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South Of The Border

By: nasty1



Note - This story involves scat. If you are offended by reading about chicks pooping, don't read.

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Life has been really tough on Jennifer Lopez since her public breakup with Sean "Puffy" Combs. 

"WHEW." she sighed, racing to the nearest toilet. She had just got done performing for thousands of people on a hot and humid day. Shouldn't have worn these black tight leather pants. STUPID! She quickly unzipped her Jeans and let them fall to the floor. She them put her thumbs around the waistband of her black satin panties and throw pulled them to her knees. The singer planted her butt to the seat, not even considering germs.

"UMPH." she grunted. All that left her anus was a loud fart. "UMMPHHH." The star then felt the tip of her log emerging. Spreading her legs wider, Jennifer watched as her shit made it's appearance. "Mmmm." she moaned, putting 2 fingers inside her wet cunt. "UMPH." she saw another 2 inches travel to the dirty water. It was dark brown, VERY firm. Just what the woman LOVED. Her finger increased the pressure she was giving her entrance. "UM." She arched her back well keeping her spot on the bowl. The actress was dribbling sweat from her brow. "UMPH." Finally the turd plopped in the john. She was so hot from the heat of the room and her own passion, the Spanish beauty lowered her shoulder straps of her shiny black blous, releasing her bra-less melons.

Just then she heard the stall next to her shut. MAN. She's been caught. This turned her on, beyond words. When the stranger sat down, she spoke, "Having fun, Jen?"

It was Salma Hayek. This made her loins shiver with delight. Her finers pulled out of her snatch and then she shoved her digits up to the knuckle. "OHHHHH. FUCK YEAH. I'M CUMMING." Her orgasm erupted over her hand and soaked her inner thigs. "AHHH."

Just as the lovely pop princess came down from her climax, she heard grunting from the next stall.

I've GOT to see this, Jennifer thought, a wide grin forming on her lips. She grabbed the seat and put it down. The singer grabbe a piece of TP and cleaned her dirty ass. Nothing. It had been a clean log. She put her hands on the back of the appliance and pulled herself up on top of it. The lovely celebrity straightened herself up, and peeked at Slma. The tanned superstar was groping her massive breasts as she was taking a shit.

"YEAH. UMPH."

J Lo. could see through the black-haired woman's thighs what appeared to be a long, thick log. Her face was covered in her silky hair because the actress was looking into the pot, watching her shit emerge. 

"Um. Jennifer," she whispered. "Lick my tits."

WOW. This Spanish beauty was thinking of HER. The thought of her getting a hold of Salma's large boobs was enough to send shivers of pleasure down her spine. And make her pussy twing. She slowly rubbed her sticky thighs with her left hand and stopped at her wet clit. "Oh." she hissed, trying to remain hidden. Her sex was still dripping from her eruption earlier.

"UMPH." At last Salma's log emerged and plopped from her anus.

MY GOD. that must be 9 inches. Her eyes gleamed with intense pleasure. Her ring finger quickened it's pace, as the singer violently grinded her hips into the digit. "Yeah. Finger me, whore." she whispered.

She must have been to loud, because the lovely star looked up, spoting Jennifer. "WHAT THE HELL." she demanded. Sure, she was shocked, but also very stimulated.

"I...Uh...I can..."

Before she could finish the sentence, Salma pulled her red leather shorts and wrapped the white blouse around her.

SHE'S PISSED. the Grammy-Winner worried. 

Just as she was about to leave this humiliating scene, the "Wild Wild West" star opened J. Lo's stall. "You like to watch, huh." she barked. 

"Please, Salma. I didn't..."

The lovely Spanish decendent suprised her by pushing the singer against the cold wall, passionately kissing her.

Astounded, Jennifer kissed her back, putting a hand on the back of her head, pushing her mouth even further on the superstar. Her tongue popped in her mouth, as did the black-haired woman's. Jennifer spread her legs and wrapped them around Salma's, grinding the wet pussies together. At last their kiss broke. "I WANT YOU." Jennifer panted. Her breathing was coming in short gasps, and her large chest was heaving with each exhale. The arousal of their naked flesh plasterred on each other was causing their nipples to harden. 

Salma grabbed her right breast and teased her large nipple. 

"Oh." she moaned. "Lick it, slut."

The beautiful actress slowly lapped at her and in one swift motion, she gulped Jennifer's harden tit in her mouth. 

"Yeah. Suck it," she pleaded.

The tanned beauty furiously sapped up her tits. 

"Yes. I love it." 

Salma twirled her tongue seductively in a cirle around the tip of her babyfood. Then she eased her mouth offf the nipples, trailing a long line of saliva, which arouse even more heat from the beauties.

"UM."

The woman slowly travele her tongue down Jennifer's lovely body and rested on a silky inner thigh.

"YEAH. LICK MY PUSSY." she barked.

The superstar lapped her thigh with slow passion.

"LICK ME." the singer commanded, as she shoved Salma's face into her soaking entrace. "HEY. I LOOVE IT." Jennifer squeeled.

The lovely star increased her intrusion, which only caused J. Lo to shove her hips faster. "YESSS. UMM." She arched her back and her head was inches from hitting the tile. "OH, FUCK. I'M CUUMMING." she creamed. a few drops of girl-cum spilled passed her shaved tunnel. "AHHHHH." 

The singer did her job and lapped up every single drop. Getting back on her knees, Salma composed herself. She was breathing really hard. "WHEW. Well, I'll see ya around." the georgeous starlette pasionately kissed Jennifer one more time, and left her to her wonderful thoughts.

"To hell with Sean," the singer said to the empty room.

South of the Border



Dear Reader, 

My apologies in advance to all of you who are fluent in Spanish; I am not. Although I have tried to convey what happened and what was said as faithfully as possible, it's possible I've put something in that technically doesn't make sense. Hopefully the intent comes through.

I hope you enjoy the story, and when you get to the end, please take time to click one of the stars that registers how well you liked it. On average, only one in 200 bothers to vote -- please take time and be that one. 

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It's always the eyes. 

Introductions don't tell you anything. A smile, a shake of the hand, cordial voices -- that's just being polite. But walk into a cocktail party, step into an elevator, pass a woman on the street -- when your eyes meet -- there is no denying it. A young, beautiful woman is sure of herself. She knows what you have and what she has are a matching set. And you, as a red-blooded male, would jump at the chance of putting those matched sets together. 

If she's young and innocent and you're about her age, and if she doesn't have some rock dragging her left hand to the ground, chances are good the eyes are saying, "Why don't you come on over and say hello?" If she's not so young, the same age doesn't necessarily mean so much; why else are we hearing so much about cougars these days? 

Her eyes may tell you that she is taken, but she'll be civil; or, that she's interested, or not; or that you just aren't her type, even though she's never met you. It all comes down to eye contact. No matter how friendly the handshake, no matter how pleasant the "hello," it's all about the eye contact.

Does everyone understand this simple concept? Let's have a count here, all those that disagree? Ah yes... always at least one, two... Ok, so much for the "no's," and now, those that agree?

It's confirmed, the "Eyes" have it.

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It was the last day of the project, at least for me. I'd answered the call and walked away from my pending summer vacation to help solve the problems, and luckily they'd been minor. Puebla, Mexico, a scant 80 miles from Mexico City, is a world away from the United States. I had been absorbed into a multi-national team; I had Swiss, Swedish, Finnish and German coworkers, as well as some local help. 

The differences between my co-workers and I were minor -- mostly about 20 years on the average. I'd been married, they hadn't. I went back to the hotel at night, solved problems and sent e-mails while they went to the local bars to chase skirts; at least one had hooked up with a local girlfriend. For the most part, I wasn't interested in chasing skirts or getting drunk, although I've done some of that in the past. I remembered well the things the "old man" used to say to us, back when I was one of the kids. Now, I was the "old man," making the project easier, passing on the experiences learned at the School of Hard Knocks to the "new kids".

But, it was Friday, and I was leaving on a mid-morning flight Saturday, to return to my re-scheduled, well deserved, time off. With the project accomplished, there was no reason not to go out and play -- so I succumbed to their teasing and agreed to go along.

The boys had found the local "happening" club long before; they'd been going nearly every night. It was just a fifteen minute taxi ride from the hotel; that is if you can call it a ride. "Get in, sit down, hang on and pray" was more like it. There was a seat belt, singular, as in ½ of a matched pair - for the three of us in the back and one in the front. The car itself had seen some hard usage and more than one minor fender bender but, miraculously, we arrived unscathed. I knew we were arriving when we got close; the beat of the music could be heard from a block away. 

The bouncer greeted the boys with a knowing nod of recognition but checked their ID's anyway. For some reason that I can't fathom, he didn't check my ID. Go figure. 

It didn't take long to acclimate my eyes once inside. It wasn't that much darker than the dusk outside. The dance floor was already teeming with life, but my boys told me "just wait, it gets really crazy later." 

I bought the first round of drinks; some watery semblance of a beer called "Sol" seemed to be the local favorite. I wasn't impressed, but the point seemed to be more to have something in your hands so I took one. We crowded around a stand-up table, the crowd milling around us, the fetchers wandering back from the bar with hands full of beer bottles, their skimpy dress designed to entice some not-so-skimpy tips. Pretty, Spanish speaking girls with sultry eyes flirted with the guys at our table; all the guys, that is, except for me.

It has been several years since I realized those 18 year old hotties - that were out to prove they were now adults and could raise an erection on a dead man - were no longer interested in me. On the other hand, I wasn't blind, either. If they wanted to show that they were adult, had the body to prove it, and were readily doing so, why shouldn't I look? 

I can't remember how many years it has been since I expected that a smile at a sweet young thing and buying her a beer would get me anywhere, but it was interesting to see my younger compatriots doing just exactly that. A seemingly endless stream of young Mexican señoritas stopped by the table to say "Hola, que tal?" to "my boys". Sometimes I was introduced, but most of the time they didn't know their names either. 

The music was loud enough that it was hard to have a conversation at all, but with English being the only common language, and the girls not extremely proficient in it, most of the time communication was more the nonverbal type. It had to do with smiling, offering a beer, fingers touching fingers, a hand on an arm, or asking a girl to dance -- where she understood the gesture to the dance floor more than the words themselves. This gave him an opportunity to place a hand in the small of her back, or more likely between her shoulders. And then once on the dance floor, the communication turned more into bumping and grinding, sultry looks, hands on waists drifting down to sexy bottoms. From there the hands were intercepted and moved back to waists or perhaps elsewhere, or perhaps not. In some cases the bodies closed the gap between them; touching, hands traveling elsewhere, acknowledging the physiological response of the closeness and the possibility that perhaps something more would happen later. 

I was perfectly happy being entertained by partaking in one of my favorite pastimes: people watching. The "dressed to seduce" sweet young señoritas that kept coming and going through my field of vision were pleasant to look at, but with no interest in me on their part, it was like thumbing through a girly calendar; pretty to look at but there's another one on the next page, so they really didn't hold my attention for long. I was about through the first bottle of watery cerveza, thinking of getting something perhaps a bit more adult, when our eyes met. Like I said, it's always the eyes.

My vision had moved on from the local eye candy to examining the other people in the room. The ground floor was crowded with beer drinkers to the left and a crowded dance floor to the right. On the far side of the room, stairs rose to a balcony with a bar and seats overlooking the dance floor that ran the length of the balcony. Behind the upstairs bar tables lined the wall. 

It was nearly as crowded above as it was below, the main difference being there just wasn't enough room for dancing above. But then again, the dancing below was more just moving with the beat, a chance to rub sexy bodies together; there wasn't room for real dancing.

My eyes swept the balcony, examining the people. I wasn't looking for anyone in particular, just looking. I evaluated what I was seeing as my eyes slowly traveled the room from table to table; a group of half a dozen girlfriends, pretty obviously waiting for boyfriends as they weren't on the hunt; next a couple of boys, hitting on a couple of girls -- a totally different dynamic than if they were already couples. Even from where I was watching the pick-up attempts, I could tell the guys were bragging, strutting, just trying to get the acceptance of the girls. The girls were giggling, playing shy. I smiled to myself, remembering the days when that was me. I was never good at the pick-up scene. The memories of getting shot down greatly outnumber the successful forays. My eyes moved a bit further, and there she was, looking at me.

How is it that in a room of maybe three to four hundred people, that I knew she was looking at me? Why is it that when my eyes met hers from 50 meters away, there was no doubt? I don't know how, but I did. Just as I knew that the first table I had seen was full of girls waiting for boyfriends, and the next table was a group of guys hitting on single girls, I knew that this woman was watching me.

She didn't move, she didn't acknowledge me; she just kept looking at me looking at her. My eyes kept hers for just a moment as I moved on, but when I finished my sweep, coming back across the crowded balcony, her head nodded, barely perceptibly, as my eyes found hers again. I argued to myself that she wasn't really nodding to me, but I knew better. 

I couldn't tell how old she was, only that, just like me, she was obviously more mature than the youngsters around us. Maybe 30, 32? 40 or 42? I couldn't tell from this distance. She appeared to be quite pleasant to look at, but seated behind the balcony bar, most of her body was hidden and it was difficult to tell. Although not one of the twenty something eye-candies, she'd definitely caught my eye. 

She had a hand on a bottle of beer, which even from the distance I recognized had the same label as the bottle of piss-water I had in my hand, and she was in no hurry to drink it down. I glanced down again at my beer. I still had half a bottle, but I wasn't really interested in lowering it any further. 

My coworkers were all ready to start their second round, so I headed for the bar again myself. Elbowing my way over, I ordered another round for my guys, as well as the sweet young thing, who for the last 15 minutes had been quite engrossed in my Danish compatriot, and a glass of Shiraz for me. The beers came immediately. I picked them up and took them to the table before returning for the wine. As I turned back, I glanced up again. The lady on the balcony still had a barely touched the bottle of beer in front of her. It dawned on me that she probably wasn't nursing the beer; she just wasn't appreciating it any more than I was. I wondered who she was with; no girlfriend sitting next to her, no visible male; she appeared to be alone, but why would she have ordered a beer that she didn't really like? Maybe because she didn't order it?

When the bartender slid the glass of wine toward me, I stretched my vocabulary and changed the order. "Uno mas. Dos vino, por favor." I held up two fingers to emphasize what I wanted, pointing at the full glass just to make sure he understood. Moments later I had a second glass in hand and the tab paid. I didn't return to the table. I was sure the guys could care less as to where I was or what I was doing, other than that they appreciated the beers and being gone meant one more spot for a pretty señorita to take.

The crowd slowly parted as I moved toward the stairway. I glanced up to see if she was still watching me; she wasn't. Her gaze was moving around the far side of the room, as if looking for someone. Was it presumptuous to think it was me? Although her eyes hadn't been off me any time I'd looked up earlier, somehow when I moved to the bar she lost track of me. Apparently not thinking to look on the balcony as I approached, she never saw a thing until I slid into the narrow space beside her and placed the glass of wine in front of her, pressing the stem against her fingers. Surprised, she looked over at me, recognition dawning in her eyes. "Para los niño's," I said, taking her beer bottle from her hand and setting it aside. Whereas before I'd stretched my vocabulary, now I almost exhausted it. Besides "Donde esta el bano?" and "Uno mas cerveza, por favor," I was about out of conversational Spanish. Switching to English I finished my pick up line; "Beautiful women should drink good wine." I had no idea whether she understood the words, but hoped she understood the intent.

"Gracias," she said with a smile, followed by a question that I had absolutely no clue what it was, except that it was a question. 

"I'm sorry, no hablo espanol. Hablo Inglés?" I knew enough to put the accent on the correct syllable, but that was about it. 

"Americano?"

"Si." 

She shook her head, a disappointed look on her face. Just then the couple on the opposite side of her got up to leave. She said something to them, and when they answered she immediately indicated that I should take the chair next to her. 

Just being close had allowed me to better assess the woman who had accepted my glass of wine. Not as young as I'd thought from below, I'd refined the assessment to late thirties, maybe low 40's. Except for the bar management, I'd guess we were the oldest two in the whole place. From up close, no longer blocked from view by the bar, it was also hard not to recognize that she was heavily endowed. Not that she was fat; she actually had a pretty nice body from what I could see -- but with very large breasts. 

A satiny blue blouse was form fitted over her rounded breasts, a "u" shaped neck exposing the tops to view. A lacy pattern from her bra was outlined through the material where it was pulled tight across her bust, black bra straps weren't even partly covered by the blue spaghetti straps of her blouse. A see through black lace cover-up was worn over top of everything, making the view of her cleavage all the more enticing. I wondered if she understood how her clothing was advertising as much as I did. Surely she did, everything about her dress was designed to entice the eye to her bosom.

Stylish white jeans rounded out the ensemble, and her bottom, rounded out on the chair where she was sitting, filled them quite nicely. She definitely wasn't skinny, and she definitely wasn't a kid, either. My eyes hadn't deceived me from below; she was my kind of sexy.

I slid into the chair, holding out my hand to her. "Steve," I said, then remembering my Spanish equivalent added, "Esteban." She smiled and took my proffered hand. Her hand slid into mine easily, her fingers cool to the touch, yet the feeling of electricity was unmistakable.

"Maria," she introduced herself in return. 

Now what the hell was I going to say? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't going to be in Spanish. At least I thought it wasn't. Actually there is nothing like being immersed in a language, being forced to use it, to find that maybe you know a little more than you think you do. She asked something, I recognized "trabajo" as "work," and figured she must be asking if I was here for work. 

"Si. Trabajo... aqui por" I had to stop and count silently in Spanish to get to nine, "nueve dios."

She grinned. "Nueve Di - as... ahhss" she said, correcting my pronunciation. I felt the heat of embarrassment from my face. I've done a lot of things in life that could have been embarrassing but hadn't bothered me; I've got a pretty thick skin that way. But, mispronounce a simple word in a foreign language in front of a pretty woman and I was embarrassed? Go figure. 

I rolled my eyes, and laughed self-consciously. "Oh, of course. Dios," I repeated, bowing my head and clasping my hands as if I was praying to God, indicating that I realized my mistake. Looking back up I held up a finger, "Uno Dios, nueve dias." She laughed.

I realized one of the bodies passing in my peripheral vision on the balcony hadn't moved on by. As I looked over a voice said, "My Mother doesn't speak much English." I looked sideways to find one of the twenty-something's standing slightly behind and between us. 

It's funny how fast the mind works at times. My mind recognized and appraised her words, while my eyes were registering the shape and face of the young woman standing beside us, and made the assessment that this really was her daughter, but she must have gotten her boob genes from her father's side. She had just a fraction of the probably DD boobs that her mother sported. It wasn't that I was immediately consciously appraising or comparing, it just popped into my mind. Her hand rose up to rest on her mother's shoulder.

Maria turned, immediately introducing me to her daughter. "Carmen! Este es Esteban".

"Carmen?" I acknowledged, questioning to give her the opportunity to correct me if I said it wrong, while turning more to offer my hand. "I'm afraid I don't speak much Spanish, either." 

"It didn't sound that bad to me."

"Nah, just words. I can understand a bit, but all I can really say is words." 

Maria said something to Carmen in words so fast that all I recognized was the 'nine days' again, so figured she was telling her daughter what I had said. Apparently, but not unexpectedly, my words had gotten garbled.

"Oh, you'll be here for the next week or so?" 

"No, I've already been here nine days. I've got a flight out tomorrow."

"Oh," turning to her mother, I presume she explained the misunderstanding in Spanish. Turning back to me, she said "Would you and mother like to join me and my friends?" She must have already discussed this with her mother as Maria was already standing up, taking her glass of wine with her. I didn't need to answer; the commotion at the table behind us let me know where we were going and Maria had made the decision. Two girls and one young man were making room at the table for us to add two more chairs. 

Now with a translator and a few new bodies in place, we started all over again with the questions. Maria and I sat next to each other and for the next few minutes I pretty much answered questions about what I had been doing, where I was from, the whole nine yards. 

I found out that Carmen and her boyfriend had come with her two friends to hang out and probably meet up with some other friends at the bar, and after weeks of asking, for the first time they had finally enticed Maria to come with them. Carmen began to fill me in on Maria, obviously sharing only what she thought I needed to know. A widow, Carmen's father had died almost two years before. Carmen was 22, Maria was 39. I made a big show of surprise that Maria could possibly be that old, which led to a round of laughter. When it settled down, I felt Maria's leg touching mine. It was crowded, but not that crowded, however she made no effort to move it away. 

When the drinks ran low, I offered to buy a round if someone would come help carry, which led to a discussion between the girls about something. Carmen finally explained apologetically that although the offer was appreciated, the girls weren't really all that interested in the beer. They were more interested in leaving the bottle almost empty, hoping that someone would offer to buy them a round, thereby giving a conversation starter and an opportunity to meet guys. Again I felt like an idiot; it had been umpteen years since I'd spent any time in a hook up bar. I bailed myself out by explaining that I'd been brought to the bar by my co-workers, who were here with the same idea, and that they were going to be here for a few more weeks. Maria pointed out the table where my boys were hanging -- thereby confirming she had been looking at me since I didn't have to say where it was -- and the two girls conversed among themselves for about 4 seconds before they agreed they'd go with me to "get drinks." Drinks, plus girls, plus guys, translated to me carrying two hands full of drinks back to the balcony as Carmen's two friends -- surprise, surprise -- decided to stay below with the boys that I had just introduced them to.




South of the Border



The two extra chairs disappeared almost immediately to other tables, but Maria didn't move away. I slid back into my chair, and as I settled in next to Maria her hand slid over onto my knee. I hadn't come to the bar with the explicit idea of hooking up with anyone, but I was more than beginning to get the idea that Maria had. I spread my legs slightly, coming in contact with Maria's, and her hand slipped over my knee to the inside of my leg. I had my hands on the table and kept them that way, playing with my new glass of wine instead. 

I'm not sure what it was about Maria. Perhaps it was that she appeared to be more mature; it could have been that she'd obviously given signs of interest in me; but yet, I wasn't looking to hook up for a one night fling either. I recognized that I was attracted, just her putting her hand on my leg had helped my cock to swell a bit, and the thoughts in my mind began to move into evaluating the possibilities for the evening. She was definitely giving all the signs of interest. Abruptly, I asked her if she wanted to dance. When she looked puzzled, I stood up and held out my hand as Carmen translated. 

Something passed between them in Spanish. Maria was eventually satisfied and stood. Taking my hand, I led her down to the floor.

There was very little actual dancing happening on the floor. Before, the place had been crowded, now it was insane. "Dancing" was just bumping and grinding, both with partners and anyone else that was within touching range, which was multiple people of either sex. Whether we wanted to or not, we had a lot of body contact. 

Standing well above Maria, every time I looked down I found myself peering into the cavern of her cleavage, enhanced by her breasts pressing against my stomach and chest. We were pressed together by lack of space. All I could hope was that she didn't find the bump from my semi-swollen penis offensive. She made no indication as to whether she had noticed or not, but I knew as she pressed against me, my cock was between us and she had to have felt me just as I was feeling her breasts mashed against me.

We gave it up after three or four songs. I pointed back upstairs, and taking her hand began inching us toward the stairs. Once at the table, we were back to asking and answering questions, Carmen unsatisfactorily being the translator due to the volume of the music. When we were about out of drinks, I suggested that we should go down and I would have my guys buy us drinks this time. I told them I'd bought three rounds so far, and with having hooked them up with two pretty girls, they definitely owed me. I said I really could care less about them buying drinks, but after they had been giving me a hard time all week about not coming out to the bars with them at night, I wanted to make sure they knew that I had hooked them up with girls in an hour when they'd been coming here for a week without doing it. Carmen explained to her mother what I had said, and after everyone got done laughing, Maria and I headed down to their table while Carmen and her boyfriend stayed to make sure we kept our table. 

When we got down to the dance floor, I realized what they had meant when they said it was insane. It was idiotic to even think about it. By now it was so crowded it would have taken an hour just to pick our way from the bar to the table and back. Instead, I just bought another round for ourselves, and we headed back to the balcony. By the time we got back, I'd had my fill of the club.

Conversation, which before had been difficult at best, was now virtually impossible. Carmen was trying to say something, so I leaned forward against the table to hear, and in so doing partially blocked her view of her mother, Maria. Whether or not she knew her mother had put her hand on my leg, I'm certain that when Maria slid her hand back a bit further, resting it on my cock, Carmen did not see that. As I sat back, her hand again slid forward onto my leg. I looked at Maria, she gave me a pleasant little smile, but her eyes were smoldering, asking me, "Did you get the message?"

I nodded my head toward the door and raised my eyebrows in the universal "you wanna get out of here?" signal. I hadn't meant it for anyone but Maria, but Carmen, the protective daughter, caught it. Her eyes narrowed, with what I presume meant "You're not leaving with him are you?" spilling from her lips in Spanish. 

And so began a low key conversation between mother and daughter, at least as low key as is possible in a crowded nightclub where normal voice levels can't even be heard, and in a language that I couldn't follow. Maria assured her that she was ready to leave, that I was ready to leave, and that we were going together. Carmen argued that she didn't really know me. We'd had fun for the last hour or so, but this was going too far. Maria argued back, and with a final "Mama!" from Carmen that I'm sure meant "I can't believe you're really going to do this," she stood up. Capitulating, Carmen shouted to me, "How are you getting her home? She came with us." 

I pulled out a business card for the Crowne Plaza where I was staying, wrote my name and cell phone number on the back and handed it to her. "My Cell Phone," I shouted back, pulling the phone out of my pocket and showing it to her at the same time to be sure that she knew what I was saying. Turning, I took Maria's hand and she stood up. Glancing back, Carmen was still standing, the business card in hand, a disapproving frown on her face. I smiled, nodded, and mouthed, "It's okay." I've got no idea whether she understood me or not.

Maria slid only to the middle of the taxi's back seat. Sliding in beside her, her hand immediately went onto my thigh, sliding well up toward my crotch. Her hand wrapped around the inside of my leg, the back of her arm pressed against my rapidly engorging erection which was extending down the opposite pant leg. Maria saved me from explaining our destination to the taxi driver. Besides everything else she said that I didn't understand, I did understand "Crowne Plaza". Leaning towards Maria, intending to kiss her, I instead found myself flung backward against the seat as the driver -- who apparently only knew two speeds, stop and go -- stepped on it. Whipping the wheel to the left he accelerated much harder than he needed to onto the nearly deserted street. Another roller coaster ride from hell, and 15 minutes later we were back to my hotel.

Although I knew my room was where we were really headed, taking Maria's hand we first went into the bar. I told the bartender we wanted a bottle and then realizing that I was presuming, I asked Maria; "Vino Rojo or Vino Blanco?" Her immediate answer of "Rojo" said that I should have just gone with my gut and ordered. I asked the bartender for a suggestion. He ran through his selection, I stopped him when he reached a Zinfandel that I recognized. 

We didn't stay in the bar long; we both knew we really hadn't come back to the hotel to drink wine. A couple of sips, and when I picked up my glass and the bottle, and indicated toward the hotel rooms with my eyes, Maria just smiled and picked up her own glass. With Maria's hand on my arm, we wandered through the hotel, across the central courtyard to my ground-floor room.

I topped Maria's glass from the few swallows the she had actually taken, and then did the same with mine before stepping forward to put the bottle on the table. As I did, Maria stepped forward, taking my now free hand in hers and set her glass on the table beside the bottle. Reaching for my other hand, I brought it forward and she took my glass from me, setting it on the table beside hers. 

Her hand reached up to my face, I bent slightly to meet her touch. Her fingers slid along my cheek, behind my ear, to the back of my neck. The gentle pressure of her hand pulled my head down further, her face tilting up to me. Her eyes closed, our lips met and her body melted against me, her warm lips pressing against mine. I closed my eyes, and savored her mouth, the flavor of Zinfandel greeting me. I slid my hand down her back onto her hip and then back up her side, insinuating it between us, finding her breast, squeezing it gently through her clothes. I realized there was no need for a gentle seduction; she was already breathing heavily, almost panting with desire. Her hands came between us, fumbling at the buttons on my shirt.

Suddenly, the gentle kiss was gone. Our mouths fought to stay together as our hands ripped at each other's clothes. I got the lacy over-blouse unbuttoned and onto her shoulders and she pulled it from there as my hands moved to finish unbuttoning my own shirt. Catching my shoes with one toe, I stepped out of them, dropping my shirt on top. Reaching over I took the blue spaghetti strap blouse, pulling it from her pants, as her hands reached back to me and began fumbling with my belt buckle. I got the blouse loose and began to lift, while she raised her arms allowing me to pull it over her head.

The black lacy bra she wore was intended for support, not to hide. The large dark brown, almost black, circles of her nipples and areola were visible through the thin lace of the material. I reached for her pants, but she withdrew her hands from my belt and took over, getting them loose, shinnying them off her hips and down her legs in a fraction of the time that I could. Likewise I had my pants undone, stepping out of them before hers hit the floor. She reached behind her back for her bra strap. I stopped her, my hands gripping her arms. "No, let me." 

Whether she understood the words, she understood the meaning and the lustful look in my eyes. I looked her in the face and, sliding my hands over her shoulders, I hugged her to me. My hands traced the spaghetti straps down her back to the wider strip at the bottom, followed that to the middle where, for once, my hands were actually in sync with the bra clasp. Coming undone with surprising ease, I pulled it back towards the front of her body, over her arms. Stepping back as I did so, the cups fell away from her breasts. I dropped the bra where we stood, an arm's length between us, my eyes devouring her mammoth girls now exposed to my gaze.

Her eyes looked into my face, and her lower lip went between her teeth. I sensed a sudden shyness, as her arms almost rose to cover herself. "Está bien? she asked. I wasn't sure quite what she meant, but understood that "bien" meant "good."

"Oh my God, Maria, you are more than good. You're gorgeous, you're beautiful. Muy, muy, bien. Muy bonita." Reaching for her shoulders I pulled her to me, my hands sliding onto her now bare breasts, underneath, lifting and supporting, my thumbs rubbing across her partially erect nipples. 

Truthfully her breasts were massive, too large to really lift one-handed. As I lifted, they would roll off to one side, I satisfied myself with just fondling and playing with her nipples. Her eyes closed, the tip of her tongue was visible between her lips, a ragged breath escaping through her nose. I stroked her nipples with my thumbs, rolling them in circles, feeling them enlarging as I did so. Pulling her closer with gentle pressure from my hands underneath her breasts, she stepped forward and I put my arms around her. Crushing her against my chest, our mouths once again mashed together in a passionate kiss.

Her hands went behind me, sliding into my boxers and onto my bare ass. One cheek in each hand, she pulled me against her as hard as I'd been holding her against me. My cock trapped between us, she rubbed back and forth, obviously feeling my erection. Easily picking her up in my arms, her legs wrapped behind me as I carried her to the bed. I sat her down. Realizing I still had socks on, I rose up one leg and then the other to flip them off. Reaching for my boxers she said, "No! Yo quiero." 

I didn't have a clue what that meant except for the word "no," which is recognized almost everywhere in the world for what it is. I stopped. Her hands came behind my ass once more, pulling me forward until my legs were against the bed. Her hands moved back to the side, and she began to slide my shorts down my legs. She slid a hand to the front pulling my shorts away from my body and over the top of my upward pointing cock and then continued sliding them down my legs. Once she got them over my thighs they fell quite easily, and I stepped out. Standing in front of her naked, my cock in her face, she just looked at it and then up at me and smiled. 

She reached out with her right hand and touched my stomach with the back of her hand. Her fingers stroked all around my erection, across my legs and belly, moving closer and closer to my cock which twitched involuntarily when she first touched it. She ran her fingertips from the head to base before she wrapped her cool fingers around me and began slowly stroking. When she leaned forward I thought she was going to suck me into her mouth, but instead she began touching it to her face, stroking it with my cock. Her eyes closed. I wasn't sure whether she was stroking my cock with her face or stroking her face with my cock. Probably a bit of both.

I reached down to her breasts once again, kneading, squeezing and fondling her mammoth girls. Her breasts were the largest, natural or artificial, that I'd ever seen or touched in person. Her nipples -- already nearly as large in diameter as a dime -- expanded to my touch even as her previously smooth areola crinkled around them. Now as big as berries, they were large enough to play with on their own and I began rolling them in my fingers. 

She continued softly rubbing my cock against her face, putting the head against her eyelids, rubbing the shaft against her cheeks and nose. Her free hand slid down underneath to fondle my balls, finally opening her mouth, and pressing her lips against the base. Her tongue slipped between her lips, she stroked up the shaft wetly with her lips and tongue. She knew her way around a cock; she stopped at the sweet spot, sucked the loose skin there between her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, sliding her head just a bit higher, finally taking the tip into her mouth, her lips wrapped just over the ridge. 

"Oh my God, Maria," I groaned.

She continued sucking me, her tongue caressing the head, her right hand wrapped around it and slowly stroking while her left hand was fondling my package below. The exquisite sensation was almost too much to take. 

She had started with just the head, but I realized as she was moving on my cock, she was slowly working more of my erection into her mouth. Each time she applied suction she would slide another fraction of an inch down; her lips no longer just over the ridge. When she got just that fraction of an inch further than where she'd been before, she'd back off, wet her lips with saliva and slowly suck her way back down again, going just another fraction further.

I hadn't even really thought of sex in the last two weeks while I'd been in Mexico. With the constant long hours at work, there hadn't been time to think of anything else. Whether it was Maria's technique, the several weeks since I'd had sex, or the unexpectedness of our tryst, she had me ready to blow as quickly as any blow job I've ever had. The sensation was exquisite, but I wasn't ready to, or rather I didn't want to, cum yet. I lifted my hands to Maria's shoulders and began to gently press backwards. She looked up at me, questioningly. 

"No, no, it's very good." I said and then realizing I was speaking English said again, "Bien! Muy, muy Bien". She smiled, released her hold on me and lay back onto the bed.

I leaned over her and kissed her lips. Rolling beside her, her mouth against mine, her hand went behind my head to hold me. Her other hand stroked down my chest, across my hair, finding my nipple, tweaking it, then traversing across to my other nipple, playing with it. My upper hand was once again fondling and caressing her breasts and nipples, exploring her body. I sensed her breathing was becoming less than controlled; every touch from my hand, whether just on her belly or something more sensitive, elicited another quiver in her breathing, another shudder in her body.

Always moving lower, my hand had reached her panties; black lacy see-through nothings that matched her bra. Sliding my hand over them, I could feel her warmth, the fullness of her mound and the wetness; her panties were damp with her arousal. She moaned, lifting her crotch into my hand, and I pressed in. The cloth prevented me from actually penetrating but I spread her lips enough that I could feel the hard little nub of her clitoris, which elicited a gasp from Maria when I touched it. Rubbing back and forth, I felt it slip from one side to the other under my finger, moans of pleasure escaping from her mouth into mine.

Sliding my hand back, I easily slipped my fingers under the elastic edge and down, finding her pubic hair that had been visible through her lacy underwear. This time, my finger easily slipped inside her, her legs spreading wider, her body twitching to the pleasure of my touch. Slipping a second finger inside, I finger fucked her for a few moments, the cloth of her panties trapping my hand from being as effective as I knew it could be in pleasuring her. I did not think it would really make that much difference, as hot and aroused as Maria was, but I didn't like her panties trapping my hand. Sliding my hand back out, I caught the edge of the material and began to insinuate it over her hips. I slipped one side down an inch or so, then moving over to the other side I began to slide it down, expecting her to raise her bottom off the bed to help. Instead, quite suddenly, her hand gripped mine.

"Puedo quedar embarazada, necesitamos algo," she said with an almost embarrassed, pleading, look on her face. I didn't recognize anything she said except for "embarrassed," but I eased my assault on her last piece of clothing.

"Shhh," I soothed, raising my hand up to her face and stroking her cheek. "It's okay. You're a beautiful, sexy, woman. You don't have a thing to be embarrassed about." Mindful of what I understood was her embarrassment, I slowed my pace, returning to suckle her near nipple while my hand rolled her other nipple at the same time. She relaxed somewhat; I heard a moan of pleasure as her fingers stroked the back of my head. I didn't know whether she understood a thing I said, but I'm sure she understood the feeling of my voice and words.

Releasing her nipple from my mouth, I slid back off the bed, standing on the floor and I pushed her legs together before I climbed back up, straddling her body. Pressing my cock and balls against her belly I slithered and squirmed against her, gradually moving higher. She recognized almost immediately what I was doing; as my cock slipped between her breasts she pushed them together creating a valley for me to fuck. A smile went over her face. Somehow I knew I was not the first man to have a cock between her gorgeous breasts. Her eyes watched as my cock appeared and disappeared between them as I slowly fucked her tits. When her tongue came out, reaching for my cock head as I reached the top of my stroke, I pushed just that little bit further and stopped momentarily, allowing her to tongue me. 

She'd obviously done this before, she knew exactly how to suckle my cock, her lips caressing, her tongue swirling and teasing exquisitely. The sensation reminded me that she had almost sucked me off just minutes before. "My God Maria, you know how to use your tongue!" I knew she didn't have a clue what I said, but she knew intimately my meaning, as on the very next stroke she raised her head and did her best to engulf my cock into her warm inviting mouth once again. Seeing the strain of her holding her head up, I reached to help as her tongue and lips caressed me.




South of the Border



Pulling my cock back from her mouth, I slowly slithered my body back down hers until I was once again lying on top of her. I could feel her hard nipples, large and inviting, pressing against my chest; my erection between our bodies, pressing against the softness of her belly. I ran my hand down her side and underneath; my fingers caressing her hip and slipping under her bottom. I kissed her lips. She responded, hungrily sucking my tongue into her mouth just as she had my cock moments before. I rose slightly, leaned to one side to allow my hand to explore her breasts once again. I trailed the kiss from her lips and chin and neck, gradually kissing my way down her body. I slid my own body back and out of the way until I was on the floor. Pressing against her body, I urged her to scoot up further onto the bed.

Pushing her legs apart, moving my body between hers to prevent them from coming together again, I bent my head to her body. Lifting her breasts, I kissed their under-side, slowly moving my tongue and kisses down her belly. I snaked my tongue into her belly button which apparently tickled, as she giggled and pushed my head away. 

I continued lower on her body with my mouth while my hands, which had been stroking her legs, slid up her thighs. Forcing her legs wider, I insinuated my left fingers under her panties, pushing them to the middle until they slipped over her lip. Rising to my knees, I looked down to see her panties were now splitting her pussy, one meaty lip exposed. Moving my hand to the other side, I pulled the other side of her panties to the middle so they covered nothing but her clit. Stroking and fondling her pussy lips, I pressed into her body, rubbing them, pulling on them, touching everything except the sensitive button at the top of her slit. I pulled her panties aside so that I could once again slip a finger inside of her. At first, she tensed, but when all I did was slip my fingers into her pussy one more time, she relaxed.

I couldn't figured it out, these mixed messages that I was getting. Just where was she coming from? This was a warm, beautiful woman with a beautiful daughter. She'd had a husband, she knew her way around a cock, she was no virgin, and she'd come with me, ostensibly for sex. She had let me know that she wanted to come with me, and when I had indicated that we should come to my room she had readily agreed. She practically stripped me of my clothes, and although neither of us had as yet had an orgasm, there was no doubt that she wanted -- no, rather that she needed -- to orgasm.

Still slowly working my mouth down her body, I had reached her pubic hair. My finger caressed inside her, but her writhing was obviously attempting to get my hand to touch her clit. The more she twisted into my hand, the more I avoided her need. Instead I kissed still lower. As my mouth almost reached where I could tongue her, her hand came over and touched my head. I looked up to her face, an expression of "What are you doing?" readily apparent on her face

"It's okay, Maria. Trust me." Her hand, against my head as she was gently trying to push it aside, eased its pressure. I'm sure she didn't understand my words, but she understood the meaning, and regardless of whether she understood or not I stopped the downward motion of my face. Instead, while smiling up at her, I touched her clit with my thumb. 

She jerked in response, a sharp gasp escaping from her mouth, her eyes going wide with surprise and pleasure. That's what she thought she had been wanting, and I gave it to her unexpectedly. Playing with her pussy expertly, two fingers inside her, I brought my other hand over to caress her clit more gently than I could with my thumb. Her stomach contracted in response to my touch, her hips rising to push herself against me. When her eyes closed, I leaned forward just that little bit more and replaced my fingers with my tongue.

I'm guessing that her eyes flashed open, but I wasn't looking anymore. Her mouth spewed Spanish. I don't know the words but I'm sure she was saying "no, don't do that! That's nasty!" But I continued, my tongue caressing her clit, the protests diminishing, her body responding more and more. I recognized as her pelvis rose, her juices flooding my fingers, her verbal protests changing to just panting and moans. Her fingers were gripping the bed, trying to hold herself down even as her hips were rising, her back arching, to meet my mouth. At last, with a gurgling scream, her body spasmed in orgasm. Her stomach contracted, her hips shook, her clit -- swollen to twice as large as it had been when I started -- throbbed beneath my tongue. I stilled my motions, just holding my tongue against her nub, feeling it throb several times more. As her body quieted, I heard a sob. Pulling myself from her pussy, I couldn't resist running my tongue a little lower, tasting her juices and then dragging it across her clit one more time, a shiver running through her in response as I moved my body next to her in bed.

Her face immediately turned to mine, her eyes wide in wonderment as her hand reached up to stroke my cheek. 

"Madre de Dios," she whispered her eyes cloudy with droplets of tears. She wasn't sad, I wasn't quite sure what that crying was about, but I instantly forgot it as her mouth attacked mine. My hands were once again stroking her body, which apparently didn't need much stroking. She pushed me sideways just that little bit onto my back, her mouth now lavishing kisses on me. 

Her kisses left my lips, covering my face, while her hands were all over my chest. She rolled over on top of me, sitting up on my stomach. I helped push her upright, and marveled again at her massive breasts. Lifting one with both hands, my fingers seeking her nipples, I pushed them back and forth watching them wobble above me. She giggled at my play. Raising my head I pulled her nipples to my mouth as her fingers were twiddling my own. Leaning down, again pressing her breasts to my chest and hands, she returned to passionately installing more kisses onto my neck, onto my chest, finding and sucking every inch of my upper body. 

Her hand reached between us, finding my cock and gripping it. She looked back at my face, a devilish glint in her eye. I knew what she was going to do even before she did, so was not surprised when she slid down and once again wrapped her breasts around my cock. As massive as they were she didn't have to hold them together to fuck my cock but she did, her fingers wrapped over the front stroking her own nipples.

She moved her body up and down - she was obviously familiar with this position. I suspected her late husband had been a fan of fucking her tits. As pleasant as it was, it paled in comparison when she slid further down and holding my cock upright with one hand lowered her mouth onto my erection. Something about the way she was doing this, I could tell this was no longer foreplay; she intended to suck me off.

Her body was now down to my legs, practically out of reach, but I got enough attention that she moved sideways where I could reach her, at least with one hand. Laying on her side, my cock in her mouth most of the time, her eyes were open looking at my face. With my left hand I went from nipple to nipple, stroking each in turn. I ran my hand across her belly towards her panties. This time, when I could only reach her with a hand, for the first time she willingly raised her upper leg, opening herself to my fingers' caress. Her panties had slipped back into place from my earlier touches, but she readily allowed me to move them aside again. Her pussy was wet. I easily slipped one and then another finger into her, stroking inside momentarily before sliding them back up so that her clit rode in the groove of my well lubricated fingers. 

I could sense the heightening arousal of her body as I stroked her, the sudden contractions of her stomach, moving her crotch against my fingers, occasionally losing concentration of the action that her mouth was doing to my cock. But always she came back, forgetting her own pleasure. This time she wanted to make sure that I came. I managed to hold off my own peak, but she didn't. I recognized the uncontrollable clinching and spasming of her pussy and lower body as she came the second time, yet she hungrily continued working on my cock until I too, came.

She took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my cock head. She made no attempt to swallow, just sucking twirling, letting me cum, excess dribbling out of her mouth. As soon as my cock had quit throbbing, she moved aside, spitting whatever was left onto my belly, and then returned to suck my rapidly shrinking erection into her mouth again. A bit of my semen came late; she took it into her mouth, spit it again and returned to my cock until she'd expertly sucked me dry. Although she wasn't a swallower, she was every bit as good as anyone that has ever sucked my cock. For the moment, both of us at least temporarily satisfied, she crawled back up beside me, snuggling into my arm. I stroked her arm, getting quite drowsy as we relaxed until we finally dozed off. 

I realized vaguely when she stirred and moved away in bed. I woke enough as she climbed out to watch her move to the bathroom. I heard her pee, followed by water running in the sink. A moment later she was back on the bed, where she wiped and washed away the glob of semen that she had spit on my belly. When she returned a second time and snuggled back into my arm, I had awoken from my dozing enough to begin to stroke her body one more time.

Her nipples had shrunken back into her breasts but they responded appreciatively as I began to stroke them with my fingertips. Swirling gently around them, they grew to my gentle teasing. She lay there in my arms, watching my fingers on her body and for the first time since our first few minutes together said something in English. "You like?"

"Oh God, Maria." I said, my eyes traversing from her breasts to her eyes. "I like very much." Trailing a finger up her body, I touched her cute pug nose and said "I like." Moving down to her lips I repeated the phrase and again as I lifted and squeezed a massive breast, as I twirled a finger around her now more pronounced nipple, yet again as I stuck a finger into her belly button. When my hand reached her panties, I said nothing as I slowly worked down inside feeling her pubic hair, slipping between her lips, and drawing a finger back out until it rested on her clitoris. She didn't say anything, but I could see her growing desire as I looked into her eyes. 

"Are you ready to do it again?" I could tell from the look of puzzlement she didn't understand. "Uno Mas?" (One more) I asked her, not having a clue how else to ask her if she was ready for another round.

She smiled, pulling her bottom lip once again between her teeth, in that adorable way that said she was going to ask something. I saw the hesitation, and then her finger came up, touched my lip and then she slid her hand down between her legs, touching her panties over pussy. At first I didn't click on what was she was asking, but when she shyly stuck the tip of her tongue out, at the same time tapping her panties I understood what she was asking. And just like that, with sudden clarity, it all came together; her trying to keep me from going down on her to begin with and now her wide-eyed asking for it. I was suddenly certain she had never had anyone perform oral sex on her before. It was obvious she was adept, actually quite good at sucking cock, but I doubted her husband, or anyone before him if there was someone, had ever gone down on her.

When I understood exactly what she meant, I didn't hesitate. Kissing my way down her body she allowed me to pull her panties aside. I took my time, making love to her pussy with my mouth and tongue and fingers, lying between her legs where she could not even touch me. She tried to get me to move sideways but I resisted, staying where I was, where she could do nothing but just lie there and allow me to love her. For some reason she still wouldn't allow me to remove her panties, but allowed me to pleasure her with them moved aside; sucking, nibbling, and tonguing her pussy. I slipped my tongue as deeply into her vagina as I could. I tongued her perineum and sucked her pussy lips and her clitoris, finally finishing her off -- after I had her writhing in ecstasy -- with my tongue on her clit and two fingers inside. She reached orgasm and I kept her there, at her peak, quivering and shaking until once again she was literally crying in pleasure.

I slid up beside her in bed, her arms immediately going around me, holding me close. She made no attempt to stop her crying this time, her muted gasps of "Madre de Dios" muffled against my shoulder. I stroked her hair, just holding her as she composed herself. Her sobs died off, her face turned up to mine. Our lips met again in a soft embrace. "Tan Bueno, Tan Bueno" she said. I recognized she must be telling me it was good, whether that was the exact translation or not.

We lay there together, my erection resting against her leg, until she reached down, grasped me with her hand and began to slowly stroke me. I let her play with me for a few moments before rolling more onto my back. I slid my hands along her shorter body, over her back and into her panties under her bottom. I squeezed her bare flesh, and moving my hands back up I caught the edge of her underwear and began to inch them down one more time. No sooner had I begun to move her underwear off her body than immediately I saw panic in her eyes. I stopped my fingers immediately, but I just didn't understand. "What's the matter, Maria?"

I don't know whether she understood or not but she answered, "Por favor, no puedo. No puedo quedar embarazada." 

There it was again, and still I didn't understand. "Por favor," I recognized as" Please," and "embarrassed" I also recognized. Here she was again saying, "Please I don't want to be embarrassed"? I pulled my hands from her underwear, and realized that although I had an erection, I really needed to go to the bathroom also. I was frustrated, I felt she really wanted to make love, but something wasn't translating. I rolled away from her and off the bed, realizing that suddenly my revitalized erection wasn't quite as rigid as it had been. "El Bano," I told her as I headed for the bathroom. Despite my flagging erection, it still took a couple of minutes standing over the toilet before I could get it to drop enough to allow me to pee. Once I began, the multiple glasses of wine and beer that I'd had all came out, and I peed like a racehorse.

As I was standing there peeing, I felt Maria's hands on my back. She ran them down to my butt, slid up behind me, her arms going around my waist, her breasts mashed against my back. I finished peeing, but stood there for a moment feeling her voluptuous body against my back. My erection began to rise again, whether she could see me in the mirror or just sensed it, her hands lowered until they found my cock which, one more time, rapidly grew to full erection in her skilled hands.

I shook my head, not understanding. She loved playing with my cock. She loved having me go down on her. She loved me fingering her. She'd sucked my dick without hesitation. How, after all that, she could be embarrassed about her pussy I wasn't sure. But, despite her embarrassment, as long she would allow me to push her panties aside as I had when I went down on her, we could still fuck that way. Reaching into my shaving kit on the back of the toilet I found the package of condoms that I always have and took them out. Turning, I slipped my arm around her nearly naked body, guiding her before me as we moved back to the bedroom. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her body to me. Standing before me, her breasts were exactly at mouth level. Although she definitely needed a firm support bra while dressed, they were to my eye, absolutely perfect. Fondling her melons with both hands, I thumbed her nipples, lifted her breasts in my hands, sucking first one and then the other of her areola and the attached nub into my mouth. I hadn't hid the condoms when we returned to the bedroom, I'd merely dropped them onto the bed as I'd sat down. Now, while I nuzzled and suckled her breasts she suddenly gasped, "Tiene condones?"

I pulled away from her breast to see what she was saying just as she bent beside me and grabbed the package of condoms to hold them before me accusingly. I don't know exactly what she had said but she repeated, "Yo tiene condones?" which sounded something like "condoms" so I acknowledged them with a nod. 

"Yeah, I had condoms in the bathroom. They were in..." She pushed me back onto the bed, devouring me with a kiss as she did so. I realized that somehow before she must have been telling me that we had to use condoms or no play time, and sure enough, this time when I reached for her panties, there was no turning aside. There was no coy little move to distract me, nor any claim of embarrassment. She waited while I slipped her panties over her thighs, and reaching to take them with her own hand flipped them off her legs onto the floor. For the first time both of us were totally naked. 

With a sigh of delight she pushed me onto my back and settled herself onto me so that the folds of her labia caressed my dick. She leaned forward, sliding her pussy up and down along my cock. I could tell she was rubbing her clitoris against my erection. Sliding back and sitting up, she held me upright between her legs, opened the foil and expertly unrolled a condom onto me. 

There was no question about how we were going to do it, she merely rose up and with her hand directed my now raincoat covered erection into her waiting warmth.

Whereas before we had been adventuresome and exploratory with each other, now that Maria knew I had condoms, she was insatiable. The obvious apprehension about having sexual intercourse gone, she was a ready and willing partner who was either a nymphomaniac, or a woman who had done without for way too long. Having already cum once, and wearing a condom, my build-up was slow enough and the sensation weak enough that Maria had orgasm after orgasm before I finally came the second time. 

This was a woman who loved to screw, and knew how two bodies were supposed to fit together. We would do it in one position for a while, and then move to another. We would do that position for a while and then move to a third. She knew just what she needed to get herself off in every position; and even though it was quite some time before I purposely allowed myself to cum again, we both thoroughly enjoyed the coupling of our bodies.

We collapsed into each other's arms, after I'd cum again, and fell asleep. I don't know how long we slept, but it was after five when she woke me again, her hand playing with my penis, trying to get a reaction from me. I awoke slowly, gradually realizing what was happening, and began stroking Maria's back and bottom with the lower part of the arm that her head was resting on. Although I was slightly beginning to respond to her caress, I felt grungy. 

When I rose and said "let's go take a shower," indicating washing motions with my hands, she understood perfectly. I washed her body and she washed mine, and by the time we were done I was once again totally erect and ready. We dried each other off, and when we were done, she laughingly led me back to the bed with my cock. 

The bed was virtually destroyed, even though we had never even crawled under the covers. I pulled the comforter and top sheet down, giving us clean sheets to crawl in on. She took pillows, plumped them against the headboard and sat down, her back and head against the pillows. Sliding in next to her I leaned in and began suckling and playing with her breasts again. She just sat there, most of my body out of her reach, her hand stroking the back of my head. She spread her legs for me, I let one hand slide down between her legs and soon enough she was dripping wet again. I looked over to the bedside table where the package of condoms were and motioned for them. They were out of my reach, although she could have reached for them, she didn't. I looked into her face and found an impish look. She'd understood me perfectly, but hadn't followed through. Knowing that I wasn't going to fuck her without a condom, nor did I want to, I wasn't sure what was happening. Something about her impish look, I looked at her sideways with my own smile in return and asked "What are you up to?" 




South of the Border



In response, she pulled her lower lip between her teeth for maybe the hundredth time, and in doing so, looked like a schoolgirl about to do something naughty. She reached down to my face and touched my lips with a finger. This time I understood exactly what she desired. 

"Ahh!" I said in a tone that indicated I had understood. "My sweet little Mexican mama likes having a tongue on her pussy?" I knew she didn't understand a word I was saying but when I repositioned her, scooted her down so that her back and head were flat on the bed and put a pillow under her bottom, she knew perfectly well that I understood. Spreading her legs I crawled between them, until my face approached her promised land. Finding her hips still too low, I motioned for her to give me a second pillow and lifting her legs I positioned the second one so that now her bottom and pussy were readily displayed. This time when I crawled between her legs, her pussy was perfectly positioned so that I could comfortably pleasure her with my tongue and still look into her face. With her legs raised it allowed me to snake my arms underneath them and play with her breasts while my mouth feasted on her most womanly parts. In this position her massive breasts were totally balanced on top of her chest, gravity pulling them flat so they squeezed out in all directions. Her nipples, which I had been sucking on just moments before, were hard, reddish brown ornaments protruding from light brown skin.

This time, I was well past needing a release of my own and decided before I started I was going to continue until she begged me to stop. I don't know how long I went at it, but my tongue was beginning to ache when she finally grabbed my head and with a quavering voice said, "Madre de Dios! No mas! No mas!" 

I had teased her mercilessly; she proved to be multi-orgasmic, at least orally. I took her over the top four times, her fourth orgasm being the one where she finally begged me to stop. From where I was between her legs, but looking at her breasts and face, I could see a rosy color on her upper chest that had not been there before. I didn't back off immediately, my lips resting against her pussy, but I withdrew my tongue into my mouth, allowing it to rest. 

Maria's eyes closed, I felt her body beginning to relax. Her body contracted away from me in a sharp spasm when I kissed her clit, but I was already rising, sliding off the bed and stepped to the end table for the box of condoms. Her eyes followed me, and watched as I rolled another condom onto my erection. I slid back into place onto the bed between her legs. "Todavía quieres las almohadas?" she asked, her hand reaching for the pillows. I had no idea what that meant.

"Leave them," I answered, shaking my head "no" to her trying to pull the pillows away. I slid forward and using my hand to position my cock slightly downward I slid into her, slowly, pulling in and out a little more each time as her pussy lubricated the rubber of the condom. In this position, my cock was angled down against its normal upward bend. As a result, it put greater pressure against her pussy and her G spot as well as on the top of my cock. Although the physical sensation of skin on skin was muted by the rubber between, it turned out to be a good position for both of us. I knew when I started, this time was for me. I had just given her a tongue lashing she would dream about for years, but this, what I was sure was to be our last fuck before I had to go, was for my pleasure.

I knew I wasn't going to cum again rapidly, but I did want to cum. My hands resting on her knees, I began a steady motion inside her. She lay there watching me fuck her, a smile on her face. I think she understood; this one she was perfectly happy to watch. When I told her to play with her nipples she shook her head not understanding, when I reached an arm towards her chest and then drew back tweaking my own nipple before once again putting my hand onto her knee, she understood. Licking her lips and smiling, her hands came together on her breasts and began playing with them as I had earlier. Pushing them together, pulling her nipples into a point before allowing them to slip from her finger and flop back down to her chest. When she two handed lifted a breast, feeding her nipple to her own mouth, licking and sucking, I groaned. One of my greatest fantasies, seeing a woman suck her own nipple, had come true -- unbidden. Maria was obviously used to playing with her own nipples, for most of the rest of the time that we fucked she continued to play with them, her hard nipples showing that she was enjoying this as much as I was.

I concentrated on what was going to make me cum, but with the angle of my penetration, with the pillows under her hips as they were, I realized that I was doing as much for her as I was for me. As I continued, her breathing changed, becoming ragged panting coming out of her mouth. Her eyes changed to that "Oh my God it's going to happen" look. Despite her pelvis already being angled to me, I could feel her pushing up against me and long before I got there, she came again. Not stopping my thrusting, my own body was showing the exertion. At one time I raised my hand and wiped the sweat from my brow where it was about to run into my eyes, but didn't stop. I felt the gradual expanding, burning sensation from the base of my cock, rising ever higher towards the head until suddenly, gloriously, I exploded into the condom. 

Now stopped, unable to move, I held myself upright with her legs. If it hadn't been for her body holding me, my cock locked into her pussy, my elbows locked onto her knees, I could not have held myself up. I was panting from the exertion, sweat rolling down my forehead and chest, dripping onto her naked body. 

It was several minutes before I caught my breath and attempted to move. I had felt the shrinkage between my loins and as I pulled out, I nearly pulled out of the condom, almost leaving it between her nether lips. Instead I reached down and saved us from that potential problem, tying a knot into the cum filled vessel before dropping it to the floor.

I knew I could easily have lain back down, cuddled and wrapped my arms around Maria, and fallen asleep; however, I had a flight to catch. Instead, I grabbed her hand, pulled her upright and took her back into the shower. We washed ourselves again, removing the sweat and sex, so we were ready again for the day -- and for me, a long flight home. 

We had just stepped back into the bedroom when my cell phone rang. I glanced at it, the displayed number indicating it was from Mexico. I glanced at the clock. It was 8:30. I hadn't realized it was already that late. Answering the phone, I didn't recognize the voice without the shouting of the nightclub, but there was no mistaking when her greeting was, "Where the hell is my mother?" 

I said she was right here with me, but that wasn't good enough. She wanted to talk to her. I held the phone to Maria and just said, "Carmen." I don't know what all the exchange was about. Well, actually I do know what the exchange was about, I just didn't know what the words were. Maria for the most part seemed to be assuring Carmen she was okay, nothing had happened that she had not wanted to happen. Eventually she handed the phone back to me. 

"Is everything okay?" I asked Carmen.

It was quiet in response, I thought maybe she had hung up, but when I said "Hello?" she answered.

"I'm sorry. I was worried about my mother."

"It's okay, Carmen. It's a daughter's prerogative to be worried about her mother, just as I'm sure your mother worries about you when you are out."

"It's just that... she hasn't... I mean, except for my father, she hasn't actually been on a date in years, and then you took her with you last night..."

"I understand Carmen, but, it looks like your mother is pretty good judge of character. I assure you; nothing happened that she didn't want to happen."

"I know. That's what she said." There was a slight pause. "Are you bringing her home?" I glanced at the clock again, making quick calculations in my head, glancing at Maria, I rubbed my stomach, indicating eating with a pretend fork, and raised an eyebrow questioning. Maria nodded. "We're going to get some breakfast, and then I'll bring her home. I've got an 11:45 flight, so it'll have to be pretty quick."

I began packing everything up and getting clean clothes for the flight home, while Maria went to put her clothes back on in the bathroom and started drying her hair. I had just finished putting everything into my bag and was about to put my shoes on when I saw Maria in my peripheral vision standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Glancing up, I broke into a grin as I saw how she was dressed. 

She had her pants back on from the night before and the see-through lacy cover that had been over her clothes, but she did not have her blouse or bra on underneath. Her nipples were not hard, but were slightly perky, underneath the lace. I had no doubt that she was trying to entice me to tear our clothes off again, and told her so, but I also pointed at my watch and shook my head no. Whether she understood me or not she wiggled her shoulders causing her boobs to shake beneath the cover-up. I rose and went to her, and taking her in my arms, bent to her face, and kissed her holding her to me. 

I undid the three buttons holding the cover-up together with my hand, slipping it off her shoulders, and caressed the breasts that she was offering me one more time. Seeing her bra on the counter in the bathroom, I tilted her chin up and kissed her. Her arms were around my neck, as I gently moved her away. She understood and let me go. I stepped to the counter and picked up her bra, easily the largest I had ever seen. As I arranged it so that it was upright, I flipped the tag so that I could read it: 34DDD/F. Without a doubt, Maria had the largest breasts I had ever played with.

She started to take the bra from me, but I waved her hands away and put it on her myself. Standing behind her, I fitted her boobs into the cups and clipped the bra strap before fondling her, both of us watching in the mirror as I did. When her nipples were hard one more time, I had her raise her arms and pulled her blouse down over her arms, her nipples pleasingly visible through the silky blue material. I fondled her teasingly one more time, and didn't immediately move away when her hand slipped behind and rubbed my cock in my pants. Just a few seconds, and I pulled away, knowing that if I didn't I really was going to miss my plane.

A continental buffet breakfast at the hotel, followed by a taxi ride to the address that she gave, and we arrived at her home. Carmen must have been waiting. Even before we got out of the taxi she was out to the street, obviously still upset. Carmen and Maria went back and forth in incomprehensible Spanish, Carmen gradually coming off her mad voice to the calming voice of her mother. Finally she turned to me, and then hesitated before she said anything. Maria said something to her, urging her to speak up. Carmen waved a hand to shush her mother. 

"I was not happy that mother went with you last night."

I nodded, understandingly. "I kind of gathered that, but it was her choice."

She didn't quite glare at me; however, it wasn't exactly friendly either. Finally, she pursed her lips and nodded at me, resignedly. "You are right, she's a grown woman. It was her choice. She is still my mother." Maria said something to her, questioning. Apparently there was something else she supposed to say. "She wants me to tell you, that was an amazing night."

"Your mother is an amazing woman. I won't soon forget her." I opened my arm, and Maria snuggled up to me one more time. I bent and gave her a kiss as Carmen turned away. 

Stepping back into the taxi, I told him "Aeropuerto" and we drove away. I glanced back just before we turned the corner. The last I saw, Maria was standing in the yard watching.

The buzzing of the cell phone and incoming e-mails caught my attention for the first time since the previous evening. I pulled it out and found nothing of importance, but opened the browser and began a search for Spanish words. It took a little work, but eventually I figured out that "embarazada" does not mean "embarrassed" as I had thought. It means "pregnant." 

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South of the Border Creampie



Just a few weeks ago, my life seemed just about perfect. I had a good job, a nice house, and a beautiful wife. The problem started when my assistant was fired. Julie was 23, twelve years younger than me. She had short blonde hair, a beautiful smile, and a very nice body. Unfortunately, she was a terrible assistant! After she forgot an appointment of mine for the umpteenth time, my boss and I decided she had to go.

I can't stand conflict, so we agreed that the head of HR would tell her that, because of poor cash flow, a number of people were loosing assistants. Poor Julie had never been laid off before, and she was inconsolable. She cried in my arms, which made me quite uncomfortable. I decided to take her out for a coffee, but once we were in my car, she said she didn't want anyone to see her like this, so I took her to my home.

Well, one thing led to another, and we ended up having sex. I really would not have done it, but she was so upset, and I was trying to comfort her. I was giving her a hug, and the next thing I knew we were kissing. By the time I thought to break off the kiss, she was grinding her crotch against my leg.

After she left, I carefully made the bed and went back to work. I thought that would be the end of it. If only that had been the end of it!

When my wife and I went to be bed that night, she got a little amorous, but I told her I was too tired, so we switched off the light. Before I fell asleep, I heard Kristen say "What's this?" in a shocked voice. She turned the light back on, and she was sitting up holding Julie's panties in her hand. They were pink and tiny, and the crotch was still a little wet. Then all hell broke loose. 

I tried to suggest that they were Kristen's panties, which was a big mistake. I spoke out of panic, and just made things worse. I ended up sleeping in the guest bedroom, with a tearful Kristen warning me that she was thinking very hard about whether our marriage would continue.

I felt terrible. I loved Kristen tremendously, and I didn't want to loose her. I can't say why I had sex with Julie. Not only was Kristen my wife, but she was sexier than Julie. Kristen had beautiful pale skin, long black hair, and green eyes. She was slim, but with breasts big for her frame. She had told me that she was quite the 'party girl' in college, and I never really dared to ask her what she meant by that. But I knew that I was lucky to have her.

The next few days she didn't speak to me. She was cold and angry, and I was pretty miserable. I tried to be a perfect husband. I came home as soon as I could from work, made dinner, washed up and cleaned the house. This she accepted in bitter silence.

Then, about four days after the incident, I came home to find a very different scene. There were four young Mexican guys sitting around our kitchen table. Kristen seemed happy. She was smiling and chatting with them, and she greeted me with a cheerful hello and even a kiss on the cheek. 

"Who are these guys?" I asked.

"They are workers who were putting in the Stauer's new roof. They were hot and thirsty, so I invited them in," she said. Kristen had spent her junior year of college abroad in Columbia, so her Spanish was really good. I didn't speak any at all. She proceeded to speak to the four guys, who I noticed were drinking our beer. They were all cheerful and laughed a lot. Their conversation seemed to me a little flirtatious, which made me uncomfortable. I asked Kirsten what they were saying, and she said they were "just chatting."

"Don't you think it is a little rude to speak only in Spanish, when I don't understand it?" I asked.

"Shut up!" she snapped. "I am still trying to decide if you can continue living here or not!" The Mexican guys seemed uncomfortable for a moment, but she said something to them in Spanish, and they laughed, and continued talking to her as if nothing had happened.

The talk seemed to get more and more flirtatious. Kristen rested her hand on the leg of the guy next to her while she talked. Then the two of them got up and headed towards the stairs. "Where are you going?" I asked. 

"I was thinking of having some work done in the bedroom," Kristen said to me. "José is going to look it over and see if they could do it."

"I'll go with you," I said, and I pushed my chair back.

"You stay here with our guests!" she ordered sternly. "If you leave this room before I get back, you can pack your bags!"

"What if I have to go to the bathroom?" I asked in a feeble attempt at humor.

"You'll have to pee in your panties!" she snapped. She took José's hand and walked out of the room. The three remaining guys spoke in Spanish among themselves, apparently having a good time. They ignored me.

After about fifteen minutes, Kristen and José came back. I wasn't sure if Kristen's hair wasn't messed up a bit. "So," I said, "did he give you an estimate?"

"Oh yeah," said Kristen. "He seems to really know his stuff." José was talking animatedly to the other guys. One of them started talking directly to Kristen in a very sincere way. She laughed and made a 'come on' gesture with her head. The two of them got up and headed for the door.

"Now where are you going?" I asked.

"He wants to take a shower," answered Kristen. "He's been out in the hot sun all day."

"In our shower?" I asked, but she did not answer.

They came back in about fifteen minutes, kind of long for a shower, but his hair was wet. He sat down, but Kirsten just spoke from the door, and the third guy got up and went with her. I didn't know what to say. The two of them came back after about twenty minutes. I wasn't sure, but I think Kirsten was wearing a different shirt. She spoke from the door, and the fourth guy got up to go with her.

"Now just a minute," I began, getting up.

"Shut up and sit down!" hissed Kirsten.

"What the hell is going on back there?" I asked.

"I'm showing them the house," snapped Kirsten. "Now sit down, you pussy, if you want to keep me."

I sat down. She had never called me a pussy before. "Kirsten," I began plaintively, but she interrupted.

"Keep quiet, bitch." She walked off with fourth guy. The three guys were looking at me, talking among themselves and laughing. I am not sure, but I think at one point they were pretending to be Kirsten and me, and the one playing me talked in a high, girly voice. I smiled weakly, trying to show that I was a good sport.

After awhile, Kirsten and the fourth guy came back. She said something to the guys in Spanish, and they really cracked up. They looked at me expectantly. Kirsten said to me sweetly "Dear, can you come help me with something?"

I was surprised by her change in tone, so I jumped up. "Sure, honey," I said. As we left the kitchen, the guys were talking loudly, laughing and giving each other high fives. Kirsten took me upstairs to the bedroom. The bed was unmade, and there was that other shirt on the ground. I was about to say something, but Kirsten grabbed me and kissed me deeply.

"Hanging out with those guys made me really horny," she said when she came up for air. "Will you do me?"

"Of course," I said, and reached for my belt buckle. I pulled off my pants, but she put her hand on my chest.

"I don't feel like fucking, but I would love you to eat me out."

"Eat you out?" I wavered.

"If you do this for me," she said, taking off her shirt, "I'll forgive you for fucking that slut." She unsnapped her bra and pushed her boobs together.

"Oh, well sure," I said. She pulled off her pants, and her panties were soaked right through, with a big wet patch. "See how horny I am?" she said.

She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly pulled her panties down. Her whole crotch area, which she kept trimmed, was wet with a thick white goo. It soaked her pubic hair and formed sticky little bridges between her pussy and her panties. More oozed out from her swollen crack. It looked a lot like semen. "Honey, is that...?"

"It's my juices," she said. "I have never been this horny before. Get licking!"

"It looks like..." I began.

"I don't care what it looks like," she snapped. "If you lick it all up, we will stay married. If you don't, you are out! What will it be?"

I didn't really have a choice, so I got down on my knees in front of her. "That's a good little boy," she laughed. "Lick it up! Lick it!" I touched my tongue to the white goo. It was salty and a little bitter. It didn't taste the way Kirsten usually did, but maybe it was because she was really extra horny. Kirsten grabbed my head and pulled it right in to her crotch. The goo got all from my chin to my forehead as she humped my face. "Uh, uh," she was grunting. "Lick it all up like a good boy! Get that tongue in me! There's plenty more for you in there!"

I did my best to lick as deep as I could. Her pussy was really full of the white goo. "Swallow it! Swallow!" commanded Kirsten. I did my best, swallowing as much of the juice as I could, until she came in a big screaming orgasm. I pulled away, panting, my face covered in the goo. "Mmm, that was good," sighed Kristen. "Did you like it?"

I stood up, and my boner stuck straight out, tenting my underpants. "Oh, you did like it, didn't you?" she said. "I guess we both learned something about you today!"

"Can you get me off?" I asked huskily.

"Sorry, too tired, but I'll watch while you jerk off," she yawned. I jerked off through my briefs, coming in about thirty seconds. "I see you were pretty turned on," she laughed. "We may have found your true place in life. Get those wet undies off and put them in the laundry." I pulled them off and put them in the laundry basket. When I turned around she was holding Julie's pink panties. "You might as well put these on, since you are such a pussy."

"I can't wear those!" I said.

"Now you are standing up for yourself?!?" she said. "It's too late for that. Put them on." I did, feeling foolish. "Let's see how our guests are doing," she said.

"Just let me wash my face," I said. Unfortunately, that seemed to give her an idea.

"No, come down like that. All the guys will see how manly you are, with my pussy juice all over your face." I guess I was through trying to argue, so I went down with her. I was still hoping that it might have been pussy juice, although I had never tasted any like that before.

The guys were very amused when we got back to the kitchen. Kirsten seemed to be telling them what happened, as she mimed jerking off and then pointed to the panties which, fortunately, were under my pants. This was apparently very funny to the guys, as they laughed a great deal. 

They got up to leave, and as they did, they all kissed my wife deeply, grabbing her ass or holding her close when they did so. One of them paused at the door and said to me, in excellent English, "You want us to come back soon, no?" He grinned and walked out.

Kristen came up to me as I sat on the kitchen chair with my head hanging down. She swiped up some of the white goo from my cheek with her finger and stuck it in my mouth. "You were a good little bitch today," she said. "I think things are going to be different around here from now on."