sitting here, provoking your lust – I would be in greater danger of losing my life than you, you imbecile!”
“Perhaps, my lady.”
“Perhaps, my soft white ass! I sent for-you because I want you to do everything to me that a virile man can do to a passionate woman – for no other reason! You must believe that!”
“Then, you must order me to do whatever you desire.” Ignacio's voice was stubborn. “Because that's the only way I'm willing to cooperate with your passion, my lady.”
She stared at him with blazing eyes, frustrated by his stubbornness. Then she sighed impatiently. “Oh, all right, you mule-ish bastard! I'm going to sample you, one way or the other. Fucking is fucking. I guess it matters not how I have you take me in the long run!”
“Yes, my lady.”
“I order you to stop calling me 'my lady.' I order you to strip. I order you to make love to me! And just to save time and breath, I order you to do anything I demand or suggest!”
“All right,” agreed Ignacio, grinning as he stood and began divesting himself of his boots, shirt and breeches. “Since I've been ordered – I must obey! And I shall – with immense pleasure!”
She eyed his bared, swollen penis that jutted stiffly out from his naked body. “With a weapon that lovely and large – it can only be with immense pleasure for us both!”
He hurled his shirt to the floor and turned to her, his grin wider and more lecherous than before. He tore the flimsy gown from her body in a single jerk that left her as nude as himself.
“Now, what first?” he chuckled.
“Oh, I must have this!” she moaned, doubling over and grasping his upright organ with both hands as she lowered her mouth to its plum-shaped tip. “I must suck your pretty red lollypop!”
“Suck away all you like!”
Her mouth closed expertly over the head of his penis and he shuddered with enjoyment as her tongue darted teasingly around the sensitive tip, a blissful expression coming over his face.
“You – You suck nicely! Th-That's it! Go back and forth over the tip! That's fine! Oh, sweet God in the afternoon heat! That feels so good when you bear down like that on each down-stroke! God, but you know how to nurse a cock, woman!” And all the time he talked, he squirmed as her busy mouth and tongue worked diligently upon his rigid member, igniting the lust in his big balls, sending it hurtling up the column of hardened muscle and into her fiendishly clever mouth – spasm after spasm of juice gushing hotly down her gullet as she swallowed every last drop of it, wiping her lips on the bed-cover when she finally lifted her head.
“Now,” she said huskily. “You put your mouth on me! And don't be surprised if you discover that I'm no ordinary woman with an ordinary pussy!”
They shifted positions. She lay upon her back, legs spread widely and raised into the air. He lay flat on his belly, his head shoved up to her crotch. Her thicket of dark hair touching his face as he prepared to push his mouth forward, engulfing the pursed lips of the velvety crevice in her chubby mound nestled amid the hairy frame.
“Watch!” she whispered.
The velvety lips began twitching and rippling. Then they parted gently – puckering up and making a soft kissing sound.
“Por Dios!” he exclaimed. “By God, I've never seen or heard a cunt do anything like that!”
“I have unique control!” she giggled.
“Do it again!” he demanded. “I wish to see that cunt-mouth kiss again!”
She repeated the performance.
“Magnificent!” he said. “Utterly magnificent!”
“Now eat me!” she urged. “Eat me slowly and greedily and endlessly – until I shriek for you to stop!”
His mouth descended over her mound, parting the rippling lips and closing upon her clitoris as he began sucking and licking at the tender flesh of her cunt, slobbering into the slit, tonguing the large button of a clitoris and inserting his tongue wickedly into her hole – feeling her flinch with enjoyment as it slid in and out rapidly, hearing her sighs and moans as he slavered over the organ wetly and steadily.
“Madness!” she grunted hoarsely, writhing and undulating her body, clutching his busy head in both her hands. “Sheer madness! I shall never be sane again after this lovely, unbearable madness! Faster! Eat me faster – and more greedily!”
His mouth and tongue complied.
“Oh, by the terrible tits of the sea-sirens!” she howled, twisting and straining as she lifted her crotch to grind it into his face, frantically helping him press into her cunt, “I love this bit of foolery! Yes, I -” Her words blurred into a torrent of incoherent sounds as the orgasm gripped her, the violence of its pleasure turning her into a hissing, yowling animal. For long seconds she went through a frenzy of motion and noise until the climax was exhausted – slumping dazedly back upon the bed with glazed eyes and a benumbed expression.
Ignacio raised his head, his mouth glistening with a mixture of her lubricatory juice and his own saliva. “Sounded as though you really enjoyed that performance. I don't think I've ever seen or heard any women become quite that excited.”
“I – I love oral sex.” Her tone was dreamy. “I just – adore being taken in that manner, and when I've rested a bit – I want you to do it to me again while I suck your big, beautiful prick!”
“Yes, my lady,” he replied mockingly.
At this point I became suddenly restless and quite bored with the scene. Realizing this, even a creature of my lowly estate has, I believe, the natural right to seek a more comfortable state of mind; and I immediately set out for Bullpole's quarters since I hadn't seen that gruesome gentleman for quite sometime.
Bullpole was entertaining the wily Greek when I arrived – via a bustling servant bringing them beakers of wine – and judging from the shrewd glitter in the Greek's slanting eyes, his intense enthusiasm indicated another campaign to gull the stolid Bullpole. I leaped from the departing servant to an overhead beam where I listened and watched with more than a little interest.
“Granted,” boomed Bullpole, “that a holiday would be most welcome indeed. I do weary of even these suitable and familiar surroundings from time to time. A visit to your establishment might be just the refreshment needed for my mind and body.”
“Oh, it would, I assure you!” The Greek sipped his goblet of wine, peering over the rim with bright, knowing eyes. “I would be honored to have you as my personal guest, and to arrange various little delights for your pleasure.”
Bullpole smiled. “That sounds promising.”
“Greece offers its own brand of sensuality, my old friend. Spain hasn't the only franchise upon pleasure, if you'll permit the observation. Besides, there is a particular aspect to our island that I'm sure will fascinate you.”
“Really?”
The Greek nodded, swallowing wine. “Definitely. In fact, this aspect would require a man of your superlative virility since, quite frankly, no Greek is endowed with the sufficient sexual strength to attempt it without almost certainly losing his life.”
Bullpole leaned forward, interest coming to life upon his broad face. “That sounds intriguing! Just what is this deadly aspect that no Greek dares to attempt? Tell me about it!”
“Well, it's a traditional truth. You would probably regard it quite mistakenly as a mere legend – a fanciful story.” The Greek stroked his beard with a thoughtful expression. “Actually, it's as true now as it was in ancient times. She lives in the sea-caves still.”
“Who does?”
“The Mermaid.”
Bullpole roared with laughter. “Oh, come now! You really believe that such mythological creatures as Mermaids really exist?”
The Greek's face was solemn. “This one does, old friend. I can easily prove her existence for you by simply showing her to you.”
“I believe what my eyes can behold.”
“Then you will believe in her existence when your eyes behold her dangerous beauty – a beauty so ravishing that many men have lost their lives trying to possess her.”
