"All characters in this story are of the age of eighteen or of a higher age and are consenting adults. Please fell free to vote and leave your comments on this story."(I would like to thank Nikki James for her help with editing this story and input)
As I parked at the ruins of Palenque on the second morning of my trip to Mexico, I noticed a busload of people unloading at the entrance gates to a Mayan temple just ahead of me. The group of people had gathered at the gate, where a guide was giving them instructions when I walked up.
I noticed two beautiful girls with perfect figures, about five foot five, weighing about one hundred and ten pounds each, with golden bronze skin and very short skirts, standing in the back of the group. As I looked at them, they both smiled at me. To my shock, they both spoke English. They both said hi and I returned their pleasant greeting, saying, "Hello, ladies."
The first girl introduced herself telling me that her name was Maria and then the second girl introduced herself as Alyssa. I told them that my name was Anthony.
As we walked, we talked a bit, following the group. I found out that they were both from the local Mexican University and that they were on a field trip for a class project. I found out later on, that they were sisters.
As we continued to talk, a local merchant approached me. Not wanting to be bothered, I told the man, "Sorry, I don't speak Spanish." Confused, the man shook his head and backed away. The girls then offered to translate for me if I followed their group. Since I could understand their English better than the Spanish of our guide, I took them up on their offer.
As we walked through the ruins, they told me that they were direct descendants of the Mayan race and their parents insisted they continue the bloodline of their family. They read the inscriptions and were nice enough to explain everything about their Mayan ancestors.
Then after we ate our lunch, we came to a large building. They explained that the Mayans' had built their structures at a sixty-degree angel or close to that. As we toured the ruins, they would go up the steep steps ahead of me, giving me a perfect view up their skirts. I was greatly surprised to find out that they were both wearing g-strings.
The sun only helped me to see through their thin skirts, showing off their nicely shaped bodies and their crotches as if there was a spot light shining down on them. My face was so close to their backsides, I could almost count the number of tiny black hairs hanging out on each side of their underwear. I could even see the tight ridges of their inner lips showing between the thin material that barely hid their cunts.
Every step we took, I became harder and was beginning to sport a large bulge in my pant leg. The girls began glancing at my crotch as we reached to top of stairway.
Catching my breath, I overheard Maria speaking to Alyssa, saying, "I don't care what our parents want. I'm old enough to know what I want and I don't want to wait any longer for Dad to find me a suitable partner to marry me. I want a dick in my cunt instead of my damn fingers. Maybe I'll get pregnant and Dad can stop trying to find me a man to marry."
Alyssa's only reply was, "I'll help you, but don't tell anyone I was with you, not even Dad or he'll kill me too when he finds out that you got pregnant from an American."
I couldn't figure out how they planned to work their plan, but I definitely wanted to show her how much better a dick felt than her fingers. My balls began pull their way up after I heard them talking and my dick was crying to be released from its restraint.
The next ruin we came to looked like a cathedral. They informed me that it was a temple for priests. They seemed to be all too excited to tell me about it. They started translating the story about the temple, but seemed to add many more details the guide left out. Their eyes began to sparkle as their faces seemed flushed, as they told me about all the many dark rooms used by the priests to breed the women of the area desiring children fathered by a man of high intelligence.
Each room contained an altar with straw padding and foot rests. It looked like an obstetricians examination room for women. There was no light in the rooms, but each room was connected to a ventilation system that provided the chambers with fresh air. The women would leave a flower hanging on the wall outside, enter the temple, place a small stick in a hole in the wall by the door of the room the picked, then they would go inside the room and wait for a priest to have sex with them.
When a priest saw a flower on the wall, he would take off all of his clothing as he entered the chambers and would feel his way to the stick in the wall. Upon feeling the stick in the wall, he would then enter the room and have sex with the lady. The priest didn't know the women; neither did the women know which priest it was that fathered their child.
As our group moved into the next ruin, the girls grabbed me by the arm and told me to hang back. We stayed back until everyone in our group was out of sight, then they grabbed my hand and lead me to the entrance of a chamber. Maria reached down grabbing my raging hard-on. She gasped out as she started to rub my cock, saying, "Will you fuck me with that big cock of yours?"
