Mayan Sun (The Cult of the Seers)

by: Valentino Incanto Profferi

©Valentino Incanto Profferi 2009

The story told here by the autobiographical Romulus is utterly, fictitious and any resemblance between the characters herein or the events depicted and any true incident depicted by the Fairy tale is completely coincidental and unintentional.

I was seven years old when I first came to the little beach town of Todos Santos. I had come with my parents, on a cruise that took us down the Mexican coast and down the western coast of Central America. The tour bus took us from Cabo, where the ship docked for three nights, to Todos Santos in the morning before taking us into La Paz for dinner.

My independent architect mother had her own office in Orangevale where she worked with two girlfriends and had tons of affairs that dad either ignored or didn't know about. Her tall shapely body with the right curves in all the places won her many clients. More paying customers were won by the big green eyes and long dark hair with loose waves that hung over her tanned shoulder blades that were on permanent display with her tanned legs from beneath her revealing dresses. In short, her sex appeal got her lots of customers that were happy to pay her well for her designs because they could always get a lot of extra satisfaction from the meetings she held daily for their benefit.

Dad, my government administrator father, worked for the State of California in Sacramento and kept his little life simple by staying drunk all the time. My parents were absorbed with the quaint buildings and faint sense of disorder in the little town of Todos Santos because they were out of their skulls as usual. Mom took prescription amphetamines recreationally, thanks to the doctor who saw her in his office once every week at night, and dad was usually drunk if he was not at work. That was why they did not notice when I walked off toward the beach. I had seen a beautiful, darkly tanned Mexican blond woman in a dramatic billowing dress that had waved at me with Henna decorated hands that had actually been tattooed. But then again, they hardly ever paid me any attention, being wrapped up in the dramas of their little suburban lives and jobs in the state capital.

I had vanished, without a trace, into a beautiful two-story Spanish style house on a little lot on the edge of the beach. This was the residence of the Seer, Eugenia, with whom I spent that day and night while my parents worried about me and had the whole police department of La Paz searching for me. They had no idea were they had lost me. I could not in all honesty say that I cared at the time, but I am sorry I made a sport of torturing them for so many years now. They were trying their best to raise me well, of course, I know that now, but at the time I was glad to be rid of them for a day. They were just a couple of ordinary folks, and they just could not manage my visions of Fairyland and outbursts of magic that made unexpected things happen when I needed them. They just ignored anything too weird for them to take and reached for their drug of choice.

I had a wonderful time with Eugenia that day and night. We sat on her beachfront porch for a few hours while we talked about magic, the sight, and sex. I asked her to let me sit on her lap because I wanted to feel her and be felt, I was kind of sexually hot for her, but at first I thought I liked her like a neat aunt or older cousin. Eventually Eugenia started touching me with her hand inside my pants while I played the baby and suckled on her large, tanned, and soft breasts.

It was the first time that I had gotten an erection; she even got me to cum while I sat on her lap. With my cum all over the front of her dress, she simply took it off with no fuss at all. I learned later that this happened every few day with her, but usually with men, not boys. Then we had dinner with her staff, everyone nude. It was a strange day with no other guests, but I only found out this was unusual years later. I sat between Eugenia and Flores-Luz, the housekeeper at the time, and across from Norma, the fat brunette cook with dark, wavy locks on her head matching with the fuzzy tufts under her arms, over her cleft, and protruding from her sexy tight buns. Flores was a very dark woman with Aztec features, long dull, black hair, big sexy lips, and great big hips that gave her fabulous but cheeks.

I never felt as great as I did when I was with the women of the house of the Seer until years after when I met the witch that I wanted to, but that would not marry me. Only the Seers were witches at that house, all her staff were either Changelings or mortal Fairies. For the entire dinner, either Eugenia or Flores-Luz played with my little stiffness with a hand while they ate with the other. Some times, they both touched me. Norma jammed her foot between my legs and caressed my balls with her toes. Needless to say, I hardly ate from the dinner, but I felt fantastic from all the attention. After the dinner, Eugenia took me to her bed with the other two women and talked to me about how she wanted me to come back as often as I could for she could see that our futures were intertwined. She told me about my gifts: charm, proximal sight, perception, magnetism, and persuasion; and she taught me how to use them. During my lessons with Eugenia, Flores-Luz enjoyed herself on my stiff little erection that she kept up for over an hour.