both of them were burning from within, and Lacee knew it was time to consummate this round. Philip's breath was coming in short gasps, and she could feel her heart pounding between her legs. She opened her arms and legs wide, urging him, "please come into me now Philip. I need to feel your power deep within me!" His engorged organ paused briefly at the doorway to her ebony cloaked nest, and then plunged inward to fill her awaiting cavern. He slowly began working his shaft in and out, leaning forward to suckle and nip Lacee's rigid nipples. Gradually their tempo increased until they were both nearing explosions, and Lacee gasped in shortened breaths, "pull out and let me see you come!" At the last moment, Philip pulled noisily out of her grasping cleft, as a torrent of creamy liquid exploded from the tip of his pumping lance. Her belly and raven pelt were covered with his steaming syrup, which she proceeded to rub into her skin with both hands, occasionally licking her fingers to remove the excess lotion dripping from his shaft. By this time it was almost midnight, and they drifted off into well-earned slumber locked in each other's arms. Three more times during the night they awakened, and each time their bodies responded with loving tumescence and discharge. Both experienced a bewildering mixture of sexual pleasure and dreamy visions of Maya symbolism and exotic odors, at the same time both disturbing and enticing to them in their night of passion. As the morning sunlight streamed through the open windows, Lacee and Philip slept deeply in a jumble of limbs, the bedsheets soaked in the musk of their nocturnal passion. They finally left the motel around eleven o'clock, satiated and happy to be back on the road again. Reaching Veracruz city a little after noon, they were pleasantly surprised at the ease with which they traversed the city. Unlike most Mexican cities, Veracruz had survived the frenzied expansion of the last twenty years with a minimum of cultural disturbance. Time had taken its toll, however, and Philip said to Lacee, "when I was much younger and exploring southern Mexico, I once rode the streetcars of the city almost all night drinking in the atmosphere. My friends and I dined for practically nothing on plates of stone crab claws and huge shrimp and oyster cocktails with exquisite hot sauces. I'm afraid, however, that growth and greed, those twin engines of Mexican destruction, have eliminated much of what was good, even in a traditionally conservative place like Veracruz." Beyond Veracruz city they crossed the Rio Papaloapan, 'River of Butterflies', high above it on a modern bridge. Fortunately for Philip, he had made the trip in the past when the only mode of transport was a ferry and you could actually see the butterflies. He did not begrudge the Mexicans the right to faster transportation, but he could see little evidence that it had done anything to help the common man. Overpopulation was strangling Mexico, with crowded peasants now forced into farming the highway right of ways. The government's only response was the relocation of rapidly reproducing peoples into areas of primary forest. Here they quickly destroyed the forest, soon wearing out the soil and making it fit only for grazing the cattle of wealthy landowners, who, not surprisingly, were supporters of the government leaders. Not far beyond the Papaloapan they began to catch glimpses of isolated mountains, and Philip appeared agitated with anticipation. "This is Los Tuxtlas," he informed Lacee, "home to one of the earliest Mexican civilizations, the Olmecs. I spent several summers here in my youth engaged in archeological studies of the Olmec civilization, and we visited many of the villages of the mountains and surrounding lowlands documenting the existence of ruins. The Olmecs are best known for their gigantic carved stone heads at such sites as La Venta and Tres Zapotes. They appear to have elevated jaguars, or their powers, to supernatural heights, a practice that was apparently adopted slightly later by the neighboring Maya." "So I guess that makes the Olmecs my cultural ancestors," said Lacee. "I wondered why I liked the look of this area." Philip indicated that they would be able to spend the night at a secluded motel on the shores of Lake Catemaco, one of the most beautiful lakes in Mexico. "It's actually a caldera from an ancient volcano," he explained, "and now the lake is rimmed with once-forested hills and mountains, fighting to hold their own against a growing human population." As they approached the lake at dusk, it was evident that even the saddening deforestation could not totally erase the magic of the lake. Having already eaten at a small restaurant in the town of Catemaco, Lacee and Philip proceeded directly to their room in the motel. Isolated at the end of the unit, their second floor room had a breath-taking view of the lake almost directly below them. As squawking night herons begged darkness to descend upon them, fishermen returning at dusk in their boats gave the scene an air of peacefulness. They draped their grateful bodies in lounge chairs on the balcony to drink in the pageant unfolding before them. As darkness fell, isolating their balcony in the night, Lacee moved to Philip's chair, dropping her halter and shorts as she did so. "This is beautiful here," she whispered, "I can see now why you love this area so much." She straddled him at the waist and leaned forward to brush her breasts against his lips, saying, "I want to give you something else to remember about this spot." Philip responded by ringing her areolas with his ardent tongue and sliding his hands along her silky body to her rotating buttocks. Grasping each globe, he massaged them gently, working his fingers inward to position them at the entrance to her waiting furnace. He caressed, fingered, and fondled Lacee for almost half an hour, as he fought to contain her squirming body on the lounge chair. At last she broke free, urging his body upwards. "Why don't we move indoors to that comfortable bed," she suggested. Philip's few clothes were soon on the floor, and Lacee had him lie backwards on the bed. She spread his legs, her head appearing between them from below like a cat approaching a mouse. With feline fluidity she grasped his upright column, using its muscular rigidity to pull herself up to its impressive head. "This is truly a kingly staff," she said leering at him. With her salivating tongue, she began to navigate its prominent brow, greedily licking at the syrup drooling from its mouth. Lacee slowly moved her lips downward along the underside of his staff, eventually coming to rest on his bulging satchel. One by one, she engulfed and tongued his loaded spheres, all the while pumping up and down with both hands on his slippery shaft. Yesterday's physiological desperation was gone from them both, and Philip was able to contain his eruption while relishing the pleasure emanating from his groin. At last, her face glistening with the nectar oozing from Philip's upwelling fountain, she moved forward to position her expectant lips over his rigid staff. Easing her questing nether lips downward to him, Lacee groaned with pleasure as she grasped and plunged his lance inward, as it slowly spewed gobs of cream into her crevice. As her radiant body fell forwards, she moaned, "I love the feeling when we couple, Philip." He responded with a thrust that carried her impaled body aloft again. "I've got more for you!" Gasping, she groaned, "it's as if I have an empty pit below, and only your massive shaft can fill it. We were made for each other, Philip!" They both moved with increasing urgency, with Philip thrusting upwards with mounting force as Lacee rode his column like a bucking bronco. Just as it seemed she might be thrown from her lunging mount, his bursting spheres erupted with a fountain of cream, again propelled forcefully into the depths of her enveloping tunnel by his surging shaft . She responded with a scream that startled the nearby night herons, and as the aroused birds returned the salute, her juices coursed down Philip's rigid manhood to saturate his fleece. Totally spent, Philip lay under Lacee, his relaxed organ slumbering in her humid haven. They remained this way for almost an hour, dozing in their satiated state while the frogs guarding the lakeshore announced their own amorous intentions. Lacee finally detached herself from Philip, her flushed cleft oozing with the whipped cream of their pubic rendezvous. She slipped past Philip to the shower, where the tepid water refreshed her skin and rejuvenated her loins. This completed, she toweled herself off and moved to the rail of the balcony, where she gazed out at the lake, now gleaming under the rising moon. Her thoughts drifted back to Northbury, now so far away, and to when she first met Philip. It was hard to believe that it was only four months ago, and she marveled at the depths their relationship had reached in such a short time. It seemed now that they had known each other forever and that their love was timeless. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 03 Philip awoke quietly, his eyes focusing on the balcony where he could see Lacee's naked body, highlighted by the silvered moonlight beyond. He moved softly from the bed to the darkened shower, where he proceeded to wash away the remnants of their coupling. After toweling himself dry, Philip eased onto the balcony, where he joined Lacee in drinking in the nocturnal vision. Standing behind her, he drew her close and wrapped his arms around her belly. She turned her head and blew softly on his ear, whispering, "rub my mound with your palms. I love the feel of your rough hands on my tender lips." He continued gently stroking her inner thighs and fur-embossed cleft, gradually inserting a finger to massage her prominent clitoris. Her temperature rising, Lacee turned to face Philip, reaching out to weigh his pendant sac in her tiny hands. She squeezed the spheres gently, milking their cream upwards, as Philip groaned, "oh, Lacee, Lacee, Lacee!" As he lifted her by the waist, Lacee guided his probing manhood into her waiting oven. She wrapped her velvet legs around him and the two slowly and almost imperceptibly maneuvered their locked bodies in unison with the gentle night breezes. Lazily reveling in the pleasure of their coital embrace, Lacee and Philip stood swaying and gently thrusting for what seemed like hours. To ease the strain on Philip, Lacee laid her shoulders back on the smooth railing of the balcony, continuing to thrust her buttocks backwards and forwards to drive his engine in and out of her glowing furnace. Twice she reached the peak of pleasure, reaching up to cling tightly to Philip as she shuddered and bucked. Philip continued filling her tunnel with his engorged beam until he could resist no longer. He gasped, "Lacee, I'm about to come!", and she dropped to her knees, plunging his spurting organ into her greedy mouth. He immediately began pumping spurts of hot honey, which she swallowed with obvious pleasure. Gradually his heaving member stopped discharging, leaving Lacee free to clean its relaxing span with her sensual tongue. Philip in turn, placed Lacee on the lounge chair, where he knelt and proceeded to lick clean her fragrant oven. At last, totally spent from their mating dance, they fell asleep intertwined in the chair until voyeuristic, screaming parrots awakened them at dawn. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 04 My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 19 chapters. This fourth part, Chapters 9-11, continues the story, with ever increasing erotic and exotic situations. The story's evolving sexual tension builds towards a bizarre denouement at the end. Chapter 9 By nine the next morning Lacee and Philip had loaded the remainder of their equipment and supplies into the canoe, and after bidding goodbye to Jose and Amalia, they struck out back upriver for Akbalcab. Once beyond the boundaries of the Martinez's farm, the surrounding forest closed in on them, embracing them in its verdant womb. Stroking steadily, the pair gradually made their way upstream against the moderate current, not yet showing the effect of any runoff from mountain rains. Around noon they reached a large slow-moving pool where they ceased paddling long enough to drift while they ate lunch. Lacee stood up carefully to stretch, slipping out of her clothes to stand naked in the bow. Her tawny skin glistened with the dew of the morning's exercise, providing Philip with a sumptuous view of her primal beauty engulfed by the brilliant sunlight. As Lacee resumed her seat in the front, Philip rose to shed his clothing to complement her natural attire. Lacee turned her head to admire his lean body, already tanning and hardening in response to their new life. Philip gave Lacee a relaxed smile, saying, " I guess this is symbolic of our journey into the depths of mystery. We've shed the last vestiges of civilization and can now open our minds and senses to the ancient Maya world." With her smooth back muscles rippling as she began paddling, Lacee replied, "I feel utterly free now, Philip, and I can't wait to get back home to Akbalcab." By late afternoon they had reached the Rio Guacamayo, where they once again stopped to spend the night. The shelter from their earlier stop was still intact, and Philip and Lacee strung their hammocks beneath the protective palm fronds. As darkness approached, they retreated to a shallow part of the Rio Oscuro to cool and bathe themselves. They alternately soaped each other, lingering tenderly on each others' genitals. Not surprisingly, as Lacee soaped and rinsed Philip's organ it responded by addressing her with a full-mast salute. Kneeling in front of him, she encircled its bulbous apex with her mouth, coating its surface with her warm saliva, while stroking the rigid timber with her hands. Lacee gradually increased her tempo, coaxing Philip's tumescent shaft to what seemed like the bursting point. In the deepening twilight the pair blended perfectly with the wild scenery around them. Philip's head arched backwards as his loins began to convulse. In response, Lacee threw back her head as the ivory lava erupted from the tip of his manhood. Philip's discharge seemed endless, and soon Lacee's breasts and stomach were glazed with the creamy effluent. Stiffly staggering forward, Philip pulled Lacee's head to his groin, where she buried her face in his pubic foliage, occasionally backing off to lick the abating trickle from the end of his tamed beast. Her body glowed warmly where his juices had coated her, causing her to exclaim, "God, Philip, you are superb! I can't believe that any human can have the power that you display when we make love." "I can't explain it, Lacee," he answered. "I've never felt anything like what I experience with you. It's as if someone or something takes over my body when we come together." The sky was now almost dark, and to the east Lacee and Philip could see lightning, followed after a time by rumbling thunder. The mountains were beginning to feel the onset of the rainy season, and both of them knew that this might be the last night the river would be its gentle, soothing self for several weeks. They fell into their hammocks, grateful that by tomorrow night they would be safe and snug in their new home at Akbalcab. Unseen by Lacee and Philip, two coal-black eyes pierced the darkness to observe them. Only the bats coursing through the forest sensed the ebony tail twitching in silence. Chapter 10 By paddling hard and with little respite, Lacee and Philip reached Akbalcab in the late afternoon the following day. As they had worked their way upstream through the enveloping verdure, it seemed like all of the forest creatures were out to welcome them home. Throughout the day, legions of vociferous parrots crisscrossed the river, and once a flock of vibrant scarlet macaws flew overhead making their way downstream. Both howler and spider monkeys were in evidence in several of the fruiting fig trees along the streambank, and twice they had surprised tapirs lolling in the cool shallows of the river. Philip opined that probably nowhere else in Central America were the original wild inhabitants in such abundance as here, and that he hoped he and Lacee could insure that they remained so in the future. Once they arrived at the landing site they unloaded the canoe, storing it and the gear under the temporary shelter they had built when they first arrived. Knowing that everything would be safe for the night, Lacee and Philip made their way quickly through the ruins to their new home. It was almost dark by the time they arrived, but the partially finished house looked secure and inviting in the small clearing in the imposing forest. After eating a light supper, they both eagerly sought their hammocks for a relaxing end to a strenuous day. "I can't believe that we're finally settled in, Philip", Lacee said. "It feels like this is truly our home and that we've been here for ages". "I know what you mean", he responded. "I really feel great and can't wait to begin our explorations of the ruins. We should be able to finish the walls to the house in a couple of days, hopefully in time to beat the heavy rains." As he spoke, lightning flashes to the east signaled the approaching rains, and an hour or so later a brief downpour enveloped the clearing. Watching from their cozy hammocks, they were entertained by the brilliant flashes of light which created bizarre vignettes on the walls of the forest surrounding the clearing. For the next three days they worked steadily to complete the walls of the house, taking time off only to eat and take cooling dips in Crique Abeja. Once the house was secured against the elements, Lacee and Philip concentrated on constructing a few pieces of rudimentary furniture and some shelving. By the fourth day after their return, they felt satisfied with their progress and agreed that the next day could be devoted to exploring their surroundings. Their new home was not much by the standards of the outside world, but it seemed like a castle to them. In traditional Maya style, it was divided in half, with the back part dedicated to cooking and storage, while the front would serve as their sleeping, eating, and working area. Since the hammocks for sleeping could be moved out of the way each day, there was plenty of room for a small table and a couple of benches. Philip even promised to build a rocking chair when the rains forced them inside for a day. Although neither of them was particularly worried about marauding animals, they both agreed that their house should have doors and window shutters. When completed, Philip remarked, "I would say that an original inhabitant of Akbalcab would not think this house out of place here. It probably looks pretty much like the typical house around here over a millennium ago". "I agree", Lacee responded, "it reminds me of the houses in my village of La Tigra, which were supposedly little changed from the ancient days". Now that they were settled into their house and felt secure from the elements, Lacee and Philip were ready to begin serious investigation of the ruins. One thing that they agreed to do was to clear out the undergrowth throughout the main plaza. They knew that this would be only a temporary measure, as the vegetation would quickly work at reclaiming the area. By clearing the understory, they would be able to get a more expansive look at the plaza, without cutting the magnificent canopy trees that shrouded the area. They planned to work sparingly on clearing the vegetation, as this type of work was tiring and not particularly exciting. By cutting most of the morning, Lacee and Philip had by noon cleared a corridor between the main pyramid, which they had by now named Pyramid of Akbalcab, and the slightly smaller one directly across the plaza, that they planned to begin exploring in the afternoon. It was obviously an important structure, and the stairs seemed to be ornamented with several hieroglyphic characters. After lunch, they began ascending the pyramid steps, which were in a reasonably good state of repair, although several trees had long since taken root and disrupted their stony regularity. At several points along the ascending stairway, Philip noted various glyphs that read colel and cib, which he felt referred to the temple above. "These words have been repeated frequently, Lacee", he said, "and I wonder if they could be interpreted as "honey lady" or "honey goddess", which are the most common translations of the words". "Do you think that she might have been a ruler here, Philip", Lacee asked. "I'm not sure yet", he responded, "but the temple at the top may give us some further clues". By mid-afternoon, they had worked their way to the top, which Philip estimated to be at least 200 feet above the plaza floor. The top was surmounted by a small temple, with the roof comb typical of this part of the Classic Maya area. Working their way around to the right, they could see that the pyramid was actually partially built into the side of a hill, which separated the plaza from the Rio Oscuro. Returning to the front of the temple, they entered through the central doorway into a chamber typical of the architecture of the period. The room was about three times as long as wide, the width as usual being limited by the dynamics of the Maya corbelled arch. Philip pulled out a flashlight, and they passed through a second doorway, stopping briefly to admire the sapote wood lintel, covered with marvelously executed hieroglyphs. "I can't wait to get a closer look at those, Lacee", he said. "there's enough on there to hopefully give us a good deal of information about this pyramid and temple." "It looks so familiar to me, Philip", she responded dreamily, "and yet I know that I've never before seen a beam like this." "Maybe your mind is remembering photographs of some of the few of these that have escaped the ravages of time and man," Philip said. "Maybe", Lacee answered thoughtfully. Once inside the inner chamber, they played the light around the walls. There was evidence of murals on the back wall, but centuries of seeping water had discolored and covered them with a layer of calcite. Centered in front of the back wall was a curious bench or altar, remarkable in the detail of the carvings around its base. The top was concave, almost like a shallow bathtub, while all sides of the base were carved with representations of nude women in reclining poses. Each was being attended to by a regally attired woman figure, who appeared to be bathing the nude figures. "Very curious, Lacee," Philip said, "nudity is seldom expressed in Maya art, except in the case of captives, and these ladies are apparently not being treated as captives". "Maybe the hieroglyphs will tell us more", Lacee responded. "who do you think the woman attending to them was"? "I'm not sure yet," he answered, "but I'm beginning to suspect that she may be Colelcib, the honey goddess, although I'm not certain what it all means." Finding nothing further of great interest in the chamber and noting the lateness of the day, Lacee and Philip decided it was time to descend to the plaza and their house. "We definitely need to spend a good deal more time here," Philip said, "but I'd first like to get a better overall understanding of the entire ruin complex before we look at details. After all, we have an entire year to get to know the place." Lacee readily agreed, and they made their carefully to the shadowy world below. From the top of the as yet, unexplored pyramid to their southwest, a pair of intense eyes followed them as they picked their way through the jumbled stairs. The only noticeable movement was the slight twitching of a thick, black tail. For the next two weeks, they worked their way around the main plaza, gradually clearing away undergrowth and exposing more and more of the ruined temples and smaller structures. The western side of the plaza was dominated by another large pyramid, with stairways on both the plaza side and to the rear facing the ball court. This structure was surmounted by a small temple, which was decorated by hieroglyphs that indicated its significance to the season of the corn harvest. Several of the glyphs could be translated as ahau nal, or 'ripe corn', which both knew was the life blood of the Maya civilization. "I wish we had arrived early enough to plant corn here", Lacee remarked. "I feel as if we are betraying the ancient ones by missing the planting season". "Let's wait until the veranillo," Philip replied, using the Spanish term for the short summer dry period. "Maybe if we can keep down the growth in our clearing we can plant some there. It should still have plenty of time to ripen for us to have our own special ahau nal ceremony." During these two weeks, the rainy season storms had crept closer and closer, threatening to open the skies to the tropical downpours that characterized this time of the year, but never quite arriving. "Why don't we climb to the main temple early tomorrow morning to greet the new day," Philip said. "The rainy season seems to be late this year, and maybe our plea to the rain god will be heard". They had previously been to the top of the Akbalcab pyramid, as they now called it, earlier in the week, and the view it commanded was splendid. It towered at least 200 feet above the plaza floor, its capping temple surmounting the surrounding forest, and it seeming to draw both of them to its lofty summit with an inexplicable power. Chapter 11 With the first hint of the breaking day, Philip and Lacee left their hut to undertake the strenuous ascent of the pyramid. There was a slight chill in the air which caused them both to shiver under their scanty clothing, but the climb soon warmed them comfortably. Carefully picking their way up the treacherous stone steps, they eventually neared the top as the forest-shrouded sky lightened. Once on top, Lacee turned to face Philip and the beckoning dawn, softly dropping her shirt and shorts as the sun's first rays caressed her glowing face. From his kneeling position on the step beneath her, Philip's face was level with her pubic inflorescence. Bending forward slightly, he gently grasped her buttocks and pulled her towards his searching tongue. Stimulated by its serpentine motion in the luxuriant foliage of her ebony bush, Lacee's blushing petals parted in liquid acquiescence. She grasped Philip's head with her hands, pulling his mouth up hard against her impatient mound. Her eyes began to glaze over, as she stared out across the verdant plaza which was partially cloaked by the swirling early morning mist. From the tops of the giant forest trees, flamboyant toucans began their discordant croaking as they proclaimed their presence to one another, while closer at hand bejeweled hummingbirds attacked each other and the colorful flowers that beckoned with sweet nectar. Not to be outdone by the boisterous hummingbirds, Philip feverishly lapped at the ambrosial honey flowing from Lacee's cleft corolla. As their passion mounted, Lacee and Philip disengaged and surmounted the final step to arrive at the temple ruins. Their previous explorations had divulged the existence of a large stone frog altar to the right of the doorway, which Philip had identified as depicting the god, Uo. Uo was a significant figure in Maya mythology, representing the life-giving rains that watered their important crops. It was thought by archaeologists that Uo was derived from the Mexican burrowing frog, a bizarre frog that appears above the surface of the ground to breed following the first heavy rains of the season, calling loudly with a "u-o" sound that could be heard a mile away. Still clad in his shorts and shirt, Philip quickly shed them to reveal the magnitude of his passion. Grasping him firmly by his prominent shaft, Lacee led them towards the unyielding stone Uo. Lying backwards on its smooth curved surface, she spread her legs lasciviously, purring throatily as she pinched her erect nipples. Breathing heavily, Philip padded towards her with his monumental member leading the way. He firmly grasped each of Lacee's lissome calves, pushing her legs upward and outward to expose her glowing oven. "We're really at home now, Philip", Lacee moaned huskily, "take your sword and sheath it to the hilt in me ". In total accord, Philip poised its burly head at her outer lips, moving it up and down in the loosening furrow as their lubricants mingled. Gradually he began to work it inward, clenching his muscular buttocks in unison with the downward strokes of his turgid stave. As it reached the depths of her steaming cauldron, Lacee gasped saying, "you're so deep in me, Philip! I can almost feel you in my throat, and I wish I could suck you too!" Moaning deeply, Philip responded, "it feels like I'm being drawn into a timeless vortex, and I no longer have an identity". By now the sun had risen far enough to illuminate their interlocked bodies,exposed in their primal beauty to the ancient Maya gods. At a distance from its perch in a giant ceiba tree, an alert harpy eagle surveyed the pair as they coupled on the supportive back of the anuran altar. For thirty minutes, they merged their individual identities into a erogenous paean to the ancient gods of Akbalcab, gradually coating the timeworn back of Uo with the piquant fluid leaking from Lacee's steaming kiln. At last, Philip slowly withdrew his glazed organ and stepped backwards to pull her upwards by the hands. "You look like a slippery female Uo, Lacee," he whispered, gazing at her thighs and mons, now glistening with their liquid love. "Turn around and lie face down on the altar so that I can become the male Uo." Lacee stretched languidly on the flattened expanse of the oversized Uo, reaching forward to grasp the animal's forearms and placing her feet on the frog's rigid thighs which were directed laterally from the body. It was not lost upon Philip's eyes that in this position Lacee looked very much like a female frog ready for amplexus. Wasting no time, he stepped forward and grasped her around the waist, lifting slightly to position her dripping crevice in line with his corpulent staff. Unlike the male Uo, which could boast of no organ of intromission, Philip slid his well-lubricated shaft inward until his pubic ruff came to rest against Lacee's burnished buttocks. Sensitized by their previous activity, they both began to moan uncontrollably. Philip's pendant spheres were straining to unload their liquid cargo, and his turgid member seemed to have a mind of its own as it vigorously plumbed the depths of Lacee's grasping chamber. Without realizing it, both were soon breaking the forest silence with deeply resonating "u-u-o-o", "u-u-o-o" sounds, that seemed to emanate from the depths of their souls. Finally, uttering a booming bass "u-u-u-o-o-o" that reverberated among the trees, Philip withdrew his bursting organ, which proceeded to inundate Lacee's tawny back and buttocks with pulsating streams of glistening cream. When his liquid passion was finally expended, Philip leaned forward to massage the creamy lotion into the skin of Lacee's backsides as she squirmed and quietly moaned. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 04 During their passionate ritual, neither Lacee or Philip had paid attention to the weather, but as they returned to their senses on the back of the frog sculpture, it began to thunder in the mountains to the east. They approaching storm rapidly developed and moved in their direction, almost as if it had responded to their offering made on the altar of Uo. Thunder was soon reverberating through the nearby trees, as lightning flashes illuminated the darkened forest. Lacee and Philip quickly took refuge in the nearby temple to weather the violent storm, which was soon dumping a deluge that cascaded down the pyramid steps. Within ten minutes, the fast moving storm ceased its electrical activity in their vicinity, and the two of them stepped out into the continuing heavy rain to welcome its cleansing action. As the heavy droplets splattered against their bodies, Philip and Lacee used their hands to assist each other in washing away the remnants of the morning's offering from their loins. "Philip," Lacee said, "it seems that Chac has looked upon our merging bodies favorably. That storm came from nowhere on what started out as a cloudless day." Philip could only nod in assent, wondering how much truth there was to it. Almost as abruptly as the storm had arisen, it stopped, leaving the forest a more brilliant emerald green, dripping the sky's liquid pearls to the floor below. Bundling up their soaked clothes to carry with them, Lacee and Philip began the steep descent of the pyramid. After a slippery fifteen minutes, they arrived safely at the base, where they turned to look upward to the dizzying heights where they had performed their early morning ritual. Around them at various places in the plaza water had collected in pools, and Philip remarked that it was almost certain that tonight they would be serenaded by hundreds of mating Uo. Feeling a kinship with them, Lacee and Philip embraced in a deep kiss that merged their bodies, alone in the vastness of the primeval forest. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 05 My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 19 chapters. This fifth part, Chapters 12-15, continues the story, with increasingly barely believable erotic and exotic situations. The story's evolving sexual tension builds towards a bizarre denouement at the end. Chapter 12 As Philip had surmised, the Uo did breed that night, and for the next two nights thereafter. Heavy rains continued to fall for almost forty-eight hours, and Lacee and Philip were grateful to be snug and dry in their new house. During lulls in the rain, they could hear the roar of the Rio Oscuro as it swept past on its rush to the sea. Both gave a silent prayer of thanks to the gods for allowing them to safely reach Akbalcab in time. For almost two weeks it seemed like the rains continued unabated, during which time they were pretty much restricted to the house and the small adjoining thatched open shelter. There, they could hang their hammocks, talk, and watch the surrounding luxuriant forest as it soaked up the life-sustaining rains. Although it was an uncomfortable time for humans, other animals seemed to revel in the abundant moisture. Frogs and toads, of course, were in heaven, and every night, and a good part of each day, the plaza resounded with booming, mixed choruses of these colorful creatures, gratefully toasting the opportunity for orgiastic mating displays. One morning, during a slight lull in the downpour when the anuran mating was especially frenzied, Lacee and Philip shed their clothes to wade into a shallow aguada to watch the activity. Male frogs of several types were frantically swimming about and engaging receptive females in bouts of promiscuous amplexus, clasping their distaff partners behind the front legs as their responding organs released eggs and sperm to complete the cycle. The coupling amphibians paid no heed to Lacee and Philip as they moved about among them, and the noisy aggregation of fornicating frogs eventually began to have an effect upon Philip. Spying him out of the corner of her eye, Lacee exclaimed, "Philip, look what's happening to you! I think there must be an excess of frog pheromones in the air and now Pedro is ready for action. Come over here to this rock and let's see what we can do about it." Feeling somewhat sheepish, Philip sloshed through the shallow water to a large flat boulder where Lacee reclined with an impish grin on her face. Reaching upward, she grasped his distended organ and began to blow softly on its head. "Do you think if I kiss Pedro I can get him to sing for me?", Lacee asked. "You don't want him to feel inferior to all these noisy frogs and toads, do you?", she continued, teasing the tip with her nimble tongue. In response, the enormous purple head opened its mouth, but sadly, all that emerged were a few clear droplets, which fell tantalizing upon Lacee's lascivious tongue. Sighing in mock sadness, Lacee turned around and knelt upon the rock, saying to Philip, "I guess we'd better redeem ourselves and show these frogs what we mammals can do." Needing no further cue, he stepped forward to rest his distended organ on Lacee's back while he kneaded her dangling breasts. Balancing herself with one hand, she reached backwards with the other to fondle Philip's heavy spheres, occasionally withdrawing it to caress the inside of his thighs and taint. The rain had begun to come down more heavily now, leaving Lacee and Philip to appear as a steaming apparition in the middle of the pond. Their passion rose in proportion to the rain, and Philip backed off to mount Lacee from behind. Both of their bodies were dripping with the heaven-sent liquid, and Philip fought to maintain himself in place on Lacee's squirming body. Finally, in seeming imitation of the clasping frogs, he grasped her firmly above her breasts and with renewed purchase plunged his hardened piston in and out of her resilient chamber. The driving rain had made the boulder impossibly slippery, and Lacee and Philip's locked bodies slid sideways into the shallow pond. Undaunted, as were their amphibian neighbors, the two naked mammals bucked and groaned as part of the chorus, with Philip maintaining his position atop Lacee's back. Finally, with a bass rumble, Philip spewed his load deep within Lacee, who pitched forward in exhaustion. Still interlocked, Philip rolled on his back bringing Lacee to the top where she rested, firmly skewered upon his shaft. While the two of them gradually regained their breath and senses, unconcerned coupling frogs hopped and swam about them in the life-giving waters. Chapter 13 Finally, after about three weeks, the rains began to ease off, and there were some days with no, or limited amounts of rain. By this time, Lacee and Philip were more than ready to continue their explorations, and they decided to go beyond the main plaza. In addition to the three main pyramids surrounding it, the plaza was enclosed by several other lower edifices which appeared to have been living quarters, probably for the city's elite. To the immediate west was the ball court, which was fronted at its west end by another pyramid. Early one relatively dry morning, they set out to explore it, circling the Pyramid and Temple of the Ripe Corn to enter the jumbled ball court from the east. Working their way along the court, it was obvious that it had been flanked on both sides by smooth-sided walls, themselves surmounted by what were probably viewing areas for the common people. They eventually located both stone rings set in the side walls, through which contestants would have tried to bounce the hard rubber balls. This was no easy feat, as the holes were small, and the players could use only their padded hips to direct the ball towards these difficult goals. "I doubt if there would have been any NBA type scores with rules like these," Philip remarked. "Not likely," Lacee answered, "and I'll bet there weren't any prima donnas on the teams either." "You're right there", Philip continued, "these games were far too serious, with their religious and ceremonial undertones, to have any place for inflated egos." The court measured about a hundred feet long by about twenty-five feet wide, and they eventually worked their way to the west end at the base of the far pyramid. Carefully making their way among the jumbled steps, they climbed to the top, which was about seventy-five feet above the ball court. At the top was a small temple, which Philip soon identified as being dedicated to ceremonies for the new or green corn, or yax nal in Maya. Both inside and outside the temple were glyphs that were explicit in this interpretation, and Philip said, "I feel pretty certain that this ball court was important in the ceremonies connected with the corn planting and harvesting cycle, especially since the Temple of the Ripe Corn is located at the opposite end." Their morning's exertions had tired them considerably, and following a light lunch overlooking the ball court, Philip leaned back against the Green Corn Temple, while Lacee stretched out on her back with her head on his lap. The break in the rains had brought out myriads of insects, including the noisy cicadas which inhabited virtually every tree. Their monotonous music soon formed a mesmerizing backdrop to the scene, and Lacee and Philip both responded with drooping eyelids. Soon both were sleeping soundly. She could faintly hear the crowd now, excitedly chattering as they awaited the annual spectacle. The cohune oil lamp burned brightly, casting dancing figures upon the temple walls as she applied the finishing touches to her ceremonial dress. Her slave Chac-ha, or Red Spring, nominally assisted her in dressing, but her youthful impertinence negated most of her activities from a practical standpoint. Chac-ha and several other teenage girls had been received in a gesture of peace from the ruler of Caracol last year, and in spite of the girl's flaws she had become fond of her. "Your ladyship", Chac-ha said, as she combed her mistress' luxuriant pubic hair, "you will be the most beautiful woman out there today." "Thank you", Chac-ha, she responded, "you have become a trusted companion, and I appreciate your compliment. You yourself are becoming a lovely young woman, and perhaps next year you will be chosen for the game." "Do you really think so, my lady", Chac-ha responded, jumping to her feet. Slipping out of her simple cotton shift she stood completely naked before her. She eyed Chac-ha critically, reaching out to tweak her nipples to erection, then turning her slowly around while she stroked her glossy black pubic mound. Chac-ha moaned slightly while spreading her legs and backing up with her shapely buttocks against her mistress. The two of them swayed gently in an erotic interlude before breaking apart to continue with their dressing activities. "Enough for today, my child", she whispered. "you are obviously going to be ready for the game next year, and if you are lucky you will taste the spoils of victory." Turning, Chac-ha once more knelt before her lady. Glancing upward, she admired the braided gold circlet ringing her head, splendidly set off by her shoulder-length raven hair. At the front of her slim neck was a gold clasp holding the short cape of scintillating green quetzal feathers that covered her upper back and shoulders. In front, nothing but a slim jade pendant interrupted the sleek contours of her elegant breasts, prominently capped with nipples that had been rouged by Chac-ha. Lowering her eyes, Chac-ha admired the slim lines of her mistress' waist and bronzed abdomen, which flowed gracefully downward to her upper thighs. Nestled between them was her silky pubic fleece, which reminded Chac-ha of the gossamer threads of a spider web. She bent forward to kiss it reverently. Accenting her mistress' hips was a narrow band of jaguar fur, which flared outward behind to barely cover her well-formed buttocks. Below this splendid display of womanhood was the uninterrupted expanse of her sleek legs, gracefully terminated at her feet by anklets of gold chain. Her feet were shod in soft deerskin sandals, and Chac-ha thought that she had never seen anyone so beautiful. Kissing Chac-ha affectionately on top of her head, she moved towards the doorway, telling her to watch the game from there. As the conch shell trumpets resounded around the court, she stepped forward into the bright sunlight and the hushed murmur of approbation from the crowd below. The scene presented was dazzling, with the white stucco of the pyramids contrasting with the bright blue and red colors of the ball court. Lining both sides were the several hundred spectators from among the common people, while around her and at the opposite end were the privileged nobility. Taking her place on the jaguar-skin covered dais at the edge of the platform, she arranged herself so that her admiring subjects could view her fully. She had only to wait a few moments before additional conch trumpets sounded from the pyramid at the opposite end, signaling the arrival of their lord. He glided regally from the Temple of the Ripe Corn, coming to a halt at the edge of the platform where his striking form could be seen by all. He was clad solely in a magnificent cape of jaguar skin, which stopped at his waist to leave open to view his impressive genitals. Two pendulous testicles hung below his black pubic bush, from which protruded a slumbering penis of kingly proportions. From first-hand experience, she knew that fully erect it was as long as her forearm. She leaned forward with interest to immerse herself in the game. Initiated many years ago by his grandfather, Bolon Wits, the corn sowing ceremonial ball game was in answer to the slaving depredations carried out by their neighbors to the west. For years and years many of their most promising young people were carried off by war parties, while many more were killed in defense of their city. Bolon Wits, or 'Nine Mountains' was afraid that his people would ultimately die out as a result of this population drain, so he initiated this ceremonial ball game in an attempt to increase the birth rate among his people. The ceremony had evolved slowly through his and his son's reign, but had only reached its full potential with the accession of his grandson to the throne. Looking at him standing at the opposite end, she was aware of his obvious virility, the object of unabashed pride from his admiring subjects. Suddenly the crowd fell hushed as the game's contestants filed onto the court from opposite ends. Nine maidens from each end, each cloaked only in a pure white cotton shift, came to a stop in the center and turned to face each other. As they turned their head to view their lord, he addressed them. "You have been chosen by our leaders to represent our people in the corn sowing ceremony. Each of you has made an impression through your virtue and beauty, and each of you is considered worthy to carry our prayers to our gods. To the winners of this game will go the honor of becoming one with the gods. Those of you who do not win will know no shame, but rather return to your lives to carry on the important work of raising families and increasing our wealth as a people. Prepare yourselves for the game, and may Yach Balam be with you." With their lord's command, the eighteen contestants stepped out of their shifts to reveal themselves in their virginal beauty. The crowd murmured in approval, as assistants came forward to prepare the young women for the contest. Each was fitted about the waist with a set of leather pads which rested on their hips, and they were rubbed from head to foot in palm oil. Once this was completed, the hard rubber ball was brought into play. Months of training had brought the contestants to the peak of physical prowess, and their energy was boundless. Part of the reason for the game was to stimulate the spectators sexually, as the sowing of the corn in this instance was an allegory for human fecundity. With their totally unclad, nubile bodies, the eighteen contestants moved about with what seemed to be wanton abandon. Their sleek young bodies, coated in the glistening oil, assumed all manner of poses in pursuit of the ball, and male and female spectators alike were treated to an erogenous spectacle. In this game, the first team to score three goals was to be declared the winner. The teams could be recognized by the color of the flowers woven into their hair, white for one team and red for the other. The game had begun when the sun was at its zenith, and by mid-afternoon both teams had scored twice. By this time the crowd was thoroughly aroused, with couples sitting noticeably closer to one another. At this stage, touching was permitted, but coital activity was proscribed until later. Finally, to the crowd's noisy pleasure, one of the red team's players bounced the ball through the ring for the third and final goal. Immediately, the conch trumpets rang out from both ends and the players lined up in the center facing one another. In unison, disappointed white teammates stepped forward to embrace and kiss the smiling winners. There were no hard feelings, however, as the sweaty, oiled bodies formed a tawny, writing snake down the center of the ball court. Finally, the embracing ended, and the white team members filed off the court to disappear among the spectators and a score of hopeful suitors. The nine winning team members lined up once again facing the Temple of the Ripe Corn, where they could see their lord standing at the top step. Attendants carrying bowls and cups appeared from beside the pyramid and began to wash each of them down with scented water. Each was also given a draught of a golden liquid, which almost immediately seemed to stimulate and excite them. Meanwhile, at the top of the pyramid, his lordship was being ministered to by two female attendants. The crowd gasped in approval as each of the attendants dipped their hands into a bowl and proceeded to alternately stroke their master's prominent organ. Within minutes, it had grown to prodigious size, proudly jutting out in front of his muscled body. He turned to face the virgins below, and at his signal the one who had scored the winning goal began to ascent the stairway. Although it was high and steep, she seemed to float to the top, and once there she was led by the two attendants to a smoothly rounded altar at the edge of the platform where the tableaux was visible to the spectators. Gently, they eased her down on her stomach, leaving her bronzed buttocks proudly revealed in their lordship's direction. As the crowd held their collective breath, he slowly advanced upon this virginal display, coming to a stop with his massive member poised in a virile salute above her waiting receptacle. While one attendant caressed her shoulders and head, the other grasped his swollen shaft to direct it into the maiden's abstemious chamber. With increasingly powerful thrusts, he was soon immersed in her, and the crowd began a rhythmic chant, ts'ap, ts'ap, ts'ap ['plant the seed, plant the seed']. Gradually their tempo and his pace increased, until he threw back his head and roared as his seed was planted deep within her pliant furrow. This was a signal to the aroused crowd, and they separated into pairs who soon made the ball court a sea of moaning, interlocked couples. At the opposite end, she gazed upon her lord as he proceeded to reward the other eight winners, and she offered a silent prayer that each would produce a valuable new member of the royal family. Reclining on her dais, she motioned to Chac-ha standing in the doorway to come to her. Throughout the ceremony she had been stroking her silken mound, and now her damp hand made obvious her arousal. Spreading her legs, she drew Chac-ha downward so that her face was level with her glistening triangle. Needing no further direction, Chac-ha proceeded to kiss and lick her heated crevice until, with a high-pitched wail, she locked her ankles around the young girl and released her passion onto her adoring face. Lacee's eyes suddenly popped open. In a daze, she felt her hand on her mons and saw her shorts beside her. Sights and sounds began to flood her consciousness as she wondered at the sopping wetness between her thighs. She glanced upwards at Philip who was still sound asleep, and then directed her eyes to the scene below the pyramid. Instead of the spectacle that she had recently witnessed, nothing but a jumbled mass of limestone and vegetation greeted her gaze. Smiling to herself, Lacee slumped backwards against Philip to reflect upon the mystery that was Akbalcab. Chapter 14 The day after their investigation of the ball court, Lacee and Philip explored in that direction towards the Rio Las Cuevas. They left the trail as it neared the boat landing and cut a new path southward along this tributary of the Rio Oscuro. About a hundred yards upstream the forest began to take on a different aspect, and soon they found themselves in what appeared to be a fruit grove. They were surrounded by orange and lime trees, bananas, pineapples, and mangos. "Someone must have planted these within the past thirty or forty years," Philip remarked. "I know that no one lives in this area now, but at some time there must have been a homesite here. All of these plants were introduced by Europeans, so they weren't here when the ancient Maya were." "Look, Philip! There are also native fruit trees here in the grove. I see sapote, avocado, annonas, and papaya. I wonder if someone just expanded upon what was originally an orchard for the ancient city?" Thunder of the Gods Pt. 05 "You're probably right", he answered, "but whatever the history, we can certainly make good use of the fresh fruit." "Why don't we collect some today," Lacee said. "I can already taste the juicy mangos. I'll run back to the house and get a basket to carry some home with us." While she was gone, Philip probed the edges of the grove to learn how extensive it was. It was bounded on the west by the river, and to the north and south by the forest. Working his way eastward, he soon found himself at the base of an low mountain that seemed to continue on around towards the back of the main plaza. Climbing upwards, he was able to catch glimpses of the Akbalcab Pyramid in the distance, and surmised that it backed up against the mountain. Carefully picking his way through the undergrowth, he eventually came to an apparent opening of a cave near the top. It was obvious that the mountain was composed of limestone, probably penetrated by at least one cave. The hole he'd discovered was too small to permit entrance, but there was a noticeable draft blowing in his face indicating a more extensive system underground. Returning to the grove to meet Lacee, he vowed to further explore this mountain to see if there was a possible underground connection to the pyramid. The fact that the nearby river was named Las Cuevas, 'the caves', made him suspect that someone in post-Maya times had discovered caves in the area. Lacee and Philip continued their work on defining the limits of Akbalcab, which appeared to be bounded on the north by the Rio Oscuro, on the east by Crique Abeja, on the west by the Rio Las Cuevas, and to the south by the prominent mountain that they had yet to explore. In addition to the main plaza and ball court groups, there was a smaller plaza to the southwest of the Pyramid of the Green Corn. Cursory clearing had identified one pyramid, which appeared to have a small ruined temple on top. At the end of three months, having reached a preliminary delineation of the ruins, Lacee and Philip were ready to delve more deeply into the main pyramid complex, since this was where Philip had made his intriguing discovery more than a year ago. By now, they had accomplished enough vegetation thinning in the main plaza that they could see most of the structures from their house in the clearing. Although the canopy forming trees were still in place, the open vistas below gave them a sense of being within a coherent social center. Contrasting this, of course, was the realization that they were the only humans for miles around, although their many animal neighbors insured against loneliness. Well into the wet season now, several of the trees had fruited, producing attractive foods for the monkeys and parrots. They were daily entertained by spider monkeys foraging among the tops of the ramon, or breadnut, trees, which had undoubtedly been encouraged in the area by the ancient Maya, who also used them as a food source. Fruiting fig trees attracted flocks of parrots and macaws during the daytime, while at night they were just as enticing to bats and kinkajous. This riot of activity made certain that Lacee and Philip were never bored with life in the forest, even if their archaeological investigations grew tedious at times. During a lunch break one day, Lacee and Philip took a basket of mangos and bananas to the large cedar tree that had fallen to create the clearing. The sun shone brightly this day, in contrast to the frequent rainy days that had been so common this early October. Lacee suggested that they stretch out on the tree to dry out in the welcome rays. Clambering up onto the massive trunk to a flat spot, she shed her clothes saying, "I intend to gorge myself on these last mangos of the season, and you know how messy they can be. I'll just let the delightful juice coat me now and wash it off later in the creek." Handing the fruit basket up to Lacee, Philip climbed up the trunk to join her, also dropping his clothes along the way. Using a machete, he peeled two mangos for them, which they each proceeded to devour, the golden juice dripping from their mouths onto their exposed skin. Philip quickly prepared two more mangos, which they dispatched with repeat performances. By this time, both of them were thoroughly juiced in front, and Philip proceeded to rub it around on Lacee's breasts. Lying backwards, she opened her legs and Philip continued spreading and massaging the sticky nectar on her prominently displayed mound. He peeled another mango, and prepared several slices, which he used to further coat her beckoning skin. Reserving one piece, he spread her flushed labia and inserted it into her waiting crevice, where she closed her legs and kneaded it with rhythmic action of her pubic muscles. Gradually, the glistening mango juice began to seep out of Lacee's rosy orifice, and Philip lowered his face to her beckoning crotch. He began by licking up the oozing mango nectar, now transformed into ambrosial honey by the addition of Lacee's own juices. Grasping her around the waist, Philip fastened his mouth to her furred fissure and sucked gently until the buried mango slice popped into his waiting mouth. Moving forward, he and Lacee embraced in a sensual kiss, sharing the fruit so lovingly blessed by Lacee. Finishing the mango slice, Lacee asked Philip to peel a banana for her. While he was engaged in this task, she rolled onto her belly and spread her legs, presenting him with a stimulating view of her bronzed mounds and the inviting crevice between them. Guessing at what she had in mind, Philip straddled her and slowly inserted the banana between her yielding labia. Assisted by Lacee's sensual squirming, he soon had the elongated fruit buried in her down-covered nest. Rising to her knees, Lacee brought her banana-filled chamber close to Philip's face, and he proceeded to extract the honey-dipped fruit with his teeth, greedily consuming it as it passed his lips. Following this gastronomic orgy, Philip stretched out backwards on the flat tree trunk. Recovering her strength, Lacee came forward on her knees and peeled the last mango with the machete. Inching forward between Philip's legs, she proceeded to eat the juicy fruit with her head positioned over his turgid penis, which was directed skyward and patently still begging for relief. Squeezing the mango, she produced an abundant supply of golden juice, with which she coated Philip's hardened mast. Running both her hands up and down its slippery length, she soon elicited pleasurable groans from its owner. Aware of the potential for an eruption, Lacee moved forward to squat over Philip's groin, impaling herself on his mango-coated trunk. Her muscular calves flexing, she propelled herself rapidly up and down his rigid pole, soon generating enough friction to permeate the surrounding air with the scent of heated mangos. Unable to resist any longer, Philip's shaft exploded with a fountain of cream, which mixed with the mango nectar to fill Lacee's clasping chamber with an exotic elixir. By this time, both lovers were exhausted, and Lacee fell forward onto Philip's chest with his appreciative member snugly tucked into her candied haven. Both drifted off into a light slumber, as the tropical sunlight baked their sugar-glazed bodies to perfection. Before long, they were the object of attention by brightly colored butterflies attracted to the fruity aroma permeating the surrounding forest. Chapter 15 It was now late in the rainy season, and the forest was at the height of its annual exuberance. Lacee and Philip lay awake this night in their hammocks, unable to sleep during an unusually warm spell. "Philip, why don't we go visit the Platform of the Stelae?" she asked. "Excellent idea," he responded. "I don't think we're going to be able to sleep until it cools off some." Earlier in the week, they had discovered what they had named the Platform of the Stelae as they were exploring the east side of the base of the main pyramid. Pushing through dense undergrowth, Lacee had come face to face with a large limestone stela, and further investigation over the next three days had revealed a large platform populated by at least a dozen stelae, most of which were at least twelve feet high with intricate and bizarre carvings. Some were accompanied by strangely shaped altars, and Lacee and Philip cleared away as much vegetation as possible to expose the entire scene. Philip thought that it might be a historical record of the city, although the center of the platform was dominated by a carved diorama of exquisite eroticism. With a full moon lighting their way, Philip and Lacee made their way along the now familiar trail to the base of the main pyramid. Neither was wearing shoes, as the trail was well cleared and smooth. Lacee padded along in front of Philip, her white T-shirt fringing the curve of her beckoning buttocks, leaving the tawny expanse of her shapely legs open to his moonlit appreciation. For his part, Philip had been resting nude in his hammock, and he had seen no reason to encumber himself with clothes as they set out on their nocturnal expedition. After a ten minute walk, they surmounted the east side of the pyramid and were rewarded with a silvery view of the panorama presented by the stelae-studded platform. The brilliant moon was almost directly overhead, bathing the entire scene in an unearthly glow and highlighting the carved stelae like so many prehistoric gargoyles. Lacee made her way between the shaped limestone blocks to the center of the platform, where the erotic diorama was accented by the lunar radiance. She gazed in admiration and awe at the mute exhibition presented to her. An immense stela, at least fifteen feet high and carved on all four sides, dominated the scene. The back side depicted what was obviously a royal personage, impressively equipped with a massively slack penis which dangled downward to his knees. On the east side, the upper torso of a well-endowed female, also of royal visage, protruded from the solid stone, her sculpted breasts and erect nipples displayed in eternal arousal. Opposite, on the west side of the stela, what must have been the backside of this same beckoning lady jutted out of the smooth limestone. Her lower back flowed gracefully into a prominent set of smooth, rounded buttocks, which continued in wanton abandon downward on spread legs, indicating a state of expectant receptivity. Obviously meant to dominate the stela, the front side depicted the same male personage as the rear, the primary difference being his monstrously erect member, framed at the base by his encircling hands. In girth it would have shamed a stout sapling tree, and in length it reached from Lacee's fingertips to her elbow. When Philip arrived at the scene, Lacee was seated astride this stone shaft, its tip proudly protruding from beneath her T-shirt as she straddled its smooth mass with the clinging cleavage of her buttocks. Philip watched in amusement as Lacee stroked the length of this ancient phallus, and turned an appreciative eye to the complementary half of this diorama. Directly in front of the stela was an erotic altar faithfully carved to depict a voluptuous maiden reclined backwards on a flat surface. Her legs were invitingly opened and seemingly beckoning to the nearby well-endowed stela so obviously primed for coitus petrous. As if to certify the skill of her creator, the maiden was supplied with a prominent mound of sculpted pubic hair, parted by her hands to reveal a cavernous vagina of unknown depth. Intrigued, Philip inserted his hand to discover to his amazement that this limestone crevasse was as smooth as glass. "Lacee", he said in muted wonder, "it's almost as if these two have spent all of these centuries fornicating in a rocky defiance of death. You can almost feel the sexual tension in the air, and I know that it's arousing me." Squirming sensually on her phallic perch, Lacee could feel her own libido growing, and she slowly withdrew her T-shirt to reveal her sweating body, erect nipples attesting to her state of arousal. Leaning backwards against the penis' silent lord, her hand came in contact with a container of suntan lotion that she now remembered leaving there a couple of days ago when they were clearing the area. Eyes glowing with feline intensity, she opened the container and began to liberally coat the rock organ until it slid smoothly between her hands. For a few moments she redirected her fingers to her gaping vulva, and within minutes her lubricated chamber was steaming with desire. Deftly changing directions, she grasped the stone lord's arms and with the help of her feet pushed herself outwards to position her furry crevice at the glistening head of the unyielding phallus. Moaning softly, she began slowly to impale herself on the rock colossus, gradually reaching the halfway point of its immense length. At that point, Lacee began working her body inwards and outwards, her yielding cavern spreading to enfold the Maya lord's stout, petrified timber. Meanwhile, Philip had been observing Lacee as his hands stroked his awakening manhood, and soon her quickening moans brought him to complete arousal. He picked up the lotion contained that Lacee had dropped, and sensually stroked his shaft from base to tip, liberally coating it with a silky protective layer. As Lacee's breath quickened and her sighs became continuous, Philip turned and began energetically stroked his turgid member, now begging for release. Just as he thought he could contain himself no longer, he heard Lacee scream in orgasmic relief, and dropping to his knees he plunged his bucking prick into the invitingly smooth stone vagina. Eyes glowing and with an uncontainable growl, Philip threw back his head and released a load of superheated semen into the cool depths of his limestone lover. Collapsing backwards in emotional exhaustion, Philip found himself staring upwards at Lacee's clenching buttocks as she completed her stony orgasm. Groaning slightly, she disengaged from her mute partner, and spreading her legs squatted to bring her abraded crevice into range of Philip's mouth, where he proceeded to soothe her inflamed labia with his empathetic tongue. After several minutes of this lingual therapy, Lacee shifted position to on her stomach on Philip with her ever ravenous cavern still within range of his tongue. In this new disposition, she was situated to minister to his semi-relaxed staff, which had now slid out of its rocky receptacle. Kissing its ponderous span gently, she soon had it coaxed into rigid attention. Stimulated by its primordial beauty, she engulfed its bulbous helmet, using her tongue and teeth to prompt its further engorgement. Stroking its slippery length, Lacee felt her tongue-filled chamber begin to beg for more. Disengaging gently, she turned to face Philip and raised herself slightly to impale her glowing furnace on his monumental shaft. Glancing upwards, she noticed the eternal erection of the Maya lord, and reaching outwards with her hands, she grasped it for leverage as she rode Philip's plunging pole. Before long the moonlit panorama echoed with the primeval sounds of unbridled passion as Lacee and Philip fused their bodies in a fiery genital volcano. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 06 My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 20 chapters. This fifth part, Chapters 16-18 continues the story, with increasingly barely believable erotic and exotic situations. The story's evolving sexual tension builds towards a bizarre denouement at the end. * Chapter 16 For the next two months Philip and Lacee continued their exploration of the ruins, focusing their attention upon the Akbalcab pyramid and the mysterious tomb deep within its bowels. They had managed to remove the blockage at its entrance, easing their access to examine its contents and murals more closely. Working by the light of a gas lantern, they slowly unraveled the intriguing and puzzling tale told by the walls. The murals were accompanied by extensive glyphic messages, detailing the story of apparently the city's last ruler. To their consternation, the tableaux appeared to be incomplete, with at least one mural missing. Philip had suggested that it was possible that something catastrophic had happened before the entire message was completed, but they could find no evidence to support this hypothesis. On this day, they were closely examining the wall adjacent to the large stone altar that dominated the room, when Philip made an intriguing discovery. "Feel here, Lacee," he said, pointing to what appeared to be a seam in the wall. "It seems to me as if I can feel cool air rushing through." "I think you're right," she responded, bringing her face up close to the wall. "Let me light one of those candles and see if the flame flickers." Without a doubt the candle flame bent noticeably in the direction away from the wall, at one point almost being extinguished. "I wonder if there's a cave behind this wall, maybe even connecting to the hole I discovered on the hill behind the temple earlier this year?" Philip said. Try as they might, however, they could find no way to get behind the wall into what promised to be a secret chamber. "I think we should try out the ritual that is explained in these murals and glyphs, Lacee," Philip said. "They not only describe an incredibly sensual experience, but they may give us some additional insight into what happened to the rulers and people of Akbalcab." "You don't have to convince me any further"" replied Lacee. "I get wet between my legs just looking at these erotic murals. As a matter of fact, I'd like to ride that incredible pole of yours right now. But we'd better save this place for the ritual. Let's go across the plaza to the Colelcib Temple. I had a curious dream last night and it seemed to have taken place there," she continued. "In it I was the king's wife, and it was my role to give a captured ruler from Caracol his final orgasm before he was lead off to be sacrificed at the main temple. I think we should try to recreate the scene, except of course that you won't be led off to be killed." Back at their hut, Lacee instructed Philip to remove his clothing and allow her to bind his hands behind his back. She then loosely placed a rope around his neck and picking up a bag that she had prepared they set out towards the Temple of the Honey Goddess. With his hands bound behind him, Philip climbed the steep pyramid stairs carefully, his mind too preoccupied with maintaining his balance to appreciate the erotic vision of Lacee's naked body mounting the steps in front of him. Once at the top, she quickly took a bandana from her bag and blindfolded Philip. Leading him to a stone pillar just inside the temple doorway, she removed the rope from his neck and used it to bind him to the pillar. "For right now you must remain blindfolded, Philip," Lacee said. "try to put yourself in the place of a captured royal prisoner who is going to be sacrificed at dawn tomorrow. I'm going further into the temple to make some preparations, and when I return you will receive my greatest gift before you meet your death." Without his sight, Philip began to pay close attention to his other senses. It was now early afternoon, and he could feel the warm shaft of light entering the doorway from the westering sun. Singing their praises to the hot sun were hundreds of cicadas, most of which had recently emerged following the end of the rainy season. This late in the day there were relatively few birds singing, but his sensitized ears did pick out the plaintive song of a Nightingale Wren foraging somewhere in the nearby ruins. He began to also notice smells. Most prominent was the heady aroma of a nearby flowering tree, probably some leguminous giant that had dropped its leaves to concentrate its energy on its reproductive effort. The thought of reproduction prompted Philip to think of Lacee's dream and the ritual they were preparing to emulate. He wondered what it would actually feel like to be facing imminent death. Would such a person even be able to have an erection? Did the Maya royalty believe in their immortality? Would the captured ruler's seed be carried by the Honey Goddess to fruition? These were all puzzling ruminations, and he supposed there was no way they could really know for sure. Philip's reverie was broken by awareness of a new smell, the sweet, heady aroma of vanilla. He heard a slight rustling noise and then arms around his head as his blindfold was removed. His eyes slowly adjusted to the influx of light, and he beheld what appeared to be an apparition between him and the doorway. He knew it had to be Lacee, but the sight of her left him dumb-founded. Her glossy black hair covered her shoulders and framed her bare breasts, the areolas now accentuated by some type of rouge. Below her breasts Lacee's flawless, bronze skin flowed sensuously downward to the top of a skirt at her hips. Prior to this he was used to seeing her in short skirts when she wore one, but this was ankle length and hugged her lower torso like a second skin. This skirt was proof that sometimes 'less is more', as the outline of her lovely body beneath the cloth was extremely erotic. He had just seen her completely naked, but now in this state she began to arouse him. Lacee moved towards him, not saying a word, and produced a jar from which he could detect the smell of vanilla. He also noted that her hair emanated this same odor, accentuating the orchid blossoms that she had woven into it. Kneeling in front of him, Lacee dipped her fingers into the jar and very slowly began to rub the skin of his thighs, groin, and buttocks with the warm, heady liquid. It seemed to be some sort of oil, and the sensation soon produced a fire in Philip's loins. Within a minute, his penis was inflated to the bursting point, its huge head brushing against Lacee's face as she continued to anoint him. Philip's sexual arousal soon reached the state where his enormous shaft was twitching up and down in front of Lacee, and she took it in both hands to begin covering it with the sensuous oil. Slipping it back and forth in her hands, she soon had him in a frenzied state as he strained at the binding rope and groaned with eyes closed. Rising nimbly to her bare feet, Lacee backed away from Philip so that he could view her more fully. She began slowly to cover her breasts and upper body with the vanilla-scented oil, gradually working her hands downward towards her skirted lower regions. Slowly, her hips and buttocks began to sway back and forth, as she caressed her groin through the material. Philip watched mesmerized from his vantage point, his throbbing penis drooling unabashedly on the temple floor. As she continued to sway, Lacee slowly began to unwrap the skirt, gradually exposing her inviting buttocks and legs. Totally naked beneath, she eased the material to the floor and drew closer to Philip where she began to apply the scented oil liberally to her lower body. She turned with her back to him and spread her legs as she coated the inside of her thighs. As she arched her back, his eyes drank in the sight of the rounded globes framing her pouting nether lips and ebony bush, highlighted by the sunlight streaming through the doorway. Philip moaned in agony, wishing that he could grasp his insistent pole and massage it to relief. Turning towards him, Lacee drifted closer bringing with her the numbing, animal scent of her aroused state. She parted her labia with her hands, and began to massage the cleft to lubricate it with her oily fingers. Smiling at Philip, she asked, "Are you ready to reap your final reward, my lord captive?" Mumbling incoherently, he could only nod, thinking that he now knew the reactions of the ancient Maya captives. Nothing could withstand the assault of Lacee's charms. Grasping his manhood firmly, she drew it into her mouth, slowly working it in and out, at times dragging her teeth along its prodigious length. After a few minutes, she drew backwards to admire its monumental proportions, her eyes glazing over as she contemplated what was to come. At length, Lacee, if it was Lacee, said huskily, "You have a magnificent prick, my lord. Almost as beautiful as my king's staff. It's a shame that you will have to be sacrificed, wasting all the wonderful cream that those burly balls could produce. But since we can't interfere with ritual, we can at least make the most of the little time you have remaining." Philip for his part was speechless, his mind numbed with desire. Lacee approached again, and turning to face the doorway, she bent over to expose her glistening cleft to his view. Backing up to Philip, she took his massive organ in both hands and directed its slide into her grasping channel. Driving herself backwards, she was soon impaled on his monster prick's entire length, and moaning with pleasure, she began to rock backwards and forwards. Soon she was furiously riding his rigid pole, while Philip bucked forward as far as his bonds would allow. Without his hands to grasp Lacee around the waist he could only help so much, but she managed to keep his throbbing timber buried within her. Philip could feel the uncontrollable tension building within him, and he began a bellowing roar. As a torrent of cream spewed forth into her from his pounding organ, Lacee shouted, "a-i-y-e-e-e", in a release that was probably heard throughout the ruins. Philip continued ejaculating for what seemed like minutes, his knees threatening to buckle as he drained of energy. Lacee continued pushing in and out against his stiff rod, mumbling, "Fuck me my lord, fuck..me..my..lord, fuck....me....my....lord. Don't ever stop from now through eternity." It's not certain if either of them heard it, but across the plaza a magnificent black jaguar drifted forth from the Akbalcab temple and began a deep, throaty roar that echoed throughout the ancient city. Lacee finally disengaged her steaming tunnel from Philip's still-engorged penis, and turning, knelt to take it into her mouth. Wrapping both hands around it to steady herself, she began rocking backwards and forwards to inflame him once again. His huge staff, slippery with the juices of her cunt, slipped noisily in and out of her voracious mouth. After about ten minutes of this oral ecstasy, he began to moan loudly, and Lacee felt his heavy balls began to contract. Pulling away, she quickly reversed position to straddle his throbbing prick, and grasping it again she milked it rapidly until with a shout, he released his second load into the air. Lacee watched in wonder as Philip's creamy effluent arched outward, almost reaching the doorway several feet away. "Oh, my lord," she exclaimed, "now I can see why it feels so powerful when you come inside me. You have the most magnificent prick in the kingdom, and I can't get enough of it. If we didn't have to prepare for the ritual, I'd keep you tied up here and fuck you all night." Chapter 17 Following closely the directions they had transcribed from the walls of the tomb, Lacee gathered leaves from the allspice tree, leaves and fruit from the copal tree, pods from the vah vinakil ['manhood food'] vine, and fruit from the semi-wild chile bushes scattered around the ruins. Using a mano and metate taken from the tomb, she carefully and fervently ground these ingredients into a coarse powder, a task that consumed several hours. If they had interpreted the paintings and glyphs correctly, the next step was to steep the fragments in cold rain water for three days, hidden from the sun in an earthen jar in the temple. This done, she returned to the tomb in the Temple of Akbalcab to assist Philip with his preparations for perhaps the most frightening part of the ritual that they had transcribed. Lacee looked deeply into his eyes, trying to convince herself that Philip was intent on following through with the ritual, and he nodded his assurance to her. The day before, they had burned copal incense from dawn to dusk in the tomb, and now the only smells remaining were from the copal and the gas lantern flickering in the corner. Philip began briskly to strip off his clothes, handing them to her to take when she left the tomb. From the small bag around her waist, Lacee removed wads of silk cotton collected from a sacred Ceiba tree, and Philip carefully filled his ears with the fibers, blocking out those organs' sensations. Lacee felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach as she watched beads of perspiration form on his forehead, but his eyes were bright and reassuring. Around them the grotesquely erotic figures danced on the walls as the lantern hissed and the light fluttered and took his place at the stone altar, where he was to remain for three days with nothing but a palm mat underneath him for comfort. Philip paused beside the altar and Lacee admired his glistening lean body as she handed him the jar of cool water, his only link to the real world for the next three days. She paused briefly to devour the sight of his dangling manhood, somehow magnificent even in its seven inch quiescence, and offered a silent prayer to her ancestors to protect him. The ritual instructions would not allow her even a last minute stroking, and he smiled at her and nodded towards the doorway. Lacee swallowed her fear, watched as he took a deep breath and settled onto the hard slab. She quickly picked up the lantern and departed from the tomb. Glancing back into the warm darkness, she could see or hear nothing, and she shivered at the thought of his next seventy-two hours. For a brief moment she mused on the message of the Akbalcab codex, and a warm feeling spread from her vagina to encompass her body and transform her shivers of fear to those of anticipation. Slowly ascending the treacherous steps, she emerged from the top of the temple into the twilight. To the east was the fog enshrouded spine of the Maya Mountains, appearing to beckon with promises of unknown treasures. Had her ancestors contemplated this view in the same way, or had their minds been on more immediate worries such as this year's maize crop? Shrugging her shoulders and giving a worried glance towards the interior of the temple, Lacee descended the temple steps as quickly as she could to the hut in the plaza. Screaming Amazon parrots abruptly shook her from her dream state, and Lacee was not unhappy about it. Alone in the hut in the middle of this vast rainforest, it was sometimes difficult to separate dreams from reality, and the excitement she felt when thinking about the murals and glyphs in the tomb only served to heighten the surrealism. In her dream she had been naked at the top of a temple, splayed on her back atop a huge stone phallus. She could hear the moans of a crowd far below, but the brilliant sunlight blinded her to all but the fantastic figure before her. He had the head of a huge black jaguar, but there the feline resemblance ended. His massive chest was adorned with a breastplate of gold and quetzal feathers, but otherwise he was naked. Catlike teeth were bared in a grimace, eyes glowing green, and both his hands were wrapped around his giant red, throbbing penis. With deep-throated growls he began to advance on her as the crowd began to moan louder, and although she knew she should be terrified, something inside her began to burn. The parrots had brought her back to her hammock, but she would feel uneasy for the rest of the morning. Lacee's thoughts quickly jumped to Philip, and she had a brief moment of terror followed by feelings of liquid anticipation. By now he had been deprived of most physical sensation, except that to be felt through the skin. If Philip followed the ritual as directed, he would spend the entire three days on his back on the altar, all sensations of sight and sound blocked from his mind. She traveled back to when they had finally cleared the entrance to the tomb and entered into a world so bizarre as to be almost beyond belief. The room itself was as large as the Maya corbelled arch would allow, which was not all that large. But this lack of size was forgotten in the glow of the vibrant murals and accompanying glyphs, which covered the other three walls. The center was occupied by a massive stone slab, which Philip said reminded him of Pacal's tomb at Palenque in Mexico. Instead of the ornately adorned human figure carved on Pacal's slab, however, this slab was carved in bas relief with a snarling jaguar, standing on his hind legs and pawing at the sky. The most striking feature was his huge, erect, humanoid penis, with thunderbolts discharging from the tip. Lacee brought her reverie to an end, knowing that to complete the ritual there was nothing she could do for Philip for another two days. She went to her storage chest and retrieved the copy of the ritual they had transcribed from the codex. Her herbal mixture was prepared and steeping in the temple, but now she had to fulfill the requirements directed towards her. She thought that they sounded strangely exciting, and they were certainly not as frightening as those prescribed for Philip. Her first ritualistic undertaking was to go to the nearby Crique Abeja with the beautiful little waterfall with nine plunges. Philip explained that the Maya believed there were nine steps to the underworld, but she couldn't find any plausible connection with the waterfall. Her instructions were to bathe, insert nine cacao beans wrapped in an allspice leave into her vagina, and lie with her legs splayed open exposing her love tunnel to the waterfall. She was to do this three times during the day, for as long as she was comfortable each time. Fortunately, there was a smooth flat rock right under the waterfall, and she settled languidly back on it. At first she was annoyed with the force of the water on her tender labia, but this quickly passed as she began to concentrate on the cacao beans. It was probably her imagination, but she could feel them growing and moving about within her vagina. Her mind wandered as she remembered that Philip had explained the significance of cacao beans to the ancient Maya, and the role that they played as units of monetary exchange and symbols of wealth for the powerful. Scientists had later even dubbed them Theobroma cacao, or chocolate food of the gods, and perhaps this is how the Maya also viewed them. Lacee's eyes focused on a bright green hummingbird above her, and in the next instant she felt its tongue flickering against her right nipple. Her eyes were transfixed on this emerald jewel, and she felt her right nipple swelling until she thought it would burst. Just as she thought she could stand it no more, it quickly darted to her left nipple, which immediately engorged to match her right one. Not only were her nipples swollen to the bursting point, but her vagina began to contract in spasms of pleasure and her hips were bucking wildly. She began to scream and her eyes popped open. She darted a quick look at her breasts, which appeared normal, and then down below, where all she could see were several cacao beans swirling about in an eddy in the pool. Lacee felt drained and ravenous, so she decided to return to the hut for lunch. Although she was slightly shaken by her experience, she nevertheless felt warm and with an incredible glow all over. She decided that her clothes were a nuisance, and felt like her feet had wings as she ran naked back to the hut in the plaza. Above her in overpowering silence stood the Akbalcab temple, and somewhere deep inside lay Philip, entombed in his mind. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 06 Philip's eyelids fluttered, but something was restraining them and nothing seemed normal. Gradually comprehension set in, followed by momentary panic, as he realized that he had no sense of time or place. The only sensation registering in his mind was that of the mat pressing against his body as he lay on his back. He had no idea how long he'd been here since Lacee had gone, taking with her the light and all connection to the world outside the tomb. The thought of Lacee triggered something deep within his body, and he began to feel another sensation. His flaccid penis was draped across his thigh, but thoughts of Lacee were beginning to awaken it. In what seemed like an instant, his tumescent member felt like a flagpole, a sensation heightened by his inability to see it. He knew that fully erect it could not be more than ten inches, a gracious plenty in anyone's book, but it now felt like a tree trunk that would brush the ceiling at any minute. His rational self knew, especially after having transcribed the Akbalcab codex, that the purpose of the isolation was to focus his whole body on his manhood. On the other hand, given the lack of any other sensory input, he began to seriously question how long he could tolerate the single sensation of what felt like an enormously distended penis. How much longer did he have to wait before the return of Lacee -- one day, two days, more? Was he a fool to attempt to perform this ritual, and what did he hope to gain from it? He knew that the ritual was designed to bring the sexual experience to a peak reached only by the gods, but was his will power up to the challenge? The codex had made it clear that ejaculation during the isolation period negated the whole effect of the ritual, but he wondered how he could remain in this engorged state for three days without releasing. But then again, he had no idea how much time remained, and maybe the hope that the end was near was the key. His mind racing, Philip tried to focus on the events leading up to the moment, and he managed to return his thoughts to his work deciphering the codex. Most of the glyphs were familiar to him from the start, at least in their style, but he immediately knew that they were of a special significance in relation to the accompanying murals. The murals were the most fantastic depictions that he had ever seen in Maya art, totally unlike anything else from any other site. To begin with, there was no evidence anywhere of any ritualistic warfare, terrorizing of captives, or human sacrifice, themes that predominate throughout the world of the ancient Maya. The scene began to the left of the tomb's entrance, the first panel depicting what appeared to be a young Maya noble in full regalia. His magnificent quetzal feather headdress flowed around his shoulders, and his lower body was sheathed in a jaguar skin skirt. Unlike other depictions of Maya nobles, however, there was no evidence of instruments of war or power in his hands. In contrast, his left hand grasped a normal sized erect penis, while with his right he was presenting a bunch of plants to a nearby woman. Women were rarely depicted in Maya murals, and never shown in such erotic disarray as this one. She reclined on a stone bench draped in jaguar skins, and her right hand was caressing her downy mound as she gestured towards him with her left hand. The accompanying glyphic text identified him as prince Yax Balam, which Philip had translated as Jaguar-man Growing, and it appeared that the woman was his wife, Cibchen, literally translated as Well of Honey. It did not escape Philip's notice that ch'en could also be translated as 'vagina', hence rendering it her name 'Honeyed Vagina'. The remaining glyphs were in the standard Maya calendric notation, indicating that the year was 9.16.15.0.0, or A.D. 766. The second panel showed three persons, one of them obviously Yax Balam and a second just as obviously his wife, Cibchen. Yax Balam was in the process of withdrawing his noticeably larger erect member from the upraised buttocks of the recumbent Cibchen, whose face was depicted with exaggerated tears flowing from it. With his right hand Yax Balam was accepting a scepter-like object from a noble depicted wearing the death mask. Upon translating the glyphic message, Philip discovered that Yax Balam's father, Yum Kaax, translated as Lord of the Sown Fields, was the personage depicted with the death mask. The message further stated that Yum Kaax had been killed in warfare with inhabitants raiding from distant Caracol, and that in this year of 9.16.14.0.0, or A.D. 772, Yax Balam had succeeded his father to the throne. Noticeable in its prominence in the mural was a bench covered with bowls and grinding implements, indicating that Yax Balam was a skilled herbalist, an allusion substantiated by the glyphic message which also referred to him by the name Yum Yax, or Green Lord. The final message from the glyphs was the transformation of Yax Balam, Jaguar-man Growing, into Balam Vinakil, or Jaguar Manhood, by which name he would henceforth be known. Philip was brought out of his deep reverie by an almost strangling thirst, and he remembered that he had not drunk anything since Lacee left. He reached for the water jug on the floor and drank deeply of the cool water, the only physical sensation other than his distended organ that his mind had registered for what seemed like weeks. Although the water relieved his parched throat and brought him renewed vigor, it also had made him acutely aware once again of his throbbing manhood. It now felt as if his entire being consisted of a grossly enlarged penis attached directly to his brain, a sensation that he could not shake in the absence of any other sensory input. He felt as if his organ was pulling him off of the altar in an attempt to crawl out of the tomb and up the stairs like a giant anaconda searching for prey. He tried to think of anything else to get his mind off of his wandering penis, but all that came into mind were visions of a naked Lacee. She was spread face up on a jaguar skin, her hands framing her dark bush, from which protruded engorged labia that pulsated with his heartbeat. As his heart raced, her hands moved to her heaving breasts, which were surmounted by nipples so prominent that they cast shadows on her belly. Just then he noted to his surprise that her hands and sprouted feline claws, and as she lunged at him with them he gratefully fainted into a deep sleep. Chapter 18 After a leisurely lunch of fruit growing nearby, Lacee began her next ritualistic chore, and she still didn't bother to wear clothes. It seemed so unnecessary out here in the forest with the ghosts of her ancestors, and her body responded to the breezes and passing vegetation like a wanton lover. This time she was to search the surrounding forests for a tail feather from a Motmot, a brightly colored bird with the unusual habit of stripping away most of the feather except for the tip. To a human it didn't seem to make much sense, but to other Motmots these seemingly enlarged tips were highly stimulating. Lacee spent the better part of the afternoon wandering the forest in search of a feather, interrupted twice by return visits to the waterfall to repeat her morning's ritualistic bath. She did not experience the hummingbird episode again, and she was still not sure if she had dreamed it. In contrast to the first time, however, when she exposed her open mound to the waterfall now she immediately felt the most exquisite pleasure and desire. Her hips thrust uncontrollably upwards to meet the water, which felt more and more like an enormous penis pumping away inside her. On her way back to the hut from her last bath she spotted a Motmot feather on the trail, and she felt a thrill in fulfilling one more requirement of the ritual. Knowing of the feather's later intended use, she couldn't help but flutter it about her nipples, and the result was electric. They engorged as never before, and her knees buckled beneath her. Practically crawling the rest of the way to the hut, she gratefully slumped into the hammock for a dreamless night's sleep. Lacee was awakened gradually to the sounds of a monotonous, unmusical croaking, which she finally recognized as the attempts by Keel-billed Toucans to communicate with one another. Shivering slightly in the early morning air on her naked body, she mused from her hammock that with their bright colors and prominent, apparently useless bills, the Toucans had no need for melodious voices. She found her hand aimlessly massaging her lower lips as she decided that the Toucan's huge red-tipped bill was highly effective for communication with others of its kind. She dropped her feet to the earthen floor, and stretched her body like a lithe cat. As a matter of fact, she felt so relaxed that she almost caught herself purring. After a delightful breakfast of juice-laden fruits, she decided to visit the waterfall to wash off the residue from her body after first vigorously rubbing the juices into her skin. She was beginning to wonder why people ever wore clothes, and smiled in anticipation of her aquatic ritual. By late morning she had become emotionally satiated at the waterfall, and she returned to the hut to begin the second stage of today's ritual. Two days earlier, Lacee had saved a small amount of the powdered vah vinakil vine pods and the chile fruits, and she now placed them in a small earthen bowl from the tomb. Yesterday she had collected nuts from the cohune palm tree, and she proceeded to crack them and extract the white meat inside. She placed the cohune meat into a pot of boiling water, and after banking the fire went outside to relax in the sun. She had never been a big fan of sun bathing, as had most of her light-skinned college friends, but now she felt an overwhelming urge to pay homage to this powerful orb with her supple body. After about an hour she returned to the hut, where an oily film had formed on top the boiling water. Lacee knew that this was the fine cohune nut oil, so highly prized as a lubricant by the British in World War II, and much earlier by the ancient Maya for ritual purposes. Using a spoon, she skimmed off the hot oil and put it carefully into the bowl containing the powdered plant material, and her nose instinctively reacted to the pungent odor produced. As she stirred the concoction, she noticed her nose draining profusely. Apparently the fumes were stimulating more than her sense of smell. Gradually she worked the liquid into a thick, lotion-like state, and decided that the whitish fluid was as prescribed by the ritual. It was by now approaching late afternoon, and Lacee prepared to undertake the next ritualistic phase. She relaxed back onto the hammock, and set the bowl of creamy fluid next to her on the floor. With her right hand she dipped a small amount from the bowl, and carefully transferred it to her pubic area. She massaged it into her inner and outer lips, and lovingly caressed her clitoris with the strange liquid. Within a few minutes, her entire mound felt like it was on fire, and she could feel each individual nerve cell screaming. For about ten minutes Lacee writhed in sensual agony in the hammock before the burning subsided. Afterwards she could notice nothing else except for the perception of slight puffiness in her labia. According to the ritual, she had to apply this mixture a total of nine times in this fashion before dusk tomorrow night. She decided she would apply it again during the night if she awakened, and drifted off to sleep to the rhythmic calls of the forest frogs. Her eyes popped open, but the darkness was total and contributed to Lacee's sense of uneasiness. She tried to calm herself with regular breathing, and gradually her senses brought her in touch with the world outside her hut. The frogs had stopped singing, so she knew that it was probably well into the night. The only sound to reach her ears was what seemed to be padded feet circling the hut. The sounds continued for just a few minutes, and then there was silence. Lacee held her breath, and finally from over near the temple of Balam Vinakil she heard a stentorian throaty roar repeated at rapid intervals. After about a minute, the sound stopped and all Lacee could hear were the normal sounds of the nighttime forest insects. She recognized the bass roar as that of balam, the jaguar. She pondered this new experience for a few more minutes, and then decided that it presented no danger to her. Fully awake now, Lacee decided that she should repeat the application of the liquid as prescribed by the ritual. Once again she caressed her labia and clitoris with the creamy fluid, working it tenderly into the tissues. As before, her prominent mound caught fire, but this time the fiery sensation was quickly replaced by a new feeling. Her clitoris seemed to be growing, pushing its way upward to free itself from the confines of her vagina, and her inner lips seemed to be alive, trying to find something to wrap around. Lacee quickly pushed her fingers into her vagina to try to allay the feeling, and was relieved to discover that it did. She was surprised to feel how wet she was below, almost as if she was back under the pulsating waterfall. As before, the unusual sensations soon left her, but she was left with an empty feeling that she tried to relieve by clenching her buttock muscles and thrusting her mound upwards. Three more times before dawn Lacee applied the ritual cream, and each time the sensations became both more pleasurable while at the same time leaving her achingly empty. She awoke at dawn feeling uneasy, yet surprisingly invigorated. Lacee tried to suppress her uneasiness with the thought that tonight she would be back in the tomb with Philip and all that this promised. As her thoughts drifted back from him and the tomb, she found herself fondling her clitoris, which seemed to be straining to be free. She'd always considered it to be of normal size, but today it felt distended and highly sensitive. Her activities in this region reminded her that she still had four more applications of the cream before dusk, so she proceeded to lubricate herself again. As her fingers deftly fluttered about her lips and clitoris, gently massaging in the cream, she knew that she could feel them grow. Her outer lips appeared to her disbelieving eyes like parallel orogenic mountain ranges, while her engorging clitoris might well be an active volcano preparing to erupt. The sensations were exquisite, but maddeningly frustrating as her passion went unfulfilled. She thought of the horses of her youth, the stallions with their incredible ramrods, and wished that she had one right now to service her. Her hand could barely satisfy her needs, and she wanted for a brief moment to shave away her pubic bloom to get a better look. She remembered how Philip loved her glossy black nest, especially when he slept with his head between her legs, and she knew that she would keep her ebony inflorescence for him. As her randiness gradually subsided, Lacee wondered if she could endure three more of these sessions today. Almost in a daze, she collapsed back into the hammock and drifted into a fitful slumber. By mid-afternoon Lacee had endured the eighth euphoric assault on her genitals, and if anything it was getting more excruciating than ever. This last time she had barely to touch her swollen mound with the cream before the tissues burst into tumescence, and there seemed to be no way that she could satisfy the burning desire down below. She leapt from the hammock and paced the hut searching for relief, and was startled at the musky flow from her loins. Backing up to Philip's backpack, she fitted her buttocks over the aluminum frame and ground her flaming mound into the metal, but this seemed only to stimulate her more. Finally in desperation she ran from the hut, her long raven hair streaming behind, and sought out her waterfall in the stream below. Under its pounding incessancy she eventually found relief, and gradually regained her strength. Lacee knew that in less than two hours she would have to undergo the ninth and final application of the cream, and she tried to steel herself for the ordeal. If she timed it right she would be able to coincide her ascent of the temple with the period of exquisite torture, which she hoped would subside by the time she reached the tomb and Philip. She knew that she could not seek immediate relief from him, but at least the next stage in the ritual should provide some diversion. Whether dreaming or not, Philip had no idea, but his mind had wandered back to the murals in the tomb. He was now gazing at the third panel, which was at first startling in its graphic splendor. It showed a noble, who proved to be Balam Vinakil, totally naked except for his breastplate, and with an imposing penis that protruded for at least a foot from his loins. Arrayed beside him were several piles of leaves, fruits, and pods from the forest in various stages of preparation, while behind him was his equally nude queen, now identified as Colel Cibchen, or the Lady Honey-Well, with one of her hands on his shoulder, while the other grasped his erect member at the base. Standing in front of him was a well-formed girl, clad in only a jade necklace and a short skirt of jaguar skin open in the front to expose her genitals. She was holding a shallow bowl at the tip of his engorged member, from which poured copious fluids. In the background to the right were two more similarly clad girls, each rubbing the body of the other with what appeared to be the creamy liquid from their bowls. The extensive glyphic message accompanying this panel gave a detailed description of the ritual depicted, which Philip and Lacee had transcribed in wonderment. They both found themselves becoming entranced and aroused, and within their minds was planted the seeds for the journey they were now embarked upon. Although Philip was able to decode the glyphic ritual, he had not yet understood what Balam Vinakil was seeking to accomplish, and both he and Lacee were eager to tackle interpretation of the next panel. Thirst again brought Philip back to the tomb, where he proceeded to gulp down the remainder of the water. A momentary twinge of fear engulfed him as he wondered how far from the end of his ordeal he was, for he knew that he could not endure the erotic isolation much longer. He could sense his erection towering above him, and in his semi-delirious state imagined that he could see the engorged head right in front of his face. His heart was pounding and it felt as each separate vein in his massive member was pulsating in synchrony with his heart. Philip was sure that it must be at least three inches in diameter by now, and he ached for Lacee's cool soft hands to encircle it and stroke it to quiescence. Thoughts of her further agitated him as his mind drifted back to their last sexual encounter before they began the ritual. It had begun innocently enough, as they set out on the forest trail they had cleared to the fruit grove they had discovered. Lacee had suggested bringing along a blanket so that they could picnic while eating the fruit, and he had readily agreed. Once at the grove, they had laid down on the blanket and Lacee drifted off to sleep in the warm sun. He listened to the subdued forest sounds for awhile, identifying several birds by their songs. Gradually he began to look at Lacee spread out on the blanket, and his eyes were drawn to her crotch where several shiny black hairs were spilling outside her very short cutoffs. He reached behind him and plucked a delicate fern frond and bending over her began to stroke the inside of her thighs with it. She shifted slightly, but made no other attempt to move away. He continued stroking, running the frond down the inside of one leg, over the soles of her feet, and back up the other smooth thigh. On about the tenth pass, Lacee gave a slight groan and rolled over onto her stomach, spreading her thighs even farther apart as she did so. The sight of her taut supple buttocks, barely constrained by the shorts, was almost too much for him. They had made love many times since that first time in Northbury, but he felt as if he were looking at a new woman. Maybe it was the surrounding primeval forest, but he experienced a renewed vitality that he thought he'd left behind long ago in his youth. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 06 Knowing that Lacee was always ready for a love-making session, Philip stood and began to strip. He'd been wearing only a T-shirt, and under his shorts he was unrestrained as always. He remained standing over Lacee's tantalizing derriere, and slowly began to stroke his dangling manhood. In almost no time, it was stretched to its ten-inch limit, and glistening drops of anticipation began to fall on Lacee's bronzed legs. He quickly dropped to his knees, and inserted his index finger beneath her shorts. With feather-light touches he began to massage the creases where her cheeks met her inner thighs, careful to include the edges of her pouting labia as he gently stroked. Within minutes she had begun to gently lift her buttocks, squeezing her cheeks together as she did so, and he knew that she was awakening. He reached underneath her to undo her shorts, and slowly withdrew them to savor the unfolding feast. Like Philip, Lacee no longer wore underwear, and soon her shapely rear was totally exposed to him. He bent over her muscular globes and began to gently blow on her exposed cleft, noting with pleasure that honey-like moisture had begun to escape from her swollen lower lips. He moved closer and buried his face in her widening crease, inhaling deeply to savor the musky fragrance of her furred fissure. He had never before felt quite this sexually aggressive with her, and he wondered if the murals in the temple tomb were beginning to affect him. He inwardly smiled at the thought and probed deeper into her honey pot with his supple tongue. Lacee began to moan, and Philip felt her delicate hand searching between his legs. His engorged member began to twitch as she deftly fondled his pendant sac, and it soon felt like two bowling balls were dragging him downward. Lacee breathlessly asked him to reverse his position, and as she rolled over he obliged by bringing his oozing shaft to her mouth. Her tongue lapped up the dewdrops escaping from his shaft, and he responded by burrowing his face into her furred nest like a pilgrim visiting a shrine. He had never before felt so overwhelmed by her fragrance and he ravenously swirled his tongue about her hardened clitoris. She responded by grinding her mound against his face and moaning deeply as she suckled his engorged rod. After several minutes of voracious lovemaking, he withdrew his shaft from her mouth and changed position to rest astraddle her belly. He gazed deeply into her glistening eyes, and bent forward to probe her mouth with his heated tongue, still coated with the syrup of her love channel. Together they mixed the effluents of their throbbing organs, swallowing deeply to bond their bodies. Philip raised his head and shifted positions again to place his swollen staff between her lovely breasts, topped by her turgid nipples and rising and falling in cadence with her shallow breathing. He pushed her breasts from the sides to cradle his inflamed member, slowly moved it forwards and backwards as he tugged gently on her electrified nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. His eyes began to roll upwards and he increased the cadence of his pumping. Lacee watched as his pendant spheres contracted, quickly grasping his spurting javelin and directing his torrent of cream into her mouth. She licked her lips and rubbed what she had misdirected into her glowing breasts. Philip slumped forward briefly as if returning from a trance. Once recovered, he leaned over to kiss Lacee and murmured that he was going to return the favor. He rose to his feet and she licked her lips again at the sight of his quivering appendage, still ramrod straight and apparently ready for continued action. Lacee knew that Philip loved the sight of her taut buttocks, and she quickly rolled to her stomach to present him with a full view of her sable pelt and blushing labia. By now her clitoris was engorged and she ground it against the blanket to relieve her tension. He rolled her aside to position himself under her, his face snugly resting against her puffed labia. With his tongue and teeth he gently nibbled and teased her inner lips, savoring the bouquet of her velvet tunnel. His hardened tongue probed deeper and deeper as he used it to massage her vagina, making sure to stroke and suckle her clitoris in the process. With his new found stamina, Philip continued nuzzling and exploring Lacee's fragrant furnace for at least half an hour. She had continued to grind her love nest into his face and by now she was moaning loudly. She turned to him and urgently asked him to fill her with his love column. Ever since their first time together she had praised the fullness of his ten-inch penis, claiming that with it in her she felt life she had a tree trunk stuffed into her belly. She pulled herself to her knees and turned to face him, her eyes glazed and almost closed. As Philip grasped his upraised staff, he watched in awe as her burnished nether lips drooled pungent ambrosia onto his probing lance. Lacee slowly lowered her dripping fissure to envelop his loaded cannon, and she began rocking backwards and forewords to ride his massive member. She rose upwards to expose as much of his ten inches as she could, fluttering her fingers across his globes as she did. Just as he was about to pop free, she plunged her bronzed buttocks downwards to envelop his distended rod with her grasping crevice. They kept this up for fifteen minutes, during which time Lacee twice reached the summit of pleasure, screaming loudly and falling forward onto his chest. Philip knew that he was rapidly approaching orgasm, her flaming oven having cooked his loaf to the point of no return. Lacee seemed to sense this and doubled her movement, riding his pole like a piston. Together they stiffened, screaming and groaning like two mating cats. His pulsating shaft erupted with a cascade of creamy lava, which was joined by the flood of perfumed mead from her velvet cove. When they stopped pumping and heaving, Lacee shifted to position her dripping muff over Philip's mouth, at the same time milking his remaining load with her mouth like it was sacramental wine. For the next half hour they gradually came back to earth, he breathing deeply of the fragrance of her drenched pelt, and she caressing and licking his gradually subsiding column. Finally they drifted off to sleep, enveloped in each other's animal fragrance, and completely exhausted by the primeval coupling that was unlike anything either had experienced. Thunder of the Gods Pt. 07 My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 20 chapters. This sixth part, Chapters 19-20 & Epilogue finishes the story, with increasingly barely believable erotic and exotic situations. The story's evolving sexual tension builds towards a bizarre denouement at the end. Chapter 19 As dusk of the third day approached, Lacee applied the ninth and final application of the ritual cream to her vulva and clitoris. Then, with her loins aflame, she began the ascent of the Akbalcab pyramid to approach the secret chamber and Philip. She had left all clothing behind, and carried only the gas lantern and the single motmot feather with her. Carefully descending the inner stairs, she quietly approached the mysterious chamber enveloping the recumbent Philip. Holding the lantern high, she could see that his eyes were closed and he appeared to be sleeping peacefully. She placed the lantern in a wall niche, its flickering light activating the wall murals in an erotic pageant. Lacee drew close to Philip, and almost gasped out loud at the state of his erection. Although he appeared to be in a deep sleep, his manhood seemed to have grown even more, and she guessed that it was now at least a foot long and three inches in diameter. She could feel her vulva clenching rhythmically, and had to stifle the strong urge to mount his magnificent prick. Kneeling next to the stone altar, Lacee took the motmot feather and began gently stroking Philip's inviting shaft. She fluttered it around its base and his massive balls, trailed it up and around its rock solid circumference, and flicked it across its glowing head. Philip began moaning from deep within his chest, but still did not appear to be awake. Continuing with her ministrations, Lacee soon had the tip of his prick flowing freely with its natural lubricant. For at least thirty minutes, Lacee continued to stroke and titillate Philip's erection with the feather. Finally, his eyes opened, but he appeared unable to see her. It was as if he was looking at a vision in another world. She knew that they were approaching a crucial conjunction, and she swiftly brought forth the bowl of liquid that had been steeping for three days. Standing at the base of the altar, she watched in amazement as Philip rose to stand upright, grasping his prodigious penis with both hands. His fingers dripping with his own lubricant, he began to stroke it firmly. Mumbling incoherently, he threw back his head and worked his hands even faster. As Lacee watched and listened, Philip thrust his hips forward and shouted out, "kin balam vinakil aahal! Ch'a'ik lela i'nah, ka' kuxtal ka'teen!" [I am Jaguar Manhood! Take this seed and live again!] As the strange words echoed around the chamber, Philip's penis erupted with a steady stream of creamy fluid, which arched towards Lacee and the bowl she held in her hands. Her eyes wide, she danced nimbly in the eerie light to capture all of Philip's ejaculate in the bowl. It seemed as if he would never stop, and he kept milking his massive prick with both hands as the liquid poured forth. The bowl was almost full as Philip began sinking to his knees, still grasping his fertile organ in his hands. From deep within the mountain, Lacee heard a strange rumbling sound, and the room began to vibrate. At first she thought that they might be experiencing an earthquake, an unknown phenomenon in Belize, but then she noticed that she could feel a draft from the wall to her back. Turning, she saw with amazement that the crack they had noticed a few days ago was beginning to widen, and before long there was an opening of about three feet in front of her. The cool rush of air that assaulted Lacee was pleasantly musky and at the same time of a strange fragrance. While her senses tried to digest what was happening, she felt Philip behind her, and he whispered, "what's happening, Lacee?" "I'm not sure", she responded, "but as you can see the wall has opened. Do you remember anything about what you just did and said?" "Not really", he said. "when I awoke, you were standing here and I was on my knees on the altar." Philip took the lantern from its niche, and as Lacee carried the bowl, which they now recognized as the 'darkness honey', they proceeded to enter the chamber behind the wall. It was obvious from the walls that this was part of a natural cave, and they continued to follow it further into the mountain. The sweetish, musky odor grew gradually stronger, and they saw the entrance to a chamber with man-made walls. Entering through a small doorway, they were astounded to see a splendid black jaguar resting on an altar at the back of the room. Most amazing to both of them was that neither felt afraid of the magnificent animal, which was staring directly at them with its tail twitching. "I can hardly believe this, Lacee," Philip whispered. "black jaguars are unknown in Belize, or anywhere outside of South America, for that matter." With a low rumble, the animal jumped gracefully to the floor and padded towards another door at the rear of the chamber. Mesmerized, Lacee and Philip followed into the second room, which was decorated with more murals and glyphs similar to those in the chamber at the bottom of the pyramid. Leaping fluidly to rest on another altar, the jaguar's glowing eyes seemed to be focused on the mural in front of him. This mural brought immediate feeling of sadness to Lacee and Philip as they absorbed it. Unlike the others in the temple, it depicted a city in ruins, with the obvious figures of Balam Vinakil and Colel Cibchen surveying the ruins from the top of what seemed to be the Akbalcab pyramid. The message told by the glyphs was of the destruction of the city and slaughter or capture of its inhabitants by warriors from Tikal. The message continued to indicate that the royal couple were going to retire to the inner recesses of the mountain behind the temple to sleep for eternity, or until conditions were right for their return to rebuild their city to its former glory. It ended by indicating that their spirits would be watched over and protected by a black jaguar god, Ahau Box Balam, who would guide them in their eventual return from the realm of Xibalba, the Maya underworld. The final mural was enigmatic, in that it depicted only a powerful black jaguar, crouched and apparently guarding a richly-decorated ceramic jar. Decipherment of the accompanying glyphs, however, revealed an astonishing prophecy to Lacee and Philip, and they both agreed to test it immediately. Following the directions in the text, they approached a small entrance to yet another room, and as they did so the jaguar jumped from its shelf and preceded them into the chamber. Inside, their light divulged a single large altar, covered in jaguar skins, which amazingly showed no signs of aging in the centuries that they must have lain there. Growling slightly, their jaguar guide circled the altar and laid down next to a jar that had to be the one depicted in the final mural. "Are you ready to try this, Lacee?", Philip asked. "I am, if you are", she replied. "we've come too far to back out now, and I feel deep inside me that we will be all right." Placing the lantern in a wall niche, Philip took the bowl of 'darkness honey' and began to coat Lacee's body with it. He was especially careful to deeply massage her breasts and loins with the creamy lotion, inserting generous quantities into her vulva and lubricating her lower lips. After Philip finished his ministrations, Lacee in turn covered his body completely with the mixture, making sure that she anointed his massive shaft which had reached a state of full erection. By the time both had completed this ritual, they were breathing heavily and in a state of sexual agitation, as if their bodies were on fire. There remained only the final step in the preparations. Philip approached the recumbent jaguar, which followed him closely with glowing eyes, yet made no move to harm him. Reaching down, he carefully picked up the jar from beside the cat and carried it to the altar. Removing the top, their nostrils were assailed with a pungent, yet agreeable, smell of the ages. Offering it first to Lacee, Philip watched as she took several deep draughts, and he in turn finished off the remaining liquid. Lacee reclined on her back on the jaguar skins, while Philip stood at her feet at the end of the altar. Her body began to burn with an intense flame, and she spread her legs wide as she began to massage her tender cunt. As she responded to her body's demands, Lacee began to notice Philip in front of her. He was now glowing with an unearthly aura, and emerging from this shimmering light was his massive prick, which seemed now to dominate his entire body. The veins on the turgid shaft pulsated like strobe lights, and its ruby head transfixed her in a cyclopean stare. Philip felt as if he had turned to stone, as his body transformed into an anchor for his tremendous prick. His balls ached and burned, as his eyes focused on the vision of Lacee sprawled on the altar in front of him. Her heaving breasts beckoned his lips, as her inflamed labia promised to envelop his ravenous prick. The ebony hairs surrounding her inviting slit shimmered like spun silver and gold, and the honey from her sweet cavern began to flow outward into the crack of her ass. Grasping his distended manhood, Philip approached this carnal vision with but one thought in mind. He had to bury his prick in this mother of all cunts. Grasping the vision of Lacee around the waist, Philip lifted her to place her on her stomach on the jaguar skin altar cloth. Growling from deep within, Lacee raised her rounded buttocks into the air, presenting Philip with an unrestricted view of her dripping pussy. With a savage growl, he lunged forward to enter her with his thickened member. Neither could think or say anything, and animal instinct guided their actions. Burying his swollen penis in her, Philip plunged in and out with tremendous force, while for her part, Lacee raked his back with nails that looked like claws. Growling and roaring together in a cacophony that reverberated throughout the underground caves, they soon reached a peak that completely overwhelmed their minds. Philip's taut balls began to contract, and with a massive roar his immense prick spewed forth deep into Lacee's grasping cunt. Lacee howled and screamed as her legs locked around his back and her hands raked his sides and legs. Both were totally lost in orgasmic oblivion, and neither noted that their jaguar guardian lay on his side twitching and breathing shallowly. As life ebbed away from this black guardian of Akbalcab, a tremendous rumble began to shake the ground around the city, and lightening such as had never been seen before blazed through the forest. Chapter 20 The sunlight was dazzling, almost blinding, and she gradually realized that it was due to the reflection from the white-washed pyramids and temples populating the developing panorama. It soon became obvious that she was atop the Akbalcab pyramid, and the plaza below was a splendor to behold. There was no sign of decay or ruination, But where were the people? Movement to her side caused her to look in that direction, and she beheld her lord in his splendid perfection. Iridescent quetzal feathers cascaded from his headdress, accentuating his broad shoulders. His hips were girt in a jaguar skin, open at the front to reveal his quiescent manhood, dangling prodigiously between his legs. Her mind was a rush of confusion, the words Philip and Balam Vinakil tossed in a curious verbal salad. As his vision cleared, he gazed at the white splendor of the city enveloped by the lush forest. Glancing to his right, he was deeply moved to see her in all her regal beauty. Ebony hair flowed downward around her graceful shoulders, fringing the swell of her prominent breasts. Below, her full buttocks were accentuated by the short jaguar skirt, opened in front to reveal her downy pubic garden. She smiled tentatively at him, and his brain cells juggled the words Lacee and Cibchen in a confusing potpourri. It was several minutes before either could speak, but he finally broke the silence with the words, "Lady Cibchen, welcome home." Taking his hand in hers, she moved in front of him to gaze into his eyes. "Is it truly you, my Lord Balam?", she asked. "what is this tongue in which we speak?" "We have traveled through the depths of Xibalba, my lady, and I think it will be a while before we can once again converse in the language of The People." "Where are all the people, my lord?" she asked. "are we the only ones to have survived the journey?" "I fear so, Lady Cibchen. I think that it will be up to us to restore the city's population. We will have to start by scouting the surrounding country to find our people who have scattered." "I think we already have our first new member, my Lord," she said. "I can feel your fire in my belly, and I know that a new prince will be with us by next year. But I can only do so much, my lord, so our first job will be to locate as many single maidens as possible for you to service with your potent shaft." Reaching between his legs, she stroked its length until it stood proudly upright, at which time she guided it into her waiting chamber. "Let us welcome our new life, Lord Balam Vinakil." Wrapping her bronzed legs about his waist, the two fused as one in the gleaming sunlight as the silent surrounding forest absorbed the sounds of their liquid love. Fin Epilogue Nine years have passed since I met "Balam" on the Rio Oscuro, and seven since he delivered his 'notes' to me. I have kept my word and have not divulged the real name or location of the Rio Oscuro, so readers of his story that I transcribed will be wasting time trying to locate it. It was nine years since I met "Balam", and nine is a sacred number to the Maya. It bears special significance to the Maya underworld and the future of their world, so I decided to satisfy my curiosity. Xibalba is the name of the Underworld in Maya mythology, and it is traditionally believed to be in a cave in Guatemala and Belize. In September of the current year I caught a ride on a helicopter flying for the Belize Geological Society. This was perfect for me as it was equipped with ground-penetrating radar, with which I could discern the lay of the land beneath the forest. Since I knew the co-ordinates of the spot where I had met "Balam" nine years ago, I decided to start at that spot and work my way up stream on the Rio Oscuro. We were able to crisscross the River from there all the way upstream to the Maya Mountains. To my chagrin we were never able to discern any ancient ruins beneath the vegetation. Neither were we able to 'see' any opening to a cave, the Maya Xibalba. This information left me with only three options to consider, none of which has satisfied my curiosity. First, did we miss anything on all our passes over the area; secondly, did I make a mistake and actually receive Balam's notes on another river, not the Rio Oscuro; or thirdly, was this entire story a fabrication of a joker who called himself, Balam. The third possibility seemed incredulous to me. How could anyone in their right mind make up such a bizarre tale such as this. I knew that the only way I can be sure will be to continue to search for "Balam" and Akbalcab in the future. FarmerSean Roswell, New Mexico Thunder of the Gods They gradually came to their senses, and through the act of dressing returned to the twentieth century. Both were astonished at their intense mating ritual, feeling as if they had truly participated in an ancient ceremony. By now it was mid-afternoon, and feeling tired and in need of showers they returned to their room at the converted hacienda. Later that night, rested and greatly refreshed, Lacee and Philip retired once again to the veranda where they enjoyed the spectacular lightning show provided by mother nature, or perhaps the Maya rain god, Chac. The approaching rainy season was beginning to weigh on their minds, and both knew that they would need to be safely situated at Akbalcab before a month passed or risk the dangerous flooding on the Rio Oscuro. "I'd like for us to visit the village of Mani tomorrow," Philip said, "because I think it's something your Maya blood should experience." He went on to explain that it was the site of a major 16th century Spanish travesty against the ancient Maya. "I know the rainy season is closing in on us, but after Mani we'll make our way directly to the Belizean border." After a leisurely breakfast, Lacee and Philip bid farewell to Uxmal and made their way across the Puuc hills, once a major obstacle to Stephens and Catherwood in the previous century, but now easily traversed via a modern highway. Heading eastward from the town of Ticul, they passed several former haciendas with overgrown sisal plantations, the hemp they produced now made almost obsolete by the production of synthetic fibers. They were impressed in the small villages by the color and cleanliness of the small houses of the Maya, indicating that they were still a proud and industrious race. Just before noon they arrived at the ancient village of Mani, dominated by the huge church and monastery that was constructed in the mid-sixteenth century by more than 6000 Maya slaves under the direction of Fray Juan de Merida. Designed to bring the Spanish religion to the recently conquered Maya, the church was purposely constructed on a massive scale to impress the Indians with the power of the Spanish god. So intent was Fray Diego de Landa, the first Archbishop of Yucatan, upon eradicating the Maya culture that he caused all Maya books then known to be collected at Mani where he had them burned, thereby erasing all the extant record of Maya hieroglyphic writing. As an archeologist, Philip felt a burning hatred of Landa and his Spanish thugs for this unforgivable cultural genocide, know as an auto da fé, and both he and Lacee viewed the church before them as a monument to the persecuted Maya rather than to the Spanish invaders. As they entered the huge edifice, they were informed by a small boy acting as caretaker that it was closing for lunch and would not be reopened until two o'clock in the afternoon. Philip told him that they could not wait until then, as they needed to continue on their way at two o'clock. With a small, much-appreciated bribe, Philip convinced the boy to lock them inside, where they would explore the structure until he returned at two o'clock. Once the massive door clicked shut, Lacee and Philip began their survey of the building. It was truly massive, with a main central church, ringed above by rooms that had served as work, sleeping, and meditation areas for the monks. The impressive stone steps to the second floor were worn smooth by countless sandal-shod feet of the monks and the bare feet of their Maya vassals. At the front of the second story was a room that may have served as a communal study area, as it was furnished with a large polished mahogany table and several massive chairs carved from the same wood. From the small window on the north side they could see the bell tower, still inhabited by the original bronze bells that had once called the reluctant Indians to do the bidding of their Spanish oppressors. Settling into two of the time-worn chairs, Lacee and Philip contemplated in silence the empty room and the entire monument to Spanish depravity, both their minds musing about the grandeur that had once distinguished the Maya civilization. After a short while, Lacee arose and approached the large table, running her fingers lightly across the smooth surface. She turned slowly to face Philip, and with burning eyes said, "I think we should reclaim this place for my Maya ancestors." Dropping her skirt and blouse to the floor, she continued, "and I think we can best do it by making another offering for an abundant corn crop to the Maya gods." In the subdued lighting, Lacee appeared to Philip as the incarnation of a Maya princess, and her bronzed body struck a primitive chord in him. Standing up to remove his clothing, he beckoned her in a husky tone, "come over here and join me in this chair." With Philip settled onto the dark, polished wood, Lacee sat facing him in his lap with her lissome thighs hugging his muscular ass. Staring deeply into one another's eyes, they began gently caressing and fingering their expectant organs. Lacee's ministrations had the desired effect upon Philip, and his staff soon stood proudly between her legs. As Philip cupped her buttocks in his hands with gentle fingers probing her sensitive folds, Lacee bent over to engulf with her mouth the peak of his lofty member, mixing her saliva with its natural lubricant. At last, with both of their instruments slippery with bodily juices, Lacee grasped Philip's shoulders to hoist herself into position to mount his manhood. Settling comfortably with its entire length engulfed by her honeyed cleft, she leaned forward to nibble voraciously on his earlobes. After several minutes of pumping and pushing, Philip grasped Lacee around the waist and stood up as she locked her legs around him to continue riding his rigid shaft. He slowly inched his way towards the large table, as Lacee worked her heated oven in and out along his muscular beam. An erotic melody from their interlocking genitals echoed about the barren walls of the monks' chamber. Upon reaching the table, Philip pulled his shaft out and gently eased Lacee backwards so that her legs dangled off the end, exposing her flushed flower to him. Kneeling, he buried his face in her fragrant nest, hungrily lapping at the honey flowing from her lips. Teasing her engorged button with his tongue, he caused Lacee to clench his head with her thighs as she bucked and tossed in vociferous release. She shouted, "this is for you, my people! Those monks defiled this spot with their profane religion, and I offer my body to the true spirits of Mani." As Lacee squirmed and moaned in heavenly agony, Philip repositioned her on her belly so that her dripping blossom was fully exposed at the end of the table. Grasping his swollen member with both hands, he used it to stroke the inside of her thighs and buttocks, depositing a film of glistening syrup from its eager mouth. His libido finally reached a fevered pitch, and Philip thrust his manhood deep into Lacee's glowing fissure. Leaning forward to cup and fondle her supple breasts, he plunged his shaft in and out, filling the sterile room with the liquid sounds of their primal love. Groaning, he rasped, "this is for you and your oppressed ancestors, Lacee. Damn the Spanish and this monument to depravity!" He was about to release his cargo of cream, and Lacee pulled free and jumped behind him, firmly grasping his heaving shaft to direct it towards the table. Philip gave a mighty roar as his member arched jets of milky effluent high into the air, leaving the dark table dappled with pools of their love offering to the gods. Lacee moved to the table and with her hands polished it with the warm liquid, noting, "this is the holiest offering ever made in this room." After completing their ritual retaking of the holy ground for the Maya, Philip collapsed into a chair with Lacee sitting crosswise in his lap. She draped her arms around his neck and whispered, "I can't understand it, but I'm truly beginning to feel like a Maya princess. I'm not sure what I yelled out a minute ago, but I know that I pictured you as a Maya lord." He confessed, "I felt unlike myself, Lacee, and something about you was different, too. Maybe our immersion in the Maya culture is starting to affect us." "I can't say that I mind it, though", she responded, " it makes me want more than ever to get to Belize." He continued by praising her for sharing his deep feelings for the ancient Maya, and for her eager participation in their ceremonies in honor of these sacred sites. Lacee kissed him deeply and said that not only did she share in his desire to make their love offerings to the gods, but she also completely enjoyed their physical relationship. Philip returned the compliment by stroking her firm lower cheeks. She turned to face him as his previously quiescent manhood came to attention. Just at that time they heard the voice of the small boy in charge of the keys calling them, and Lacee hurriedly mounted Philip's thrusting staff with a moan. She clasped her arms clasped around his neck, and as he stood she locked her legs behind him and rode his beam with a furious assault. The calling voice was getting closer when Lacee gave a muffled cry. As her body released, Philip stiffened and his swollen member erupted in unison with her, filling her insatiable cove with his frothy ejaculation. At the last moment, she jumped off his rigid staff, and the two of them hurriedly dressed just before the small boy appeared from around the corner. With flushed faces they joined him in descending the old stone steps, with Lacee whispering, "I wonder if he's noticed what's dripping from beneath my skirt?" They were on the road again shortly after two, headed southeastward towards Quintana Roo and the town of Felipe Carillo Puerto. After a two hour drive through increasingly taller trees, they neared the town that had once been the main settlement of the Maya who revolted against the Mexicans in the mid-nineteenth century. As they entered the town, Philip said, "during the time of the Maya revolt, this was known as Chan Santa Cruz, named after the Maya talking cross that directed them in their successful revolt. It wasn't until the early part of the twentieth century that the Mexican government finally regained control and renamed the town, with the Maya inhabitants once again taking a back seat to the greedier Mexicans." At Felipe Carillo Puerto they met up with the main north-south highway, which after a two hour drive led them to the bustling city of Chetumal. Philip drove to a small hotel he knew of in the downtown area, and after a quick shower to refresh themselves they set out to explore the center of town. Feeling excited now that they were on the Belizean border, Lacee and Philip browsed through the colorful market, stopping to eat local specialties at one of the small street vendors. They eventually made their way to the edge of the water, and with arms about each other gazed across Chetumal Bay towards Belize. "There it is Lacee. Belize. Tomorrow we'll be nearing the last leg of our journey to Akbalcab." Lacee held him tighter, and they both rejoiced at their impending return to the rainforest. Chapter 6 Early in the morning of May 20th, Lacee and Philip crossed the Rio Hondo into Belize. After a cursory stop at the customs station, greatly facilitated by Philip's official documents from the Belizean government, they made their way into Corozal Town. Lacee was particularly delighted to once again hear the distinctive Creole dialect being spoken, and they hugged in grateful silence when Philip stopped the truck to view palm-fringed Corozal Bay. They were soon on the road again, quickly eating up the eighty miles to Belize City. As usual, Philip entered the madhouse that was Belize's population center with schizophrenic feelings. Raucous and colorful to the point of incredulity, the city was unfortunately also the recipient of the cultural imports of drugs and violence from the U.S. This made for a mix that was often unhealthy for foreign visitors, and made even long-time residents uneasy at times. In spite of this, Lacee and Philip were both excited as they made their way through the narrow, crowded streets towards the center of town. "It seems like it was so long ago that I left this," mused Lacee. "I guess I took it for granted," she continued, "but now I can see how much life is in the streets, compared with most American towns which seem so sterile." Their destination was a small hotel hidden off on a side street, where Philip knew that they could leave their vehicle safely locked away from opportunistic thieves. He had learned his lesson the hard way, having lost several items in the past to inventive break-in artists who had broken out both camper windows and doors to gain access. Once safely ensconced in the hotel, Philip broke the news to Lacee, saying, "we have one last detour to make before setting out for Akbalcab. While we're waiting the arrival of the remaining supplies from the government's Archeology Department, I've arranged for us to borrow a friend's boat to travel to Sandy Cay. My friend has a small house there, situated at the edge of the reef." Lacee's eyes gleamed at this news, as she joyfully responded, "I can't wait to see the reef again. I was able to snorkel there several times before we moved to the U.S., and I never forgot the sight of those underwater treasures." The Belizean barrier reef is the largest in the Western Hemisphere, and the small cay was otherwise uninhabited and they had the use of it for three nights. They made arrangements to leave the truck under the hotel's surveillance when they left the next morning, and after a refreshing shower they hailed a taxi to take them to a popular restaurant near the harbor. Following a mouth-watering dinner of fresh fish and a few salutary Belikin beers, they returned to the hotel to pack a few items they planned to take with them. Both agreed that few clothes would be needed on the deserted cay, and they wanted to make room for as much food and supplies as possible. Packing finished, they gratefully crawled into bed for an uninterrupted sleep, both of them dreaming a montage of rainforest visions and Maya ruins. At first light they were up and off to secure the boat and the provisions they needed from the market. As they made their way out of Haulover Creek and into the sea, both waved a salute to the monument to Baron Bliss, the eccentric sailor who had left millions to Belize after his untimely demise in her waters. The good Baron had never actually set foot on Belizean soil, but he became enamored of the country and its people while his yacht was anchored offshore that he gave his fortune to the country to finance public works for the people. In exchange, the grateful Belizeans erected a monument to him at the mouth of the harbor, and each year celebrated Baron Bliss Day in his honor. Philip could appreciate the Baron's actions, as he too had developed a deep affection for the country and its people. They gradually left the urban bustle of Belize City behind them, as they headed the bow of their boat southeastward through the moderate swells. An hour and half traveling time brought them in view of a line of small cays strung out like pearls along the inside of the reef, and at the southern end was their destination, Sandy Cay. It was just before noon when their boat pulled alongside the wooden dock, which extended seaward from the sandy beach on the cay's windward side. Nestled inland in a grove of coconut trees was the small wooden house that was to be their hideaway for the next three days, its shady porch offering an incomparable view of the vast Caribbean Sea in front of it. "It's incredible, Philip!", Lacee exclaimed, "it's the perfect way to be welcomed back to Belize!" They eagerly moored the boat and made the few trips necessary to unload their supplies, before extricating their snorkeling gear from the pile. The reef was no more than a few hundred feet off the end of the dock, and it would be a simple matter to anchor the boat on the leeward side where the waters were shallow. Within minutes, they were gliding over the crystal clear shallows, marveling at the fleeing shapes of multicolored fish. Philip searched for a clear space to drop the anchor so that they would not damage the fragile coral, and they finally came to rest in four feet of water. Only a few wisps of white clouds streaked the bright sky, further highlighting the vivid greens and blues of the transparent water. With a chuckle of delight, Lacee said, "I don't think I need these any longer," as she threw back her head and shook her long raven hair in the sun before ridding her body of the unwanted clothes. As she adjusted her mask and snorkel, Philip paused to admire her bronzed body, so perfectly completing the panorama of the sun and sea. Noting that there was no sign of anyone else on the sea, Philip stood and quickly shed his shorts and T-shirt to embrace the sun, quipping, "save some of that sun for me!" Lacee had already slipped over the side and was crouched in the water to pull on her swim fins. Philip soon joined her in this task, and shortly afterwards they struck out towards the dark patches of reef visible nearby. The water gradually deepened as they approached the reef, and soon they were navigating the surface about three feet above the reef in a dozen feet of water. Philip took a deep breath and dove to get a closer look, careful not to brush the coral, so delicate and yet so treacherous to bare skin. He was soon surrounded by inquisitive bejeweled fish, some of whom were so bold as to nip at the appendage freely hanging between his legs. His air giving out, Philip returned to the surface, appreciatively taking in the view of Lacee's naked charms from below. Perhaps it was just the distortion of the water, but her nether lips looked even more engorged and inviting from this angle. Once Philip was on the surface, Lacee took a turn at diving, slipping like a shapely fish through the crystalline water. Philip admired her from above, especially the view of her rounded buttocks as she effortlessly drove herself downward. The mischievous fish must have found her sensitive parts also, as Philip watched her roll with obvious pleasure several feet below him. As Lacee returned to the surface she spied Philip's dangling manhood, looming larger than ever in the magnifying sea water. Both recharged their lungs with fresh air and then descended together to move along the sandy bottom at the edge of the reef. In the distance the caught sight of a large green sea turtle, and Philip motioned to Lacee to put her arms around his neck from above. Together they followed the turtle as it glided along the reef face, their flippered feet propelling them as one behind it. Marveling at the grace of a beast that was so awkward on land, they all rose to the surface and the life-giving air. Treading water with Lacee still clasping him from behind, Philip could feel her stiffened nipples rubbing against his bare back. Philip said, "stay on my back, Lacee," He turned towards the boat and they smoothly cut through the waves as they returned to shallower water. Stopping in chest deep water, Philip turned to face Lacee who had only her head and neck showing. Laughing, he said, "you should be a little more out of the water," and he lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Disengaging their masks and snorkels, Philip and Lacee sought each other's lips to reinforce their mutual pleasure in sharing this marine interlude. As their tongues traded messages, complementary reactions were transforming their underwater parts. Lacee reached down to engage Philip's growing penis. "I must get a better view of this," she said, and replacing her mask ducked underwater to envelop his waving lance with her mouth. Thunder of the Gods Philip was mesmerized by the flowing action of her long hair as her head moved back and forth along his swollen prick. As Lacee returned to the surface for air, Philip said, "two can play this game," as he replaced his snorkel and disappeared underwater. Positioning his head between Lacee's widespread legs, he deftly inserted the smooth end of the snorkel into her inviting cleft. She used her hands to widen the gap between her lips, allowing Philip to insert the hard plastic phallus several inches into her underwater grotto. After several careful strokes with this unique dildo, Philip released the mouthpiece to take in a mouthful of water, and replacing it he gently blew the water into her waiting chamber. Lacee responded by grabbing Philip's head and removing his snorkel, pushing her mound against his mouth as if asking for more. Philip returned to the surface for air, at the same time grasping Lacee's buttocks to position her astride his hardened mast. She grasped it with both hands, and pushed off in the buoyant water, saying, "I think this submarine needs to dock." She opened her legs and thrust forward to firmly imbed its swollen helmet in her submerged tunnel. Wrapping her legs around Philip, Lacee threw back her head and slowly rode his staff in and out as the tepid sea massaged their coupling bodies. Holding on with one hand to Philip's ample cream factories, Lacee felt them contract as he prepared to release his load. Disengaging herself at the last moment, she pulled on her mask to duck underwater to watch in wonder as his pumping shaft disgorged spurts of milky effluent into the primeval sea. It reminded her of male fish discharging their milt as the females spawned, prompting her to gambol in this marine shower like an egg-laden damselfish. As Philip's heaving member spent itself, Lacee surfaced, saying, "what a fascinating spectacle you just missed. I think I want to name him Pedro." Philip could only nod as she gave him an intense kiss while rubbing her breasts against his chest. Their energy momentarily depleted, they gathered up their snorkeling paraphernalia and returned to the boat. Philip warned, "we may be risking spending too much time in this sun," and Lacee agreed, so they headed back to the dock and the inviting shade of the porch. They had been delighted to find two of the colorful Yucatecan hammocks already strung on the porch, and in unison relaxed their naked bodies into the enfolding netting. To cap off an invigorating afternoon, they soothed their nerves with delightfully tangy coconut water laced with local rum. In the distance billowy clouds stalked the horizon, while lazy waves broke against the beach and lulled them into a short siesta. As the late afternoon sun began to set behind them, Lacee forsook her hammock to stand next to Philip's. Her ebony-tressed mound, blushing from its marine workout, was staring Philip in the face like a living Gaugin painting, and he lazily lifted his hand to run his fingers through her silken nest. "Umm," She murmured, "I think Pedro still needs more attention." She parted her thighs slightly, exposing her ruby cleft to his nimble fingers, and Philip answered by inserting two of them. Swaying seductively in front of him, Lacee used her hands to encircle and push her demanding breasts from the sides. This seemed to automatically signal her sensitive nipples, which rapidly hardened and beckoned Philip's free hand. He caressed her nipples and engorged button for several minutes before she deftly reversed her position, perfect buttocks now facing him, as his dexterous fingers probed her liquefying channel. While he explored her slippery crevice, Lacee gradually pushed herself backwards until with a quick sideways thrust of her leg she was astraddle the hammock. Her dripping mound was now at Philip's lips and her eager mouth was poised above his thrusting baton. She settled completely forward onto Philip, with the hammock now supporting the weights of both of them. She grasped Philip's prominent staff with one hand and encircled its head with her lips, as she worked her hand up and down along his thickened cock. Philip buried his tongue in her honeyed nest, as his eyes surveyed the close-up view of her brown berry and the smooth enfolding hillocks. Lacee began rocking from side to side in an effort to further engage Philip's tongue in her hungry cleft, and soon the hammock was swinging to and fro as if blown by the wind. The airborne movement added to the sensuality of their reciprocal oral homage, and before long both were reaching orgasmic peaks. With muffled moans, she began coating Philip's face with her savory syrup. Lacee enfolded his head with her grasping thighs as his sensitized staff spewed liquid ivory onto her lips and chin, which soon were dripping with the overflow. As the thoroughly tested hammock continued to sway gently, the satiated lovers maintained their stations and cleansed the remnants of their love from one another with hungry tongues. By the time they had recovered from their aerial session it was almost dark. "I think we need a relaxing swim," Philip suggested. Lacee retorted, "it's just what the doctor ordered," and grabbing a couple of large towels she ran down to the dock. Philip followed, and they slipped into the shallow water to clean and soothe their bodies, afterwards returning to the wooden dock where they spread out the towels to cushion themselves. With their heads cradled in each other's arms, they stretched out on their backs to face the reef and dry in the warm night air. Soothed by the subdued waves lapping at the dock pilings, they both drifted off to sleep under the darkening skies. Isolated on the small cay under the timeless sky, they could have been anywhere at any time. Both had dreams of ancient Maya rituals as they slumbered comfortably on the dock, their naked bodies exposed as if they were offerings to Lord Itzamna and Lady Ixchel, the principal deities of the ancient Maya. A few hours later, much rested and slightly befuddled by their parallel dreams, they returned to the house for a light meal, afterwards retreating to their hammocks to sleep uninterruptedly until dawn. For the next two days, Lacee and Philip relaxed in their sandy retreat, alternating trips to the reef with lazy siestas in their hammocks, interspersed with languorous bouts of lovemaking. Both knew that these days were preparing their bodies for the rigorous months ahead in the rainforest, and they felt no regrets or guilt for their relative inactivity. On the final day they became a little more active, engaging in a series of volleyball games after coming across the required gear. They set up the net on the wide sandy beach, where Lacee proceeded to display her nimbleness by beating Philip at almost every game. Losing in no way bothered him, but he nevertheless told her "the swinging equipment hanging between my legs is distracting me and restricting my movement." She laughingly replied, "the sight of it is distracting to me also, but not enough to ruin my aim!" After losing the final point in their match, Philip collapsed in the sand, spread-eagled with his face to the sky. Lacee ran to the other side of the net to join him, straddling his body to sit on her haunches over his crotch. Philip reached out to fondle her inviting breasts, prompting her excitable nipples to spring to attention. Just as Lacee was about to position herself for a better view of Philip's growing staff, he let out a yell and pitched upwards, throwing her backwards between his legs. As she tumbled through the air, Lacee caught sight of a large ghost crab firmly attached to one of Philip's weighty testicles, and by the time she recovered her balance she was doubled over with laughter. Philip quickly shook off his antagonist, and holding his offended appendage he joined Lacee in an appreciation of the hilarity of the situation. Looking between his legs she pointed to a hole in the sand, telling Philip, "that crab obviously resented the threat to its security." Still laughing, she said, "the poor thing probably thought that its home was about to be invaded by some elongated beast, and it attacked in self-defense." Pushing Philip backwards safely away from the crab's domain, Lacee laid down between his legs to engulf the injured ball in her mouth. Using her sympathetic tongue, she proceeded to administer soothing first aid to his grateful globe. It became obvious that Philip's offended orb was not seriously wounded as his tumescent shaft soon loomed proudly above Lacee's head, which was still positioned between his open legs. Noting the healthy condition of his beckoning flagpole, she drew herself upwards and straddled his lap with her bronzed buttocks facing him. Philip sat up to take her in his arms, lifting her gently to position her pouting vulva above his expectant staff. She spread her waiting lips wide and lowered herself onto his rigid member, grasping it at the base to ensure that she engulfed the entire ten inches. With Lacee's legs bent like loaded springs, the two of them rocked slowly back and forth enjoying the fusion of their loins beneath the whispering coconut palm fronds. They remained locked in this coital dance for what seemed like hours, as their bodies gradually built to a state that threatened internal combustion. Finally, with the tempo of their pelvic thrusts reaching a fevered pitch, Lacee leaned backwards to bury as much of Philip as possible in her raging furnace, and his inflamed cock poured forth a stream of creamy lava deep within her. As Philip's pumping hose gradually subsided, Lacee fell forward and with their loins still linked they rolled to the side facing the gently lapping sea. Knowing that they were soon to leave this island paradise, they lay on the sympathetic sand with fused bodies as two stalked eyes peered from a nearby hole in cautious observation. Chapter 7 As Belize City gradually grew on the horizon, Lacee and Philip became anxious to reach shore and embark on the first leg of their journey to Akbalcab. Once the boat was unloaded, they returned to the hotel to reclaim the truck and load the additional gear that had been delivered by the government Archeology Department staff. "It's been a lot of fun up to now, Lacee," Philip said, "but it's time to get down to the serious business at hand." "I really feel prepared," replied Lacee, "and I can't wait to get to the ruins. Something about them keeps eating at my mind, and I feel that I must get there soon." By noon they were ready to exit Belize City, and making their way to the Western Highway, they left behind the clamoring bustle as the highway passed through the historic cemetery at the city's edge. Their destination was San Ignacio, a large town situated on the Macal River that served as the commercial center of western Belize. There they secured provisions for the next two months, planning on returning at two month intervals from the forest to replenish expendable supplies. Later that night, after purchasing and packing their supplies, they settled into a local motel to prepare mentally and physically for tomorrow's activities. They were to be at the road crossing at the Rio Oscuro at ten in the morning to meet Hal Martin, a local outfitter, from whom they were leasing a canoe for the next year. The meeting would be at the small farm of Jose Martinez, located on the banks of the river, where they would leave the truck and set out upriver in the loaded canoe. Early morning found Lacee and Philip on the gravel road headed southward from San Ignacio and the Western Highway. As they left civilization behind, the road gradually worsened and the forest started to assert itself. They began to see numerous brightly colored birds, including several keel-billed toucans crossing the road between the forest edges. Here and there were clearings where recent illegal immigrants from nearby Guatemala were eking out a living on small farms, but for the most part the forest was undisturbed. Philip said, "sometimes when I see these people moving in from Guatemala it makes me realize that to them no border exists. Their ancestors over a thousand years ago moved freely throughout this region, and I don't think the basic lifestyle has changed much since then. Corn is still the king, and all of these forests were probably at one time or another planted with it." Lacee smiled in agreement and continued to take in the passing scenery in studied silence. Three hours after leaving San Ignacio, they bounced over the final ruts in the road and pulled up to the thatched roof home of Jose. Philip greeted him, asking, "did you receive my messages and understand my plans for this year?" Shaking his head, Jose responded, "it's hard to believe, but your letters arrived and I'm prepared for your visit. I've even arranged it so I can accompany you up to the ruins for a short time." Philip introduced Lacee, who instantly charmed Jose, especially after she informed him of her Belizean and Maya ancestry. Jose himself was part Maya, and the two of them were soon busy considering possible shared acquaintances. Shortly after their arrival, Hal arrived with the canoe, a seventeen foot aluminum model that Lacee and Philip should have no trouble handling in their trips up and down the river. Once Hal had unloaded the canoe and departed, Lacee, Jose, and Philip began the critical task of loading their supplies and equipment. It would take two trips to move all of their gear to Akbalcab, and Jose was going to accompany them on the first one. Their plan was to spend the first night camped on the river, hopefully reaching Akbalcab before nightfall the following day. Once there, they would unload the canoe and the next day all three would set to work constructing a pole and thatch shelter that would be Lacee and Philip's home for the next year. By noon they had loaded the canoe, and after securing the remaining gear in the truck, the three of them set out up the Rio Oscuro. As the clearing around Jose's house disappeared around the first bend, they entered another world. The gently flowing river, far different now than from when Philip last saw it, formed a crystalline highway between the towering rainforest that enshrouded both sides. Graceful lianas, many of them festooned with flowers, were draped in disarray from tree to tree, and hummingbirds and colorful butterflies either flitted or floated between them. With Jose sitting in the middle, Lacee at the bow paddle, and Philip manning the stern paddle, they made their way silently upriver as the rhythm of synchronized paddling carried them forward. Within the first hour they passed the large fallen ceiba tree where last year's tragedy had drowned Ismael and Franco, and Jose detailed the story of the efforts to locate their bodies. He said, "the police eventually made their way to this point, where they retrieved the damaged canoe, but their search for miles downstream failed to turn up the bodies of your companions. I finally suggested that their corpses may have been eaten by crocodiles, considering how many still inhabit this river, and they agreed that I was probably right." With a silent thought of gratitude to the gods for sparing him, Philip guided their canoe around the obstacle to continue their journey upriver. As they made their way upstream against the moderate current, Lacee's thoughts began to wander against the backdrop of the green curtains on either side of the river. Although she was certain that she had never before been on this river, it seemed at times as if she knew in advance where the bends in the stream would be. At one point, after she had switched seats with Jose to let him take over the front paddle, she dozed off for a few minutes, and upon awakening thought that she was riding in a dugout canoe crafted from a tree trunk. Shaking her head she realized that she must have been dreaming, but as they continued on in the late afternoon she was occasionally overtaken by feelings of deja vu. By late afternoon they had been traveling almost five hours, and Philip said, "we should be nearing the junction with the Rio Guacamayo." This was a stream entering the Rio Oscuro from the southeast, and they were hoping to camp there. Within fifteen minutes they came in view of its muddied waters and pulled into the point of land formed by the two streams' juncture to make camp. After securing the canoe, they unloaded the few items necessary for the night before taking a few minutes to stretch their cramped legs. Although the Rio Guacamayo was nowhere near flood stage, it was carrying enough debris to indicate that higher up in the mountains the rainy season had commenced. "Look at that water, Lacee," Philip said, "it's a good thing that we've arrived when we have. Another week, and these streams could be flooding badly." She stood staring in the deepening dusk preoccupied with the ceaseless flow of the Rio Oscuro. The words acantun ha kept passing through her mind, almost in synchrony with the gurgling sounds of a nearby side current of the river. Slightly puzzled, she asked Philip, "do the words acantun ha mean anything to you." Both Philip and Jose agreed that they were Maya words, generally translated as thunderstone water or river. This revelation meant nothing to Lacee, and she walked back to their camp with a slightly bemused look on her face. They all turned into their hammocks before eight o'clock, knowing that they had a full day of strenuous paddling facing them the next day. As a misty dawn broke over the river, Lacee, Jose, and Philip were busy loading the canoe to continue upriver. All three had been awakened about an hour earlier by the grunting roar of a jaguar across the Rio Guacamayo, probably a male trying to communicate with a female in heat. Although they all knew that with respect to humans, jaguars were relatively harmless, they nevertheless agreed that it was time to arise and break camp. As they pulled away from shore and headed upstream, Lacee turned her head and saw a magnificent male jaguar standing at the edge of the forest looking at them. She thought that she had never seen a more beautiful and powerful sight, and she whispered, "look behind us!" to Philip and Jose. By the time she had caught their attention, it had melted away into the dense vegetation. Taking the jaguar's appearance as a good omen, the three of them continued upstream with eager anticipation of the day ahead. The morning's paddling was uneventful, with the monotony broken frequently by the appearance of various forms of wildlife that were abundant in the region. Toucans, parrots, and even a few scarlet macaws were often in evidence, streaking across the green backdrop like splashes of colorful paints. The roaring of competing howler monkey families assailed their ears at intervals from both sides of the river, and on two occasions they came across troops of spider monkeys feeding in fig trees along the riverbank. Throughout much of Belize, hurricanes and a yellow fever epidemic in the 1950s had decimated monkey populations, but here along the Rio Oscuro they seemed to be thriving. Fortunately for them, Belizeans seldom killed monkeys, so the prospects for their return to depopulated areas in the future were good. As noon approached they were in sight of the limestone outcrop known as Pena Blanca, a prominent cliff that bordered the Rio Oscuro on the north side. Philip knew that this landmark signaled the halfway point between the Rio Guacamayo and Akbalcab, and he guided them towards a large fallen rock where they could stop for lunch. During lunch they were startled by loud noises coming from the opposite bank. "I bet that it's a tapir coming to the river," said Lacee. "I remember hearing that sound as a child playing near the river."