A wide smile of triumph illuminated the face of the dusky dancer and her eyes flashed in the candlelight. Still she whirled and gesticulated with her body, provoking the man. His cock continued to rise, at the same time swelling as if it were being inflated by some invisible pump.
The air seemed still, and Sue Robin felt heat coursing through her body, although the place had been comfortably cool before. Moisture gathered at her armpits and between her thighs, and heat rose through her loins up to her breasts. She licked her lips, and continued licking them softly. She was hardly aware of her sister-in-law's searching hand, now under the sheet and caressing the bare flesh of her thigh. She wondered briefly about the other watchers, and tried to look toward them, but her head would not turn. She could not look away from the scene before her.
The great cock was now fully aroused, erect, aimed up at the face of the tantalizing creature dancing before it. Her face showed mischievous, feminine triumph, but the face of the man was now pleading for satisfaction. But still he did hot move his body.
The drums throbbed louder yet, and the rhythm changed to become even more excitingly erotic. The dancer's body glistened with sweat and ointment, and lust mingled with the triumphant look on her face. Her chocolate-brown buttocks writhed and jerked as she improvised endlessly new and more daring movements of her body to torment the man.
Suddenly he dropped to his knees, his upper body arching backward in a slight bow, and his cock rose even more prominently, a living phallic pillar in a pagan temple. Now the dancer whirled and soared above him like a triumphant rooster in a cockfight. Closer and closer her thrusting, hairless cunt teased at the throbbing dong. Swooping in a low graceful dip, she brushed her hand over the cock in a swift caress.
Sue Robin clenched, her teeth. Her heart was beating faster, seemingly in rhythm with the prodding drums. She felt as if she were the dancer, caught in the spell of some demonic sorceress of sex using her body like a living incantation. She felt Mary Beth's hot moist hand on the inside of her thigh, right up against her pussy, but she did nothing to hinder her.
The caresses came more frequently as the dancer-priestess-Goddess incarnate demonstrated her complete power over the kneeling man who pleaded with his face and with his throbbing cock. Supple as a snake, she bent all the way down and touched her lips to the glistening head of his tool.
Jumpin. Jupiter! Sue Robin thought. Why doesn't he bounce up and grab her and rape her? What's holding him? But her own body was held fixedly to the bench on which she sat. The drink? Black magic? Voodoo? She couldn't move any more than the man could move.
Apparently Mary Beth could move her hand, or was that being controlled by the spell, too? The fingers were now lightly stroking the soft mat of hair covering Sue Robin's pussy.
The dancer leaped nearer and dropped in a squatting posture right over the erect cock as the kneeling man arched back even farther. The puffy lips of the hairless cunt seemed to gape as they jerked nearer and nearer the smooth triangular cockhead. Then they touched, but only for the briefest instant. A silent laugh seemed to float up from the dancer's lips as she leaped away and continued her tormenting movements.
"Look!" Mary Beth's whisper in Sue Robin's ear was unnecessary. The blonde had never stopped looking. Now! she thought. Now!
The man was slowly rising to his feet again, and the look of pleading was changing to one of confidence. His feet moved and he gradually picked up the rhythm of the drums, moving toward the whirling woman. Her triumphant expression changed, too, becoming one of alarm as the powerfully muscled male danced after her, his huge cock swaying threateningly toward her. He loomed over her, and her body seemed to grow even smaller.
Gone was her arrogance. The candles formed a square area which she could not break through, though she danced at the edges, seeming to seek escape.
Her movements were quieter now, and she cowered, bending nearer the ground, while her pursuer came closer and closer. The drum beats changed abruptly and she fell to her knees. The thudding softened and the rhythm was more caressing than urgent. The man walked in front of the kneeling woman and stood facing her. His hand went out, slid behind her head, and drew it to him, toward the pulsing cock that reared higher than ever from his loins.
Her lips stretched wide to encase the pink head briefly, then slid back off and her tongue thrust out to lick the smooth knob. Her head moved lowered as she lapped with her darting tongue up and down the quivering black shaft, and even around the dangling balls. Again she took the knob in her mouth and moved her head up and down in slow sensual strokes. Her attitude was complete submission now; his was triumph.
Mary Beth's smooth fingers were plowing through her cunt hair now, and playing along the soft lips of her slit, but Sue Robin didn't care. In fact, she welcomed it; otherwise the tension of the drama before her would have been more than she could stand.
The drumbeats changed again. Pulling her head off the huge cock, the woman twisted about and fell forward on her elbows, her back swayed downward in a bow and her firm swelling buttocks thrust up toward the man. Her knees were braced wide apart on the ground.
For a moment he stood eyeing the exciting mounds of dark flesh, separated by the long narrow valley. Then he dropped to his knees between hers and his hands caressed her flanks, her curved back. As he reached forward and under to seize her breasts his cockhead brushed against her ass and slid under. Her body quivered.
He drew back, gripped his cock by the shaft and lashed her lightly across the asscheek with the thick rod. She flinched each time, but the smile spreading over her face was not a grimace of pain but of pleasure. Again he slapped her quivering cheeks, then rested his rigid cock upright in the valley between. The knob glistened with her saliva.
Raising one hand, she reached back between her widespread thighs and seized the tool, and rubbing the head up and down her juicy slot to get it further lubricated with her own moisture, she guided the bulging head until the tip of it rested just in the entrance to her cunt.
They were in profile to the two women watching them spellbound, and both women could clearly see the black piston sliding forward slowly, into the dark valentine of Sybil's uptilted ass. The crouching love-Goddess quivered and writhed with slow-mounting pleasure as she felt the blunt cudgel forcing its way into the sensitive tunnel of her cunt.
Sue Robin's lower lip was gripped between her teeth and her breasts heaved with passion. Not that the slim fingers pressing into her own juicy pussy were anything like the engorged cock penetrating Sybil from behind, but they were sufficiently satisfying to relieve part of her lust. Mary Beth no longer pretended innocence and ignorance; she knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers. The vibrator must have taught her something, Sue Robin thought briefly.
To the steady throb of the muted drums, the man fucked slowly and deeply, riding forward now until his belly pressed solidly against the sensitive curve of Sybil's buttocks. Each time he drew his cock almost out on his backstroke, she rode back to meet his new drive, but as he sank in and continued to surge forward, his powerful body carried her graceful frame ahead of him until she almost pitched on her face. Yet he was never brutal in his thrusts. Just complete.
Her wide sensual lips parted and rounded in a soundless cry of ecstasy on each stroke, both back and forth. The beautiful curves of her body and the massive muscles of his flowed together and writhed in the candlelight. Her head lifted and arched back with the intense rapture of her sensations, but they still kept in rhythm with the drums.