He was a big time Professor, well known in his field, and able to attract funding for these kinds of programs. She had been flattered to be asked to come, being a first year post-doc. It had sounded exotic to pursue the directions in the newly discovered tablet that hinted of an ancient tribe of peaceful Indians. It had turned out to be a little dull, mostly long days wandering around in pairs, trying to find more relics. Jim hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention to her.
It wasn't a surprise. Sylvia Platt had never tried to be glamorous. She had loved studying ancient civilizations, dead worlds, all her life, and cultivated a serious, stern image appropriate to academic life. She kept her long black hair in a bun, used no makeup to enhance her regular features, and dressed carefully to play down her voluptuous body. A few men noticed her because of the big tits and long legs, but she had always been shy. Books and ancient maps were far better company. She had lost her cherry in freshman year, and had never pursued the man who had taken her to that dull fraternity party. Since then, she avoided all but the most insistent suitors, and turned them off quickly with her conservatism.
Even as the world around her reverberated with sex, with the constant tension between male and female, she guarded herself. Lost in her work, and fearful of embarassment at the hands of arrogant men, she became a prudish, matronly person. At twenty five, she sternly avoided any temptations of a sensual nature, preserving a sense of honor and integrity. Lately she had vaguely remembered dreams of sexual acts, not only with Blanton, but even women. The temptation to masturbate was getting strong, though she resisted it firmly.
But she had wished Jim would pay attention to her. He had been on her thesis committee, and had complimented her mastery of ancient Sanskrit, and the cogency of her analysis of old Indian civilizations. She admired his mind, and was thrilled to work with him after she received her degree. He was a bachelor, and had a reputation for becoming intimate with students and associates alike. Yet he never even seemed to see her as a woman.
Even on this expedition, he relied on her ability to decipher the language, but was after the exotic, dark skinned Chandra, the guide the local University had assigned to assist them. So she felt comfortable being a little selfish with her discovery of this potentially important cavern. As she stepped through the opening, letting the bushes which hid it so well spring back in place, she felt a thrill of discovery. It was her first experience with field work.
She flicked on the heavy flashlight, and shone it around. Instead of the large space she had anticipated, it was actually a long tunnel seeming to go straight into the mountain. She examined the walls carefully, and saw a few signs of very old torches, carved into the stone. There were even some pieces of wood that looked as though they had once been burning. Her heart sank, for the implication was that the cave was relatively recent. But it sure looked old.
Then a residual impression flashed through her mind, and she turned off the light. Had she seen something? As her eyes slowly readjusted to the dark, it seemed to her there was a glow far down the tunnel. It was very dim, but yes, it was there. Again, she felt disappointment. If it was being used, this was unlikely to be an undiscovered artifact. And there might be danger. But there was no noise, and the same musty odor which she remembered from the special visit they had made to a two thousand year old temple near New Delhi. It was strange, but she felt tingling in her stomach, and started down the tunnel toward the glow.
The beam of the flashlight reflected eerily from the craggy surfaces of the walls as she walked slowly down the rough stone. It did seem to be descending, but was still warm. If anything, it was getting warmer, and she felt herself starting to sweat. She opened her blouse, letting air into her chest. It felt good. Echoes of her steps sounded hollowly. She felt her hair getting moist, and pulled the bobby pins out, letting it fall past her shoulders. That let some circulation to her scalp.
After a hundred yards or so, she stopped and turned off the flashlight again. The glow was more obvious now. Squinting, it seemed to Sylvia that the tunnel turned down there, and the light was coming from the side, illuminating only the very end of this rocky entryway. But it was still very dim. She listened carefully, and heard nothing. It was a mystery, and she felt her excitement grow.
She turned the light back on, and hurried a little. Anticipation was welling up, a sense of something about to happen. She was anxious to find whatever it was. Later, she would remember this moment as the start of her seduction.
After another hundred yards, she no longer needed the light. The soft glow from the end was enough, and the artificial beam seemed out of place. Her face was flushed, and she had a sense of abandoning herself to this exploration, to the consequences. A funny feeling was forming in the pit of her stomach. It seemed almost sexual. As the glow got nearer, she looked down at her tits swelling out of her white bra, and the push of her pubic mound against the tan pants. She felt suddenly aware of her organs, and felt a tiny bit of moisture in her pussy. It didn't seem at all strange, just a part of her journey.
As she got to the turn in the tunnel, she didn't peer cautiously around, instead stepping decisively into the soft golden illumination. It was still weak, and the source seemed to be from the walls of the large space she had entered. And now, suddenly and inexplicably, there was the sound of a drum, in a heavy, slow beat, from far away.
To her left, a large crystalinne mirror reflected the walls of the cavernous room. Natural shelves held statuettes, glowing in several colors. They were erotic, nude women, organs exaggerated in the style of Indian statuary she had seen. Just in front of the mirror was a strangely shaped altar, in the shape of a Y, the open end facing into the crystal. It all looked very old. The reds, greens, and golds of the figures cast vivid tones of different colors on the walls, and the effect was sensual and exotic. The floor was level, and very smooth. It was even warmer.
She took several steps into the room, until she stood in front of the mirror. Her clothes felt uncomfortable. There was a buzz in her head, something like the floating she remembered from her one experiment with marijuana. She looked up at her reflection in the crystal, which was a little wavy from imperfections. The drumbeat was pulsing in her mind.
Her reflection was her familiar image, frizzed hair falling over her shoulders, the white bra revealed by the gaping of her unbuttoned blouse. But as she watched, it began to change, very slowly, in little bits that seemed to be timed with the rhythm of the coursing drum. Her hair appeared to smooth out, acquiring a luster and wave that was very attractive and erotic. Very Indian. Then, her face's image began to look like she had on makeup, deepening her eyes, widening and darkening her mouth. The effect was sensual.
Now, gracefully and gently, her blouse slipped away, seeming to free itself from the waist of her pants easily and smoothly. She felt the material sliding off her skin as she saw it happening in the mirror. Her mind was in turmoil, but she had no volition. She felt the bra unclasped in the back, and her breasts suddenly felt the fetid air. Her nipples were stiff. In the mirror, the rounded globes appeared larger and fuller, pushing out from her chest impudently. She realized how good her nakedness felt, as though it was natural to be nude here. She saw her reflection cup her boobs, squeezing and pinching, and realized it was her own hands caressing her flesh.
She arched toward the sexy reflection. She pushed her titties up, displaying them, feeling pride in their fullness. Her mind seemed to be two parts, one shocked at her boldness, and the other wanton and excited. Her hands drifted down to the pants' belt, and unhooked it, then opened the button at the waist. The garment drifted down slowly, without her touching it. Her waist high white panties appeared, then her long,slim legs. She just stood and watched the drift downwards in the mirror, even seeing the spot of dampness in her crotch. The tan material ended up in a clump at her feet.
As she stepped out of the pants, she realized her shoes were gone too. She stood before the mirror with only the panties on, the drum seeming louder, her blood boiling with tension. The part of her mind that was shocked was shrinking, while the stimulating fog dominated her more and more. She had the feeling of being part of an ancient rite, feeling drawn to its power, excited by its promise of, what? Pleasure, sexual pleasure. How could that be? She had never even had an orgasm.
She was fascinated by her image in the mirror. Reaching up, she could feel that her hair was indeed smoother, a little wavy, framing her now beautiful, exotic face. She stared at the reflection of her titties, capped with red nipples, looking so erotic. Her firm tummy was moving with her heavy breathing, and her legs seemed longer, sexier. The white panties were a contrast to the sensual appearance she saw, and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband.
She pushed this last remaining covering down, feeling a strange sense of triumph at her full nudity. As the elastic moved over her pussy, the coal black pubic hair made a striking contrast to her pale skin. She watched her reflection as she leaned over to let her legs lift out of the garment, seeing her breasts hanging and swaying. Mmmmm, nice, she thought. What man could resist me? Or what woman?
It all felt perfectly natural, except to that small, shrinking part of her mind protesting her daring. As she straightened, she raised her hands to a model's posing position behind her head, and turned in a knee as she had seen in lingerie catalogues. Sylvia Platt was a new person, radiant with her newfound confidence. Her genital's black triangle was pouty and full, and she rotated to get a better look. From the side, it seemed even more prominent, and she pushed her hips out to increase its effect. Thrills at this image filled her.
Her hands began moving over her body, from her face to her tits and downwards to her abdomen, then finally into her cunt. A finger found the little button she had always known was there, but avoided. Now she twitched at it, watching her reflection become slightly slack jawed in passion. It felt so good, she wondered vaguely why she had never done this before. She felt awakened and alive.
She began to twist her body sinuously to the beat of the drum which seemed more insistent, while her finger kept kneading her clitoris. She could feel the wetness in her cuntal tunnel, and felt a bloom of dampness under her arms, on her face. The voluptuous woman in the mirror seemed to be someone else, a harlot, a vixen. She reveled in her licentiousness, pushing harder at the stiffening button at the top of her slit. She began to feel need, need for a cock to fill her, to stimulate her, to complete her. To give her pleasure and release. She continued her writhing dance to the drumbeat, thinking this really was a "Cave of Desire", and how fortunate she was.
The mirror began to cloud, and her image was gone. Suddenly, there was a man. And what a magnificent man, she marveled. His skin was dark, and his features vaguely Indian and strong, like a hawk. Sylvia had a sense that he was large, and his hairless body was powerfully muscled. Wide shoulders, narrowing to slim hips, strong legs, and the largest, most imposing pinus she could imagine. It's length and thickness made her gasp, and again speed her diddling fingers in her now foaming pussy.
Her mind soared with happiness to be here with him, naked with him, free to give herself to him. Wanting him to use her as he wished. As he stepped to the floor of the cavern, emerging from the mirror, he smiled with a cruel, savage look of conquest. She heard herself groaning with the tension and want radiating through her. She heard a voice in her mind, speaking in Sanskrit. She had to adjust quickly to understand the rarely spoken language, but found it surprisingly easy.
"I am Arkanhapot. I am the God of Desire. You are mine." Sylvia smiled and stretched her body to his avid gaze, raising her arms up and out, spreading her legs, and arching toward him. The mirror was clear again, and she could see the beautiful maiden offering her body to its master. Heat and want suffused her. She answered "Yessss."
He walked slowly around the altar toward her, as she shivered with anticipation, waiting. He had an aura that warmed and tingled her groin, and it got stronger as he approached. He reached her, and she closed her eyes, waiting for his commands, wanting his touch. She felt hands softly on her face, caressing gently, then beginning to move downwards, over her shoulders and then to her breasts. Fingers squeezed her nipples, then cupped her firm globes of titflesh, and the pressure sent waves of excitement into her body. She pushed to his touch. "Yesssss."
The hands drifted lower, to her bellybutton, her abdomen, and slowly into her hairy bush. The dark mass arched to his contact of its own accord, as she reveled in her ability to attract him. His firm fingers probed into her cleft, and found her clitty. She cried out at the first pulsating stimulation. Her need seemed unbearably strong.
One hand moved into the wet, swampy mess of her pussy, while the other went around her hip to her butt cheek, and moved into the large crack to her asshole. She opened her eyes, and found his staring greedily at her. She matched his evil smile. "Yesssss."
Fingers entered her cunt and her bowel roughly, quickly, and almost lifted her as her body was filled. Spurts of wonderful sensation emanated from the penetration. The fingers began to move in urgent, spasmodic pushes, and she groaned in response, trying to move her groin to increase the power of it. Something probed her mouth, and she felt an enormous tongue enter between her lips, and sucked on the wet, probing instrument as her own licked at its rough texture. Her arms dropped to his head and she pulled it to her so their lips locked together, as his hands increased the speed and strength of their movements in her bottom. The tongue was almost into her throat, but she swallowed and gasped with passion.
Suddenly and cruelly, he pulled away. She stood with her arms empty, staring at him, gaping with disappointment, wanting more. But she heard the voice say "Worship my instrument." She fell to her knees, staring at his cock.
It was firmer now, sloping out from the dark pubic bone. The head was peeking out of the foreskin, the tiny slit moist. She exhaled as she leaned toward it, and licked gently at the drop of cloudy juice. It tasted bitter and tart. Her mouth opened as she raised a hand to push it upwards, and felt it jerk as she surrounded the first inch with her lips. As she closed around the tube, her hand reached down and began to diddle her clitty again, and she sucked his prick into her mouth.
Sylvia had never sucked a cock before, but this felt natural and marvelous. Blood vessels pulsed as it stiffened further, and her tongue laved at the textured skin of the head, tasting more of his essence. She sunk more of it into her, breathing through her nose, smelling a powerful, savage male perfume. She pushed harder, forcing it down her throat, feeling the blood flowing, and her free hand reached around to pull his hips to her. It closed her airway as it entered her almost to it's full length, and she let it out, tongue still lapping firmly.
The male flesh hardened as she began moving so it fucked her mouth. She felt her stomach soar as her hips writhed with the pleasure she was giving this fantastic creature. A God of Desire. Her master. Her lover. It was pistoning inside her, and her mouth seemed to water with the taste and wonder of this act. She lifted her eyes and caught his look of excitement, of control, and of enjoyment. She pulled away slightly so all there was in her mouth was the head, and sucked it fiercely, hearing little sounds her mouth was making as it ministered to him.
But he suddenly humped fully into her, and even as she choked, she felt a gush of liquid jetting into her throat. She swallowed, but its volume was too much, and she felt it dribbling out of her lips. It was the same tart taste, but stronger, and more compelling. She smiled avidly, opening her mouth as another spurt fired over her tongue. Then a hand in her hair pulled her face away, and a spray jumped into her eyes. It began dripping down to her nose, and she grinned her own evil pleasure at his debasement. Her bottom was on fire.
He was breathing hard, and she nuzzled to his groin, kissing lightly at the ball sack, the base of his prick, his abdomen. There was still some leaking, and she pressed her face to it, further smearing his jism on her cheeks and lips. It was as though she wanted herself covered with his essence, surrendering to his defiling capture of her soul. Dimly, she saddened that this might be the end of her seduction.
The hand in her hair pulled her upright. "I am not a mere mortal, Sylvia." He was sneering at her, and covered her gunky mouth with his, the thick tongue moving between her lips. She felt his cock against her belly, still stiff. Her heart soared. What now, she wondered, but tingled with desire to experience whatever it would be. He had to take her, use her. She cried out in the dim cavern "Fuck meeeeeee....."
He lifted her easily to the altar, positioning her legs on the forks of the "Y', so she was splayed open, her cunt exposed to the mirror now. As his hands wandered over her titties, and her fevered skin, the mirror showed the pink flesh between the labia, and the matting of black pubic hair from the moisture of her desire. She spread her arms again, offering herself, waiting breathlessly. Her hips were wantonly undulating, trying to invite his rape.
She saw his face between her legs, his tongue licking over his mouth as he stared at her needy, twisting body. His hands were on her thighs, pressing and kneading. The fierce head began to lower, and she realized his mouth and that powerful tongue were nearing her raging twat. Oh, he's going to eat my pussy, she thought. Hurry, hurry. She humped to him, and hissed "Yesss, Yessss."
His lips seemed to smack to her foaming slit, locking it inside his mouth, and she groaned and writhed with the stimulating thrill of it. She felt the tongue, first entering deeply into her wet tunnel, then coming up to her love button. "Aaaagh, oh yes, oh yes." Her mind was whirling with the feeling of floating in a sea of passion. The tongue kept up its movement, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her groin. Her cunt seethed with heat, and the tongue fucked vigorously into her, amazingly deep. Her hands wrapped in her hair, as she groaned with sensual awakening.
She felt his hands squeezing the folds of her cunt together, increasing the friction of his tongue as it rampaged in her tight box. Each flick of her clit sent stars whirling in her mind, and she thought she heard him growling heavily as she heaved into his face with legs taut and shaking. But his eating became harder and faster, sending her into a roaring fog of want.
Even without experience of it, she knew orgasm was near. "Fuck me now, sink that cock in me master, rape me, fill me." He rose, the evil grin wider, the look of desire and conquest grossly exciting to her frantic mind. In the mirror, she saw the wanton woman begging for his monsterous member. Sylvia Platt, harlot. "Now, now, now, oh yesssssssssss."
He had hurled his massive meat into her heedless of pain or speed, but all she felt was gratitude at the stinging sensation of vibrant wonder. The base punched her clitty, making it the focal point of her flaring heat. Tides of thrilling feelings almost drove her unconscious as he began to thrust and thrust, all the way back out with each stroke. The stretching of her flesh was unbearably sweet, as though her cunt was able to adapt perfectly to his huge prick. She could feel every inch, every ridge, every part of his tool as it pummeled her unmercifully, the careless savagery of it adding to her rising need.
She began to babble mindlessly as he fucked, reaching out fruitlessly, twisting and bending and humping. "Ungh, ungh, yeah yeah, humphh, humph. Fuck, fuck, ooooooh fuck meeeee." She felt on a high plateau of goodness, soaring in carnal delight. Her hands began pulling and pinching her titties as her eyes closed, and a whirlpool started spinning in her red hazed mind. His hands were pressing on her groin, pushing in firmly, making her clitty pulse and twitch with each of his powerful strokes.
The whirlpool tightened and tightened, spinning faster, as she writhed to his pistoning cock. Her eyes snapped open and widened, staring at his leering face, now grotesque in its concentration. He slowed his thrusts, but increased the force of them, driving with incredible power. She couldn't breathe, as the whirlpool concentrated itself into a tiny dot of fantastic intensity, and then an explosion of rhapsodic sweetness burst in her soul. She knew what it was.
"Cummmmmmmmmmm. Yes, cumming cumming oh God." Her head was twisting as her hands punched and tweaked at her boobs, her tingling nipples. The climax took over her body, sending raging pangs of lust ringing through her. It was a glorious release of a dam of pleasure, thrilling her to her depths. His mighty tool kept up its spasmodic penetrations, each time spinning another thrill into her groin. Suddenly he froze, buried deep in her ovaries. She felt red hot liquid filling her, over filling, leaking out onto her asshole. He thrust again, and she felt more of his spunk jet into her cunt. The rivulet coming out became a stream, as her own hips raised to keep him buried. His sperm was puddling on the stone, she let her rear end sink back onto it, and wiggled to coat her ass.
Sylvia was almost out of her mind. Her release was so welcome and complete she surged up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and locked her lips to his, her tongue shooting into his mouth as deeply as she could make it go. Her legs were still resting on the stirrups of the altar, and she heaved them around his waist, still humping her hips onto his cock. The explosion roared on and on. Her clitty felt like a ball of excitement. As she felt his tongue lash with hers, and his mouth suck hers, she groaned with joy.
Their kiss went for what seemed like hours, though it was only minutes. She began to feel giddy and weak, and finally collapsed back onto the altar, returning her legs to the stirrups. She felt his cock exit her pussy with a loud squish, and a jet of his jism fired onto her tits and her belly. She held his eyes as she rubbed it into her skin, finally licking the residue with her tongue. He laughed at her pleasure, but she thought he approved her licentiousness.
Her climax was over, though her body still tingled. She was aware of the stickiness of his spunk as it dried on her heated skin, but it was all part of this incredible experience. Just as she thought their fucking might be over, she felt his hands pull at her ass cheeks, and his cock probed between the firm globes. She felt it at the puckered rim, and bent her legs to give him access. Her mind dimly registered the pain this new penetration might cause, but found herself again murmuring "Yessss."
This time, he entered her slowly, the lubrication from her twat making his turgid meat slide smoothly, yet the pain of her stretched asshole caused her to scream out. But even as she did, the stinging added to the warmth in her belly, as her hips began to move again. As his cock sunk further and further into her bowel, stretching and tormenting her anus, she screamed again, but the tortured look as she held his eyes did not plead for him to stop, but to continue his domination of her. The pain mixed with waves of exhiliration and pleasure, in an erotic salad of feeling. Her heart was pounding even faster than with her previous climax, as she felt his monster of a dong bottom in her insides, his groin pressed against her butt cheeks.
The pain was only from the entrance rim, stretched so fully. Inside, the nerves signalled the presence of his member, and the insertion had been sexy and stimulating. He humped slightly upwards, further tearing at the tight opening into her ass, and as she screamed, the sound became hoarse with welcoming passion. "Aaaagh, yes, aieeeee." Her reflection in the mirror held an expression of ugly grimace, but even as she watched, it began to change to fevered desire for more.
He began to pull out, but just a few inches, and then humped firmly back in. The thrust was good now, and the pain from her entrance was passing, though still adding a stinging dimension to his throbbing invasion. She found herself gasping "Yes, yes." and grinning at him as he again cycled into her body. He inserted his thumb in her cunt, and began to rub her clitty, and now thrills again began ringing wildly through her groin, and soon took over her whole body, her whole being. She began squirming to him, trying to increase the speed and force of his strokes in both her holes. Lovely mixed sensations of pain and pleasure coursed through her.
His movements began to speed up, and she recognized the building need for release from just a few minutes before. Another orgasm, she thought frantically. Oh yes, yes. The whirlpool was back, open and red tinged in her mind, as she began to twist and undulate spasmodically in her splayed position on the altar. Her jism coated skin tingled with heat, and the friction of the stone added to her rising desire. How could she have avoided this wondrous experience all these years?
He leaned forward and began to paw at her tits, kneading and pinching. She covered his hands, and found herself pleading to him "Yes Arkan, ream my ass. Wreck me, hurt me, get me there, can you tell, aaaaaagh." His leaning pulled his prick upwards, lifting her hips off the altar, and her calves were resting against his shoulders. Most of her weight was now on her back, and she felt a wonderful sense of his cock as a pile driver into her bottom, as the whirlpool began to close.
Her writhing became frantic and vicious. She was striving for more pain, more thrilling waves from her cunt, a higher peak. Her face felt full as a balloon, as her tongue lolled out, and groans of passion churned unintelligibly from her wailing moaning. Her groin was fucking back to his hand and prick. All her movements were unconscious and wild. Her climax began to happen, more slowly than her first, but with even more force.
Explosions went off in her head, as fire seemed to rage in her. She could not speak at all, her head twisting with her release. This was a tidal wave of excitement and roiling orgasm, rolling rather than bursting, but powerful and complete. It lasted and lasted, as she watched him grin with his mastery over her flailing body. She felt liquid filling her intestine, again leaking out onto the altar. Her hand reached under her ass to catch a palmful, and she sucked it as the pleasure held its sway over her. Then she collapsed, floating in euphoria.
She felt his cock leave her, and sighed with disappointment. When she began to again be able to see, after the haze left her mind, he was staring at her with pleasure. "You have pleased me, Sylvia." Her heart soared with her pride at his words.
He waited until her breathing became less labored, and then pulled her to him through the angles of the stirrups. As she felt her feet support her, he stepped to the side, and their reflection in the mirror showed a still gorgeous, spunk smeared, dark haired maiden and a handsome God, standing hand in hand as though he was displaying her to the reflection. Then he stepped through the surface, pulling her with him.
They were standing in a huge room, with no obvious walls, yet she knew it was enclosed. Several small pools were scattered around, and beautiful women, mostly Indian, lolled around the area. They looked at her with expressions that seemed welcoming and understanding of her amazement and joy. He led her to the nearest water, and they waded in as his hands began to bathe her. They both submerged, and he kissed her under the surface, in a lingering and softer way. Her comatose brain still welcomed his caresses and his lips.
As they rose, her mind filled with his final words to her. "You are now my angel, Sylvia. Choose your conquests wisely, so they may please us both. And when their souls are ready for my harvest, I will come to you and you will receive again the pleasure I can give. When your mortal time is over, this is your destiny, with me, through eternity." He led her to the mirror, and ushered her back to the cavern, alone. Her last sight of him was as one of the women began sucking his prick with obvious pleasure and skill.
He had scheduled them to work together today, but when that cunt Sylvia disappeared, had rearranged things. Now he was here in the camp alone, cleaning up some of the paperwork required by the foundation, and waiting to give her hell when she got back. The nerve, to foul up his plans. She had always been so trustworthy, so dependable. What the hell could have happened to her?
He heard a small cough from the flap of his tent, and turned in his flimsy chair. It was Chandra, and his heart skipped. "Hi, Jim. Seen Sylvia yet?"
"Nah, she hasn't come back. Can't imagine what happened, she's usually so careful." The Indian girl still hadn't come in the tent, just stood there in the opening, bent over, showing him a little cleavage, her hip thrust to the side provocatively. Uh unh. Sexy gal. Just wait, baby.
She asked "Should we try looking for her?" He tried to look like he was considering it, rather than ogling her shape. "Nah, I think we'd have found her already if she was hurt or something. My guess is she was exploring some theory she picked up from the stone. She reads the damn language so well, it's scary." He had seen Chandra and Sylvia talking together often, and didn't want to sound too harsh. He thought the cunt was trying something on her own to cut him out. Goddamn post-docs. Ambitious as hell.
Chandra shrugged, and dropped the flap. "Maybe I'll walk down to the river, just to see if she might be bathing. I could use a swim anyway." He had the feeling she teased him sometimes, though he couldn't imagine why. That was close enough to an invitation, though, and he yelled, "Wait, honey, I'll go with you." He grabbed his pith helmets and scrambled out of the tent, as her swinging hips disappeared into the jungle. He stumbled after her, and didn't catch her until they were down at the river bank, and she was shucking off her shirt.
On an expedition like this, the niceties of civilization were often abandoned, and bathing was one example. It was normal for everyone to bathe nude, and in full view of others, both male and female. Good form required never leering, though he had never gotten the full hang of that. He found beautiful women impossible to ignore. He had seen Chandra' s charms several times, and never tired of ogling her, as carefully as possible. He had a feeling she had noticed, but she never mentioned it.
As the Indian girl pushed off her pants on the shore, her back to him, revealing those full hips and nice legs, he remembered seeing Sylvia the other day at the same spot. He had never realized what a neat body the usually reserved woman possessed. Nice big tits, long legs and a trim, taut midsection. With her hair released and wet, she gave a wholly different impression than usual. Might try that mousy little thing when I get finished with Chandra, he had thought. Might be a good one-nighter.
He watched as the dark skinned girl stroked into the water, admiring her ass. She avoided any eye contact, though, so after getting no encouragement to join her, he yelled "Hey I'm going back, honey. Careful now." He started stumbling through the jungle again, and must have taken a wrong course, because he happened into a glade with a stream that fed the river, and lo and behold, there was Sylvia.
His first thought was relief that she was okay. Last thing I need is to lose anyone. Then he started to chew her out about her absence. "Damn it Syl, where've you been? The whole schedule got screwed up. I....." Then he stopped as he noticed a subtle change in her appearance.
Her hair was down, and looked darker and wavier, as though it had been oiled the Indian way. He thought he saw hints of eye makeup, and dark lipstick. Even though it was light, it gave her a completely new appearance, much prettier, even beautiful. And her blouse was gaping open, and she wore no bra. He could see the profile of her nipples in the thin cotton of her shirt. Even her expression was different, no pursed lips and pinched eyes, but an open, smiling look.
"Geez, Syl, what'd you do, find a beauty parlor. You look great." She grinned at him, and if he didn't know her better, he'd have said it was a seductive invitation. "Why thanks, Jim. I'm glad to see you too. I was exploring a cave I found, but it turned out to be empty." He saw her eyes look back at the way he had come, and asked "Were you swimming, Jim? Is that Chandra I hear? Naughty boy." She was holding his eyes, something she never did, and he felt a sudden rush of desire. Shit, two weeks without a piece of ass, why not.
"Sorry it didn't turn out, Syl. Listen, this is a nice spot, huh? Why don't we take a break, swim a little." She grinned wickedly, he thought. "Why Jim, the water's only a foot deep. Do you want to get naked with me?" He felt a fast flush of heat at her boldness. "Um, uh, well, is that such a bad idea?" She still held his eyes. "Not at all, darling. The thought had occurred to me too. I like being nude, in this nice warm jungle. It makes me feel very savage."
Her eyes seemed to burn into him as he watched her start to strip. The old Sylvia would have raced, anxious to get it over with and jump in the water, covering herself. But now, she unbuttoned the blouse very slowly, pausing with each loosening to pull the edges apart, revealing more and more fullsome titflesh. He felt his cock surge. When she reached the last button, she pulled the cloth out of her pants, but still didn't reveal herself fully.
"Are you ready, Jim? I think you'll like them." She cupped her globes through the thin cotton, lifting them, making the outline of the nipples even more obvious. "You got a little glimpse the other day, didn't you? Weren't you surprised at your staid little student?" She shrugged off the shirt, let it slither to the ground. Her chest was arched, and he gasped at the wonderful pair of tits pleasing his gaze.
They were full, large, and rounded, with nice pouty, red nipples, already taut. He felt his mouth water, and began tearing his own shirt off. She murmured "Don't hurry, darling. Take your time. You don't fuck that fast, do you?" He could hardly believe his ears, and his eyes. Sylvia had become a sensual, bold woman, overnight. He slowed down, but revealed his thin, well muscled torso. "Mmmm, now watch some more, Jim. I love feeling you admire my body."
She worked her tennis shoes off as she unbuckled the belt of her pants. His ears were roaring with the slow erotic way she was showing him her fantastic body. She began easing the pants down over her hips, one side at a time, and suddenly he saw coal black pubic hair just at the waistband. She paused there, watching him gasp. Chuckling, she pushed further, and the whole triangle was exposed, rich and full, puffy cuntlips outlined by the fuzzy bush. He almost gagged as he unbuckled his own pants.
She slowly leaned down as she lowered the pants to her feet, and stepped out of them. The movement made those full boobs hang and move pendulously, and the rigid nipples profiled against her fair skin. His cock was hard as a rock, and he had trouble getting his pants over it. She almost seemed to laugh at his frantic tearing at the pants. She just stood there, hands on her hips, a knee pointed in sensuously, until he finally got them off. He took a step toward her, but she whispered "No darling, stay there. Watch me bathe."
She turned her body toward the stream keeping her head looking over her shoulder at him, and her eyes locked to his. She took three steps into the gurgling water, swinging her hips blatantly. Then her ass lowered very slowly, the muscles flexing, into the shallow water. Her body ended up sideways, and she began splashing water gently on her face, then her boobs, rubbing herself and further exciting him. "Oh the water is nice, darling. It feels very sexy to spread it over me. Do you like watching me?"
He was gasping, and couldn't answer. She laughed throatily, and reclined fully, straightening her legs, so the water level barely covered her. She still held his gaze, the erotic smile beginning to fill his mind. Her black pussy was just above the surface, but the dampness made it mat to her pouty pubic bone, and her hand drifted down to the top of her slit. "I'm touching myself, Jim. Diddling at my clitty, and it's starting to get hard. It feels sooooo good darling." He could see her hand moving gently, and almost unconsciously began stroking his cock.
"Oh no dear, no, you don't have to do that. Come to me, and put that nice prick in my mouth. I'll bathe you, and you can suck on my pussy. Wouldn't you like that, darling?" He choked out "Yes, god yes." and stumbled into the water beside her. He splashed her, and she gave a low, soft squeal. He plopped noisily down beside her, reaching for her tits. Their firmness amazed him, rising so boldly off her chest. How could he have missed those amazing boobies for the last two years? She twisted him firmly to recline with his hips near her face, and his own head near her crotch.
She began edging her knee up, revealing the cleft of pink flesh between the folds of her cunt. He couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous, puffy mound as it opened to his gaze, even as his hands kept kneading her titties. She rolled nearer to him, and he felt her hand wrap around his jumping tool. "Go ahead, Jim. Suck me, eat my pussy, use your tongue. You'll see, it tastes wonderful. And now I'm going to swallow your nice big cock."
He felt warm breath on the sensitive head of his dong, and then the warm, wet pair of lips surround it. Her head was just at the water's surface as she slowly drew more and more into her mouth as his gaping face stared with fascinated anticipation. She took it all in smoothly, and he groaned with the complete enclosure of his tool inside her hungry mouth. He felt her swallow, twitching at the head, and jumped with pleasure. Equally slowly, she let it leave her mouth.
"Come darling, you must do me too. That's only fair. My pussy is waiting." Reluctantly, his eyes left their view of this vixen with his member hanging at her mouth, and he buried his face in her crotch. There was already moisture there, and he could smell a heady, musky odor of her cream. It was intoxicating. His tongue flicked out to the top of her hairy crease, and he felt her hips jump slightly as he butterflyed at her stiff little button. And it did taste marvelous.
He felt her take his meat into her throat again, and the vacuum she was making. He was giddy with the sensual excitement of this warm, wet jungle embrace. He started to slavishly lick and suck at her slit, trying to enter her tunnel and hit the clitty. Her mouth was pistoning nicely on his cock, sending thrills back to his balls, and into his groin. He heard a muffled groan, and realized it was his own. Her top leg was thrown over his shoulder now, and his tongue could get two inches into her cunt easily. His own hips started pumping at her thrusting mouth.
He felt her hands moving over him, spreading water on his legs, his stomach, his chest, although she never stopped her mouth's firm fucking on his prick. He reached behind her to her ass cheek, squeezing it, marveling at the feel of her wet flesh. He tried to keep eating at her cunt, but was starting to feel spasmodic tingling in his dong. His mind was whirling and out of control. He could sense the pressure building in his balls.
Through the roaring in his head, he heard her soft, seductive voice. "Mmmm, I'm excited enough now, darling. Let's get out and fuck our brains out. You want me now, don't you. You want to sink in my body, squirt in me, fill me up." She crawled out of the stream, pulling him with her. Her aggressive sexuality amazed the small part of his brain still outside the haze of surging desire boiling there. He was ready to do anything to get off with this suddenly exciting woman.
She pushed him down to the floor of matted leaves, and crouched over him, straddling his hips. "You haven't even kissed me yet, Jim. Your cock has been in my mouth, but not your tongue. Let me do all the work, darling. Try to last a long time." He saw her lovely face leaning down to him, getting closer and closer. Her breasts were cushioned on his chest as she whispered "That way you'll shoot a nice big load, heat my cunnnie, hose me down. Won't that be nice?"
Her lips touched his softly, and he soared with desire. He felt her tongue tickle gently around his mouth, and every contact launched tingles of pleasure. He was gasping, and she lifted away, a smile of erotic conquest on her face. He had never felt so drawn to any woman. Then she crushed her mouth to his, her tongue lancing deep into his sucking throat, and a surge of sensation rattled his fevered mind. For as she kissed him passionately, her hand was moving his cockhead firmly up and down her swampy slit.
Migod, she was raping him, and he loved it. He could feel the sensitive skin of his prick touching her clitty, surrounded by her labia, then back to the clit again. Each time, he felt lubrication, and the movement was oily and smooth. He was wildly dueling with her tongue, and his hands rested on her hips. He pulled his face away, and groaned "Christ, Syl, stick it in, go ahead, oh shit I need it."
She grinned that evil, sexy way as she let just the head enter her. Her eyes were locked to his as she straightened, watching him moan with his need. Her titties were undulating gently, and she closed her eyes. "Get ready darling. You've never had a fuck like this. Believe me." She began to sink gently, and he almost screamed as his jumping member eased into her foaming hole.
He felt her puffy cuntlips press into his pubic hair as she fully enclosed him inside her. His hands reached up to her boobs, squeezing them, and she covered them with her own, pulling his grip even tighter. She helped him maul and knead at her flesh as she began to rise. Just as he thought she would leave, she sunk back down, supporting her fucking pussy with her knees beside his hips. "Mmmmm, darling, how good your cock feels inside my box. You're mine now, dear. You can have me in all ways, whenever you want. My mouth, my ass, whatever pleases you. I will have your essence, and you will have cums beyond your wildest dreams."
She started rising and falling in a slow rhythm, grunting quietly each time the point of her pubic bone hit the base of his cock, punching her clit. As she pulled up, he could feel her rubbing it against the top of his prick, and she seemed to be creaming constantly, making his pistoning inside her smooth and easy. He could hear himself groaning, as though from a distance. He strained up to her each time she sunk sensuously onto him, and the stimulation was powerful and wild. He felt her lean into the pressure of his hands on her succulent globes.
The intensity of her fucking began to increase, both the speed and the force. He felt himself rising toward red hot pleasure, when suddenly she pulled his hands away from her tits and pinned his wrists on the ground. "Suckle my titties, Jim. Lick them, taste them. Aren't they nice?" He felt a nipple graze his mouth, and his tongue leaped out to flick at the tip, and then the flesh pressed into his lips, and he sucked violently. She groaned with enjoyment.
She let him eat at one of the big mounds for a time, then twisted the other to his hungry lips. Still the pace of her hips fucking his jumping cock speeded up, and fire was raging in his groin, pressure building in his rampaging dong. He was lost in her body, his mind dull as passion overcame any rational surprise at Sylvia's sensuality. She seemed to sense his abandonment of his soul to her, and began even more frantic humps on his cock, whispering "Yes, darling, yes. Get off now, fill me, shoot your stuff into my horny pussy."
His hips lurched up into each of her thrusts, and became spasmodic, as the need for release bloomed in his tool. She was urging him on, murmuring "Yes, yes, yes" in the same rhythm as her fucking. He surrendered to the roaring power of her cunt, and felt an orgasm begin unlike any in his life.
Flushes blossomed all over his body. Stinging pleasure erupted in his cock, and he felt a torrent rise from his balls and burst out of his surging pecker. "Aaaagh." His first shot exploded, and he felt a new kind of heat and wetness around his prick inside her. He was frozen with his hips pushing up to full penetration. Then she pushed him back down, and he felt another massive jolt of climax, accompanied by another shot of his spunk. More heat, more liquid.
And something else, a weakening, a sense of his vitality transferring to her, sucked from him like his sperm. He humped again, and another jet fired out. He opened his eyes, and found her staring at him, a funny look of surprise, elation, and triumph lighting her face, the most erotic and attractive expression he had ever experienced. In his mind, she became all he could ever want, the ultimate woman, the perfect whore. He relaxed as he felt her twitching cunt nipping at the base of his cock, her own orgasm causing contraction around him. Her body was arched as she moaned with guttural growls of completion. God, she was gorgeous.
He blanked out, and surfaced to find her nestled to him, her wet cunt against his hip, her lips crooning in his ear softly. "Jim, my darling, my love. Isn't it wonderful, what a fuck, what a cum. Mmmmmm." Her hand was moving over his groin, down to his softened cock, and he could still smell her musky cuntal perfume. He felt her lips sucking at his ear. Wonder filled him.
She had been teasing him along, thinking that she would eventually let him sleep with her so she could get co-authorship of whatever they discovered on this search. She had played this game with several men before, and had used her erotic charms to advance her standing effectively. Blanton had seemed the easiest of all of them, his slavering pursuit so obvious, making her feel she could easily make this expedition her biggest triumph.
She didn't really like this shit, but it was a good career. Indian University's were one of the few places she could free herself from the rigid social structure that still dominated her country, but she had begun to think the skinny Professor could be her ticket to America. She knew her exotic face and body would let her really prosper there. And everything had been going well until a few days ago.
Mousy Sylvia had suddenly become his favorite. One day, she had been just a lackey, translating the stone, sucking up to Jim, trying to support her studies. Then she had begun to use makeup, had a different hairdo, and flaunted herself. And Blanton had become almost a slave to her. Chandra had chatted up the girl a lot, recognizing her deep skills in language, and her thorough knowledge. They had gotten to be friends, Chandra thought, and she had enjoyed the up tight woman's company. But not lately.
And he had definitely gotten sick. His face was gaunt, his eyes were red, and he couldn't seem to focus on the work. He had almost ceded control to the Platt woman. She seemed to blossom, smiling constantly, flirting with everyone, almost gay in her new position. And she had lost any but the most glancing interest in Chandra. In spite of his illness, she had heard them making love just last night, in the next tent over. Damn. The whole thing had been a waste of three weeks.
Just then, the head porter called a break. She looked around, and saw a fallen tree ten feet into the underbrush, and stumbled over to it, pulling out her cigarettes. As she sat down and lit up, she wondered what next. This thing had blown her summer, and her boss wouldn't be happy. Maybe she could talk to that Chinese guy who wanted in her pants. He had mentioned a trip into the Tibetan lowlands.
"Hi, Chandra. Can I have one of those?" She twisted around, and saw Sylvia standing there. "Hi Syl. Sure, here." Funny, she couldn't remember the brunette ever smoking before. As she lit the woman's cigarette, she felt breasts gently against her arm. It sent a little thrill into her chest. Sylvia met her shocked glance, smiling.
"We haven't had much chance to talk the last few days, Chandra. I'm sorry. I've missed you." There was a husky tone to the comment, and the Indian girl felt almost instant attraction to the undercurrent of seduction. "I've missed it too, Syl. But you've been busy, huh." That drew a sultry smile, and the response was murmured softly. "Yes, Jim's kept me busy. But I haven't forgotten you, darling. I'm hoping we can see each other before I leave. I'll be here another ten days, and Jim's very weak. Who can tell?"
Chandra felt a hand on her breast. Sylvia was leaning into her, lips near her cheek, and her right hand was cupping the large, soft mound of flesh. Instead of shock, Chandra felt herself arching up to the caress, fire racing into her belly. She turned her head, and felt the warm mouth cover hers. It was a strikingly exciting moment, and she groaned into Sylvia's embrace.
The moment lingered on, slow movement of their mouths together filling her with desire. She had never had a lesbian experience, but welcomed this gentle moment freely, even as a small part of her mind registered surprise. Then the dark haired caucasian broke away. "We must pursue this, darling. Here's the hotel where Jim and I are staying. Come tonight, about ten." The hand left her tit, pressed a business card in her hand, and Chandra sighed with disappointment.
Sylvia kissed her again, firmly, and her tongue flicked out teasingly. As she rose, she put a hand on Chandra's cheek. "Yes darling, I know. Tonight, tonight, mmmmm it will be lovely." Then she was gone, leaving a trail of a musky, heavy scent. Chandra could feel moisture in her cunt, and tingling in her stomach. She took a deep breath, trying to reclaim her mind. But Sylvia's image was all she could see.
Her obsession lasted all during the flight, and on the jolting cab ride to her small flat. Almost immediately, Chandra began planning what to wear for the evening. She had a frenzied compulsion to look her best, her most entrancing. She finally settled on a red sari material wrapped over one shoulder, but tight fitting and long. The top half of her left breast showed full and proud. The slit in the skirt showed her long leg when she walked. She made up her face with sultry blue eye shadow and lipstick, a look she had tried with great success in the past. Her black hair was pulled over one shoulder.
She got to the hotel early, but decided to chance it, and her knock on the door was answered immediately. Sylvia reached out and drew her in, but it was not the woman she had known. This fantastic creature had her hair in two parts over her shoulders, heavy black makeup deepening her eyes and widening her mouth in an incredibly erotic style that took Chandra's breath. She wore a black negligee with tall spike heels. Her pale body showing through the sheer material was sensual perfection, long legs and hips slim and firm, her dark pussy full and pouty, and large full tits jutting proudly out, the nipples prominent. Chandra sucked in a breath, and felt a bloom of perspiration on her forehead, staring at this exotic woman holding her hand.
"Ahhhh, welcome darling." They were standing in the foyer of a suite, and Sylvia stepped in to press her body against the Indian woman, and lightly kiss. Chandra felt her mind whirling with passion, and spread her legs slightly so she could feel all the firm pressure against her. No man had ever attracted her so intensely. Their kiss firmed, then became hard, then their arms wrapped convulsively around each other, and they locked in an urgent mutual exploration of their mouths, their tongues. Chandra felt their cuntal mounds pushing together, writhing slightly. She was shocked by a tiny rivulet of her pussy cream running down her leg.
The embrace went on and on, until finally they leaned apart, staring with hungry fascination at each other. Sylvia whispered "I can smell your juices, Chandra. That lovely musk. I want to taste it soon. Come." Chandra was led into the large sitting room as though in a trance, and smelled incense, with only candlelight, and the french doors open to catch the cool night breeze. An Indian song with a heavy, slow beat was softly playing from one corner. Sylvia stretched, displaying her nudity beneath the black sheer, and looked for all the world like a cat about to devour its prey.
Chandra still had a tiny part of her mind rebelling at the daring she was experiencing. But lust for this vixen preening before her overpowered any caution. No thought of career, of men, of the future could stay in her brain. She watched with avid want as the dark haired seductress untied the string at her neck, and with a shrug of her shoulders let the flimsy covering slither from her body. She whispered "Ummmmm, I love being naked, darling. And to show myself to you. Do you like my body, dearest one?" Chandra choked "Yes, yessss."
"Then you must show your delightful charms to me, Chandra. So we can be naked together." Sylvia reached out and loosened the clasp at her shoulder, and the red dress's top fell to her waist, revealing her large boobs, dark and with black nipples. Her push up bra didn't cover them, but supported their fullness from below. Without a thought of it, Chandra reached behind and freed the undergarment. Sylvia sighed breathily "Beautiful, darling, beautiful. Now the rest."
The dark skinned woman wriggled out of the tight dress, gazing at her lover, trying to make it sexy. She had red thong panties on, and saw a look of delight. "Oh how wicked, Darling. Let me take those off." Sylvia knelt at her feet, licking her lips greedily. First her tongue lapped at the drying residue of cream that had leaked out. The panties were pulled between the cuntlips of Chandra's trimmed slit, so dark flesh and a hint of coarse hair showed on either side. The tongue on the smooth skin so near her box sent chills up her spine.
Then the tongue licked at the bottom of the smooth labia on either side of the red silk. Chandra felt again the chill of pleasure at the lush touch. She groaned with desire. "Hurry, Sylvia, hurry." The brunette chuckled throatily as she began lowering the string slowly, and revealed the narrow rectangle of coal black pubic hair above the red triangle. Chandra felt hot breath as the panties were gently pulled down to her ankles. Then the tongue insinuated into her cleft, and contacted the stiff clit hiding between her hot folds of flesh.
The touch made Chandra arch and squeal frantically. "Aaaagh, yesssss, oh yesss." She spread her legs, the panties still hooked on one ankle, and her fingers wrapped into the dark hair of her lover's head, starting to press more firmly into her foaming pussy. She felt the tongue enter her tunnel, wiggling, then lick up to again flick her love button. She pulled the head into her groin, and gave herself to the wonderful eating mouth. She had no experience with this kind of love making, and was surprised to feel the sudden rise of tension and pleasure that came before climax filled her groin. "Oh god, Syl, I'm almost there. So fast. Ungh, ungh."
She felt hands on her wide butt cheeks, pulling her hips forward, and the tongue surging into her cunt. Lips were twitching at the clit, and the fantastic stimulation got her through the plateau, and she felt herself jiggling on the brink. Her eyes were closed as she bit her lip in concentration. Suddenly, a finger entered her anus, probing deep, and pulled her flesh into the sucking, rapacious mouth. The tongue left her tunnel, and the lips wrapped around the point of her pubic bone as suction pulled the clit into Sylvia's mouth, and her tongue began a frantic tattoo on the little nub. Chandra soared into a wildly savage, exploding orgasm.
Lights flashed behind her eyes, completion roared back and forth through her body, and she screamed into the night. "Aieeeeeee, cummmmmmmm." The sensations hurtled around in her groin, as she felt the finger in her ass wiggle, and the sucking tonguing of her clit continue forcefully. "Yes, yes, yesssssss." Her legs started to give way as the climax strengthened even further, careening with joy out of her slit and into her soul. Sylvia's mouth stayed glued to her slit as she collapsed to the rug, hips undulating, heart tripping. Cream was pouring out, and she heard shlurping devouring of it from her crotch.
But there was something beyond the incredible cum. Something else was being sucked from her, some essence beyond her fluid, some part of her being. She shook her head, glad to give her lover whatever she desired. Her mind was stunned by the marvel of this completion. She had never had anything like it with any man. She sunk into a comatose haze.
As she began to think clearly again, Sylvia handed her a glass of wine. "Drink darling. Then you must do me. It's only fair. You looked so wonderful when you came. It will get even better, my love." Chandra gulped the wine, and then smiled with her anticipation of eating at this sexy woman's pussy.
They lolled together, nestled together on the soft rug, as both sipped the cool alcohol. Wonderful anticipation seemed to fill the room. As they finished their glasses, Sylvia whispered "In the bedroom, dearest. I loved the taste of your pussy. I know you will love mine. And I have a surprise for you." Rising, she pulled Chandra erect, and led her slowly through large double doors. As they entered the bedroom, lit only with a few candles flickering in the soft, cool night, there was a huge bed covered with black satin, and Jim Blanton lay on one side, nude.
He looked awful. His face was haggard and drawn, and he had lost weight. His eyes were red and sunken, and he had a stuporous look. But when he saw them, his cock seemed to almost leap up, and it was the only healthy looking part of the once arrogant Professor. "Syl, Syl, I'm ready again. Please, please." Glancing at the dark haired woman's face, Chandra saw a look of affection, but also greedy triumph. "He doesn't have much more time, darling. I want him to enjoy what little is left. He wanted you so, out in the jungle. He's so weak it takes him a long time to get off now. Last night I came five times waiting for him." Sylvia chuckled with a deep sound of lurid pleasure at her little joke.
Chandra felt almost mesmerized as she joined in Sylvia's strange elation at his apparent doom. Fucked to death, it seemed. But she knew he was ecstatic at giving himself to this gorgeous harlot urging her toward the bed. She felt exactly the same. She wanted only to please her lover, her conqueror. She was guided to the middle of the soft mattress as Sylvia pulled Blanton up and over her back. "Darling Jim, you're finally going to get to fuck this beautiful Indian maiden. Isn't that a nice reward?" She felt his cock entering her still wet tunnel as he moaned heatedly. "I want you, Syl. Please."
"I will finish you, my dearest. But you must fuck Chandra now, while she sucks my pussy, and we all give ourselves pleasure. Enjoy it, my darlings." She had spread her legs wide as she twisted in front of Chandra, staring avidly as the dark lips jumped hungrily to her gaping cunt. Sylvia whispered to her "Yes, lover, taste me, feed on me."
Pure joy filled the Indian woman's mind as her tongue slowly pushed into the wet, musky cunt at her mouth. She began a rhythmic licking from full penetration of the wet hole up to the jumping clitty. Again and again, as the hips surged and twisted to her adoration. The taste of tart musk filled her body. She began lingering at the top of this furry cleft, flicking at the pulsing button of nerves as it twitched. And Blanton's prick was pummeling her smoothly, firmly, with an energy that belied his wan appearance. Chandra lost herself in the glorious, flowering excitement of this perverse, wanton act.
Her hips began to surge back to his stroking member, feeling his hand drift around to massage her clit. She felt her belly begin to fill with sensation, the rising fervor wild and savage. Sylvia was groaning as her mouth speeded its sucking and tonguing, and the tasty cream filled her slavering mouth. Wonderful, wonderful pursuit of release captured her whole being.
Sylvia's moaning became a low growl, her hips undulated spasmodically, and Chandra felt contractions around her active tongue. "Cummmmmm, ahhhhh yes." moaned the dark haired seductress. She felt hands behind her head, pulling her face strenuously into the mass of hair surrounding her lips so erotically. Her tongue dived and licked frantically, wanting to carry her lover's climax to the heights.
As she felt Sylvia's hands release her head, her own blooming thrills radiated in her twat. She was back at that plateau near orgasm, shaking her head and moaning into the hairy slit pressed in her face. Blanton's finger was punching and diddling on her clit, each touch combining with his thrusting tool to carry her along toward release. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh." Waves of thrills surged around her groin, and she began concentrating on humping back at his strokes. She felt it approach, that wondrous release, that fire of completion.
She felt her shoulders raised and pushed back so she and Blanton were almost erect, kneeling together on the bed. He continued his firm fucking, and Sylvia pressed her body to Chandra, their tits pillowed, and their lips meeting feverishly. Their tongues dueled, and a flush began in her face. The tightening tension became urgent and intense, and then the dam of pleasure broke gushingly. As she cried out her climax, she felt Sylvia's mouth at her breast, and even with the soaring thrills, more of her being was sucked away. She arched her titties to the flow of energy.
Collapsing to the smooth satin of the bed, her second cum still reverberating, she felt his cock leave her, and as though from a distance, whispered invitation as Sylvia crouched before Blanton. "You may have me now, darling. Fuck hard, come for me, give me your juicy spunk." Chandra watched as a smile lit his distraught face, and he began plunging into the cunt waving at his hips. For a few moments, she saw his avid greed for the woman light his eyes, and then an even more hungry expression as she urged him "In my ass, dear one. Fuck my tight little hole. Yes, like that, ohhhhhhhh, yes."
He seemed to enter her bowel effortlessly, as though this was a practiced way of fucking. His expression was rapt and happy, making him seem a little less wasted. Sylvia was preening and crooning ecstatically, as though wantonly luxuriating in his buggering. Her tits wobbled with undulating movements under her chest
Chandra was amazed at the speed with which Blanton was penetrating Sylvia's bowels, and the look of lazy satisfaction on the dark haired vixen's face. "Yessss, darling, you can do it, shoot into my guts, fill me with jism." He was gaping and sweating, looking tortured and intense, and suddenly started wild humps of savage power. "Ungh, ungh, ungh." Sylvia was almost screaming "Oh yes, you're there aren't you darling, fill me, have my tight ass. Ahhhhh."
Then she saw him shut his eyes and freeze. "Ahhhhhh. Yeahhhhhh." Sylvia caught Chandra's stare, and smiled lasciviously. "He was much better tonight, dear. Much quicker, and he's shooting well. Ummmm." Blanton's eyes were glassy, and he pumped weakly one more time, then collapsed to the bed. His cock was still hard, and white goo was leaking out. "Taste him, Chandra, feed on his essence. Go ahead, darling, share my feast."
The Indian woman crawled over and sucked the firm meat into her throat, tasting the liquid still oozing out. As she did, she felt fingers enter her cunt, and the soft voice urging her "Taste it, dear. Get it on your tongue, pleasure yourself." And indeed, the fluid of this desperate man invigorated Chandra, and she sucked even harder. But the prick softened weakly, even as the last drops leaked into her mouth.
She rolled over, gazing lustily at Sylvia. "Can I suck his gunk from your ass, Syl? It did taste good." The greedily smiling woman leaned down to kiss her wetly, her tongue searching. Then she twisted around, pulling her creamy buttocks apart, and sunk to Chandra's face. Her tongue licked hungrily at the tender flesh between, finally penetrating the tight, puckered rim, tasting the gunk inside. Then her lips surrounded the small hole and sucked, drawing a wet mouthful in a frenzied draught. "Mmmmm." she moaned.
She sucked the cavity for minutes, her tongue occasionally licking around it, until no more nectar was coming out.Then, wrapped in the pale, voluptuous body of her new lover, she crooned softly "Sylvia, Sylvia, what is happening to me? Oh, I love you so." She heard a throaty laugh. "Of course you do, my dear one. And I love you."
As the days passed, she realized it was their lovemaking draining him that was causing his decline. But somehow it seemed just and comfortable to her, for in return she gave him her body completely, and his orgasms were powerful and, she knew, better than any in his life before. She also sensed that his decline brought nearer another tryst with Arkan. That anticipation dominated her thoughts.
She felt a warm affection for him that belied his callous treatment of her in the past. She wanted him to enjoy their sex, to let him have her completely and totally, as repayment for his sacrifice of himself. He wanted her almost constantly. She was happy to welcome him to her each time. She preened and luxuriated in the wonderful cums, the blooming energy, the flushing sense of triumph and mastery. She began to feel her dominance and pleasure were a natural right. She wasn't surprised at all the day he told her he had written a new will making her the sole beneficiary of his substantial estate.
As he grew weaker, she felt vague frustration that she wasn't getting enough sexual satisfaction, and without planning it, realized that last day in the jungle that Chandra could provide a new intensity, and how appropriate it would be. She felt again her power to mesmerize as she brought the beautiful, exotic woman into her control. Last evening had confirmed how lovely this lesbian variation could become.
Tonight, as she hand fed him a light broth, trying to get his energy up, she knew was a climactic event. A sense of warm affection for his gift to her of his life made her shiver with anticipation as the candles in their bedroom flickered sensuously. All she wore was a pair of black thong panties, so that he could watch her erotic body as she moved around the room. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she leaned over to ease the liquid into his slack mouth. But his hollowed eyes followed her everywhere.
He finished the soup, and she let him sip wine. Finally, she saw stirring of his cock. "Aaaah" she breathed. She began to suck lightly around the head of his slowly growing tool. She heard him gasping shallowly. But his desire was so powerful he kept hardening as she lovingly mouthed his turgid member. Her lips worked softly, gently, urging him on. Her sense of want for the last dregs of him began boiling in her stomach.
When his cock was fully stiffened, she pulled the panties off and pressed her pussy gently to his mouth, not because she needed stimulation, but to let her musky scent further drive his passion. His tongue licked rather lamely into her, but her hand on his rod felt a little jump. "Aaaaaaah, yes, at last." she whispered, as her knees straddled his hips.
Her wet cunt enveloped his tool as she very slowly settled atop his groin. Just as she heard his matching groan of pleasure, a puff of wind touched her hot flesh, and Arkan was there. He was standing beside her at the edge of the mattress, as magnificent as she remembered, and his huge prick was sloping out of his body, near her face. "Arkan, beloved."
He was smiling his evil grin. "Your first gift to me, Sylvia. Very good. First, excite me." She sucked in his huge member, her hips still fucking easily on Blanton's hips, heedless of his astonishment at this sudden new man. She ministered fervently to Arakan's tool, savoring its familiar, salty magnificence. "Syl, Syl, who is this?"
She reached out and put a finger to his lips, plunging avidly at the meat filling her mouth. Her eyes looked up to her master with heated desire. All she could think of was pleasing him. And he looked happy, she thought. His cock was growing to full hardness, and she concentrated on the head now peeking out of its foreskin. She could taste his essence.
He pulled away suddenly. She lost sight of him, but felt the bed behind her moving, and then his hands covering her tits. She arched up to their firm grip, heart soaring, cunt beginning to heat. And then she felt pressure at her asshole, as his chest pushed on her back so she leaned forward. As she pressed to Blanton, her boobs pillowing between them, his cock entered her tight rectal tunnel easily, penetrating slowly all the way into her intestine, making her jerk and squeal with the exploding stimulation of both her holes filled so wantonly.
The thickness of Arkan's huge member put extra pressure on Blanton's still stiff dong, and he groaned with vapid excitement. His voice was hoarse and weak, but she felt him trying to meet her pistoning hips. Stinging mixed with the dual fucking, and Sylvia felt surging stimulation begin taking over her whole being. Plus something like a thick glue began to leave Blanton, travel through her groin, and course down Arkan's rampaging prick, thrilling her wildly as it passed through.
Arkan was groaning with hoarse grunts as he fucked into her bottom. Each of his breaths was deep and frantic. "Sylvia, ah Sylvia, this is wonderful, aaaaaaah." She could feel the approach of the powerful orgasmic cliff he had shown her originally, and she twisted and wiggled to the growing explosive euphoria she knew was near. "Arkan, oh Arkan, yesssssssss."
Blanton's head slumped, and he expelled a final breath as her release burst into her delectable groin. The glue surged, goading her higher, then stopped as she felt the hot stream of Arkan's spunk in her behind, and cream spitting from Jim's dead member. She roared on and on, head shaking as Arkan's hands scraped at her ribs, pulling her into him. She was moaning with the throbbing completion exploding in millions of tiny bits throughout her body. The cock in her pussy was soft, but the one in her rear was still spitting its hot jism.
She stayed pressed to Arkan's chest for long minutes, relaxing slowly in his embrace. They both collapsed to the bed, hugged together, heedless of the pale corpse beside them. Arkan was smiling in a comatose, lazy way, rubbing her body as he seemed to savor their act. "His was an arrogant, grotesque soul, my darling. They are the best kind." She cuddled happily to him.
He lingered with her, looking around the room, staring out the window. He tasted the wine. She watched his every move with adoring eyes. Finally, he returned to the foot of the bed, and stared at her, and she began writhing to his heated gaze. "Fuck me again, Arkan. Take me, master." He stood watching as she tried to lure him, her hand rubbing her puffy cunt, the other kneading her full titties.
"My body has bloomed, lover. Men....and women... stare at me. And I feel I can entrance anyone. And I do, oooh the pleasure Jim gave me, and Chandra. I flaunt myself, and enjoy their leering want. I have become a harlot, a whore. It is marvelous. But always I want you, my demon, I want you to enjoy me."
He was ogling her, grinning a cruel, sensual leer. "That is the power, and the pleasure, I have given you Sylvia. To lead your lovers to beg for your seduction and their destruction. You have taken well to it, not all my conquests do." He sunk his head into her wet cunt, and began to feast on the fluids still there. She groaned with satisfaction. "You have pleased me, Sylvia."
She began to soar, feeling his tongue and lips so firmly rampaging in her furry slit. He kept on and on, until she found herself once again at that wonderful plateau of near climax. Then, with a growl that was nearly a roar he threw himself on her, his huge cock sinking into her roaring, slavering cunt, and began stroking with fierce intensity. She was so close she felt herself teetering on the edge of another fantastic cum, one no human could give.
His spastic thrusts were like rape and she screamed as she fell over the brink, humping madly up to his rampant fucking. She felt torrents of his essence heatedly filling her, and spilling out onto her asshole, and puddling on the bed. As she peaked, he pulled out of her spasming pussy and sprayed over her body, and she squealed with pleasure as her hands massaged the thick liquid into the skin of her tits, her stomach, and her twat. Her pubic hair was sprinkled with white. She felt giddy happiness at his attention.
Then there was the breeze again, and he was gone. Strangely, she felt no regret, knowing now he would come back with each new conquest, and she could again and again receive his love. She tasted the honey of his spunk from her tits, and licked it from her hands. Lassitude filled her.
When the ambulance came the next morning, a police officer came too. "Ma am, there will be an autopsy. Will you be in town until Sunday?" She smiled politely. "Oh yes officer. I leave next Tuesday."
"Fine then, Ma am. I will call you." As they left, she waited for the footsteps to recede down the hall, and called Chandra. Fifteen minutes later, the dark skinned woman burst in and threw herself into Sylvia's arms, clutching frantically, begging "Syl, Syl, take me, take me. I need you."
Still dressed in the severe black dress that she had worn when they took Jim away, Sylvia kissed the writhing woman gently. She cupped a full breast, running her tongue between Chandra's lips, and pulled away laughing when the moaning Indian woman tried to tighten their embrace for more passionate contact. "Undress me, darling. We must take our time."
They stood together, removing clothing one garment at a time in a slow, sensuous revealing of themselves. As their glorious nudity was gradually uncovered, making each shudder with mounting desire, they talked idly, but with sighs of pleasure. "Oh Sylvia, what will happen to me, what have you begun?" Chandra's large, fleshy tits were pressed to her lover's firmer globes, both sets of nipples flaring with sensation. "You will give yourself to me, my love. Completely. You have seen how wonderful it is."
"Ahhh, yes Syl, I know, I adore it. All I want is for you to consume me."
As Chandra knelt to begin pulling the skimpy black panties over Sylvia's full hips, revealing the triangular thicket of coarse black hair, her hips arched out, offering her now wet snatch to the hungry mouth blowing hot breath on the puffy flesh. "I will take you with me to America, darling. I want to draw out your seduction, even let you help me with others as you did with Jim." She groaned as the tongue flicked at her stiff, exposed clitty. "You willl know pleasure like no other."
Chandra was becoming frantic, her mouth pressed to the twisting, engorged flesh at her mouth. The full labia tasted tart, oozing into the feasting lips, as she groaned with euphoric want. "Yes, yes, yes." Suddenly, Sylvia's hands wrapped in the stiff, thick black hair and pulled her to her feet. She locked their lips together in a wild kiss, tongue darting deep in the mouth wet with cunt juice. Then she pulled her face away, staring greedily at the desire in the beautiful dark face. "But you must learn to draw out our enjoyment."
Sylvia drew away and began circling, hands caressing nerve filled parts of the gasping conquest. Her hand dipped under the cloth of the panties covering the cheeks of Chandra's rear, and into the crack between, searching for the tight rim of her rectum. As she entered the tight hole slowly, her other hand began lowering the silky garment, until it was at the knees. Keeping her hands around the gently writhing bottom, she used one foot to push the tiny thong completely off. Then a finger reached around and tickled the little button at the head of the slit as her finger went deeper into the spasming bowel.
Her lips began sucking at the tender flesh of the Indian woman's neck, making the groaning harlot arch backwards. Their bodies pressed together now, skin to skin, sending vibrations of excitement through each. Their caresses had a slower, more languid rhythm, not the frantic urgency Chandra had experienced the first night. Sylvia was crooning softly in her ear, as her lips moved on her neck, her cheek, and her shoulders, licking and tasting. The heat of the afternoon was making them both a little sweaty, but the wetness made the contact of their bodies sensuous and thrilling.
Sylvia was twisting against her but rotating around to face her, hands still working firmly in the dark bottom of the Indian woman, whose hips were moving with desire. Their hairy mounds pressed together, and the rasping contact drew groans from each. Chandra's hand dipped down into the space between their writhing cunts, feeling the contact, tickling at the stiff clittys. Her intensity was rising again, the lovely sensations surging in her stomach, and cream was flowing in both soft snatches.
Sylvia pulled away, eyes lidded, smiling lasciviously, and took the hand moist with their juice. They walked slowly into the bedroom, and the dark haired seductress reclined and displayed herself on the black satin sheet, legs spread, her pale skin a sharp contrast of loveliness. The black mound winked with her movements, glimpses of pink flesh between the puffy, engorged folds, the boobies with erect nipples rippling. "Come to me, darling. Yes, yes, now we can find release." Chandra groaned as she threw herself over the ripe body.
They positioned themselves with cunts at each other's mouths, both staring with anticipation at the damp slits, each open and glistening. The smell of their musky essence overpowered their senses, and as each sighed in surrender to their bodies' need, their mouths began ministering with slavering abandon at the flesh of their tender slits.
Sylvia felt the hungry mouth surround her mound, a stiff tongue pushing into her hole, and a lip on her nerve filled clit. The yawning oval flesh pressing on her own mouth tasted tart and wet, as it undulated urgently. Chandra would be an interesting toy, she thought happily, as her tongue flicked at the burning hard button seeking her love. She ran her hands over the dark flesh of the thighs, sending little signals of rhythmic timing. Would Arkan take her if she were there as he appeared to claim another soul? Would he be pleased at the erotic possibilities? The idea thrilled her. She found her licking intensifying, as a flood of sensation began overwhelming her groin.
She started humping her hips, and felt answering twists of the furry mound in her face. They both were writhing and lost in the needy embrace of their glorious, aroused flesh. They surged together, the thrills stinging from foaming cunts upwards to their bodies, release approaching. Sylvia lovingly caressed the writhing Indian woman, loving the texture of her skin, moist with the heat of their sensuality and the warm room. Chandra's frantic sucking at her foaming pussy made little sounds of passion, and Sylvia began to soar with the euphoria she knew could last and last.
Her tongue flicked gently at the clitty between her lips, each lashing touch causing jerks of the wanton hips into her face, and she tasted the flow of juice as contractions in the vaginal hole of her lover became spasms of delight. Chandra was twisting and undulating feverishly, while Sylvia moved slowly and easily, languishing in the soaring orgasm flushing her whole body. The Indian woman was exploding with desperate gasps, almost waiting for the final act of sacrifice of a bit more of her essence, but Sylvia took only a small draught, curious about the possibilities she had imagined.
She bathed in the pleasure, the keening euphoria, the wonderful completion of it, even as Chandra began to relax on top of her. Her tongue explored the sopping bottom of her conquest. She would have to find a new sacrifice quickly in America, she thought.
"Blanton was a client for several years, Ed. He had always been careful and orderly in arranging his affairs, yet here he's executed a handwritten document that leaves everything to a colleague of his, a Sylvia Platt. Very unlike him. We feel a careful investigation is in order, and your experience plus your, uh, reputation with the ladies are perfect. His sister was quite upset when she called. But this woman seems very sure of herself. She faxed us to have a driver meet her at the airport, and demanded the keys to Blanton's apartment. I took the liberty of making an appointment for you at five this evening."
So Edward was very curious as he knocked on the Park Avenue apartment door. He had read the file, and could see why there was concern. The guy had never done anything rash in his whole life, unless you counted a couple of students they had bought off harassment suits. This woman was going to be wealthy all of a sudden, and the driver had said she was a knockout. He had the firm's request for the original will, and figured he couldn't lose. If she was legit, maybe she could provide some fun. He loved rich bitches.
The woman who answered the door was an Indian, tall and statuesque with big tits. She was wearing a tight fitting white lounging suit, and seemed very langorous, almost sleepy. When he told her his name, she said "Oh yes, Edward. Sylvia is expecting you. She's in the living room, to your right. Would you like a drink?" He asked for a scotch and soda, and walked into the very large, high ceilinged room furnished in Victorian style, with dark colors. Candles flickered in the softly lit, carpeted area which featured a large, ornate couch in its center.
The brunette who stood waiting for him took his breath away. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, framing a face heavily made up to emphasize large eyes, in an exotic, beautiful face. She wore a long, dark gray gown that began above her breasts, and hugged a spectacular, voluptuous body. Tall heels made her look like a goddess, he thought vaguely as she extended her hand. "Mr. Sutton? How nice to meet you. Please, come in and sit down."
There was a very soft, vaguely Indian song suffusing the room, adding to the sense of sensuality Sylvia Platt radiated. As he sat down beside her, opening his briefcase, he caught a hint of exotic perfume, and felt an aura around her that tingled his groin. Instantly, he realized what Blanton had experienced, and it explained his sudden change of beneficiary.
"Miss Platt....." he started, but she put a hand on his arm and whispered "Please, call me Sylvia. And I will call you Edward." He struggled to keep control of the situation, her presence making his mind spin. "Well, Sylvia, we are under a little time pressure here. The delay in getting Mr. Blanton's body back means I have to see the Judge tomorrow, and we have anticipated his questions, and what he will need for Probate to proceed. These papers will have to be executed, and you have every right to have your own counsel review them. As long as I can have them by two tomorrow, things will be fine."
As he looked up from shuffling the papers, getting them arranged on the coffee table, he found her eyes staring into his with a small smile on her face. She seemed to be staring into his depths, and a thrill went through him. "Are they in order, Edward? I have nothing to fear, do I?" He felt his heart skip,and mumbled "Well, of course not, but some care is necessary. The recent change in beneficiary means I have to answer more detailed questions than might normally be the case, uh, but I'm sure you can help me with that."
Just then, the Indian woman brought his drink and a glass of wine, and left quickly after a
strange smile at him, and Sylvia's murmured "Thank you, Chandra." He watched her hips swivel as she walked out, and when he turned back, realized Sylvia's face was close to his. He could feel her breath, and his gaze jumped down to catch a glimpse of glorious large tits pushing the gray jersey material as she leaned forward. Her smile was wider.
"Edward, I trust you. I have no need for anyone else to help me. Stay for dinner, I will answer your questions, and we can get to know each other." Her mouth was slightly open, and she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. He stared at her for a long moment, feeling as though he was being seduced by this exotic creature. A flush slowly spread over his whole body.
He clumsily grabbed the notes he had made, and reviewed them, struggling for control. Her nearness was exciting him in a strange, unusual way. For the next hour, he went over how long she had known Blanton, their sudden intimacy on the recent field trip, and his decision to make her his heir when he realized he was dying. "It was quite surprising, Edward. The Indian authorities were baffled, but Jim knew he hadn't much time."
The story worked, and as he finished his second drink, he felt sure he could sell the Judge. But only half his mind analytically put together the crucial issues; he found himself staring at her, wondering what she would be like in bed, what charms the dress hid, how he could draw out this evening. She executed the documents without even a cursory examination.
"Well, I think that should cover everything, Sylvia. And once the Judge signs off, the rest will just be paperwork. Of course, the complete transfer will take some time, but we can advance funds, I'm sure." Sylvia rose from beside him, and walked over to the heavy curtains on the far wall. He watched her full hips twist under the tight dress, feeling heat from her sexy slow movements. As she drew the heavy damask aside, letting in the fading light of sunset, she turned and let the background illuminate her as she posed with a knee pointed in, emphasizing her hourglass figure. He thought she looked like an angel.
"So that means you will be finished with your role by tomorrow evening? The rest will be routine?" She was standing with her arms behind her back, and her eyes were half closed, with a look of anticipation in her sultry smile. He saw her lick her lips again. "Yes, after that the paralegals can handle everything."
Her gaze fixed him again. "Edward darling, you've been admiring me, haven't you. I noticed. You're very handsome." Her arms came from behind her back, and extended toward him. "I'm a very sensual person, darling. And I don't believe in false modesty." Her head tilted back, arching her glorious body at him. "Come to me, Edward."
He almost ran to her, wrapping his arms around the slim waist and pressing his lips to hers with a growl of passion. Her answering moan was almost animal, with a note of triumph. He felt her mouth opening and her tongue enter his mouth, as the mound of her cunt pressed into his thighs, undulating slightly. Her hands were wrapped in his hair, pulling his face into her. They surged together, wriggling with need. He had never felt such desire before.
After a long kiss, she put her lips beside his ear, and began whispering. "Yes darling, yes. You will have me tonight, any way you want. I will provide you wonderful pleasure. And you will give me what I need." Her lips searched again for his, and they kissed wildly, even more passionately. His cock was rigid, caught between their heaving stomachs. She worked her pussy around it, squeezing and sighing as they both felt their contact.
She broke away from him and moved to the corner, pulling aside a small curtain that revealed a mirror. Then she posed in front of it, murmuring over her shoulder, "Undress me, Edward. Uncover the charms you crave so." Her arms were raised over her head, and as he approached her, he could see her eyes were closed. As he pulled the zipper in back all the way down, she was whispering "No underwear darling. Just think of it, I've been nude under this dress all this time. My titties waiting, my pussy creaming. Waiting for your meat, your cock. Ohhhh, hurry." He slid the dress down to her feet, gasping at the vision of beauty in the mirror.
The rest of the evening was a long, exploding haze in his mind. As he prepared for his meeting with the Judge next morning, he remembered coming several times, her voluptuous body wrapped around him all night, her feeding him from the tray held by the nude Chandra, his feeling of descending into a pit of orgasm. That strange feeling of life force sucking out of him with each of his violent explosions. Her smile of lust and love as she watched him during the long, erotic hours."Here is the address for tomorrow night, darling. Chandra and I will prepare it for us."
"Edward, nice to see you. The papers are in order, but let's discuss this woman a while. You feeling allright? You look a little wan." As he smoothly convinced the old friend of his family that really there had been a relationship long before the new will had been drawn, he wondered what Sylvia would do tonight. "It will be an adventure for us all, my love."
She met him herself at the door of the large suite in a small hotel in New Jersey. A long black negligee served to enhance rather than hide her nudity, the glorious body seeming to glow with vitality. She was flushed, as though just having climaxed, and her smell was a mixture of her perfume and the faint odor of her cunt. As they embraced, he felt her hips press to his, and was immediately hard. She began undressing him standing there in the alcove.
"Tonight you will give yourself to me, darling. Does that please you?" He gasped as he tore off his clothes, with her helping him, "Sylvia, god, anything, anything." She handed him a pair of black pajama bottoms, but his cock stuck out the crotch, and she knelt in front of him, taking his rigid meat into her mouth. He felt her tongue licking at the head. She was groaning with delight. Amazingly, he felt his desire rising rapidly, and almost without warning, began shooting jism into her mouth. He could hear her gulping as he filled her, the thrills unbearably sweet. The familiar sense of his body's vitality also passing into her increased his ecstacy.
Finally, he finished, even though his prick hardly softened. He looked down to see her eyes staring up at him, with a broad smile, and her mouth open to show him the spunk still in her mouth, on her lips. A little dripped out of the corner of her red smile, and he felt his knees weaken with the sensuality of her pleasure. She rose and led him into the large living room.
Flickering candlelight. Only a large black satin mattress in the middle of the room, with soft, exotic music. Chandra lolling on it, seeming to be lost in a writhing euphoria. "Fuck her, Edward. I already have. You can suck my pussy while you do, and that will be nearly enough. Then you will have me once more." The Indian woman looked up, and smiled. "Sylvia, Sylvia."
In a fog, he felt himself on his back on the black altar. Chandra rolled to him, the dark skin shining with some sort of oil, and he felt her jack on his member, then roll on top of him, inserting him smoothly into her dark slit. As she straddled him, Sylvia lowered herself onto his mouth, her spread legs opening her hole to his adoring gaze, and he pushed out his tongue toward the fragrant well of pleasure. He heard her sigh as she pressed to his slavering lips and tongue, and felt Chandra's hips began fucking on his stiff dong.
They soared in a sexual triangle, all twisting and undulating in passion. Sylvia and Chandra were mauling each other's breasts, pinching the stiff nipples, kneading the firm flesh. "His cock is so nice, Sylvia" the exotic woman groaned between kisses. Her shivering approach to orgasm was making her weak, even as groans from the man below them both signalled nearing release. Sylvia arched and exulted at the wonder of this erotic tableau, her own completion poised on the brink of finishing, as she waited for her conquests' pleasure.
Chandra groaned into her mouth "Cummmmmmmmmmm." Spasmodic jumps from Edward signalled his own climax, and Sylvia let herself slide over the edge. Groans filled the room as the three exploded. Sylvia seemed to fill with their licentious pleasure, and in her heat, sucked their essences brutally. She had never quite felt such furious desire to empty them before, but it was satisfying in a fantastic way, adding to her pleasure in the rolling flush of her cum.
And then Arkan was there. The three were sprawled on the mattress, both women with wide splayed legs, goo oozing from Chandra, Edward groaning. Sylvia rose and embraced him. "What shall we do, darling? I didn't mean to bring Chandra so quickly, I thought you might like to fuck her before she died. Edward is ready." He was staring at her with his cruel smile, and she felt his cock between her legs. She kissed his thick mouth, and felt the tongue fill her sensually, and groaned rhapsodically.
He wrapped his hand in her hair, and pulled her head back so that she arched, and leered back at him as the pain mixed with her clit's contact with his hardening dong. "We will take them both, my dear Sylvia. You are learning so fast, it will be a wonderful orgy of pleasure for us. In time, you can have several prepared for me at once, and you will see it's intensity, and I will reward you." Although Edward was comatose, gasping with his flushed after cum, Chandra asked "Who is this Sylvia. God he's handsome. Look at that cock."
Arkan positioned Sylvia over Edward's throbbing rod backwards, and sunk it deep in her ass. The dark haired vixen groaned with pleasure. He pulled Chandra to her feet, positioning her cunt at Sylvia's mouth, then knelt between the chocolate legs and entered his slave's pussy. Now as both cocks heaved into her, and the sopping wet gash pressed to Sylvia's mouth, a maelstrom of feeling overwhelmed them all, as Arkan rimmed the spasming asshole of the Indian woman.
Chandra's legs were giving out, but Arkan supported her, as she weakly gasped "Oh my god, yessss, this is it, oh yes take meeeeeeee." Sylvia tasted a flood of juice in her mouth, as the last of this woman's life ebbed into her undulating body, even as Edward began wildly humping himself into her intestine. She saw Arkan's hands on the wobbly tits of the dying woman, and felt jism leaking into her butt. Essence flowed into her and she crooned "Arkan, beloved, what wondrous joy, ahhhhhhhhhh." Then she felt the thick souls sifting through her body, concentrating on the huge cock reaming her foaming pussy, and convulsions of climax seized her as jism gushed up her hairy twat.
The soaring orgasm was incredibly powerful, filling her body, seeming to strengthen as Chandra hung down, and Edward softened, giving up their souls to Arkan. Sylvia crooned with happiness, murmuring with muffled fervor "Arkan, Arkan, ohhhh what bliss." Finally the dead Indian girl fell, and she and the leering god embraced intensely, his cock still hard and thrusting, shooting gob after gob of his spunk up to her ovaries, trapping it there with his thick meat as it pistoned. Each stroke hit Sylvia's clit, and the experience lasted for long minutes. His hands mauled her tits, pinching painfully, but adding to her wanton completion.
As they eventually collapsed to the mattress, clutching each other, she knew she was now completely wedded to his service, without heed for human consideration. The orgasm amplified by the ultimate sacrifice of her conquests and his taking of their souls hummed in her body with a lasting glow so wondrous her heart soared. As she pressed to him, Arkan said "You are learning so fast, my darling. With two souls, I can stay till dawn. I will use your body, and you will have mine. It is rare that my servants learn as quickly as you have."
In the next seven hours, he brought her to orgasm five times, each better and longer lasting than the last. She was able to match his energy, amazingly strong in her passion. Her body was covered by his spunk, coated and sticky, yet he refused to let her bathe. He rubbed her cunt juice all over his body, and ate her spurts of cream with lecherous enjoyment. Sylvia could not know how much their evil orgy differed from normal sexuality, but would not have cared. Their sticky, stained bodies smelled of the juices of their own spurting and the two dead sacrifices, and seemed a perfect perfume for their wild, vicious, and fantastically powerful orgasms.
She was clutching him as they stood watching the dawn, their bodies soiled and evil feeling. Her hand tenderly caressed his firm cock, as he slid a finger idly in and out of her asshole. "You must have always wanted this, my concubine. This sexual fulfillment. Fate has brought us together, a perfect match, better than I could have imagined when I first had you. You are wonderfully perverse in your heart." She sighed, knowing his departure was near. She knelt and throated his prick, begging for one more load. Looking up, she saw his leering smile, and felt him almost magically harden, and begin spurting into her mouth, down her throat. After a couple of shots filled her mouth, she aimed his spray at her face, letting it again cover her face, and tits.
He raised her and kissed her gunky flesh, then licked at his essence. She groaned with pleasure. "I will have even more for you next time, beloved. I will find even more disturbed, twisted souls." And then he was gone.
Most of the heat came from the lawyer a week before. His family had political clout, and wanted action, particularly because of the big gift the guy had made to the Platt woman the day he died. It had been in New Jersey, but he was a New York resident. Jurisdiction was tricky too. The detective Sergeant sighed with frustration. The foreigner didn't seem to have any family they could find here, though nothing had come back from the Indian government.
"Well, stay on it, buddy. I need some movement on this. Interview her again." John felt his stomach jump. He could see her during working hours as well as at night. His prick lurched. As he drove into Manhattan, his mind filled with her beauty, her erotic fervor, the fantastic cums.
She wore a white negligee loosely over her abundant voluptuousness. Her body seemed to be getting more stunning with each conquest, as their sacrifices filled her with energy and vitality. Her breasts were larger, but almost impossibly firm. Her waist had narrowed, and her genitals swollen. She knew her legs had lengthened. She had enjoyed a shopping spree yesterday, needing a new wardrobe for her sensuous new body, using a little of the money Edward had brought.
"John dear. What a surprise. Come in." She led him into the living room, where her five new conquests reclined in langorous positions around the room. It wasn't even noon, and she had already climaxed with three of them, the swarthy gangster in his silk robe, the nude dancer with large tits, and the small time boxer with his broken nose. The swinging married couple with delightful variations on sex were entangled with each other on the couch, but looked up expectantly as she walked in. They were all nearly emptied.
The woman breathed "Sylvia, please, take us now. We've been rehearsing." Sylvia smiled, and cooed "Soon, darlings. Soon." She grinned at John. Her body felt so wonderful, the flush of her orgasms still tingling, her anticipation of the evening high. They would all motor down to Atlantic City in the stretch limousine, to the Presidential Suite the gangster had reserved in the Casino, and she would be with Arkan. She thought he might be able to stay a whole day,with this much sustenance.
"Jesus Sylvia." She had added two people since the day before yesterday, and he could see they had enjoyed her unique attention. She giggled at his consternation, knowing he kept wondering how he could deter the inevitable investigation. She floated into his arms, letting him engulf her. Their kiss was passionate, and she felt his mammoth cock rising into her belly. "Mmmmm, darling, is that your gun?" she whispered, then signaled to the writhing couple watching greedily.
Even as he ripped off his clothes, she had the husband on his back on the bed, his wife undulating on his face, and his rigid cock buried in her pussy as she straddled his hips. She gazed fondly at Lefty's gaping, ruddy face, and murmured "In my ass, darling." She bent forward to kiss the slender redhead as he crawled up behind her. He leaned over and licked up and down her butt crack, tasting residue of her cream and other's spunk, wondering in the back of his mind at her sensuality, and the matching willingness he felt to indulge her.
As he forced his huge meat into her bowel, he heard her groan with pleasure. His hands reached around to her tits, so firm and spongy in spite of their size. The woman's hands were there too, and they both fondled the luscious globes as the four of them fucked urgently. Over her shoulder, he could see the wide eyed desire in the pretty woman, as moans of rising sensation filled the bedroom. Her hips were writhing at her husband's face, even as he found himself humping wildly into the brunette's tight but pulsating ass.
He heard the two finish rhapsodically, as Sylvia seemed to go into a euphoric trance, mumbling "Yes, yes, yes my darlings." He could feel the mysterious flow of energy into his lover's body from the two as they slumped dazedly. His fucking of the intestine wrapped around his dong sped to a frenzy, and he felt himself shooting gob after gob deep in her bowel. She reached back for his head, holding it as he came convulsively, and he too felt the draining that came with each orgasm they shared. It made the sensation more thrilling than any he had ever experienced.
She cuddled to him as the couple sprawled on the bed in what seemed to be comatose langour, much like the other three in the living room. They seemed pale and weak. She nestled to him, whispering softly "Oh darling, that was so nice, I love your huge cock, it fills me so nicely. They will all die tonight. You must protect me. Then I will leave, and you must come with me." He stared at her, and as she smiled, he knew he would do as she asked. Anything.
The large suite was garish and well appointed, reds and blacks in what was meant to be a sexy color scheme. There was a mirror over the round bed, and plenty of liquor in the bar beside the living room. The bellboy never saw her, as she came up the second elevator as the gangster sent him away, shaking his head at the lack of luggage by the diverse group. As she swept into the large room, the eager faces that greeted her were already starting to leer with need. "Prepare yourselves, lovers." She dimmed the lights, and posed for them in the center of the room.
Sylvia shed her clothes slowly, with an exotic flair that signalled her enjoyment of her nudity. The enthralled group sighed with each moment, as her opulent body was revealed in sexy splendor. When her breasts leapt out of the constraints of the dark jersey sweater she had worn, a low groan echoed in the watchers. When she was finally nude but for black fishnet stockings, her plump, dark thatched pussy seeming to pulse in the low light, little cries of desire sought her attention. "Sylvia, darling, take me first."
"What a body."
"Lover, lover, oh please."
She raised her arms and arched her tingling flesh to their avid gaze. The trip had meant several hours without orgasm, which was a long time when she was in the throes of climactic orgies the preparation of these tortured souls involved. But knowing that now she would have hours of pleasure filled her with keening want. The gangster was first, as she settled on his cock after touring the room to give a little caress to each sacrifice. When he exploded into her, her evil grin thrilled the onlookers. The married couple began sixty nining slavishly, the boxer plunged his prick between the dancer's boobs, and the gangster groaned as she sucked his energy into her ravening pussy.
As she rose and vamped to the wiry fighter and the buxom blonde, a tiny thread of jism dribbled down one thigh. She loved such tiny sensations, prelude to the torrents of spunk she would eventually feel. As she pulled the pale dancer's body on top of her on the soft carpet, covering her trimmed pubus with her mouth, the tense man buried himself in her cunt, and she inserted two fingers in the rectum near her mouth. Her orgasm never really stopped, just edged to softness until the two new bodies enveloped her, then climbed back to tingling stimulation with their adoration.
She consumed them wildly, luxuriating in their willing, orgiastic energy as it pulsed through her cunt and mouth to nurture her sensuality. He shot convulsively within short minutes, but the dancer writhed in luxuriant completion, creaming heavily as her natural love of fucking kept her high. She had provided amazingly long orgasms, her big clitty vibrating as it was now between Sylvia's hungry lips. Strippers would be good future subjects, she thought vaguely.
When she finally finished with the two athletes exhausted bodies, and approached the married couple, she felt the wind, and Arkan was there. The two looked up from their oral sucking, as she embraced her master ecstatically. "Five, darling. Wonderful warped souls, waiting for us." His handsome yet cruel face loomed over her, and crushed her to him. Wordlessly, he approached the slim woman and without warning plunged into her ass, drawing a low screech of pain and pleasure. The man ogled Sylvia, but she positioned his member at his wife's slit, and urged him in. Then she put her hips between the two faces, pulling her butt cheeks apart, and the two mouths smeared already with sexual juice began sucking and tonguing her holes.
The woman was gasping with perverted lust. "Oh Sylvia, what a cock, who is he, yes, yes." As she returned to trying to insert her tongue far up the tight ass undulating at her, the man began to collapse, but she held his head to her crotch, and began extracting the last of his vitality with a cruel ecstacy. Cream was flowing out onto his face as the dark haired vixen soared. The woman was grunting and squealing as two cocks filled her, and both began to squirt warm liquid into her yearning cavities. Her paroxysms of joy fired essence up through Sylvia's spasming bowel, as his flow surged through her cunt.
And the now familiar feeling of souls being consumed by Arkan goaded her to another ringing completion, supplemented by the last dregs of their life force. Even though she was not a conduit, she could sense the thick movement, and felt Arkan glowing as he blushed with the consuming euphoria. The act seemed to envelop them in a haze, and they tossed aside the two lifeless bodies.
Sylvia pushed the gangster cruelly to the carpet, inserted his rigid member into her pussy, and pulled the boxer around to enter her rear hole. The dancer sat on the man's face, and Arkan pushed his huge cock viciously down Sylvia's throat. As the dancer's big, fleshy titties dangled, they both kneaded and pinched the soft globes. It didn't last long, for they had been well prepared, and soon three souls nourished the god and his slave, who luxuriated in the incredible feast.
The three gave up themselves with wondering abandon, and when it was over, amid her raging release, Arkan covered her with his spunk, from her head down her breasts. Sylvia had been in an orgasmic state for two hours now, but seemed to blossom with the incredible effort, rather than tire. Even Arkan seemed stupourous with the frantic effort of consuming five souls so quickly.
He collapsed onto a black couch, his cock soft. Sylvia moved from body to body, emptying each of the jism and cunt cream they had left behind. Then she turned out the lights and opened the curtains, allowing the lights from the neon signs to illuminate their bodies. With a look of satisfaction, she nestled to her master. As their bodies intertwined, she could feel her relationship to him had climbed to almost equality. "Sylvia, you have become my ultimate servant. In all the centuries, none has served me so well. I have never been sated like this."
She reached for his tool, and was pleased to feel it start to harden. She began massaging it, as her hand snuck to her own slit and began stimulating her clit. As her juice began to flow, she would wet her hand, and then rub the dew of her body onto his skin. For half an hour, she coated him, as she jacked at his stiff meat. When he finally shot load after load high in the air, she let it cover her tingling, flushing body, until both were sheathed in fuck scum. "Now" she breathed, "our night's pleasure can begin." She straddled his hips, his amazing tool filling her, and began a slow undulation. As the lurid smells of this orgy surrounded them, she felt his love, and began writhing with her new carnal sensuality.
They remained in the suite for hours, orgasming almost constantly. Toward the end, he bathed with her. They were cruel and violent with each other, and he finally admitted "I have my eternal soulmate now, Sylvia."
The bartender shook his head with wonder. The first night she had come in, she had sat at the bar and when he served her, caught his eye. "Tell me about your customers, dear. That one there, for instance." He had become a sort of shill for her, and she seemed to prefer nice looking but perverted or warped people. When he had asked her to let him take her home one night, she had smiled, taking his hand, and said "You are a nice and considerate man, Jack. I prefer lovers less pleasant."
The police seemed confused, asking about her each time several patrons showed up in Vegas or Palm Desert dead. He never revealed anything but casual acquaintance with her, and they had never even taken her in for questioning. The rock star gazing at her now asked him "Who the fuck is she Jack? Christ, what a sexy bitch. Does she like coke?" His wide eyes and flushed face showed clearly that he obviously did.
"Her name is Sylvia. I bet she'd like you, stud." The man rose and slunk toward her corner, and he could see her eyes drift to his approach. She smiled that sensual welcoming way she always had when he sent over a new conquest. Funny, the others didn't seem to mind.
The slutty little blonde who had been with her for several days rose from her chair as the pale musician got there. She had nice big tits, and he recognized her from several secondary roles in cable movies. She smiled at him as she slid onto a stool. "Sylvia said I could go home with you, Jack. She said to be nice to you." She leaned over and showed him her cleavage. He gave her a vodka tonic, and glanced at the clock. Pretty near closing time. He grinned at the blonde. The ultimate gratuity.
author's note: Nasty, huh? I think of this as a variation on the vampire theme. Let me know if you like it...