A Inca Vacation by handlebar

By handlebar An INCA Vacation

There in a alcove set apart from the clearing was a 8’ long 3’ high polished black stone altar. Around it was a stone stadium, and the weird part was there was not one single weed or plant growing on either one. But two hours ago this was just a jungle covered little pile.

“It wasn’t here before we took our baths” he stated

“I know, what is going on who cleaned this up like this?” She asked

He took her hand and walked towards the polished altar. As they entered the small stadium a shimmering wall of light closed behind them.

“Oh shit we ain’t in Kansas babe” he exclaimed

“What the fuck was that?” she asked

“Ahhh honey I always wanted to say that”. He explained.

They both felt kind of weird, kind of, well like they were floating at least that was the feeling he got.

She just felt receptive yes that was it receptive and accepting of anything, but mainly she felt like getting fucked.

She looked at her man and saw the same want on his face that she had. She laid back on the polished stone slab and spread her legs. She was felling wantonly sexy, even slutty it was a purely sexual feeling no love for her man just lust. A burning lust that made her sex wet and itchy, and only that man in front of her could scratch this itch. She thrust her vagina up and tried to capture that wonderful piece of meat that was twitching and dripping wetness above her. It was the most beautiful piece of meat she had ever seen.

He looked at her sliding her nubile body up on the slab,her saw her leave a wet slick from her pussy on the black stone. He saw her body change, her breast got firmer her stomach more defined, her waist slimmer but more muscular, and her hips and legs became a saddle for him to lay on. But her pussy was asome the lips were thicker, pinker, and were literally fluttering, opening and closing calling his cock to come and join and to become one eninity hot and pulsating. And his cock well it wasn’t his cock at least not the one he had named big man, no this was some porn stars cock at least 11” long and 4” thick,but it sure felt good being attached to his body.

Both of them became one, her pussy sucked his cock into it and the meat went balls deep stretching her cervix to its breaking point. They were in a different sexual plane now, floating in a place that few had ever been to. Both of their bodys had become hyper sexual.

She felt like a vagina filled to capacity her arms, legs , breast. All of her skin felt like the inside of her sex. She could taste him with her fingers or nipples. She tasted his pre-come with his cock deep in her. Ever time he stroked she felt it all over her self.

He couldn’t believe the feelings and sensations he was feeling and tasting he could taste her wetness with his cock, he felt and tasted her G spot rubbing on his tongue.

Suddenly they were surrounded by that same shimmering light, but this time they could feel it wrap its self around them. Then the light started touching them every where at the same time.

Now they became play things of Viracocha and he was ready to take them. They awoke and saw the God above them they tried to pull apart but their sexes had become one piece of meat.

“Finish little ones You need the release and I need to feed on your essence.” He waved his hand over them and they went back to the stroking and tasting. They build up towards the final act of sex they would ever know. They knew in their hearts that this would kill them, but that knowledge did not impede them it only forced them to push harder to taste more to climb up higher before they would throw them selves off the orgasm mountain.

They grabbed each others necks and squeezed, their heads throbbed. Little explosions were blasting the brains behind their eyes. Then It happened they started to spasm deep inside their groins. The fluids were pumping inside them but their sexes were fused into one piece of flesh and the juice just backed up. Their bodies swelled their sexual fluids stretching their lower body area . Their faces had turned beet red but as they started to die their fingers locked in place around the others neck.

Viracocha Smiled and waited he would have his hearts and the ambrosia to wash them down. This was so much better than having those little trolls from a thousand years ago kill them and offer him the hearts. It was like DAD said anything worth doing is worth doing your self!