in volume until they reached a crescendo as the well-fucked American ingenue rode the full length of Julio's massively thrusting cock into her stretched vaginal passage.
Her passion peaked at that instant. 'Ohhhh… ohh my God… I'm… I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggg!' She bucked furiously against him and ground her pussy as hard as she could around his skewering cock, flailing her head on the bed and spasming throughout her sweat-drenched body. Her sighs of rapture culminated an act she had intended to deny herself until she was married. And while she was in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy, the powerful, muscular body on top of her shuddered violently and filled her pussy with spewing jets of sticky hot cum.
'Vino la familia,' he said later, while they both lay there spent and surfeited with the afterglow of orgasm.
'What?' she asked, a puzzled look on her face. Her eyes were heavy lidded and shimmering.
'Vino la familia,' he repeated, brushing a clinging strand of hair from her cheek. 'It means we came together. That is very good – especially for a beginner.' He smiled at her, and for the first time, there was a look of tenderness in his eyes.
'Your eyes, they're so blue,' she said.
'I got them from my Irish mother. She was born in Boston. Mary O'Brien. Thus, I am Julio Cabrillo-O'Brien. In Mexico we take the mother's maiden name.'
'I never knew that,' she said dreamily, feeling another surge of desire stir her loins.
'There are many things you do not know, chiquita,' he said, flexing his cock inside her once again. She could feel his organ beginning to expand. 'But you must learn them… and very soon. First, I must be certain of some things. And I will need your cooperation…'
'Anything, Julio. Whatever you say,' she answered huskily, squeezing his burgeoning cock with her clasping vaginal muscles. 'Tell me what you want me to do.'
'Yes… yes, I will. Later…' And he fastened his mouth again over her soft, yielding lips.
CHAPTER TWELVE
'Well?' Garcia looked up from his desk in the study, where he was busily writing something on a piece of paper. At Julio's appearance, he hastily took the paper and placed it in a small drawer. Taking a fine gold chain from out of his pocket, he used the single small brass key to lock the drawer. He then returned the key to his pocket and leaned back in his chair, waiting for Julio's 'report'.
'There is nothing to worry about, Don Ernesto. The girl and her boyfriend parted in anger… he became impatient with her virginity.' The two men exchanged knowing smiles. 'As the old woman told you, the girl did make a call to her home city that evening, before she went to dinner. But from the girl herself I learned that the call to her boyfriend was disappointing – he apparently had decided to switch rather than fight… he said he was making love at that moment to the girl's twin sister…'
Garcia smiled broadly. 'So, she has a twin. Caramba! It is a pity the twin did not come to San Francisco also. What an exhibit the two of them would make! But then, you would have to work twice as hard, Julio…'
The bearded young man grinned back. 'I enjoy my work, Don Ernesto. Especially my most recent work.'
'Una pinocha deliciosa?' Garcia queried, raising his eyebrows with interest.
Julio joined his fingertips and brought them to his lips, making a loud smacking sound as he kissed them. 'Dolce. Dolce,' he said, elongating the words.
'Interesante. Muy interesante. Perhaps I shall have to taste that little pinocha with my own lips… In the meantime, there are business matters to attend to. We are going to Acapulco tonight.'
'Tonight?'
'Si, si. Dawson will arrive at ten. He will meet us at the plane. Phone the hangar and instruct them to make sure everything is in order – we take off at ten-thirty.'
'And the girl?'
'She can come along – a brief vacation. You can fill her time, I trust; Dawson and I will be occupied – oh, phone Acapulco and tell them to have the car waiting. And alert Maria that we shall have a chavalita guest overnight. I want everything in order, including champagne and caviar for two – in my bedroom.' Garcia gave his aide a sly smile.
'I thought you would be occupied with Dawson, Don Ernesto.'
'True. But not in the bedroom! Even a business man must have his moments of leisure…'
'In that case, you had better rest before getting into bed with her,' Julio replied. 'And what about Valdez?'
'I have already spoken to him. He is chagrined that Jill will not be at work tonight, but I reminded him that the exhibit will be held in two days. It is not so long to wait. Which reminds me, you must also phone the ranchero and tell them to get the girls ready. You will have to drive up there and pick them up. I want them briefed – the girl is to know nothing. You can stress to them the consequences of indiscretion, Julio…'
The suave entrepreneur of the underworld looked up at his right hand man. Julio understood perfectly well what sort of 'instruction' he was to give the girls. In Don Ernesto's circle, a few well chosen words sufficed to instill fear of reprisal into the addict-prostitutes. In addition, they would all be given ample quantities of dope and alcohol, then transported in the Mercedes. High-density gelatins would be attached to the side and rear windows from the outside, creating zero visibility. The window between the driver's seat and the passenger compartment would have the same kind of obscuring shield. The doors would be locked electrically. There was no chance for escape. Uniformed 'security guards' – several of the most corrupt members of the Mexican police force – would stand watch throughout the grounds, to make certain no one attended or left the party who was not an invited guest.
'I think that's everything. Now, where is the girl?' Garcia asked.
'Sunbathing, at the pool.'
Garcia's eyes lit up. 'Rebueno. I think I'll join her for a little chat.'
'… And so, Jill, I want you to take your paper and paints to Acapulco and do some studies for the exhibit Saturday. I will have on hand a quantity of mats from the gallery. The work will show better that way. Perhaps you will even find time to do a portrait of me in pastels.'
'Oh, Don Ernesto, that's right! I haven't done one of you yet! You're so busy…'
'And you have been busy too, my dear. Haven't you?' he said cryptically.
'Well, yes. I have gotten quite a bit done…' she answered, a little flustered.
'How do you find Julio… as a model?'
'He's quite good, actually,' she answered, ignoring the innuendo.
'I hope you will find me as satisfactory. I should like to be able to include your study of me at the exhibit.'
'Oh, of course. As a matter of fact, I have something else. A self-portrait. I wanted to give it to you as a surprise, to show my appreciation for all you've done for me, Don Ernesto.'
'A self-portrait. How charming! I am really touched, Jill. Is it finished?'
'Yes. Except for a few finishing strokes. I'll do that today. But you can't see it until Saturday. That would spoil the surprise.'
'I shall find it difficult to wait…'
Except for the irritating presence of Dawson, the journey to Acapulco was exciting for Jill. The printer arrived from Los Angeles with a big package wrapped in brown paper. He explained that they were lithographs, and he didn't want to leave them in the trunk of the Mercedes – theft was too easy.
