The Catalan Girl
by  Night Wing

I was spending the summer in Catalan, Mexico. It was a small town on the
Yucatan peninsula where I had been sent by my university to study the marina
life on a reef just off the beach. 

Almost every morning I would make my way to a small beach near my house, put on
my diving gear, and spend the better part of the day working in the waters just
off the shore.

I had heard many strange stories about the women of this tiny village from the
fishermen I had met in the course of my work. I was told that they were very
inaccessible -- extremely puritanical and prudish. On the rare occasions I
would see a woman swimming she would wear a long skirted bathing suits
fashionable in the 1920s.

There was a small house being rented by some American tourists just up the
beach from where I was working. The two women who lived there with their
husbands could regularly be seen wearing string bikinis, and on occasion
swimming nude. And on more than one occasion I had heard stories from my
fishermen friends of shameless midnight swimming parties accompanied by wild
exhibitions of sexual deviance.

The locals deeply disapproved of what they viewed as profoundly obscene
behavior and harbored a deep anger towards most foreigners because of an
incident that had occurred some years ago.

One evening a woman of 17 was walking the beach -- a thin white dress clinging
to her firm young body. Walking and listening to the waves lap against the sand
she came upon a hidden cove where she noticed someone swimming. All she could
see was a head moving and occasionally an arm. After a moment she heard a
voice.

ÒCome in and swim Maria the water is warm and wonderful.Ó

The voice was Spanish but spoke with a foreign accent, so she assumed it was
one of the foreigners who made a habit of swimming here at night.

ÒWho are you she asked?Ó

ÒI am Susan,Ó the voice answered, Òwe met yesterday on the beach.Ó

It was so very tantalizing. Maria could easily slip out of her dress and wear
only her very proper underthings. There was no one around and she had always
wanted to. She thought that the people in her village made too much out of the
night time swimming the foreigners enjoyed so much.

Slipping off her dress, she placed it on a nearby rock. She had very long black
hair, very white skin and emerald colored eyes. Her body was breathtaking with
large firm breasts, deep crimson nipples, long lean legs and a tight, well
muscled bottom. Slipping into the warm sea she began to swim towards Susan.

Swimming under the water Susan came up to her and caressed her legs. Maria
understood the meaning of the touch and teased back. The dark night and the
fact that Susan was wearing a swimming cap made it hard to see her face. Maria
was taken with the fact  that American women had voices so much like boys.

Wrestling in the warm water, their hands wandered over each others bodies --
she could feel Susan playing with the hooks that held her bra and after a
moment it had come off. Next she felt her hands slipping off her heavy cotton
underwear, and after a moment Maria was naked.

Susan swam around her and under her -- between her legs, all the while touching
and teasing MariaÕs body. Susan would part her legs so that Maria could swim
between her legs as well. Maria could see that she was naked also.

Suddenly, she felt Susan embracing her from behind covering her whole body with
hers.

ÒYou are very beautiful, very sexual,Ó she whispered in MariaÕs ear. Maria
wanted to drift away but she was mesmerized by  the warm water, and the
constant touch of the other womanÕs body. She let herself be seduced --
enjoying the intensity of the sensations that swept over her. She could not
feel SusanÕs breasts, but she had noticed that many of the American women did
not have very large breasts, and she was so taken with the moment, that it did
not mean very much to her.

Suddenly what she felt between her legs was not SusanÕs hand but  something
larger,  harder and  very  unexpected.  This was not a woman she was swimming
with but clearly a man. This was SusanÕs  brother, and he had slipped his erect
penis between her legs. She screamed, but there was no one to hear, and her
scream was not one of resistance but one of trained disapproval.

Maria had seen menÕs penises before. She had even watched her father put his in
her mother, and make her scream not from fear but from pleasure. One night she
watched as her father put it in motherÕs bottom, her mouth, between her legs
and finally between her breasts -- shooting a torrent of white liquid all over
her motherÕs belly. And her mother had loved it all.

The watching had made her very wet between her legs, very itchy, And when she
went back to her bed she rubbed the itching until her whole body twitched and
shook with pleasure. 


In reality his embrace seemed to her as exciting and welcome as was her hand
between her legs that night she had watched her parents. The warmth of the
water and the firmness of the thrusting between her legs were conspiring to
arouse her body. She thought about trying to get away -- but she did not want
to be released from his grasp.

As they wrestled in the water, each movement that he made affected her more.
Moving in front of her he kissed her breasts and took her nipples between his
teeth making them stiff and tender. She felt his hands grasping at the cheeks
of her bottom squeezing and probing, a finger delicately teasing her virgin
rosebud.

But with the constant motion, he could not really take her in the water. His
penis touched her over and over again, trying to find a home deep between her
legs -- teasing the moist and tender lips of her vulva.

Crazy for completion Maria swam to the beach. By this time the hunger between
her legs had become a raging fire. It was driving her insane. Emerging from the
sea behind her she could see the enormous shaft of flesh between his legs.

The hunger that had been on her skin had now retreated deep inside her and she
knew for the first time in her life she would feel the pleasure that made her
mother moan and scream.

Mounting her his touching was like dance in which their two bodies wrapped
around each other, driving against one another making new shapes -- seeking new
positions to generate more pleasure.

Now they were cupped like spoons, his penis thrusting against her ass, her
breasts stroked and caressed like firm melons in his hands. Now he was
crouching over her prone body, as the waves lapped between her legs. Slipping
her hands under her bottom she lifted herself and spread her legs -- lewdly
offering herself to him.

He plunged himself into her and took her, as the water washed away the virgin
blood, filling her -- touching the depths of her womb. The honey poured from
her, as he thrust back and forth inside her and his penis made the most
wonderful sucking sounds as they writhed in the warm sand. All the air was
drawn from MariaÕs pussy, the way his penis thrust in and out. But as soon as
she would approach her climax, he would pull himself out and touch her in some
other way.

Rolling onto is back, he spread his legs -- his penis erect and engorged, and
her pulled her on top of it -- making her crouch on it and swallow it to the
hilt with her firm tight pussy so that her pubic hair was rubbing against his.
Then he made her move in long, slow circles as he thrust in and out of her.
Then she fell on top of him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. She then
sat up and resumed her motions.

Teasing him the way he had teased her, she would raise herself just a little so
that just the tip of his penis was held between the form moist lips of her
pussy. And she would move just slightly -- just enough to keep him inside,
touching the edges of her vulva -- her lips red and swollen, clasping his penis
like a hungry mouth.

His hands remained grasping her ass the entire time squeezing and slapping --
trying to force her movements. A finger slipping deep inside her tender
rosebud.

Rolling her onto her knees, he knelt behind her and inserted his penis, his
whole body covering hers. And, after he had enjoyed her from behind, he slipped
under her and suckled at her voluptuous breasts. By now they were both panting
and moaning hungry for final satisfaction. Pushing her onto her back one last
time her drew her legs over his shoulders and drove into her violently.

Once...twice...three times he twisted and thrust into her, as she wrapped her
arms around his neck meeting every one of his thrusts with a violent arching of
her hips. Spreading her legs wide he drove into her one final time and felt an
enormous stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, and as he came MariaÕs body
was wracked with a savage wave of searing orgasms.

Falling back onto the sand they lay together, pressing their bodies against one
another, his penis still buried deep inside her, every last drop of his semen
being drained from his body by the writhing muscles of her hungry pussy.

In the weeks and months to come, they would meet and he would teach Maria the
subtle, and not so subtle secrets that her body possessed. And Maria understood
and hungered for the shameless pleasures that she had been taught were so
wrong.