Gordita Conspiracy

by Lyle Christie

  “Farid and I don’t have swim suits.”

  “That’s OK, neither do we,” she said, kicking off her shoes and reaching for the zipper of her dress.

  My heart suddenly skipped a beat as I looked around and saw that every woman in view was following Dolunay’s lead and undressing. I turned my attention back to my lovely hostess to see that she was now nude from the waist up with more flesh soon appearing as her dress fell to the ground. Unabashedly naked, she and her army of women all jumped into the pool, then Dolunay surfaced a moment later and brushed her long hair off of her face and looked at me with the most inviting of smiles.

  “We’re waiting,” she said.

  I looked at Farid, and he shrugged.

  “When in Rome,” he said.

  “Easy for you to say. Most of them already saw your penis back in the desert.”

  I suddenly felt like a male stripper as I gazed around at the see of curious faces watching me undress. When Farid and I at last dropped our underwear, we walked over to the edge of the pool and instinctively held our hands in front our privates. This was now one of those moments in life where you had to say what the fuck and grab the bull by the balls—or in our case, forget about the bull and let go of our balls.

  “Ladies, I’d like to thank you all for allowing us into your beautiful sanctuary. I’d also like to apologize for any intentional or unintentional swelling that may occur in my gentleman region in the presence of so many beautiful naked women.”

  I lifted my arms wide and proud, and the crowd of women all clapped and cheered. I then took a half step forward and did a nice shallow dive off the edge of the pool and surfaced just a foot from Dolunay, whose breasts were bobbing up and down in the small waves created by my watery intrusion.

  “Follow me,” she said, as she slipped under the shimmering surface, and swam towards the other end of the pool.

  I dove down and followed, zigzagging between the endless spectacle of naked bodies until at last surfacing in the deep waters in front of the waterfall. Dolunay had somehow disappeared, but I soon heard her voice call out from beyond the cascade of water. I ventured through it and found myself inside a dimly lit cavern that resided beneath the rocky structure. The water was shallower in here, and I was able to stand and walk over to join Dolunay.

  “This way,” she said, leading me up a short stairway out of the water.

  The path continued out the other side and then up the small rock promontory until reaching what was, indeed, the Jacuzzi. We stepped down into it until we were up to our waists then paused to allow our bodies to adjust to the heat before dropping all the way in to our necks. I heard giggling from below, and, a moment later, Farid and two women came charging up the steps and joined us in the tub.

  “Cocktails?” Dolunay asked.

  “Absolutely,” I responded.

  “Any preference?”

  “How about a long slow comfortable screw against a wall?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I was only joking, but it actually is a real cocktail.”

  “Hmmm—sounds pretty good.”

  “Yeah, though anything you make will be lovely.”

  She stood, and my eyes were drawn to her pert round backside as she moved to a mini bar built into the far side of the Jacuzzi. A moment later she was back with a pitcher and several glasses.

  “I hope you like vodka and cucumber,” she said.

  “Sounds refreshing and delicious.”

  She filled the glasses then handed one to everyone in the Jacuzzi.

  “To our guests,” she said.

  We all clinked glasses, then I took a sip of the cocktail to discover it was light and delicious with only the faintest hint of cucumber, and the unusual concoction was especially welcome in the heat of the Jacuzzi. I leaned back and took a moment to cast my gaze up at the sky full of stars and realized this was one of those rare moments in life where you took a mental snapshot and filed it away with your most precious memories. Suddenly, there was a disturbance in the water, and I looked over to see Farid coming across the tub to join me.

  “Dude, it’s awesome to be hanging out with you again,” he said.

  “I know, and I wish I could promise it would always be this good.”

  Farid chugged his drink and stepped up out of the Jacuzzi and onto the edge where it overlooked the deep end of the pool. The two women joined him, then he looked back at us and smiled.

  “I am a golden God,” he said, opening his arms.

  He was quoting the Russell character from the movie Almost Famous, but sadly only I was likely to understand the reference. Farid and his two lady friends then jumped off and screamed with delight until they splashed into the pool below. Dolunay and I were now alone in the turbulent waters, and she slipped in between my legs and placed her hands on my thighs.

  “Does my scar bother you?”

  “No—I think it makes you beautiful.”

  “Surely you’re not serious,” she said, as she brought her hand up and ran her finger down its length.

  Dolunay was a beautiful woman, yet somehow still carried a great deal of insecurity about something as insignificant as a scar, though I suppose all of us were prone to some kind of insecurity that allowed the most minuscule of physical or psychological details to hinder our lives. Even more peculiar was that she could comfortably disrobe before a virtual stranger yet still be wary of an inch and a half of physical history on her face.

  “That scar isn’t a blemish, but rather a physical testament to the courage of the bold and beautiful woman behind it,” I said, as I leaned forward and kissed her scar where it extended across her cheek.

  When I pulled back, I noticed her eyes were wet with tears.

  “I hope I didn’t upset you.”

  “No, you didn’t. These are tears of joy, I’m afraid. Now, would you mind if I kissed you?” she asked.

  “Not at all.”

  She leaned forward and kissed me, and her lips were soft and warm, and I lingered a long time, so that I could draw out the excitement of our first kiss. She pulled back and wiped the tears from her eyes before she spoke.

  “That was the first time I have kissed a man since I left my husband five years ago.”

  “I know I’m sounding like a broken record and all, but you really, really, really need to get out of the desert more often.”

  She smiled as I ran my fingers through her wet hair and pulled her close for another kiss. Her lips were salty from tears but still just as delectable, and soon they parted, and her tongue came forward to meet mine in a glorious oral ballet—slipping, sliding, moving against each other in the most intimate of dances. Our lust grew more desperate, and she slid her hips forward and straddled me, so that she could grind her sweet essence against my manhood. I slid my hands down her back and took hold of her buttocks and joined her efforts by pulling her hips to mine, desperately wanting to be inside her. She let out a long sigh then pulled back her hips just enough to make room to run her hands down my chest and take hold of my very hard manhood. She gazed at me with a wicked smile playing on her lips as she ran her hands up and down its length.

  “I guess my scar really doesn’t bother you.”

  “Obviously not. In fact, I think it’s rather sexy—more of a beauty mark.”

  “Well thank you, Tag. I never thought of it that way.”

  “Well, now you can, and might I say that you have officially given me the worlds most dire case of blue balls.”

  “Blue balls? What in God’s name are these blue balls you keep mentioning?”

  “You’ve really never heard that term?”

  “Never.”

  “Technically, it’s a slang term for vasal congestion, and it actually affects both sexes, and is a condition that occurs when a person becomes aroused, and their erogenous regions—namely, the penis, vagina, and breasts swell with blood for an extended period of time and become painful or, least of all, uncomfortable. And, those particular organs will rem
ain so until achieving climax, which constricts the muscles and sends the blood back into proper circulation.”

  “So, perhaps we should do something about your blue balls. Come, follow me.”

  “I’m not sure we should proceed in that exact order.”

  She looked confused for a moment, then recognition of my stupid joke set in, and she smiled.

  “True. So, follow me, and then you can come after we get where we’re going.”

  “Well, as a gentleman, I alway believe that it should be ladies first,” I said.

  Dolunay and I climbed from the tub and proceeded down the steps and around the pool. I was naked, hard, and had no towel, so it was basically pointless to try and hide anything, least of all Mr. Happy. All of the women were smiling shyly as we passed, and a few even tried to be polite and avert their eyes, but the vast majority took a nice long look. We stopped upon reaching a sliding glass door, and Dolunay paused.

  “Good night, ladies. I will see you all at breakfast,” she said, before disappearing inside.

  Farid appeared at that moment with a girl on each arm and a smile on his face.

  “Dude, it’s seriously awesome to be hanging out with you again.”

  “You already said that.”

  “I know—but I really mean it,” he said, before he and his little entourage turned and headed back to the pool.

  I turned and walked inside to discover a large candle lit room with a massive four poster bed, and beside it stood Dolunay, still beautifully naked as she sipped her drink in the flickering light. Alas, she set her cocktail on the adjacent dresser and slid onto the massive bed, where her tan lithe body stood out in stark contrast to the white comforter.

  “How are yours balls feeling now?” she asked.

  “Like a couple of swollen blueberries.”

  “Perhaps it’s time for juicing.”

  “Ahhh—yes—nectar of the gods,” I said, as I walked closer.

  I arrived at the foot of the bed, and she rolled onto her back and beckoned me in as though I were a plane approaching her runway. I slid between her legs and ran my hands up her calves to her thighs, and her heart started beating visibly faster with each passing second that my fingers drew closer to her nether regions. Unable to wait any longer, she reached up and pulled me onto her, and my hard mantool pressed firmly against her lady parts. She kissed me, and, as we entwined our tongues, I ran my hand down her body, over her taut nipples, then south past her bellybutton to find my destination between her legs. There, I gently ran my fingers over the contours of her essence until focusing in on her clitoris, where I began making small delicate exploratory circles. Dolunay moaned in delight and thrust her hips upward as an obvious signal that I should delve deeper, and I realized it was time to transition to a better tool than my hand. I pulled my mouth free of her lips then kissed her neck and shoulder before continuing down to her breasts, where I used my tongue to encircle her substantial nipples. I finished with a playful nibble, then, with my work in the great north complete, headed south to where my hand was still busy at work. I kissed her stomach then continued on, sliding my lips down past her mons pubis, pausing only a breath away from her long neglected clitoris. Strangely, she started to squirm and tense, so I paused to conduct a welfare check.

  “Everything OK?” I asked.

  “Um, yeah, but I think you should know that I haven’t had a man go down on me before.”

  “Not even in college?”

  “No, neither my boyfriends nor husband were exactly into giving oral pleasure, so, at the moment, I’m feeling caught between excitement and terror.”

  “I think that someone who goes by the nickname the Desert Fox can handle it,” I said, looking up at her.

  It was interesting, yet sad, that I had discovered another woman living without the divine pleasure of oral sex. The world could indeed be a cruel place when a person was denied such simple niceties of human interaction. I smiled at Dolunay then used my hands to gently press open her legs.

  “Now, shall I continue?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said, as she reached out and gripped the sheets to steady herself.

  The vagina was perhaps the most complicated organ in the universe and achieving an orgasm generally required proper handling and a lot of firsthand knowledge and experience. Thankfully, I had acquired both having spent the majority of my adult life exploring the opposite sex and, now, it was time to do my best to give Dolunay her great sexual re-awakening. I placed my lips on her essence then reached out with my tongue and pressed inside before sliding up to her clitoris, which I circled ever so gently to allow her to acclimate to the pleasure. This, in turn, gave me the opportunity to learn her unique sensitivity and find her natural rhythm, so that I could hopefully bring her to climax. Dolunay had, unfortunately, been living in a sexual vacuum and therefore was like a desert waiting for rain. Every twist of the tongue brought an involuntary gasp from her lips and a spasm to her hips, and it was only moments before her climax came on like a great earthquake, her entire body shaking violently as her cries of passion echoed into the desert night. At last, she came to rest and smiled as she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. She opened them a second later, and a naughty smile formed on her lips as she rolled me onto my back and took hold of my manhood.

  “I hope you don’t mind if I reciprocate. As you obviously know, I haven’t had the pleasure of having my way with a man’s privates in a long time,” she said, as she ran her hand up and down my hard shaft.

  “I thought your previous boyfriends weren’t into oral sex.”

  “Oh they were into it all right—receiving it.”

  “Bastards.”

  “Yes, but I enjoyed having my way with them nonetheless.”

  “Well don’t let me get in the way of your enjoyment.”

  She eyed me lustfully as she abruptly leaned down and took my penis in her mouth and used her tongue to encircle the tip. She started using her mouth and hands in perfect concert, conducting a veritable symphony of pleasure that left me dizzy with ecstasy and teetering on the cusp of release. Fearing an early end to the evening I at last overcame the madness of lust and intervened.

  “Um, I hate to interrupt, but I’m…”

  She paused and smiled wickedly.

  “Oh, did you want me to stop?”

  “Of course I don’t want you to stop, but, I think it’s important not to finish just when we’re getting started.”

  I sat up and pulled free of Dolunay’s formidable grip and sat up.

  “Oh, well what did you have in mind?” she asked.

  “I’ll leave it up to you, my sweet desert minx.”

  “Well, there are some silk sashes in the top drawer of my dresser, and I wouldn’t mind if you tied me to the bed and had your way with me all night long.”

  I smiled as I contemplated her suggestion.

  “I like your thinking, but I don’t want to waste even a second away from you, which means, I’ll just have to make due with this,” I said, sliding forward until the tip of my manhood was resting against her opening.

  I slid it up over her clitoris then back down, and it elicited a soft moan of pleasure as she pressed her hips forward in an attempt to steer me inside. I pulled back ever so slightly and smiled.

  “Now you’re just being cruel,” she said.

  “No, just taking it nice and slow. It has been five years.”

  “Five—long—years, so I’m pretty sure it’s time for you to—how do they say it in America? Ah, yes—fuck my brains out.”

  “Only if you promise that we can squeeze them back into your head afterwards, as I like an intelligent woman.”

  She smiled and gave me a playful hit that was the signal that small talk was over, and it was time to get down to business. I moved forward, sliding my knees under her legs until my mantool was once again lined up and resting at her opening. It was a position only meant for an agile man, but it allowed an excellent view of a woman’s treasures. It al
so afforded a good angle at hitting the mythological and hotly contested Gräfenberg spot, which resided about an inch or so inside and on the top of the vagina. Dolunay looked up expectantly then reached around and took hold of my buttocks and pulled me in towards her forgotten realms, thus forcing my manhood to slide into the wet heat of her womanhood until we were touching at the hips.

  “Oh sweet Lord! This feels so good that I now realize I’ve had blue balls for the last five years,” she said.

  “Well, then don’t worry, my beautiful Smurf, as we’re just getting started.”

  “What the hell is a Smurf?”

  “The bluest of creatures—but not for long.”

  I kissed her and started moving my manhood in and out, gently testing the waters and using the time to admire every beautiful inch of her body. It was a visual feast, and each second of contact was flooding my mind with lust and forcing me to subtly increase my speed until we were at a breakneck pace that sent her breasts bouncing hypnotically in accordance with every harsh meeting of our hips. It became too much to bear, and I was soon approaching critical mass and, therefore, had to slow down in order to sustain the pleasure. With the subtle slowing of the action, I decided to transition to missionary position, the proximity allowing me to lean down and kiss her. The second our lips touched she reached out and pulled me tight to her body, allowing me to press deep inside, only now I could add a little grinding motion. It increased her clitoral stimulation and thus evoked a loud series of moans that brought forth yet another climax. She cried out as her entire body spasmed and shook, and it was all I could do to hold back the rising tide of my own release. After she relaxed and caught her breath, she kissed me then smiled.