The Laughing Skull
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Maria let out a wild scream and arched her back hard in hopes of finding just a little slack in Phillip's knots but they held firm. Then she tossed her head wildly whipping her hair around and looking from one side of her to the other as she watched the scattered feathers around her on the bed come to life one at a time and begin to inch their way across the bed cover toward her naked body. Phillip smiles and began to move down the bed trailing his fingertips down her bare legs as he went. This sent Maria into another fit of giggles as she struggled to pull her body away from his fingers and the feathers that seemed to be stalking her.
One by one the feathers moved toward her like inchworms as Phillip's fingertips trailed in a slow zig zag down the tops and inside of her bare thighs until they reached her knee cap, there he began to run his fingers around it then slipped then behind her knee bringing another shriek of laughter to Maria's lips. It was almost at that moment a feather reached her wrist and wrapped itself around her forearm like a snake. Maria immediately looked at this new tickling sensation just below her wrist and her mind spun as she watched the feather move along her skim like a blue caterpillar with the soft tines of the feather acting like little legs and how it tickled.
As mind blowing as this experience was Maria was not prepared for the image of Phillip picking up two feathers from between her legs and placing then on her bare thighs as they came to life as well. His once blue eyes were now glowing green and seemed to become brighter and brighter with every feather that came to life on her ticklish bare skin. Then he knelt at the foot of the bed and bowed his head down as he did his fingers ran slowly along the sole of each of her bare feet.
Then she heard him begin to chant but almost at once she knew it could not be Phillip. The voice, tone and even the accent changed and when his head came back up it was once again the tattooed face of the Mayan priest. He was bowing as he was running his fingers along her wiggling bare feet as he chanted a prayer to a name Maria knew the priest was summoning the spirit of Quetzalcoatl, the great plumed serpent.
Mary fell into her cot almost exhausted she had danced with every man in camp several times and been serenaded by the Germans and even a few of the Mexicans. The only boy in camp that seemed to pass on dancing with her had been Ramone in fact he seemed to be doing everything he could to keep as far away from her as he could get on his crutch. His eyes however never left her he watched and studied every move she made with growing interest and he seemed to grow paler the bolder Mary became. She would have to put the fear of the lord into him in the morning she thought to herself and that brought a wicked smile to her face once again as she picked up her feather fan and softly fanned her flushed face with it thinking of what it would do to Ramone in the morning.
As she relaxed on her cot she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and ran the tips of the soft feathers down the two inches of bare skin that became exposed as she opened her blouse sending wonderful little shivers through her body. She trailed them down her chest to her flat tummy then trailed them back up even slower as her smile widened, her body erupted in goose bumps and Mary's whole body began to tingle once again but it was the icons on her wrists that really tingled like mad and did so until Mary ran the tips of the feathered fan along them. There was an almost instant shock that rippled through her body that quite frankly felt wonderful.
8
Maria let out a wild scream and arched her back hard in hopes of finding just a little slack in Phillip's knots but they held firm. Then she tossed her head wildly whipping her hair around and looking from one side of her to the other as she watched the scattered feathers around her on the bed come to life one at a time and begin to inch their way across the bed cover toward her naked body. Phillip smiles and began to move down the bed trailing his fingertips down her bare legs as he went. This sent Maria into another fit of giggles as she struggled to pull her body away from his fingers and the feathers that seemed to be stalking her.
One by one the feathers moved toward her like inchworms as Phillip's fingertips trailed in a slow zig zag down the tops and inside of her bare thighs until they reached her knee cap, there he began to run his fingers around it then slipped then behind her knee bringing another shriek of laughter to Maria's lips. It was almost at that moment a feather reached her wrist and wrapped itself around her forearm like a snake. Maria immediately looked at this new tickling sensation just below her wrist and her mind spun as she watched the feather move along her skim like a blue caterpillar with the soft tines of the feather acting like little legs and how it tickled.
As mind blowing as this experience was Maria was not prepared for the image of Phillip picking up two feathers from between her legs and placing then on her bare thighs as they came to life as well. His once blue eyes were now glowing green and seemed to become brighter and brighter with every feather that came to life on her ticklish bare skin. Then he knelt at the foot of the bed and bowed his head down as he did his fingers ran slowly along the sole of each of her bare feet.
Then she heard him begin to chant but almost at once she knew it could not be Phillip. The voice, tone and even the accent changed and when his head came back up it was once again the tattooed face of the Mayan priest. He was bowing as he was running his fingers along her wiggling bare feet as he chanted a prayer to a name Maria knew the priest was summoning the spirit of Quetzalcoatl, the great plumed serpent.
Mary fell into her cot almost exhausted she had danced with every man in camp several times and been serenaded by the Germans and even a few of the Mexicans. The only boy in camp that seemed to pass on dancing with her had been Ramone in fact he seemed to be doing everything he could to keep as far away from her as he could get on his crutch. His eyes however never left her he watched and studied every move she made with growing interest and he seemed to grow paler the bolder Mary became. She would have to put the fear of the lord into him in the morning she thought to herself and that brought a wicked smile to her face once again as she picked up her feather fan and softly fanned her flushed face with it thinking of what it would do to Ramone in the morning.
As she relaxed on her cot she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and ran the tips of the soft feathers down the two inches of bare skin that became exposed as she opened her blouse sending wonderful little shivers through her body. She trailed them down her chest to her flat tummy then trailed them back up even slower as her smile widened, her body erupted in goose bumps and Mary's whole body began to tingle once again but it was the icons on her wrists that really tingled like mad and did so until Mary ran the tips of the feathered fan along them. There was an almost instant shock that rippled through her body that quite frankly felt wonderful.
