IN THE BEGINNING
Chapter One
The deepest, darkest, depths of Peru.
It was to be Laura's first excursion into the untamed jungles of the world having finally come of age. As a child, she had travelled significantly with her father, but she had always been left at home when he went on his tomb-raiding excursions. Her father had since perished at the hands of the mysterious group known as 'The Pentagram' and now it was her time to continue his legacy.
The jungle was sweltering, the humidity beyond belief. Laura had abandoned her bra and was dressed in only her loose-fitting cotton top and green khaki shorts with military grade black boots to protect her feet from the denizens of the undergrowth. Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail, her skin tanned from her time skirting the deserts of Egypt during her father's fatal pilgrimage to that ancient and foreboding land of many mysteries.
Peru was radically different. The jungle was alive in more ways and one, a cacophony of sounds from the beasts that hid amid the thick foliage giving the impression that they were always watching the intruders into their domain.
Laura's expeditionary group was twenty strong, on a mission to discover the hidden pyramid that her father had written about in his memoirs. It was said to be located at a conflux of two mighty rivers and most likely buried beneath a heavy canopy of the jungle that had grown in the centuries since its use as a burial site for King Myletoph.
Laura was still young, impressionable and naïve in all too many matters of the world, reason enough for her to have hired Mark Thane, her gun-for-hire, a rough-luck mercenary whose website portfolio had created a most appealing impression. Twenty years her senior he was ruggedly handsome with a perpetual shadow of a beard, and with grey/green eyes that easily held her own whenever she attempted discourse. On top of this, he had a most distracting bulge in his combat trousers that had a habit of stirring her hormones when her gaze wandered (as it often did).
Naturally, she had fantasised about fucking him, about the size and girth of his manhood as he revealed to her in whatever setting took her pleasure. In her fantasies she would smell his strong scent as he rode her into oblivion, his rock hardness shoved deep inside her love tunnel. Not wearing a bra during her excursions into the forest often entailed that her aroused nipples were easily discernible beneath her top, a fact that had drawn the attention of the labourers who had accompanied them on their mission into the depths of the virgin jungle. She had no interest in any of them save for Thane, for until now it had only been girls that had captured her attention during her ascent into adulthood.
It had been her first lover, a stunning natural blonde with short, cropped hair, named Sandra McGee, who had been the one to claim her virginity. There had been little that Sandra had not been willing to do, their sexual experiments the kind of thing that most teenage girls can only dream about. It had also been the means by which Laura had discovered the illicit thrill of golden showers.
The rain had been lashing against the windows of Sandra's bedroom in her university dorm, the night outside as black as pitch. Despite the tempo of the water slashing against the glass, there had been little to dampen the soft moans issuing from Laura's throat as Sandra's tongue had explored her pussy crack with a lover's fondness for detail.
Laura had been lost inside a whirlwind of bliss at the ministrations being applied to her love lips and to her small fleshy clit and had barely registered the moment when Sandra, naked as a new-born had moved upwards to straddle her toned, smooth belly.
'I have a special treat for you,' Sandra had whispered and it had been at that moment when she had started to pee.
