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Latin

By: Colleen Thomas



Authors note: this story was inspired by the writings of Cheerful Deviant. It's my first stab at this genre, I hope you all enjoy it. The action is F/F, if you aren't into that, this one probably isn't for you.

CET

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Lightning flashed and the booming retort of thunder split the night, shaking the ancient farm house to its crumbling foundation. Dust and tiny pieces of rotting wood fell from the ceiling, mimicking the rain pelting down on the obscenely twisted oaks in the yard. 

Mandy Richardson blinked hard and clutched the worm-eaten, leather bound tome in her hand. Murder had been done in this house back before Croswell had even been a town. Everyone knew the story; old man Yokam's eldest boy had always been touched. One night during a storm he took an axe and did his whole family in, eight folks altogether. The property had been considered bad luck since then, and with the exception of out of town folks, it had remained abandoned. The occasional people who did buy it, not knowing its grisly past always sold out and left soon. Vague rumors of a nameless fear and strange happenings scared most off within a month.

Mandy felt the fear, felt the clawing of unseen hands at her body and heard the restless whispers. She didn't care. Her eyes were still stinging from the 'in' clique's latest practical joke at her expense and while she could hear the whispers, they were drowned out by the echoes of laughter. 

She could see them now, jeering, pointing, and enjoying her torment. She hated them, hated them all, especially Stewart, who had convinced his sister to play up to her. However, her hatred for Stewart paled in comparison to her hatred for Mrs. Moran because she sat there, sat there watching them and enjoying Mandy's torment. And when she had finally snapped and said shut up, the bitch had sent her to detention, given her three demerits, and ruined her Saturday. Nothing for them though, not even a reprimand. Mandy almost thought the bitch had dreamed the stunt up herself, so maniacal was her glee. 

She couldn't help being gay, and the constant harassment, whispers and mean spirited practical jokes had finally taken their toll. Something inside the rail thin butch had finally snapped. The suppressed rage had welled up into an all consuming fire that burned out reason and her better instincts. It burned so brightly that it allowed her to overcome the crushing fear and mount the stairs to the second floor.

The book in her hand came from her father's library. He was a professor of languages at the local university, and had imparted his love to his only daughter. He had never showed her this book though. What sane man would expose his child to the Libro de Malo, the book of evil? How many times had she snuck into her father's library, intent on trying the spell she had found within its crumbling pages? Too many to count, but tonight her rage was such that she would try anything.

The upstairs room was just a flat loft. Floor boards creaked ominously, flexing under her weight. The old place would probably fall in on itself someday soon. From her bag she brought out the eight special candles. Her parents found her sudden fascination with candle making cute. They might have been more concerned if they had ever connected the break in at the college's nursing school with her interest. She had risked a lot there. She was sure she could have played it off as a prank and it was the only way to get human tallow candles in this day and age.

Mandy placed the candles in a circle, using her little brother's Boy Scout compass to align them with the eight cardinal points. She lit a small battery powered lamp, rummaged in the bag until she found her little sister's sidewalk chalk, and using various colors, painstakingly sketched the complicated pattern of lines and circles on the floor. She consulted the diagram in the book often and twice had to use her shirt to fully erase misdrawn lines. 

From her bag she pulled out the small sterling silver creamer she had lifted from her mom's serving set. She hoped it would fit the bill, but was unsure as the book called for a solid silver ewer. She also drew out her brother's pen knife and finally the little white box that held the mouse she had taken from the sticky trap in their basement. She looked inside and saw it was barely breathing. She had to move quickly. A last pang of doubt passed over her, but she hardened her heart and thought of her English teacher, Mrs. Moran. 

Hate overcoming fear she quickly stripped, lit the candles, and seated herself in the circle. She began with the first incantation, reading from the book rather than trusting her memory. She took the knife and slit the nearly dead mouse's throat, watching its blood drain into the creamer. The next incantation was more complicated and required her to pull out a strand of hair, an eyelash, and some of her soft blonde pubes. These items went into the creamer and she finished the incantation by spitting into it as well. 

She took up the knife again and bit her lower lip, before beginning to speak. As the words flowed haltingly from her mouth she pricked each of her wrists and each of her breasts, allowing a drop of blood from each wound to fall into the creamer. Sweating now, she felt the fear almost as strongly as the hate. The storm was howling with unimaginable fury and the thunder came so loud and often the whole building shook.

With shaking hands she lit the small sterno she had swiped from the camping goods store. She put the creamer over the flame and called out the last few words in Latin as a crashing bolt of lightening rent the heavens, knocking out power in a three county area. Her camp light dimmed to almost nothing and she wondered if the battery was dying. It was then that she realized the room had grown dark. Not your ordinary dark, but an impenetrable blackness that slowly coalesced into a dark figure in the corner. Creeping tendrils of darkness oozed around the room, and for several minutes Mandy sat there in abject horror as the inky psuedopods tested the symbol she sat within. She felt malice, deathless, ageless and implacable, like a living thing. Sweat poured from her body and terror clutched at her heart. 

At last the tendrils withdrew and the dark figure took on the shape of a tall man with flaming eyes and gleaming teeth. Mandy was petrified, but inwardly exulted.

"Thou has summoned me. My time on this plane is short, what is it thou desires?"

"Revenge," Mandy said, her voice cracking.

The creature laughed, a hideous sound that raised gooseflesh on her body. The sound actually caused pain, it was so malevolent.

"Thy are afraid, as well thy should be. If thou had failed to complete the summoning or failed to protect thyself I would drag thee screaming into the void. An eternity of torment for mine amusement would be thy lot. But thy need have no fear. While the candles burn, I cannot harm thee. I may grant thee revenge, but thou must specify what thy wants."

"Don't you know?" Mandy asked in a tiny voice.

"All things that come to pass in this pitiful world are known to me, but it is not within my mandate to act upon thy wishes in the way I would find most pleasing. Thy must specify what thy wish, and thou must do so quickly,"

"Why quickly?" 

"If thy summon me without specific cause, then thy protection is forfeit," he answered with a leering smile.

"Then kill them. Kill them all, starting with Mrs. Moran," Mandy said, her voice quavering.

"As you wish," the figure said, but she could hear the disappointment in his voice as he turned. 

"Wait!" She cried.

"You try my patience girl!" The creature snarled, his accent changing from old English to something more modern as his form shifted to that of a bent old man. 

"I command you! Until the candles burn away," she asserted.

Before she could think the creature sprang upon her. She cowered instinctively, but when he reached the plane of the outermost circle a blinding flash and unearthly howl of pain nearly knocked her out. For a few moments she was blinded, but as her sight returned, she saw the creature standing before her. Now he was a fat man with open wounds, that dripped black ichor. 

"What will you have of me?"

"You sounded disappointed. Why?"

"I was not put here to answer your questions!" He snapped. 

"Dolor!" She cried. The creature writhed in agony, falling to the floor and thrashing until the house shook.

"Satis," she said more calmly. 

The creature stood then. She expected to see anger on his face, but instead a sardonic grin was there.

"Very well, perhaps I underestimated you and you are indeed my mistress. What would you know?'

"Why did you seem disappointed?"

"Your tormentors are all believers in one faith or another, yes?"

"Yeah, I guess so. They all go to church anyway," she replied in confusion.

"Then if I should simply cause them to die, they shall go unto their heavenly reward. It seems a weak punishment; even should I see fit to torment them before they die."

"There is a heaven?"

"That is beyond my power to tell. Suffice it to say, if they believe, they will not suffer." 

"Then what should I do?" She asked. The creature laughed again. 

"I cannot tell you little mistress, if mistress you be. I can only fulfill, not suggest. If you choose, I can slay them all, but if you are truly my mistress you will think of something more fitting."

Mandy thought. If killing them only gave them release, then she would have to find something better, some way to inflict upon them the kind of emotional pain she had suffered at their hands. What could she do to a bitch like Mrs. Moran that would devastate her? What could make up for her letting her snotty religious principals make her into the protector of Mandy's tormentors and instigator of much of it? Inspiration came and when she voiced her command, the demon, for demon it was, looked at her with a mixture of amusement and respect. 

"Perhaps you will be my mistress after all. It shall be so. Release me now, this form burns me," he said.

"Recedo quod perturbo mihi haud diutius," she intoned. With a mock salute the creature turned and Mandy suddenly found herself alone again. 

The overriding malice she had felt was gone, as well as the hideous fear, but she couldn't bring herself to abandon the protection of the symbol on the floor.

The candles had burned down to nothing, the storm had passed, and dawn tinged the sky before she could bring herself to abandon the protection of her small circle. 



Latin Ch. 02



Latin II: Miss Congeniality

Mandy sat on a lounge chair at the public pool. Her dark, one piece bathing suit seemed out of place among the risqué bikinis most of the younger women wore. Her pale skin was red and even practically bathing in sun screen had done little to protect her over the last three afternoons. It had been dreadfully boring and unfulfilling, but all that changed when she saw Stewart's pick-up roll into the lot. It was followed by Christy's red mustang and Julia's black beemer. 

"Bout fucking time," the thin blonde said under her breath. 

The "in" clique had finally arrived. Mandy dove into the pool to rinse some o fthe oily lotion off. She then climbed out and gathered up her bag making her way towards the locker room. She slipped in and took a seat on one of the wooden benches, absently toweling off. There were several women in various states of dress in the room and neither Christy nor any of her friends noticed her. They were laughing, joking and horsing around as they disappeared into the dressing rooms. 

Christy was the first one out. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and the red string bikini showed off her bronzed skin, long legs, pert breasts and flat tummy. Mandy paid particular attention to the locker the tall girl chose. She then made her way to the ladies room and furtively smoked a Marlboro in one of the stalls. Checking her watch when she finished, she lit another and smoked it down to the filter.

Only after she was reasonably sure they had all gone out did she emerge into the nearly deserted locker room. Mandy headed back to the lockers and glanced in both directions. The only one left in the room was a middle aged woman trying to get herself and her daughter out of their suits. The kid was squalling and raising hell and the woman looked harried and tired. Mandy decided she was too preoccupied to be paying attention to her and reached into her bag.

Mandy pulled out the small set of bolt cutters and easily snapped the cheap lock on Christy's locker. She returned the tool to her bag and glanced back at the woman. She was still fighting to get a shirt on her daughter. Mandy opened the locker, and quickly located what she wanted. She wasn't a bit surprised to find Christy wore a thong. Mandy stuffed the red satin garment into her bag, and made her way out, smiling sympathetically at the woman as she passed.





Latin Ch. 02



"Two demerits and study hall for you this weekend young man."

More grumbles broke out as people stealthfully pulled out pool cards to see who had won. Ignoring the interruption Mrs. Moran went on.

"I have tried to pair the more studious of you with like minded partners. Don't think for a moment, Mr. Horton, that you can get by on letting your partner do all the work. Each presentation will have two themes and each of you will be responsible for part of it, a third summary theme will be jointly presented to make sure you are working together."

"What does that mean?" Julia asked.

"It means, Miss. Wright, that your partner's grade will not be influenced by your part of the presentation. Therefore, if Mr. Wiggins covers all the bases and you present garbage, he will get an A and you will still get an F. I will tolerate no riding of coattails just because the project is jointly presented. I do not need to remind the majority of you that this counts as half your grade, nor do I need to point out that the majority of you, desperately need a good grade here to avoid summer school." 

"Now, if there are no more questions, let's get right into Paradise Lost."

Mandy didn't need to consult the pool card to know she had won. Nor did she need to consult the partner's chart to know who hers would be. She had made out the chart herself after all. Each of the "in" clique was paired with someone socially unacceptable. It suited her purpose to make sure each failed. Two months left of school was hardly time enough to get hem all. The extra three months of summer might be too little time, but she would cross those bridges as they came. 





Latin Ch. 02



Christy was horrified as her mind ran through the most horrible of fates she could imagine.

"While you're thinking about it, you have just got to play with your pussy," Mandy said in that strange voice.

Tears burned in Christy's eyes as she fought desperately not to, but her hands snaked over her hips and soon she was gently stroking herself though her thin panties.

"Try and fight it," Mandy said with amusement in her voice.

Christy fought the impulses as hard as she could. She commended her hands to stop, and when that failed, she tried to get them to slowdown, to move, to do anything other than keep up the gentle and maddening stroking that was causing her pussy to send messages of pleasure to her brain.

"As you can see, you're totally helpless. Do you need further proof?"

"No!" Christy whispered urgently.

"Good," Mandy said, tossing a note card across the table. 

"You can stop now, if you want to," she said as Christy bit back a moan. 

Her hands were hers to control again and she jerked them away from the damp crotch of her panties like she had been burned.

"I need those books," Mandy said.

It was an order, delivered with an infuriating air of dismissal. Christy snatched up the card and hurried off to the stacks, more to be away from Mandy to think than anything else. Once she was in the long racks and more or less alone she tried to reason her way through things. 

She didn't believe in magic, so ruling that out, what could it be? Maybe some new kind of drug the evil bitch had slipped her? Hypnotism? It seemed like Mandy had to use that strange voice to make her do things. But she was sure hypnotism could only make you do things you wanted to?

She located the book she wanted and moved to as different set of stacks. Did it really matter how it came about? Not unless she could undo it by knowing. She squatted and began running through the titles on a low shelf. If Mandy had to speak to her to make it work, then all she had to do was get away. But if she ran, she would have to run for the rest of her life. She could never enjoy anything she built, always dreading the day she might bump into the thin girl and have it all ruined.

So her choices seemed to be limited to submitting to Mandy willingly or running for her life. But alone, with no money, no education and no job prospects, she would probably end up in worse shape than even that evil dyke's mind could put her in.

If it was a drug, then there must be an antidote, she reasoned. And if hypnotism, then there must be a way to undo it or protect herself. Ruling out magic, those seemed the only two explanations. Of course, she had no idea what bounds there were on Mandy's power. It could be simple parlor tricks, with the threats of much more radical action hollow.

So what? Even the parlor tricks were enough to ruin her life here if Mandy chose to use them at the most embarrassing moments. Rationally, her only option was to submit, hope she could handle it and find out what it was as soon as possible. Once she managed to break the hold, whatever it was, she was going to really fuck Mandy up. Of that, she had no doubts. 

"How long will you hold me captive, if I agree to do as you want?" Christy asked, quietly as she slid the pile of books to Mandy.

"Does it matter?"

"It does to me," Christy whined.

"All right. Let's see. Two more months of school, three of summer break, and Newhouse won't let you check into the dorms until fist of September. So that's about six months. Once I'm in college, I won't really have time to worry with you. So we'll say six months and I'll let you go, with the proviso that if you're home on break when I am and I want some pussy you'll put out for me. And you'll come up to visit at least one weekend a month until I get a steady piece at college. I'll hold you to that till I graduate and blow this shitty little town and backwardass state. When I do that, I'll give you your life back 100% and never trouble you again."

"That could be years," Christy said despondently.

"Think of it like the army reserves. One weekend a month and two weeks a year for four years. After training of course," Mandy said with a laugh.

"How do I know you'll live up to your end of it?"

"Well, you don't. But that's your own fault. If you had ever given me a chance rather than shun me and torment me, you would have found out I'm a loyal friend and I keep my word, no matter what."

Of all the strange things that had happened to her today, that statement hit her harder than any of them. There was such honesty in the words, and such pain in the voice. And she suddenly felt deeply ashamed of herself for her part in tormenting Mandy.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," Mandy said.

All trace of softness and vulnerability were gone from that voice and Christy shuddered at the hard edge in it.

"Well, I need to take some notes and I was enjoying the show, so why don't you play with yourself while I work?"

Christy waited with dread for her hands to move of their own accord again, but nothing happened. She glanced up at Mandy.

"I could make you do it, but I thought we had agreed you wanted to keep some control?" Mandy said without looking up from the book she had open.

Christy looked furtively around, but there was only one other person in the reading room and he was near the door. She slid her hands over her hips, feeling the rough material of her skirt compared to the smoothness of her legs. Mandy didn't seem to be paying any attention and she wondered if she could just get by with rubbing herself through the skirt.

"Do it right bitch, or you'll do it like a porn starlet, moaning and screaming," Mandy said without looking up from her book.

Christy felt the blood rise to her cheeks and a hot flush as she bunched her skirt at her waist and then began to gently stroke herself through the still damp panties. The thin material was saturated with her juices and clung to her mound. It was almost like having nothing on, she thought as her finger gently traced her lips. Christy couldn't believe how sensitive she was and she found herself biting her lip as each caress seemed to make her want to moan or whimper.

She was so humiliated, but at the same time getting hornier by the minute. Her eyes kept darting to the door and back to the man reading there. She felt so sexy, so sensual, so incredibly hot and naughty. She nudged her finger closer to center and gasped as the flow of pleasurable sensation spiked. 

"Oh god," she moaned when her finger brushed her clit.

Christy was beside herself, in a state of arousal she had never experienced, juxtaposed with humiliation and fear of getting caught. The emotions swirled, wrapping around one another and feeding of each other until there was nothing but a chaotic mélange of pleasure shot through with incredibly powerful shocks of white hot bliss. 

"I can smell your pussy over here," Mandy said, still scribbling notes on note cards a half hour later.

"Mandy, please, I have to stop," Christy pleaded.

"Stop then," Mandy said matter of factly.

Christy pulled her skirt down and crossed her legs. She could smell her own arousal and blushed a deep crimson when she realized anyone walking by would be able to as well.

"All right, check these four out, I'll get these four," Mandy said, grabbing some of the books and standing up. Christy grabbed the others and started to follow her to the desk. Her legs were slightly wobbly and the way her panties pulled across her crotch and her thighs squeezed together had her nearly coming before they reached the desk.

Once they were outside Mandy handed the books she was carrying to Christy and started off towards the municipal lot at a good pace. Christy felt like every eye was on her, carrying the school dyke's books for her. She was actually glad when they got to her car. Mandy just held out her hand and Christy meekly gave her the keys. She knew it was useless to resist and she was building up the possible consequences of disobedience to epic proportions in her fevered mind.

"When do your folks get home?" Mandy said as she tore off in a cloud of smoke from the squealing tires.

"I don't know."

"Find out. Now."

Christy picked up her cell and started to dial her mom. 

"You have to stop the car," she said meekly.

"Why?"

"If you don't and mom hears the engine, she'll think I am out when sick and she'll be home in a flash."

Mandy nodded and pulled over to the curb.

Christy called. Spoke quietly to her mom while Mandy smoked a cig. When she hung up she looked at Mandy, and considered lying, but again, her own imagination of what would happen if she got caught overrode the inclination to test her bounds.

"My brother's team won the first three games. They're in the winner's bracket and don't play again till eight. Even if they lose that game, they will have a nine o'clock game. The earliest my folks could be in is midnight."

"Works for me," Mandy said, revving the engine and tearing out.





Latin Ch. 02



Mandy held still, and Christy could imagine her gloating, watching her muscles quiver. She could feel them, twitching beneath her skin. Her overriding need was to escape the unbearable pressure within her, but she couldn't move and so just lay there, panting and sweating. 

"That's a good girl, your pussy looks so good, stretched out by that big cock," Mandy cooed.

She felt the thin butch withdraw a little and the relief was incredible, but Mandy then thrust back in. 

"Slow!" she cried, feeling tears stinging her eyes.

"Not so snotty now are you?"

When she didn't respond Mandy slowly drew the dildo out, until just the head was still inside.

"Sooooo, you want it slow? You mean you want me to fuck you like someone I care about, so she can enjoy it right?"

"Please."

"Please what? Say it bitch. Tell me you want me to fuck you like the hot little femme you are."

"Please, fuck me like the hot little femme I am," Christy parroted. 

"All right baby, but when you start cumming, remember you asked for it."

Christy bit her tongue to keep from saying something snide. In the first place, she wasn't gay. In the second, she didn't find Mandy attractive. In the third, she was being forced to do this and besides, the huge dildo hurt. She had no illusions this would be in the least pleasurable and having never had an orgasm with anyone she didn't doubt Mandy would be disappointed if she expected any response. 

Christy decided her best chance to get out of this mess was passive resistance. She wouldn't enjoy it. She wouldn't show her emotions. She would, to the best of her ability remain neutral. She hoped Mandy would get tired of her company and just let her go and to do that, she had to make sure she gave the thin butch no satisfaction of any kind, without directly refusing her requests.

She gritted her teeth and tried to relax as she felt Mandy dragging the big dildo out of her pussy. She stopped with just the head in and gently pushed back in. Christy grunted as the blunt head expanded her tight channel. Mandy pulled back again before gently sinking a little more in with her next gentle push. She wasn't thrusting now, but gently pushing forward and stopping when she felt resistance. Christy bit her lower lip and put her head down as Mandy probed into places nothing had ever been before.

In and out, full, then empty, then full again. Christy relaxed as the routine continued, become accustomed to the stuffed feeling of the big dildo when it was in and the open feeling when it was out. She barely noticed Mandy's hands tightening on her hips or the increasing tempo. Christy's mind was caught up in dealing with the tingling shivers of pleasure she was feeling with each stroke. Mandy was using some kind of rolling motion of her hips, that caused the big dildo to drag along Christy's clitoral hood as she entered, and it was distracting to say the least.

Almost subconsciously she stared to push back against Mandy, not really meeting her thrusts so much as a steady back pressure. That soon gave way to actively thrusting her hips back to meet the big dildo's assaults. Her head buzzed, not only with steadily thickening pleasure and desire, but with wonder that she could be enjoying it. There was no denying she was, but she still didn't want to face it.

Mandy's pace quickened, and her hands moved from Christy's hips to her skirt, holding it like a rider did the reins. Christy's pussy had adjusted to the girth of the big intruder and it no longer brought pain. Her natural lubrication had eased the friction to an almost effortless glide. Christy bit back moans as the pleasure spiked with each in thrust. She could feel her hard nipples rubbing the inside of her bra as her body moved on the bed with each thrust. 

As hard as she tried not to, she was soon whimpering and moaning, making little cooing sounds that were strange to her as the overall pleasure rose and the spikes became sweet agony. Mandy lengthened her strokes, putting her weight behind the thrusts and increasing the tempo. Christy heard the slap of Mandy's thighs against her ass, but she couldn't separate that sensation from the others crowding her brain for recognition.

When her inner muscles clamped down on the big faux cock she gasped. The tension in her body was so horrible that it was, for a fleeting instant painful. When her body relaxed it was only for a moment, followed by a massive contraction in her deep muscles. Christy wailed in pleasure as contraction after contraction sent massive bursts of pleasure through her. The orgasm was mammoth, dwarfing all the ones she had ever given herself with her hand. 

Her previous orgasms were like a gentle summer breeze compared to a hurricane. Christy cried out, she mewled like a kitten, she thrust back and she came. By the time the contractions ceased, she was bathed in sweat and her body was as limp as a rag. Mandy took no notice, still driving into her with long, sure strokes. It felt so good, so incredibly good, too good and soon her over sensitized pussy twitched again.

"Ohmigod," she gasped as another series of blissful pulses shot out from her center.

They were still echoing, bouncing around and rippling away when another series hit her. Now the waves escalated, overlapped and intermingled. She couldn't tell one from the next, an aftershock from another contraction, or where one ended and the next began. Time warped, bent, slowed as she shuddered through her first experience with multiple orgasms. 

When they finally ceased, she found herself still on her knees, with Mandy plowing into her with undiminished zest. Another contraction, another blast of euphoric pleasure. It didn't seem they had an end or beginning and she could well believe she had been there bouncing from orgasm to orgasm for hours when Mandy finally pulled the thick dildo out. Christy collapsed in a sweating, panting, twitching heap.

"Didn't know you were a screamer. I hope the neighbors are all out," Mandy said after she caught her breath.

The words made no sense. She hadn't screamed. Had she? When she tried to speak, the raw feeling in her throat made her wonder.

"Got any money?' the lean butch asked.

Christy pointed vaguely, in the general direction of her bureau. She was aware of Mandy rifling her stuff, aware of the thin girl calling out to order pizza & cokes, aware of her sliding her jeans back on over the imposing dildo. But the awareness was vague, almost tangential to her thought process. Her mind was still trying to cope with the pleasure she had just experienced. Trying to make sense of sensations. Trying to rationalize irrational bliss. 

She was still panting a half hour later when the doorbell rang. Mandy thrust some money in her hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Hurry up, if you wait too long he'll think it's a bogus order."

Christy's legs didn't work right. Her knees were wobbly and her mind still in a fog. She was almost to the foot of the stair when she realized she had no panties on. She had already paid for the food and was sitting it on the coffee table when she realized it must have been obvious to the delivery guy she had been having sex. That finally shocked her out of the haze she had been in.

Mandy sauntered downstairs, opened the box and took out a slice before plopping down on the sofa.

"Come sit on my lap while we eat," Mandy said.

"I'm not hungry."

"Well, eat anyway, you'll need your strength."

"For what?" she asked dazedly.

"For round two, baby," Mandy said with a grin.





Latin Ladies In Lust: The Stalking



If you're under eighteen, or are turned off by two beautiful women in hot sexual contact, stop reading here. Otherwise, enjoy! And let me know if you enjoyed the story, and want to see more by emailing. 

This story is dedicated to meu amor from afar, Raquel, in Brazil. I thank her for the inspiration for this tale of sudden girl-girl lust. May our hands reach across the continents, from North to South, and pull each other closer... Much closer.

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The beautiful blonde entered the room and eyes turned in her direction. Claire allowed her date to slip the longish black leather jacket off her shoulders and take it to the coatroom. While being statuesque, she wasn't like many of the aspiring actresses at the party. Her full blonde hair, parted in the middle, loosely framed Nordic facial features that reminded some of the sensual actress in La Femme Nikita, Peta Wilson. The large, ice blue eyes, pert nose, unusually full lips for a natural blonde, high-sculpted cheekbones. Her makeup emphasized all the right details, from the light blue around the eyes to the frosty pink lipstick glistening from her mouth. Minimal but making a point. The lazy, confidant smile with the perfect white teeth. The long, slender neck that led the eyes to 36D, full and thrusting breasts. Her skintight black stretch cocktail dress seemed to shape her impressive body into an hourglass. The low-cut scoop neckline pressed the firm breasts into tight cleavage. The flat stomach rippled beneath the material, and the micro mini length showed her muscular thighs and taught calves to their best advantage. All supported by black leather stilettos that thrust her firm, round ass cheeks up and out as she walked through the room. She exuded the attitude of confidence that an extremely sexy, beautiful woman in the right clothes, at the right place, with many admiring eyes on her would emit like perfume. It followed her as she was led by her date to the bar for a drink to start the evening. The attention would be entertaining.

This was a party that would be fairly international. The host and hostess were friends of her date, Nick's. An interesting affair that would enable him to parade her around, enjoy the attention, have some fun, conversation and then go home with him for a night of lust and incredible sex. No great emotional attachment. Just another chance to meet some powerful people, regale in their flirting and satisfy her sensuality. Another night in Hollywood.

The party, conversations and drink went as she expected for most of the night. Nick had circulated, hitting the right people around the patio and various rooms. She had spoken with some of the people she knew, some she hadn't. All with that air of detachment that floated around the beautiful Nordic blonde. The attitude that was missing among others in her field at the gathering who indulged in their insecurities. Until she glanced over the shoulder of a scriptwriter she was listening to and noticed a woman standing among a few people across the room. Claire's pale blue eyes casually took note of the woman, moving from head down her body to the boots on her feet. This was no ordinary "party girl". This woman seemed to stand out from the other girls there. 

The woman seemed to be casually listening to the conversation, occasionally drawing on a small, thin cigar and releasing the smoke through her nose. Her hair was very dark brown, almost black, long and full, drawn back tightly into a gold elastic loop that permitted a wavy waterfall to drop down over her back. The woman's face was perhaps the most sensual that Claire had ever seen. It was Hispanic, olive-skinned, more Latin or South American. Green eyes scanned out with hooded lids under dark brown eyebrows and heavy lashes. A slightly flared yet attractive nose led the eye down to extremely full, thick lips covered with the darkest burgundy lipstick Laura had seen. As the woman periodically inserted the slim cigar, she could see very white teeth and that the lipstick, as thickly applied as it was, left a bright mark around the brown tobacco tube. She would periodically lick those incredible lips with an equally thick, long, almost serpentine tongue. Just enough to moisten. A small glint of light reflected off the small gold ring that was looped through the woman's left nostril. 

Once she could tear her eyes away from those lips, the woman's dimpled chin led Claire down to a pair of breasts that were even larger than her own, but just as thrusting and straining against the skin-tight fabric of a black spandex tank top. The spaghetti straps were mere afterthoughts over the woman's shoulders as the low-cut tank almost threw those breasts up from her chest, yet the bottom of the skimpy "belly shirt" ended above her flat, rippling stomach. Her naked arms were well-muscled and the tattoo of a dragon flowed along the lines of her left bicep. Tattoos had never really done anything for Claire, but this one seemed very erotic to her. There was a mystery and romance to the multi-colored dragon that emphasized the bulge of the woman's bicep. She obviously worked out with a body cut like that. Another small gold loop wound its way through her rather large, pouting belly button, crowning the tight stomach. Encased tightly and very low-slung around her hips, thighs, up-thrusting ass and statuesque legs was a pair of incredible black leather jeans that had a dull, flat sheen to them in the light. Probably soft, thin lambskin. The style was very popular in Hollywood these days. They ran so low on her hips that they were just above her cunt line and, if she turned around, Claire would probably see a hint of ass crack. Leather inter-lacing closed the very narrow leather material just covering her crotch. The incredible pants were so tight one could almost see the rippling of the thigh and calf muscles as the woman balanced from one leg to the other. They ended inside a pair of black leather platform ankle boots. The heels were tall and chunky, lifting those round, firm ass cheeks up and out to the world just begging to fondle them. As the woman brought the cigar to her lips, Claire also noticed the very long nails painted to match her lipstick. They were exquisite! She had always admired the sensuality of long, graceful nails on a woman. Her own were long, but not nearly the statement that she was observing across the room.

As her eyes roved over this incredible Latin Lady, Claire was shocked to feel her heart begin racing! A warmth began under the crotch of her miniscule thong underwear and began to spread up her stomach to her breasts. Her nipples--were they actually hardening? What was this happening? Was it her drink? She took another sip. The voices around her were tuning out of her consciousness. She was beginning to focus like a laser on this voluptuous woman in the tight leather pants. She observed her more closely...

The woman didn't seem to be paying much attention to the small group in conversation around her. One eyebrow was slightly arched. She continued to draw languidly on the small cigar, letting the smoke from her exhale curl around her face. It was obvious she was bored. The boredom of beauty. She lifted the champagne glass to her mouth and took a long sip. Claire could see the dark burgundy lipstick-mark that her mouth left on the crystal. She looked more closely at the woman's magnificent breasts and could make out the outline of two large, protruding nipples as they thrust out against the thin black stretch material. They were begging for a mouth to surround them. Begging for it... Claire was careful not to be obvious about watching this woman. She would nod and say a few words to seem as if she was participating in the conversation around her. Typical party talk. But her mind--and body--was elsewhere.

As this dark, mysterious woman continued to smoke her cigar and sip from the champagne glass, she had an idea. This was crazy, but her mind was starting to transfer all power to her cunt. What was that old joke that men thought with the wrong head? It was starting to happen to her! She wasn't a lesbian, hadn't had much experience sexually with other women other than the normal flirtations, but this strange woman was having an effect on her! Claire's idea took hold of her body and she waited for her moment. She watched the woman drain the champagne glass, look around for a place to set it down. Her arm flexed, the dragon tattoo moving attractively, powerfully on her bicep. Her small cigar was almost finished as well. The woman spotted a small table behind her with an ashtray, turned and placed both down--the glass and the cigar. She then turned back again, seemed to contemplate returning to the conversation but moved away. Perhaps she was looking for a refill? Regardless, Claire watched the woman's high, tight asscheeks move sensually under the low-slung leather pants, almost revealing her ass-crack as she moved. Just amazing! The heat was getting stronger in her pussy, and the beautiful Nordic blonde decided it was now or never to put her little plan in motion. She just had to do something to connect with the Latin lady without seeming too obvious. Just had to possess something of the woman's to bring them closer in some way. Some how...

As the woman walked away, Claire casually moved toward the spot where she had left the glass and cigar. There was just a little champagne left in the glass, she could see. And the cigar was still smoldering. As was Claire's pussy! She moved so casually, and there was so much party happening around her that she was sure no one noticed what she was doing.

Something somewhere in her mind asked her what the hell she was doing, but it was a small voice and she just ignored it. Her cunt was speaking. She had put down her own half-finished martini upon arriving at the small table, and picked up the champagne glass and cigar, very quickly, very casually. Her eyes finally left the sensual asscheeks she had been watching and arrived on the glass. There were very dark burgundy lipstick imprints on the crystal. There were the same on the small cigar. She raised the glass to her lips, paused to gaze at the lipstick. HER lips had placed them there! Those full, lush lips! She raised the glass slightly to her nose to see if she could smell the sweetness of the lipstick, and she could. There was a faint perfume odor, just a faint one. Claire licked her own lips briefly, in anticipation, then put the glass to her mouth, making sure the burgundy lipstick met her own frosty pink. A slight lick of the glass before it met her mouth and she pressed, as if their lips were joined, raising the glass, drinking the champagne the Latin woman had just drunk. She downed the champagne, savoring the tastes of both the burgundy lipstick and the remaining liquor. Taking a quick look at the glass to see the mingled pink and dark red lipstick, a quick stab of lust hit her full in the cunt. She then raised the cigar to her mouth. She wasn't much of a smoker, but she'd make an exception this time. She again gave a quick lick to the lipstick stain, then sucked on the tobacco. She inhaled the smoke the woman had just taken into her own lungs. Claire exhaled just as sensually as the other woman, the focus of her sudden sexual attention. It was one of the most erotic experiences she had ever had. Pressing her lips to the glass at the exact spot the other woman had, drinking the liquid that had passed those lips, inhaling the smoke that had passed through that mouth into her lungs. It was as if she were actually having sex with the strange woman. That burning sensation between her legs was spreading and getting warmer.

"Would you like another, miss?" She suddenly awoke from her trance. It was a waiter offering another champagne glass full of the yellow liquid. "Miss?" The tray was being extended in front of her.

"Oh, uh, yes, yeah, okay." She put the special glass down and picked up another. It had snapped her out of that weird hot fantasy she was in. She looked quickly around to see if anyone was looking at her, had noticed the risky maneuver. The coast was clear. Wow, what a strange thing for her to do... but where was the woman? She looked around again, didn't see her. She just had to move around, keep from rooting to that spot and feeling pussy juice start to drip down her leg. She had to move to another place in the room, perhaps find the woman again. She just had to find her. Now that she had tasted the woman's lipstick, smoked her smoke, she had to find out what might be next. She was beginning to feel the need for more. The question was--what would that be now? What was happening to her? What was she doing, stalking a strange woman? She had come here with a date, and felt an immediate attraction to some sexy Latin woman and was following her, drinking from her glass, smoking her cigar. She didn't even know if the woman was Latin, or with anyone. WITH ANYONE? What was Claire expecting to do? What was next? Follow her like a bitch in heat? What if someone noticed? A slight sense of fear was mingling with the horniness--it was turning her on like she had never been before...

Claire began circulating around the party again, still holding the small cigar in her fingers, sipping from the new champagne glass. There was a good size crowd here, easy for someone to get lost in the maze. She had glimpsed the woman once, she thought--looking for the black leather pants and high, thrusting tits. But not a full gaze yet. She eventually wound up back where she started from, where she had originally seen the woman. Where had she gone? She had to find her, just had too. She couldn't have left? Her pussy was becoming frustrated...

Suddenly, she glanced to the spot of her first sighting--and there she was! Standing by that small table, smoking another cigar, in a group of chatting people! Right back where she had first seen her, after all that hunting! Her mouth went dry. Claire's cunt jumped, if that was possible! Along with her heart in her own ample chest. And her nipples quickly hardened. Gotcha! She was beginning to think the woman had been an apparition! But she was real, so real. Claire had to be careful not to make her ogling obvious, again. And now it was more like ogling than the previous glancing. Claire was lusting after this sensual, mysterious, sexy Latin woman. She pretended to be speaking with a group of people, but her mind was elsewhere while her eyes drifted over to the woman. To those tits thrusting under the black tank top. To that pierced belly button, pouting over the top of the low-slung black leather hip-huggers. Now how could she meet her? What could she do? She had to do something!

But just as Claire glanced furtively over, another strange thing happened. Something that almost caused the busty blonde to drop her own drink. The dark woman glanced over to Claire at the same time and their eyes briefly met! Claire froze. But it's what she did next that made the beautiful Nordic blonde's blood really begin to boil! As she locked eyes with Claire, the woman brought a martini glass up to her lips--and licked! But... was that Claire's martini glass? The one she had put down right there to pick up the champagne and cigar? Was that her pale pink lipstick she could vaguely see on the glass? Was it her imagination or was that HER glass?? Had she circled around? Had she seen what Claire had done before? Claire felt her face go flush. The woman drank from the half-filled glass, rather slowly--too slowly. Then take a drag from the small cigar. Was that a faint smile? Did the corners turn up on those beautiful, sensual lips? What just happened? The flush spread down to her pussy. Claire could feel a small dripping ooze from her cunt. The woman turned away again, just as quickly as their eyes had met, the episode was over. Almost as if it had never happened. Almost.

Claire felt the need to get away from the area. If the woman had seen her, she would be embarrassed beyond belief! And she didn't want anyone to see how flushed she was. She had to get away from there. She'd pretend to need her jacket, go look for that. What had she done? What was she doing? How could she suddenly be so sexually attracted to this strange woman? She saw Nick a few feet away, chatting with some people. Doing his thing. She moved over to him.

"Hey, Nicky, where's my jacket? Got a bit chilly. 'Know where they put it?" She fairly stuttered the questions.

He looked up from his conversation, "Yeah, C--upstairs, I think there's a coat room somewhere up there." He looked back to the gorgeous redhead he was speaking with. He could be an asshole sometimes. But Claire thought little of that now, she moved toward the stairs and up them to look for her jacket. It was a method to get away from the possibly embarrassing situation with that woman. If she had seen her----

Claire walked down the hall, looking in the various rooms for the coats. She felt herself getting a little more composed, but not much. Her pussy was still moist, she was still flushed. She finally found the bedroom where the coats had been hung for the guests. She entered and found the stylish black leather jacket, putting it on. It felt good on her upper body. It was thin kidskin, hanging loosely below the hem of her micro-miniskirt, allowing her full tits to thrust open the jacket. The jacket was her excuse for suddenly leaving the scene of "the accident". She briefly looked into the mirror in the room and admired herself, the sexy body, tight cocktail dress and contrasting longer black leather jacket.

Suddenly, there was a strong, female voice from behind her, "Ah, here you are, meu Gata! I've been wondering where you went off to..."

Claire whirled around. It was the woman! She was standing there in the doorway! Her throat went dry but her pussy went wet. "Uh, wha, what did you say? Excuse me?" They locked eyes once again.

"Ah, sorry for my poor English. I still haven't gotten the hang of it, as they say. But I noticed you noticing me downstairs, and I thought, ah, think you are so, ah, how you say it? Ah, you are, uh---so, uh we say 'Gostosa'." She swayed into the room. "You are so sweet, meu amor, so sweet. I thought you might like to meet me." Their gaze didn't break as the woman came closer to Claire, into the room. Ice blue eyes locked on to smoldering green eyes. Woman to woman.

"Oh, well," Claire didn't know what to say but had a sudden urge to come clean, "well, that's nice, sorry if I was staring downstairs, but you're very sweet too." She felt fairly lame with that response, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances.

"Yes, Doçura, I know. Every man I talk with down there is after my poontie, I know that. But I only give to whoever I want to." The woman smiled as she drew in closer to the blonde, only a foot or two away. "My name is Raquel. I only here for a few months from Rio. Brazil. I'm from Brazil. Where I learn my English."

"Oh, really? Well, your English is very good." She still felt lame in her stuttering conversation with the target of her lust, but her heat was carrying the words forward. "Oh, sorry, I'm Claire. Nice to meet you." Claire didn't know whether to shake her hand or grab and kiss her. This woman seemed to be very aggressive for someone new to the country.

"Well, thank you. I've studied English for several years. But I also believe there are many ways to communicate, no?" She came closer to Claire. "Shall we speak, Claire?" She came close enough for Claire to smell the musk of Raquel's perfume. It was quiet enough to hear the soft, smooth rustling of the tight leather pants as those well-muscled legs carried Raquel closer to Claire. The blonde's heart was pounding in her ample chest. While her throat became dry, her mouth began to water. The onset of girl-lust.

As the very sensual Latina woman moved closer to Claire, the blonde was at a loss for words. "Uh, sure, uh, what, uh, would you..."




Latin Ladies In Lust: The Stalking



Raquel interrupted as she got closer, her eyes moving to scan the black leather jacket Claire had just put on. "Ahhhhhh, Doçura--Claire--you have such a lovely leather jacket. I just love leather clothing. It looks so soft and comfortable. And the smell of fresh leather... Just so sensual, no?" The woman continued to move closer, her body actually slinking up to Claire. "Do you mind if I feel it? It looks so sexy on you. Do you mind?"

"Uh, n-no. Yes, uh, yeah, it's very comf--" But Raquel hadn't waited for permission to touch the jacket. She was finally up close in front of Claire, so close their tits almost touched. Raquel had raised her hands and placed them on Claire's arms. She began rubbing the leather up and down her arms, slowly, feeling the supple quality of the calfskin. It was more of a caress than rubbing, actually. Raquel's eyes continued to gaze at the jacket, the arms she was fondling. Heat rose between the two women. "Mmmmm, my Claire... this feels so wonderful, such a wonderful jacket. And the smell..." Raquel bent her head and sniffed at the left arm, shoulder and armpit. She drew in a good long sniff of the erotic odor of the leather. "They say leather smells the strongest at the point of the body with the most heat. Have you heard that?"

This was all happening so quickly. "Uh, n-no, I don't think--", Claire tried to respond.

But again Raquel didn't wait for the response. She slightly raised Claire's left arm, the one she had been sniffing, and ducked her nose under into the armpit. Melting into a trance of sexual heat, the blonde allowed the sexy woman access to her armpit. More long sniffs from Raquel, "Ahhhh, yes, the odor of the leather is even stronger under your arm, Doçura. This is very high quality kidskin, no?" Raquel nuzzled her nose under Claire's leather-covered arm, into the heat of her armpit. Having this beautiful Latin woman caressing her leather-jacketed arms and sniffing the animal fragrance in her armpit was a surprisingly stimulating experience for Claire. She had never had anyone, let alone a woman, do this to her before. 

Raquel raised her face back up from under Claire's arm and gazed into the feminine pale blue eyes. "Do you like the feel of leather, Claire? Do you enjoy that?" Her hands clutching the leather-jacketed arms drew the buxom blonde closer in to her body. And their breasts finally touched! It was electric! From hardening nipples, Claire's teats suddenly became as small rocks. The heat seemed to spread from the nipples to the rest of her tits, shooting down to her cunt where juice began to actually leak to her inner thighs. What was happening to her? Claire had never--NEVER--experienced this kind of sexual stimulation from a woman! Never!

All she could say was, "Uh, yes, yeah... I like the feel of leather... It's, uh, very nice on the body... feels nice to touch." She managed a small smile, showing her very white teeth, an awkward friendliness in an awkward moment. "The, uh, jacket is pretty new, feels good...uh, yes." She returned the gaze into those deep green eyes. When Raquel clutched and caressed her arms, Claire had reflexively done the same, clutching the woman's naked arms. Her hands grasped those well-muscled female biceps. Her right hand on the long, flowing dragon tattoo. She could feel Raquel's muscles moving and bulging with each movement. The skin was soft yet taught over those impressive muscles. The arms were very warm. An becoming warmer. To touch that colorful, sensual tattoo on the arm... To caress it...

"Ahhh, so you like it too, eh? Do you like my leather jeans, Claire? I noticed you looking at them from across the room. I had them made especially in Sao Paolo. They feel so good on me, so soft and warm to my body... but why don't you feel for yourself, meu amor? Tell me if you think they are sexy to you. Here..." Raquel reached slightly up and grasped the blonde's forearms and drew them around her body, bringing Claire's hands down and directly on each ass cheek. It meant drawing their bodies belly to belly, breast to breast and thigh to thigh. If the heat hadn't been rising before, it certainly was now. Claire felt her pussy juice begin to run down her thighs, absorbed only in her thong underwear. "Yes, feel my leather jeans and let me know if you like them." Raquel breathed the words into Claire's face, the smell of Scotch, nicotine and peppermints wafting to the blonde's nostrils. A strange mixture, but one that added to her sexual heat. And now! Her hands on those hard, jutting ass cheeks that she had been admiring so much!

Raquel placed Claire's long-nailed hands on her leather-encased ass, pressing them down into the flesh to emphasize that she wanted them to stay there. Claire obliged her. At first her hands just rested on the soft, supple material. Raquel removed her own hands and ran them up Claire's arms to her shoulders. Quickly the sexual shock of the moment broke and Claire realized what she should do next. She began feeling those cheeks, palming those full, rounded globes. She reveled in the contrast of high, hard female ass yet soft, sensual leather. And she squeezed and rubbed Raquel's ass. Her sexual instincts were taking over, leading her in a direction from which there was no return. As she rubbed, Claire realized that the jeans were so low-slung that the top part of the woman's ass was exposed. Along with fondling Raquel's leather-encased ass, she moved her hands slightly up to feel the globes bulging above the pants-line. She felt the heft to those jutting cheeks. She could have easily slipped her hands inside for skin-to-skin contact. But she was enjoying the sensual quality of the leather so much, it just was not the thing to do yet. She moved her right hand, fingers extended, over to the crack of the woman's ass. The pants were so tight that the furrow was very well defined. And, as she let her forefinger follow the cleft up, she discovered there was a small amount of it perceptible to the touch above the waist of the jeans. Yes, that was a small amount of ass crack jutting up above the pants waist! Perhaps only a half-inch, but delectable nonetheless! Claire lightly fingered the exposed ass crack and felt an overwhelming urge to whip the woman around, kneel down, and bury her face in that leather-covered feminine ass, nuzzling her nose and mouth in the warm, fragrant lambskin. Breathing in the intoxicating odor of female asshole and leather. Reveling in the intimate smells and senses as she could sniff deeply of that special scent. But somehow she knew that would happen eventually. This action between them was leading only to one place, she knew. Now for the moment she was satisfied with the increasingly passionate body to body pressing and the fondling of the sexy Latina woman's tight butt and crack. And the feel of those long fingernails in her hair! Claire could feel sweat begin to drip under her arms. Her leather jacket over the skimpy cocktail dress was holding the increasing heat from her body. She could feel the few sweat drippings move slowly from her armpits, down her sides and arms. It began to add that animalistic odor of sweat to the cloud of perfume and leather that enveloped the two clutching women. 

Claire and Raquel gazed into each other's eyes. They were becoming heavy-lidded with lust. Their height was about the same, so their faces were level with each other. Raquel slid her hands up Claire's shoulders and into the thick blonde hair. Her fingers splayed into the luxurious hair and her long, burgundy nails scratched sexily at the woman's scalp. The brunette alternated between languidly scratching the blonde's scalp and slightly squeezing the hair at the roots. It was an intoxicating technique that heightened Claire's sexual stimulation. It also enabled Raquel to bring Claire's face closer to her own.

"So do you like, meu amor? How you like my ass?" Raquel breathed.

"Very nice, Raquel. You have a very firm ass, and I love these jeans." Claire's voice lowered in lust. "So niiiiice." The word almost hissed out of her mouth as she continued to massage the leather-covered cheeks, her eyes moving between those sexy eyes and the woman's full, sensual lips.

"Oh, so nice, I'm glad you like... Perhaps I'll let you wear them some time. They would look so nice on you, Doçura. And I'm glad you like my ass. I work out very much. Would you like to see something else I have that is very sexy?" Raquel gave Claire a slow smile that made the answer obvious.

"Sure, and what might that be?" Claire's voice was coming back to her, the passion she was feeling becoming more of a natural thing, less confusing.

The two beautiful women's faces were only inches apart, warm breath flowing out over each other as they spoke. "Here, I'll show you." Raquel said as she parted her incredibly sexy lips. "I think you'll like this." With that last word, she began sliding her tongue out along her lips. Out and out and further out. It was a thick, curving, yet pointy-tipped muscle. It was one of the longest yet sexiest-looking tongues Claire had ever seen. Raquel bent her tongue in the middle, undulating it like a serpent.

Claire was amazed at this woman's tongue. She stared, transfixed. In a low, lust-induced whisper she said, "Oh...my...God. Ohhhhhh..." The Latina's tongue continued to undulate as it moved closer and closer, toward the blonde's own lips. Like a mesmerizing snake, it drew Claire's lustful attention, her skin beginning to crawl with anticipation. Until it was there, right...there...

"Go ahead, Doçura," Raquel whispered invitingly, "take my tongue...take my tongue...take it..." Claire felt the woman's hot breath wash over her face, smelling of champagne and lipstick. Animal instincts took over. All resistance to the idea of kissing another woman was suddenly gone. Just as Raquel's tongue reached her mouth, before it touched her lips, she groaned with passion and took it. She aggressively wrapped her own glossy lips around the Latina's tongue and swiftly sucked it all the way into her humid mouth. It was surrender to the passion that surrounded the two beautiful women. 

Claire sucked and nursed on Raquel's tongue as it continued to undulate within her mouth...roiling and rolling along her upper palate, along her gums and inside her cheeks, sliding along Claire's white, slick teeth. Their feminine lips merged softly, sticky with lip gloss that began to smear between them, and soon wet with leaking saliva. Claire was surprised at how different it felt kissing a woman's lips as full and pliant as this Latina's. They were so thick and soft, like pillows surrounding the woman's teeth. So sensual, almost like a black woman's would be, she imagined. Raquel's hands clutched the back of Claire's head, massaging it in unison with the motion of their joined mouths and wrestling tongues. Claire, while sucking that hot, slimy muscle, brought her own tongue up to slide along and trace it's edges. Their breathing was ragged as they could only do so through their noses. Their mouths were sealed together with their own mixture of lipstick and saliva. Thick, stringy trails of spit began dripping down their chins. Claire sucked Raquel's tongue, sucked hard, and munched on it with her lips and lightly with her teeth. The sexy blonde tasted the special flavor of another woman's saliva for the first time, with a slight mix of sweet lipstick and tart champagne. Their mouths literally watered together with lust for each other.

Claire's nostrils flared as the two beautiful women feverishly made out in the coat room. This hot Latin bitch wanted to taunt her, wanted to dare her to release her passions? Then she would give her more than she bargained for. All inhibitions were gone, all awareness of where she was...all replaced by a searing desire for another woman...the most sensual, passionate human being she had ever encountered. Sex poured from this Latina's hot body, and it created feelings within this beautiful blonde that she had never felt before. First it was from afar, watching her at the party, stalking her like a prey. It was fantasy. But now the reality of being alone in this room, wrapped in each other's arms, the long, thick female tongue buried deeply in her suckling mouth, full lips glued together, huge breasts pressed tightly nipple to nipple...this turned the fantasy into reality with such suddenness that animal instincts had taken control of the seduction and Claire was powerless to do anything but give in to the womanly lust of the moment.

Raquel began to moan passionately into Claire's mouth. Then suddenly, almost as if she had enticed the blonde's tongue out of hiding with her own Raquel grabbed it with her thick burgundy lips and sucked it powerfully out and into her own willing mouth. The big-titted Latina hungrily nursed on Claire's tongue, returning the passionate mouth-suction with as much urgency as the blonde had given her. And Claire took advantage of the moment to explore the recesses of Raquel's mouth...licking at her teeth, gums, cheeks and palate. Her long-nailed feminine hands kneaded even more lustfully at the brunette's leather-covered ass cheeks, separating each hard globe then sliding her thumbs into the lamb-skinned anal-crack. Claire pulled the woman toward her so their cunts and bellies ground sensuously, undulating together much as their tongues were. As if they were two belly-dancers, lost in a mutual dance of grinding seduction.

The two incredibly sexy women clutched at each other, humped their cunts together and French-kissed for what seemed like hours. But it was a mere ten minutes, building the heat between them to a peak. The room was well air-conditioned, but they were sweating as if working out at the gym. They took turns sucking at each other's tongues, drinking in each other's saliva, all while raggedly gasping for air through their noses. Finally, Raquel broke the girls' kiss with a loud smacking sound. They stared like two female animals into each other's eyes, glazed with lust. Their chins were shiny with slick coats of shared saliva, burgundy and pink lipstick smeared between them. Raquel reached behind herself and grabbed one of Claire's wrists, bringing the blonde's hand up to her face. That hand had just been massaging the Latina's ass cheek and anal crack almost exposed by the low-slung hip-huggers. Without breaking the gaze between them, Raquel brought the hand up to her nose and inhaled. It was an intoxicating smell of leather pants and her own ass, with a touch of female sweat and Claire's own perfume. She closed her eyes in rapture and inhaled again, more deeply.

"Mmmmmm...meu amore, smell, smell..." Raquel opened her eyes to gaze again and turned Claire's palm to face her, bringing it to the woman's nose. "Tell me if you enjoy my scent."

Claire inhaled the fragrance emanating from her palm. It was incredible! The intimate mix of leather, female ass-flesh and perfumed sweat caused her skin to literally crawl with lust. She knew she wanted to press her face directly to where her hand had been. To nuzzle Raquel's leathered ass with her nose and mouth. If the odor were this intoxicating just from smelling her own hand, it would be unbelievable if she had her face directly glued to the Latina's ass, to that most private place on a woman's body.

She inhaled deeply again, gazing into those hooded green eyes. "Mmmmmmm, Raquel, mmmmmm...uhhhhhh...that's soooo gooooood...it's..." Before she could finish, the big-titted Latina suddenly gathered Claire up into her arms, lifting her with such easy strength that it amazed the blonde. Raquel's biceps bulged taughtly as she hefted Claire up into her arms, cradling her, not breaking the lusty gaze between them. The dragon tattooed on her left bicep seemed to move up and out from Raquel's arm as it flexed. The woman's grip was sure and firm under Claire's back and legs. By instinct, the buxom blonde wrapped her arms around the Latina's neck and drew her lips to the woman's. The two girls kissed again with open mouths, deeply and with abandon. Their faces moved side to side as tongues wrestled and lips curled together. Claire's micro-mini skirt slid up to expose her thong and the pussy juice that was dripping down her thighs. Her leather jacket fell open, allowing her outthrust breasts to jut proudly, nipples at hard attention. 

Breaking their hot kiss, Raquel turned and carried Claire to the queen bed that sat nearby. She softly placed the woman down flat. The sound of heavy female breathing filled the room, nostrils flared. Without exchanging a word, the two beautiful women knew what was going to happen. As Raquel slid on top of Claire, womanly body to body, the blonde instinctively spread her legs. The Latina's right leg nestled between the blonde's, her miniskirt hiked now above the soaked thong. As further encouragement, Claire hooked her left leg around Raquel's right, pulling the brunette's muscular thigh into tight contact with her cunt.

As Raquel mounted Claire on the bed, her huge breasts almost fell out of the tight black spandex tank top. They literally poured down onto Claire's, two sets of nipples rock hard and pressing into each other. The blonde reached up suddenly and grabbed the gold elastic loop holding Raquel's hair back in the long pony tail, and with one motion slid it off. Without anything holding it in place, the luxuriant black hair cascaded down onto the beautiful woman below her. 

"Meu amor...Claire... you are so sexy, so Gostosa...I want to...to devour you...I could eat you alive! Do you want me, Claire? Do you want me?" Raquel hissed raggedly.

The beautiful blonde buried her hands into the woman's full, wavy black hair. "Ohhhh...Raquel...yes...I want you too...so...much...I can't believe this...I can't believe...I was watching you...I followed..."

"Yes, Claire, I know. I saw you watching me, following me. I saw you drink from my glass, tasting my mouth then...you were so...so sexy to do that...we were stalking each other like prey...it was soooo hot, Doçura...so sexy how we found each other..." Raquel gazed again deeply into the pools of Claire's pale blue eyes. They were a study in contrasts, the sensual, dark Latin woman laying on top of the beautiful Nordic blonde woman. But there was much they had in common, a shared female beauty and sexuality. A shared lust of one female animal for another. 

Raquel began to slide her leather-covered leg along Claire's crotch. The sensation it caused in the blonde's already-heated pussy was electric. She began thrusting upward, humping the Latina in return. 

"Do you want me, Doçura? Do you want me to do this Claire?" Raquel breathed down into Claire's face.

"Uhhhh...yes...oh, Raquel...fuck me...please...I want you so much, Raquel...you're such a sexy bitch...oh, baby...please...fuck...me..." The heat was building in Claire's cunt as the skimpy wet thong material had slid aside and now all she felt was the smooth, warm kidskin on her pussy. Her clit hardened and rose from its hood, making contact with the hard leather-covered thigh. Rubbing up and down.

"Yessss...Claire...I want to make you come for me...come...I want to fuck you, Claire...meu amor... We are two bitches in heat, in heat for each other..." Raquel had lowered her body so that their pendulous tits were mashed against each other, rubbing together as they fucked their cunts together. One of Raquel's huge tits had popped out of the tank top and was rubbing its bare skin against the fabric of Claire's dress. The two women were breathing more and more rapidly. Even though her pussy was behind the leather lacing of her kidskin jeans, Raquel's clit was hardening, her juices were running down her legs and she knew orgasm could follow soon.

"Oh my God, Raquel...it feels...so...good...ahhhhh...ahhh, yes..." Claire reached one hand down to again clutch at Raquel's ass, pulling her in tightly as they fucked on the bed in the coatroom. Her other hand gripped the woman's shoulder, drawing the Latina's face down to hers. The blonde's mouth hungrily searched for the woman's thick lips. Tongues reached and dove into widely opening mouths, lips enmeshing, saliva dripping freshly between them, sharing the intimate taste of another woman's passion. The two beautiful women French-kissed wildly as they humped and fucked each other. Raquel increased their tempo, clutching her hands to Claire's face. Even without skin-to-skin pussy contact, they felt the approaching orgasms between them. The two women almost swallowed each other's tongues, humping with increased intensity, the odors of cunt, leather, feminine sweat, perfume and girl-saliva adding to their intimate passions. Their lust had no borders, no consciousness. It just was...




Latin Ladies In Lust: The Stalking



Suddenly in an electric wave, it hit Claire first. "Ahhhhh...ahhhh...mmmmmm...ohhhhhhhh...Raquel...ahhhh...ohhhh myyyyyy G...you...bitch...you...bitch...!" The blonde jerked upward, spasming in her climax. This sexual movement sent Raquel over the edge as well.


"Yes...babeee...yess...I...am...your...bitch...ahhhhhhh...Cl...Claire...ahhhhhh...mmmmffff..." Raquel's cunt spasmed beneath her leather jeans, her body undulating rapidly. She had never known an orgasm like this without skin to skin contact. Perhaps not even with skin to skin. 

The two women began to come down from their orgasmic high. Their breathing was still ragged, abundant chests still heaaving. Their arms were wrapped around one another, cheek to sweaty cheek. As Claire's mind began to clear, she realized they where they were--a bedroom that doubled as a coat room at a party! And her date was downstairs! How long had they been here? How much time had passed? Had anyone knocked on the door, looking for a coat? She realized now that she was practically bathing in sweat. Her kidskin leather jacket was still around her, all askew. What had she done? What if someone was trying to get in the room? And here they were, two woman-animals rutting on this bed like the rest of the world didn't exist!

Raquel lifted her face and looked into Claire's eyes. "I can't believe that was so good, it was so good, baby...my God." Claire gazed back, slightly moving her body away from the clinch they had been in. What in the world had just happened?

There was brief awkwardness between them. But it was brief. "It was incredible, Raquel...incredible...I've never...never done this before." 

"You are amazing, baby. Just amazing." Raquel's hand went to Claire's cheek, her thumb massaging. "You are so beautiful. This was so...so..."

Claire was suddenly moved with the urge to kiss the beautiful woman again. If anything to show her they were still connected, that this was not a mistake. As the shock of the moment wore off, she realized she was really--really--attracted to this dusky Latina woman. They kissed softly, their lips sticking slightly together as it ended.

"It was amazing, wasn't it? But," Claire looked around, "what if someone tries to get in the room? Look where we are."

Raquel looked around too, seeing that their passion had disheveled their clothes, hair and makeup. They must be a sight! But there was still heat in her pussy for this woman, she wasn't done yet. She rose quickly from the bed, tugging up on her low-slung leather pants to keep them from exposing her pussy and sliding her breast back into the tank top.

"Claire, let's leave together now...let's go to my place. We can have more privacy there. Will you come, meu amor?"

Claire got up from the bed as well, trying to pull her skirt down to cover her sweaty thighs, adjusting her jacket. She also knew she wanted more. Something was telling her that this was just the beginning. "Okay, yes, let's go. I need to tell my date. My date?!" Oh my, she thought, what must Nick have thought? Had he been looking for her?

Raquel suddenly grabbed Claire's hand. "Let's go, Claire, let's go now. My place is not far from here." She pulled the blonde toward the door of the bedroom. Claire instinctively squeezed the woman's hand. She didn't care about Nick.

The two heated, sweating women opened the door and quickly moved past several startled guests in the hall. Some had very quizzical looks, some smiled with amused understanding. This was Hollywood. As they went down the stairs, Claire saw Nick across the room. He looked at her with concern and began moving toward her. As her date approached, Claire didn't drop Raquel's hand.

"Hey, Claire...I was looking for you! What happened, where did you go?" He looked at Raquel, puzzled, then at their interlocked hands.

"Nick, hi, hey, well, uh, I just ran into an old friend and we're taking off. Go do your thing, don't worry about me. This is Raquel. Raquel, Nick. We're going to take off, Nicky." The girls were still breathing heavily. But in anticipation now.

Nick looked at Claire, then at Raquel. "Oh, uh, hi Raquel." Then he looked down at their joined hands again. Then their sweaty bodies. The light bulb went on. He smiled and nodded.

"Okay, babe. No problem. Go have a good time girls. I'll manage on my own. Nice meeting you, Raquel. Take care of my date here, will you?" His smile was genuine. Yes, this was Hollywood. Land of many different sexual encounters and partners.

"Thanks, Nick. I'll call you." With that, Claire smiled at her date, pulled on Raquel's hand and began moving toward the door.

Raquel looked back at Nick and grinned. "I take good care of her, Nick, no worries." She tightened her grip on this beautiful, busty Nordic blonde and took the lead out the door toward her Porsche for the short ride to her apartment. She looked into Claire's blue eyes as they settled in the car. She was a Latin lady in lust. And things were about to get hotter...

More to cum...



Latin Lessons



I just started a new training class at work. A whole bunch of us are being drafted into a new department due to the "needs of the business." Most of the people aren't too happy about it, since it's a sales-type of department. We'll get our base pay, plus an incentive; not a commission, but an incentive. I've decided to have a positive attitude about it - it is, after all, the opportunity for more money. Why do one job and only get so much money per hour, when I can do another job, and make a little extra if I do it well. I understood why some people weren't happy about it, but I figured I'd make the best of it I could.  

I like to get there early, because to me, on time is half an hour late. Plus, the room we're training in has sixteen computers for the twenty one of us. No good. I like to have my own computer, I'm very hands on like that. I had hoped but did not receive the opportunity to have the computer all to myself. No big deal. A guy who had protested being drafted came in twenty minutes late and the only available seat was next to me. I suppose he was continuing his protest, but whatever. I noticed that he smelled like vanilla...it was nice to have him nearby. His name was Alexandro, with the "x" sounding like an "h," but he told me to call him Alex.

The next day, the procedure was the same. Except by this time, enough people were either "sick" or got booted out of the class for being late too much, there were computers for everyone, which made it rather confusing but pleasing nonetheless when he sat next to me again, not at a computer of his own. I guess he wanted to get booted from the class, but couldn't risk the pay we were getting for the otherwise boring class. 

During down time, we would chat about which departments we'd come from, but mostly about his...he wasn't very inquisitive, but I decided to ask lots of questions because he did all his work in spanish, so I was curious about how it differed from the work I'd been doing. 

For the third day, I overslept. As I raced through my shower - I never leave my house without a shower - and down the road I chided myself for putting my alarm clock so close I could turn it off without even waking up. I vowed to move my alarm clock when I returned home. Arriving at our usual classroom, I found out we'd been moved to yet another, smaller room. I almost felt bad about going in so late (half an hour) until I saw Alex rounding the corner toward our new room. I was two seconds behind him getting there and I think we noticed the same thing at the same time: this room was even smaller, and there was one computer left with two chairs waiting for us. Since he was ahead of me, he got to the computer first and signed on. Today, I would only be able to watch.

I tried to pay extra attention, since I learn by doing, and Alex was the one doing, I had to write down each step in this new program so that I could refer to my notes later on. What I also started to notice, was the number of times Alex grabbed himself, or readjusted his crotch. How he adjusted anything I wasn't sure. He wore his jeans so lose and baggy, it would seem he had enough space for two of him to fit in there. Regardless, it was starting to turn me on, which in turn, required that I adjust myself. I was trying to do it in a less obvious manner, but since his manner was to just reach down and grab what was there, and mine was to squirm around, he was probably doing a better job than I. 

Since our state has laws about required breaks and all, and since we were in class, we all took our breaks at the same time. Each day we got two fifteen minute breaks and a thirty minute lunch break. When our teacher let us go for our first fifteen, I headed as quickly as I could toward the third floor. There was a restroom there that was hardly used, and I liked my privacy, especially when I had raging hard ons. 

The third floor restroom was very clean. Not to say that the rest weren't - my building had excellent janitorial staff - just to say that since it was so infrequently used, cleaning it was always well done. I had hoped while I had my cock out and was pissing so hard against the urinal that it was almost splashing back at me that when I heard the door open it was the janitorial staff. I was wrong. I noticed that the visitor didn't take the urinal two down from me, but the one right next to me. Doesn't this violate some sort of man-code? 

"That class just seems to be getting more and more boring, doesn't it, buddy?"

It was Alex. It wasn't until then that I could smell his vanilla scent. "Yeah, I guess so."

"And it doesn't help when you're too hard to concentrate."

"Heh. I guess you noticed?"

"Noticed what? I'm talking about myself. Bitch girlfriend wouldn't put out last night."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that." I decided to not answer his question.

"Damn, look at this, pissed my brains out and Shorty's still hard as a rock." He turned toward me so I could see his "Shorty."

I thought I'd heard just about everything guys call their dicks, but "Shorty" wasn't one of them. But since he did invite a peek, I peeked and I was surprised to see that Shorty was no shorty. What he had sticking out of his fly was at least 7.5 inches and thick. I'm sure my eyes bulged out a little, and what progress I had made in deflating my own dick by ignoring any sexual thoughts was quickly dismantled. I could feel it growing back to full mast, which was pathetic compared to Alex's meat.

"You like it?"

"It's, um, it's impressive."

"Yeah. Years ago, I could get any chick I wanted and it didn't matter how old they were, they all felt tight. But I've been with my old lady for so long, man, once they give you a couple of kids, the sex just isn't the same. Can't ever get the same satisfaction." He was stroking his cock, keeping it hard while he talked.

I was still staring at his cock. "Oh." That was all I could muster. I still couldn't look away. And clearly he noticed.

"You want to touch it?"

"I shouldn't."

"Why? You got cooties? Go ahead, touch it." He took a few steps toward.

I reached out.

Big mistake. HUGE. God, it was so warm and I could feel it pulsing under my fingers. I had to try to wrap my whole hand around it. I was successful, but just barely. For some reason, I don't know why, he pulled his balls out of his shorts. They too were huge, and heavy. And then, I don't get this either, I started to run my hands up and down his length. I guess it was sheer amazement. Couldn't have been curiosity. I'd seen plenty of dicks before. Maybe not his size, but I used to think once you've seen one, you've seen them all. That had to be a lie. 

"Suck my dick for me."

I wish I'd made him repeat himself. Instead, I was on his cock so fast that the word "eager" didn't describe it. I had my right hand holding his balls in my palm while my thumb and forefinger wrapped around his base, and my left hand jerking the half of his dick I couldn't fit in my mouth. His head alone almost filled my mouth, but I've had years of practice. But years of practice didn't prepare me for something so long AND so thick. 

"Oh yeah," he said. "Damn that feels good. You like that Shorty?"

"Mmhmm," I said, not bothering to stop what I was doing, what I was tasting.

"Cock-hungry little faggot, aren't you?"

Cock-hungry might be a great way to describe me. But faggot - I hate that word. So I stopped. I got up, forced my own dick back into my pants and headed out. 

"No, wait, please. I really need this," he said. He grabbed my wrist.

"I'm nobody's faggot," I said.

"I know, man, I'm sorry."

I paused. Looked at his cock. 

"I'm sorry," he said again.

I'm a sucker for a weak guy, and I couldn't help but see the pleading in his eyes, or the drop of precum on the tip of his dick. God I wanted to taste it. So back down on my knees I went. This time, I didn't just dive down onto his dick, but I licked the head, the glistening precum was some sort of tangy and I knew I'd miss it later on down the line. 

Once the drop of precum was gone, I held his dick up and licked all the way down to the base, then paid extra special attention to his balls. I was having a great time, but apparently I was the only one when he grabbed my hair and pulled me off. 

"Suck it." He had his hand wrapped around the base and had his dick pointing right at me. Somehow it was bigger, longer, harder than it was before and barely fit in my mouth. 

I gagged a couple of times as he pushed me down as far as I could go. I reached up to make him take his hand off my head because I really didn't want to be gagging anymore, and I knew, that if i had time, I could swallow his cock. He wouldn't let me make him take his hands off me, so I settled for running my hands up and down his torso under his oversize polo shirt. His chest was moderately hairy, but not disgustingly so. His chest hair wasn't thick or long, and it was well placed, stretching out across his upper chest and then just a little bit further down the center forming a sort of T-shape. The rest of him, his stomach and sides were completely hairless. From what I could tell, this was a naturally occuring type of thing. I didn't feel any stubble from shaving or manscaping, and he certainly wasn't the type to do it. 

What has always interested me about all the men I've been "intimate" with is the varying sentsitivity of their nipples. His were especially sensitive. I discovered this as my left hand was holding the base of his dick, my tongue was flicking its way up and down the sides, with extra flicking and licking at the apex, the massive, growing-by-the-minute cockhead, and my right hand was reaching up. Though I rarely do it, I had the urge to pinch his left nipple, and pull a little. I don't get into the hardcore pain stuff, so I know my tug wasn't painful to him. But when his cock jumped and immediately began to leak the precum a little faster (mm, tasty), I knew that he was just super sensitive. 

With this information at my fingertips, I knew exactly what to do. I continued sucking his dick, but this time took both hands off of him so that only the hardness of his cock and my mouth controlled his pleasure. Then I reached up, placing my left hand on his right hip. It doesn't bring much but mental pleasure to the guy, making them think that I need something to hold on to, when the fact is, I'm just trying to get their load faster. Then my right hand continued massaging his chest and stomach, occasionally stopping by his nipples. 

I could feel his cockhead clogging my throat and knew I had to pull my mouth off of his dick. I was really proud of myself, having gotten my nose into his boxer shorts, but if I didn't pull off, I would throw up, and that is no way to behave in the middle of a blowjob. So I pulled off, much to his initial disappointment, but I immediately made up for it by wrapping my tongue as much as I could around the head of his cock and focusing on the first three or four inches of his meat. Goddamn it was huge. 

"Oh fuck," he said.

"You close?" I asked. Not that I was truly concerned, because I would have sucked his cock all day if I could, but I knew that we needed to get back to class. 

"Open your fucking mouth or it'll go all over your face."

I opened as wide as I could, but the first jet of jizz still crossed my face. Thank god I had my eyes closed. The taste was thicker than his precum, nice and salty. I kept my mouth open and threw out my tongue where the next shots landed and then he pulled me back onto his cock still shooting his load which went straight back to my throat with so much force that they almost initiated my gag reflex. "Yeah swallow that cum. Oh fuck yeah." He held my head to his crotch until his cock went limp. "Clean me off." 

I didn't wait a moment to start licking him all over again paying special attention to his head. But before I could get him hard again he pulled me off, stuffing Shorty back into his shorts (oh, I get it), zipped up, patted me on the head as he said, "Thanks, man, I needed that," and walked out. 

I licked up and swallowed what bit of cum didn't make it down my throat. Washing my face I realized I still had a few minutes to kill before class actually started back so I headed down to the on-site convenience store. I needed a cigarette and since I quit smoking almost four years ago, I was out. It didnt occur to me until I got to the smoking area with my new pack and saw him smoking with a few of the other Latino people who worked for our company to just bum one. Instead I paid too much for my own pack. The way all his buddies were looking at me when I lit up, I knew I'd need a few more than just one. 

Just as I finished my third cigarette in as many minutes he nudged me on his way in, "you coming?"

"Yeah, I''ll be there in a minute." 

I got back to class, got settled, and tried to get prior events off my mind. I wasn't successful, at all. I spent more time "readjusting" the hard on in my pants than the task at hand.

Just was I was in the middle of readjusting for the millionth time, he poked me with his pen and showed me something written on his paper. 

"Go back to our spot for lunch. I need to pay you back for earlier," it said. 

The note only served to make me even harder. But it brought a sense of pride in me too. I liked the idea that we had a spot. I knew that it didn't mean anything to him, but damnit, I was proud of myself. And, in a way, proud of him. I couldn't believe that this straight guy was going to suck me off. God knows I needed it. 

When we got out of class for lunch, I headed straight back to that bathroom. But I didn't see which direction he went. I was waiting for what felt like forever in that bathroom, which is awkward already to just be hanging out in a bathroom.

Finally, I decided, to hell with it, and was on my way out when he started to come in. 

"Where you headed?" he asked.

"Oh, I thought you backed out. I know youre straight, so, it's okay."

"Who cares about that, I'm not the one who's going to be taking a dick up my ass."

"Wha?" I didn't have time to finish my question since he was pulling me into the handicapped stall. 

He held my chest against the wall while he grabbed his crotch. It was a handful, hell I knew that from the mouthful I got. "I think you're really going to like this," he said. He got really close to me then, and said, "my brother loves it every night."

"Look, Alex, I like you, really, I do, and, I mean, I'd be happy to do what we did earlier, again, but that, I just don't think I can do that."

"You better lube yourself up real good; it can hurt the first time."

He turned me around and held the bottle of lube against my chest until I took it. When I did, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick and started jerking off. I couldn't believe it, but he was already half hard. "Hurry up, we don't got all day."

He intended to do this, with or without my help, so I decided to help myself and dropped my pants, bent over, and squirted lube up my ass. It was a little cold, especially when I pushed it in with my finger, then with two fingers, trying to strech my hole as much as possible before Alex's thick dick could do the same chore. 

"That's enough," he said. 

I didn't really think so, but as I turned around and saw him sitting on the toilet seat, leaning back, his dick standing straight up out of his jeans, I couldn't help but think that he was right, that now was the best time to hop on and ride his dick until the sun came up. I took pulled my pants off completely so I could straddle him, but was only able to make a few steps toward him when he stopped me.

"What the fuck you doin'?"

"What?"

"I don't want to look at your dick. Turn your ass around."

"Oh, okay." I did as I was told, saddened by the fact that I wouldn't get to see his face through the experience. Using his legs between mine as a guide, I backed up, slowly, waiting for him to say something to me. Instead, I felt the head of his dick at the crack of my ass. I kept going, just a bit more, until I was certain that his dick was standing straight up, and my asshole was directly over it.

"Slide on down," he said.

I fully intended to. Even just at my opening, feeling his pulsing, throbing dick changed my mood, my energy level, my interest. No longer was I so unwilling; I wanted that monument to manliness buried in my ass. 

I started to open myself up, to take what I could. What I noticed, once I felt my balls touch his jeans, was that, while his dick was a struggle to fit into my mouth, it fit just perfectly in my ass. Actually, I felt stretched to just the right point; I felt good. And it made me want more. 

"Oh yeah, baby, you're gonna take all that, aren't you?"

"As much as you got to give me." There was no doubt in my mind that my ass could take his whole dick. If there's one thing I'm passionate about, it's dick.

"I love a tight ass riding my fat dick."

I was just started to get into the actual fucking, the up and the down when he stopped me.

"Good boy. Let's change something here."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I was ready for it. He put his hand on my shoulder, almost to keep me in place then I felt him push up, pushing his cock further into my hole while he was lifting himself out of a seated position. He didn't stop until he was standing up completely and I was bent over. His hand still on my shoulder, he placed a hand on the small of my back, pulled his cock almost completely out and then drove it right back in. With his cock buried to the hilt, I felt him wiggle his hips a little. 

I tried to relax, open myself up a little more to him, to give him complete access. "Oh yeah boy you like that piece of Latin meat up your ass?"

I grunted because it was all I could do. He was still fucking my ass nice and slow and it was good, felt really good but I had been expecting the "real fucking." But, I was grateful he was taking his time; his cock was still stretching my hole. So I focused on his shoes, the tan construction boots that had become the staple of the Urban/ Latino culture, and the way his jean legs bunched up over the shoes.  

Then I felt him stop. He took his hands off of me and I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Was he done? Or did he just want to stop? I wasn't liking that idea so I started pushing back on his cock. "Whoa boy, hold on a minute there. Just wanna take my pants off."

"Oh."

"Don't worry, you're gonna get this cock." He dropped his jeans toward the floor but they were just crumpled around his shoes. "Now the real fucking can begin." He put his hands on my hips and said, "you ready, boy?"

"Yeah, papi, I'm ready."

He chuckled. "Papi? You gonna get it now son." He pulled out nice and slow, then rammed me so hard my head hit the bathroom stall door. But that didn't stop him. I just had to put my hands up on the door to prevent that from happening again. He was fucking me so hard and so fast, I wasn't prepared for it the way we had started. But at this point he was hitting something that was sending jolts through my entire body. The last thing I wanted was him to stop. So I started backing up into him.

"Oh yeah baby, take that cock, make it feel good," he said.

"Yeah fuck me papi, fuck me!"

"Alright, just remember you asked for it." He once again rammed me but this time instead of pulling out he stayed where he was until I could feel his boxer shorts up against my ass. He stayed in position letting me revel in the twight zone of having this straight latin man take ownership of my hole. Once my ass started twitching around his cock he started fucking me again, hard and fast, truly challenging me to keep up, hang on for dear pleasure. No other partner had fucked me quite the way he was fucking me, alternating between long slow strokes and fast deep pumps into my ass, reaching spots I wasn't aware existed, with no warning of a transition. It was like he could change pace and intensity and tone and levels of lust mid-fuck. I never had a clue what to expect next, and I never expected him to pull out when he did. I couldn't see him but I felt him push my shirt further up my back toward my head and I heard him pull the condom off. 




Latin Lessons



Then I felt a splash of warm jizz land across my back. "Oh yeah, baby, take your papi's load."

I had no choice but to take it where it landed since he was holding me bent over. I did still feel his balls up against my ass. Then he moved a little and began rubbing his bare cock up against my hole. "Oh that felt good. Thank you," he said, backing away. He pulled up his boxer shorts and sat back down on the toilet seat. "Can't even stand man your ass was so good to me."

I had begun to stand up but I could feel his load rolling down my back toward my ass. "Can you hand me some paper, so I can clean this off?"

"No man, that's my load. Come here." 

I turned around and felt him pull my shirt down and push it into my back, right where his load was. He had marked me. I was his. "I get to fuck you like that every day I'll never have to haul around my full load. I'll just feed you some, then fuck you for the rest!" He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one up right there. "You gonna want some more of this tomorrow?"

I looked down to see him wave around his cock through his boxer shorts. He was starting to jerk himself off and I couldn't believe it but he was getting hard again. God yes. I wanted more of that. Now. I licked my lips before I pulled up my pants. When I bent over I could see the condom on the floor. "We gotta get back to class. Then we can have a lot more of those." He stood up, put his half hard cock back in his shorts and pulled up his pants. I hated leaving that bathroom, but at least I was leaving after having gotten what I wanted.

By the time we got back to class we discovered we were way too late, and we'd been kicked out back to our regular departments. I hadn't realized it but our fifteen minutes of fucking had turned into 45 minutes. At first I was angry about it, but after realizing what I got instead, I was fine with it. And Alex was right - we had a lot more used condoms on the floor. 

I honestly thought that was the last time I'd get to do anything with this Latin man. I was wrong. That was only the beginning.



Latin Lover



It was the summer before I started my senior year. I turned 18 in May and was getting ready for school. I was doing everything that a tall, skinny, blonde hair, blue eyed girl living in Minnesota does. I lived in a small town about forty-five minutes outside of Minneapolis. I spent that summer going to lots of parties and I spent a lot of time with my boyfriend. He had just graduated high school and was getting ready to go off to college. We did a lot of kissing and petting, but I never went all the way with him. Finally, in August, right before he left for school, he convinced me to go all the way. It was very awkward and did not feel good at all. It hurt more than I thought and after he came, he got mad at me for getting blood on his bed. Needless to say, it was not a memorable experience. After that, I couldn't wait for school to start. He left for college a week before I had to return. We both decided to stay in a relationship, but we both knew that we were free to do what we wanted. 

When school started, I had a pretty easy schedule. Most of my credits were already done and I had a lot of filler courses. In one of these classes, I was a Teacher's Assistant for Mrs. Bean. She taught a DSL class, which was a class for people who spoke English as a secondary language. I must have been a very naïve white girl because I did not realize how many Hispanic students went to our school. There was about twelve boys and girls in there, and they hardly spoke any English. That day, they were welcoming a new student who had just moved here from Arizona. Her name was Maria. She was short and had very black hair. She was real quiet and seemed kind of shy. Mrs. Bean asked me to show her around the school. As we walked, I didn't say much because I didn't know any Spanish. 

"Where are the restrooms?" Maria said.

I was very surprised. She spoke very good English.

"You speak English!" I said.

"So do you." she responded.

"Sorry. I figured you didn't speak English since you came from down there."

"Arizona!?!" she said.

"Why wouldn't I speak English since I came from Arizona? It is in the United States you know!"

I started to get the feeling that I offended her.

"I am really sorry. Why don't we start over? My name is Sophie."

"I'm Maria. Sorry, it has just been a real culture shock moving here. I mean Arizona is like the hottest, driest desert and my parents sent me to Minnesota!" she said.

"You're parents didn't come here with you?" I asked, not knowing that I was asking a touchy question.

"Let's just say that I'm not here on my terms. Anyway, you mind if we get back to class? I just want to sit down."

For some reason, I felt right then and there that she needed a friend and I would try to be her friend. 

Over the next few weeks, I got to know her pretty well. She got into some trouble back home with attendance at her last school, and her parents decided to send her here with her older brother, Marcos. She talked about him a lot. She was 18 and he was 31. I thought it was amazing that she had such an older brother.

"Not really." She said. "My mother was real young when she had him. I am the youngest of five. He was 13 when I was born. By the time that he left for college, I was only five years old."

"So what is your brother doing way up here?"

"He met his wife in Arizona. She is from here and when he got her pregnant, they decided to move here to be close to her family. They've been here for about five years now." She said.

"Wow, does that mean that you're an Aunt?"

"It sure does. They have five year old twin girls and a 2 year old son." She said.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Do you ever baby-sit for him?"

"Yeah, but only if he pays me. His wife doesn't trust me very much so she only lets me do it for a few hours at a time. In fact, I am supposed to watch them when I get home from school for about an hour. He works in a restaurant so he works a lot of nights, and she works in an office during the day. Do you want to come over after school and help me?" She asked.

"Sure." I replied, not knowing that this decision was going to change the course of my life forever.

After school was over, we walked to her brother's house. It was about three miles from school. Quite honestly, I was expecting a small house, but it was a little bigger than mine. I was embarrassed at my stereo typing thought. We walked in and immediately her nieces and nephew came running at her. 

"Hey auntie how was school?" they screamed.

"Good. Where's your dad?" She responded.

"Upstairs getting ready for work." They said.

"Okay, go downstairs to your room and play, I'll be right there. C'mon Sophie, you can meet my brother and put your stuff in my room."

Her room was down the hall from her brother's room. Suddenly he came out of the bathroom.

"You're here. Good I have to go to work. Oh, hi you must be Sophie. Nice to meet you." He said as he reached out his hand to shake mine.

I was mesmerized. Her brother was tall, about 6 feet. He was dark, had black hair like hers and he was very good looking. I was not expecting that whatsoever. He rattled off some instructions to Maria about his kids and started to give her some chores.

"I know Marcos, you better get going or you're going to be late. Sophie and I can handle your kids until your wife gets here in an hour." She interrupted.

"Okay, okay, nice to meet you Sophie. I'll see you later." He said as he ran out of the house.

"Maria, you didn't tell me your brother was so hot!" I exclaimed.

"Ewww, Sophie, that's my brother. Besides, he's married and way too old for you. C'mon, let's go see what the kids are doing."

I followed her downstairs and helped her with the kids, but I couldn't get Marcos out of my head. When Marcos' wife, Ashley, got home, he immediately got hotter. She was a very pretty blonde hair, blue eyed girl, just like me. Right then I knew that I had to get closer to Marcos. I just didn't realize how close I would get.

Over the next few weeks, Maria avoided talking about her brother around me. She must have known that I lit up every time she mentioned him. After a few weeks, my obsession started to subside when I started realizing that I probably would never get close to him. Than one day, I got the chance I needed.

"Hey Sophie, what are you doing this weekend?" Maria asked me over lunch one day.

"I don't have any plans. Why, do you want to do something?"

"Well, my sister is going out of town this weekend and my brother has to work late. Do you want to come over Saturday night and help me watch the kids?"

I couldn't believe it. This was the perfect opportunity. I jumped at it without a second thought. I came over to her house at about 7:00pm. Her brother was at work. She had just fed the kids and we played with them for a few hours. We put a movie on for them and than we put them to bed at around 10:00pm.

"What do you want to do now?" asked Maria.

"Lets watch a movie." I said.

"You want to get naughty tonight?" Maria asked with a playful tone.

"What do you have in mind?"

"My brother won't be home till late and he has a bottle of tequila in the cupboard."

"I've never had tequila." I said knowing all the horror stories I had heard from friends that had tried it.

"Don't worry. We'll only have a little bit."

We went upstairs and she pulled out a bottle and two shot glasses from the cupboard. She poured two shots and cut up a lime and took out the salt shaker.

"Okay, pour some salt on your hand, lick the salt, and take the shot, than suck the lime. Ready, go."

As soon as she said that, I followed her directions. At first, the tequila burned as it went down my throat, but the lime made it better and soon I had a warm feeling in my belly. 

"That was a lot better than I thought it would be!" I said.

"Let's do another one." Maria cried as she poured another shot.

After the two shots we watched a movie. Ten minutes into the movie, I could definitely feel the buzz coming on. We were laughing and getting crazy. Once the movie was over, we decided to take one more shot. It was probably one too many. Maria said she wasn't feeling too well so she went and lay down in her room. I was getting tired also and got ready for bed. I took off my bra and put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. I went and lay down with Maria and tried to go to sleep. It was about 1:00am and my head was spinning. I kept on coming in and out of sleep and I think the tequila was really messing me up. Finally, at about 2:00am, I got really hot and took off my sweats. I was still wearing my panties and I had to go to the bathroom. I walked out of Maria's room and went to the bathroom. After I flushed the toilet, I turned on the cold water and wet, my face. It felt really good and I could feel that I was definitely drunk. I turned off the light, opened the door, and started walking towards Maria's room.

"Nice panties!"

My heart sank as I turned around and saw Marcos standing in the hallway. It appeared that he had just gotten home. I just froze, I couldn't move. He gave me a smile and I smiled back. Than he walked passed me and went into his room. I went into Maria's room and closed the door. My heart was pounding and I was working up the courage to do what I was about to do. One look at Maria and I knew she was out for the count. After about five minutes, I stepped back out into the hallway and slowly walked towards his door. I thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest. I slowly opened the door and the first thing I saw was Marcos looking right at me laying down on his bed watching TV in nothing but his boxers. I stepped in and closed the door, and just stood there, in my panties and a t-shirt.

"Do you want to watch some TV?" he said.

"Sure." I walked over and sat on his bed next to him. 

Suddenly, he sat up, turned me towards him, and started kissing me. I just kissed him back and didn't even think about what I was doing. He was a really good kisser, like none that I had ever had before. He used just enough tongue, but wasn't trying to choke me with it. We kissed for what seemed like forever. I really liked it, when all of a sudden; he pulled back, grabbed my t-shirt, and with one clean jerk, pulled it right off. I never really thought about what I would do if I ever got close to Marcos, but I don't think in my wildest dreams that I wanted to go this far with him. But I couldn't, or wouldn't stop him. I don't know if it was the tequila or his kissing, but I just let him do what he wanted to do. 

After he took my shirt off, he immediately started to caress my breasts. I didn't have humongous boobs, but they were a healthy, B cup size and, since I was only 18, they were still very perky. He alternated between sucking one tit, and grabbing and massaging the other. He was so good at sucking on my nipples. They were very stiff at this point and I could feel every nibble and suck that he was doing. I had never felt like this before. I had already been more aroused by this than when I lost my virginity. Suddenly, he stepped it up a notch and I knew I was in for a very good night.

"Lay down." He commanded, as he slid back towards my feet. I did as he asked and he pulled my panties off and threw them to the floor. He grabbed my legs by my knees and slowly pulled them apart. 

"Damn, nice airstrip. You are a dirty little white girl!" He said, referring to my nicely trimmed bush. Then he attacked my wet clit with his ravenous tongue. I came almost immediately. I had never had anyone do that to me before. He wasn't done. He licked me slow, than he would speed up, and than slow down again. As he was still licking me, he slid a finger into my tight little pussy. It felt so good. He continued to lick me as he worked his finger in and out. I lost count how many times I was cumming. Out of instinct, I started massaging my own breasts and pinching my own nipples. Suddenly he stopped and as I looked up, he stood next to the bed and took off his boxers. I started getting scared.

As his boxers slid down his legs, the light from the TV gave me a glimpse of his manhood. It wasn't extremely long; I would guess about 6 or 7 inches. But what stood out was how fat it was. It was definitely bigger than my boyfriend's penis, which up to this point was the only one that had ever penetrated me. He walked over to me and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards his crotch. I opened up my mouth, not really knowing what I was doing since I had never given head before. He slid it into my mouth and slowly pushed in.

"Ow! Watch those teeth girl. Have you ever done this before?" He asked.

"Not really." I responded, thinking that he would stop right there and kick me out of his room.

"Okay, relax your jaw, open your mouth, and slide my dick in and out like if you were sucking a lollipop." He instructed.

I did just that and he started to moan.

"Good, oh yeah, you are a natural. I always knew you white girls could suck a mean cock. Now let's see how deep you can take it."

He started to slowly slip his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. I actually took the whole thing! He slid it back out, and then pushed it all the way back in again. I never thought that I would ever enjoy putting someone's penis in my mouth, but it was actually turning me on, so much so that I was actually cumming again. Then he pulled out completely.

"Suck my balls."

He had the nicest, brownest balls, and I sucked and licked them like two big jawbreakers.

"Flip over." He said as he stepped back. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do so I didn't move.

"C'mon, flip over and get on your knees." Suddenly, I realized what he wanted me to do and for the second time that night, I was scared. I slowly turned over and got on all fours. He climbed up on the bed, and positioned himself behind me.

"I don't care what they say about white girls, you have a nice ass on you." He said, as he spit on his hand. He rubbed my pussy with his fingers that he spit on. Than he spit on his hand again and rubbed it on his penis.

"I've never done it like this before." I said not sure if I wanted him to do it.

"I'm in charge, Sophie. Just stay on your knees and I'll tell you what to do." His aggressive tone started to turn me on and I knew I wanted him to go all the way. He came up and was right behind me. I felt the huge head of his cock rubbing up against my wet hole and clit. Than he pulled it back a little, raised it, and stuck it in just far enough to get the head in. I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Damn, you are tight! Don't worry; I'll work it in nice and slow."

He grabbed me by my hips with his hand and started to pull me towards him. As he pulled, I felt his man-meat sliding in. It started to hurt, but it was also feeling so good. 

"Oh, yeah, that feels good Marcos! Keep pushing it in!" I moaned.

"Patience, baby, I got to loosen you up a bit first."

He slid out a little bit, than back in, going a little further this time. Than back out, and back in. After two or three more strokes, he was all the way in. 

"Oh, baby, you have the nicest pussy I have ever fucked!" I heard him say, but it sounded muffled as my head was spinning again as I started cumming.

"You ready? I'm going to make you a woman tonight!"

He pulled out and than in and started a rhythmic stroke as he kept a tight hold on my hips and rocked me back and forth. I was cumming again. He started pounding harder and faster. Another orgasm. He let go of my hips and grabbed me by the hair with one hand as the other hand reached around and started to fondle my tits. I was cumming so hard now that I started to see black spots. He pulled back on my hair and my face was almost looking straight up. He really starting to pound me hard, as his strokes shortened up, but he was sticking it in as deep as he could get it. My whole body started to tremble as I had my biggest orgasm yet. I could feel my pussy tightening around his throbbing cock when he suddenly let go of me, pulled out, and shot his load all over my ass and pussy. It felt so warm sliding down my crack. After a few moans, he stood up next to the bed.

"Come suck your juices off my cock while it's still hard." I couldn't say no at this point. I just put it in my mouth and started to suck it clean. I don't know if I tasted his sperm or my juices, but I licked it clean. As he went limp, he reached to the ground and put on his boxers. Than he picked up my shirt and panties and handed them to me.

"Go to sleep. I have to get up early too feed my kids." He said, as he led me to his door and let me out. He didn't even give me a chance to dress myself. As I stood in his hallway naked, with love juices running down my legs, I felt so dirty. I started to get dressed, and I suddenly realized that even though I felt dirty, I also felt so alive.

That was last year. I never slept with him after that, and even though I remained friends with Maria, he never said more than "Hi" to me every time I saw him. One thing was for sure, though. I never wanted another white boy again. I just enrolled for college in Arizona and for spring break I am planning a trip to Mexico so I can find me another Latin lover!!



Latin Lover, A Review



There is nothing sweeter to the lips and that passes so easily over the tongue than public access pornography, and a simple channel with a simple show provides that to the masses every week – at the cost of your regular cable, depending on where you live!


Every Friday, for a handful of months this year, I would eagerly wait for Friday nights. In the chill of an old house in spring cuddling around me, I fought off fatigue and stayed up later than usual. And for only one reason – Latin Lover. Around midnight, when all the educational television had thoroughly saturated my brain with knowledge I knew I'd probably never use, it came time to change the channel to the Latin Network. Once there, I'd wait through commercials I couldn't understand even if I spoke the language, advertisements that were selling me things I wouldn't buy even if the spokespeople could speak English; I did all this just to glimpse if I was too late. And every week, I was never sure. For some reason, this one show I was unable to track. I never thought to check the time when I finally turned to this channel. I didn't think to use a television guide, a channel guide, none of the expensive details I purchased with my cable package. If I turned the channel to TLN, and if Latin Lover was on, then it was on and I considered myself nothing less than blessed!

What is Latin Lover, the pay-per-view connoisseur of porn might ask? This is a priceless gem of a television show that I happened on purely by accident, years ago. Being a relentless seasonal insomniac, sometimes I find myself viewing channels I would not normally view in the daytime. For instance, take those info-mercials. I've actually watched them in entirety, from start to finish and then again if the channel was insane enough to play the same one twice. Call me crazy but nothing bores the thinking brain like television – t.v. was a great cure for my insomnia, at least! However, I'm also a notorious "surfer". When I am in the car, I change channels any time someone talks, or on every commercial break. The same applies to my television watching habits; I change the channel as soon as the "show" breaks and I head for the next best show on.

Years ago, after surfing late at night, I discovered Latin Lover. I turned the channel through TLN, expecting to see commercials in foreign tongues, and found instead a bounty of babes and breasts that couldn't be matched at the time! Oh their tongues were foreign! But the exotic ways they twisted and turned them, I sure didn't mind! Greeting my eyes with sweet smooth flesh were the crisply naked bodies of beautiful Latino men and women – all passionate, all the time. They bucked and writhed, grinding against each other. What they were saying or what the plot was, I didn't care at the time. All I wanted was more, more, more!

Eventually my insomnia was cured and I moved on. I got a job in the adult industry that lets me view all the porn I want. I thought for sure that I would become jaded by the free titties I have access to, that sexcapades would soon bore me. That never happened, I'm glad to say. Yes I am now a connoisseur in my own right, and I enjoy certain indulgent fetishes that I never knew existed previous to my current employment. I relish taboo sex, seek out forced sex scenes and search for other things that vanilla flavoured pervs turn up their noses at. I am not as specific as I once used to be, and I do get bored very easily. But now more than ever, I know what I want – and if it's not free, it's not for me. The internet taught me that. I shouldn't have to pay for anything, so I don't. There is always something satisfying and free. I'm on the internet to make money, not give it away foolishly. Do I respect those who pay for the artwork and literature I make with my own hands? I do not. I'm quite grateful they haven't figured out that what I create can be found elsewhere. I truly hope that what service I provide in my own creative endeavors has some sort of selective quality to it that just won't be imitated. Do I believe that with all of my dark little heart? Not yet. Tomorrow, next year perhaps, but not yet.

After working through a few more insomnia-ridden years, I had a period where I didn't seek out television as much. I rather avoided it. I filled my life with other joyful things that had real meaning. All things change though, and all things come full circle, don't they? Soon, I found myself curled up in a rocking armchair, flicking through channels on the boob-tube. Then suddenly that name was not such a misnomer as I used to think it was. Suddenly, I was back on TLN. And the screen was once more filled with mocha skin, coffee tones and soft tans. Oh the flesh, the rounded fake breasts, and the plump bottoms! Oh I must admit that I'm very fond of fake tits. I'm not a lesbian, I'm what's called "bi-curious". I don't intend to find and marry my true female love and adopt some sperm from a choose-your-own-adventurer style of depository. I don't require a woman to be au naturel, with real breasts that have a slight droop or are unevenly measured. No, I'm quite fond of the fake tits that show up in porn and comic imagery, in pinup calendars and on newspapers tracking Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears (my, did she ever "grow up" quickly!). I don't care so much for the lips and asses with silicone injected in. Just breasts, I love breasts that are round and smooth and just a bit bigger than you'd expect a girl that slender to have. This brings me quickly to my next observation about these lovely ladies in Latin Lover. They are all slender, to be sure, but not one of them is deathly ill looking. Perhaps it's the fact that this particular show is actually made somewhere in Southern America, a land only just being discovered and registered as a Third World in need of "salvation". Maybe these people haven't caught on to the North American belief that a girl who is in shape needs to have ribs, spine, ankle and femur bones all showing, and thank goodness for that! No, these ladies appreciate their food, they're grateful to eat! And it shows, all over their bodies. Their bellies are smooth, their navels delicious and flat; but their thighs are plump and rounded, their asses so curved you couldn't balance a penny on any angle of them. Their chests are not thin, they do not come across as being tall and Parisian in any way, shape or form. They've got the bodies of well cared for peasants, that I definitely saw. And I liked it! I loved it!

Sitting there all by myself with nothing else to keep me company but a television show airing only after midnight, I found myself lost in the actual plot of the show. There is a dance production company making a television show of its own – how about that, a television show about a television show, like we haven't seen that before! There are several ladies that are vying for the now vacant lead role in the dance show. The owner of the company has a daughter who has a fiancé who also runs the show on a more personal level. He gets to know the ladies quite intimately, and some of them have trouble keeping his secrets! Of course at some point he is discovered and loses his seniority in the company. It goes on and on and on. The plot schemes and twists and it's difficult to tell who is married to whom, who thinks they love who, and who is going to fuck next. Yes that's right! They fuck in this show! Well no, it's not real fucking. The male actors are soft, not erect, and they tuck their penises behind their female counterparts and out of the way. I have always found it hot that I can actually see that, that I get glimpses of dick, soft as it may be. The cameras take great shots, the sex scenes are very passionate and emotion-filled; but the slip ups and the mistakes are just as enticing and they keep you watching just as much as any of these lovely beauties might.

So it was that I found and watched Latin Lover for several months. While left alone in my own solitude and with insomnia welcomed gladly this time, I watched more and more of this show. I discovered that it actually has a dubbed version that I could watch and follow along with, but the dubbing was terrible. It was like talking to someone from Spain or Brazil, someone who didn't understand English. The metaphors and insinuations were all wrong, the meaning of certain phrases twisted and lost. But it didn't matter. I wasn't watching for the story, now was I? No, I was watching for the sleek bodies and riveting gazes, the passionate kisses and tender yet seductive embraces. I wanted to see only the sex parts, the ways the youngest actress intended to seduce the owner of the production company and the ex-fiancé as well! I fell in love with her, and many of her compatriots. There were a few girls that I didn't find worth watching, at least their faces or their hair or their very outdated clothing; but still, I loved their breasts, their writhing bodies and their alluring come-hither way of speaking to one another.

Only once during this brief period of weekly sex for free did I receive the most gracious of gifts. I watched eagerly each episode, and though they seemed arranged in a terrible order, I didn't mind seeing repeats. I memorized the sex scenes and played them over in my head. It didn't matter to me that they never actually consummated the sex act – the imitation and pretense of what they were doing was more than enough. I only knew that I wished I could be their hands, their lips, one of the two bodies pressed together. And so watching closely as I did, I was able to finally glimpse what I'd given up on seeing – a lesbian scene! One lady was fantasizing about her employees, a man and his wife. In her dream, she was laying prone on a pool table in a lounge room, naked, nipples erect, thighs parted. The man she was drooling over at the time rose up next to her and began to kiss her legs. I thought it was quite hot. Then out of no where, his wife comes up from the same side. She began to lick over the lovely lady's belly, up to her beautiful bountiful breasts and then down to her waiting lips. It was a threesome and though brief, it was incredibly erotic. It was well worth waiting for and I felt I had been rewarded for actually struggling through the plot mechanisms and contrivances. All of the mundanities of an actual "show" were made worthwhile by this one simple sex scene.

Well I know that it's not likely anyone is going to seek out this show based on my limited experiences with it. It wasn't a famous show, that I know of. It was more a show for a hobbyist, I suppose. But it still holds a strong place in my dreams. Now I have more things to do again, and television is once again just for learning. I watch the Discovery channel, Discovery Health channel, TechTV, and other shows. I hunger for the corporate soft porn channels like Hustler and Playboy but like internet porn, I refuse to shell out money for things I can find rather cheaply if I really wanted to. I don't have the patience or time to go and find Latin Lover again, though I know it's on and though I have the wherewithal now of timing it exactly so I never miss it. It just isn't part of what I do.

When it came time to write a review about something, there was little I could write about that anyone might identify with. The movies I most love are not particularly sexy. The books I read are not adult oriented in nature and the scenes that border on erotic, well, they would probably make most people yawn. What could I write about that would interest anyone in the slightest? While it may be truth that my review of Latin Lover will not make someone rush out and scan desperately their own local cable channels for The Latin Network channel, my simple review should at least inspire something. There are those of us who will not require deep throating or titty fucking. There are people who will wait for free public access porn, as it were, rather than pay for something. And there are those of us, maybe a majority of us who are real women, who will get off on seeing sexy supernaturally beautiful bodies portraying sex scenes with all the depth of an erotic pinup – but all the worshipping fans someone producing such stuff might need. I know I'd never pay to see the Latin Lover show on a higher cable channel. I do know I'm aroused by the show, excited and titillated by the little bits and pieces of flesh I get to see. I know I am honestly wet when I remember the scene where the younger actress snuck into the boss's office and pressed her incredibly fake tits against his grey business suit and sat in his lap and ground downwards with her dancer ass. Should all good porn have to be dirty, sticky and wet? Or shouldn't some of it be just enough to leave me in that exact state? That's about all I can say about anything really. I like this show. I hope others know of it too and like it!



Latin



"Open up and lick, bitch," Mandy said in a throaty whisper. Cynthia had been able to resist at first, but with the direct order her lips parted and her tongue snaked out. Tangy and sticky-sweet juices soon coated her tongue and the flavor filled her mouth. Cynthia had no idea what she was doing, she had been commanded to lick and so she licked, with a simple back and forth motion. Mandy's hips bucked and she made minute alterations to her body position to make sure the older woman's tongue was hitting her sensitive spots.

Try as she might, Cynthia found she couldn't hate the flavor. It was strange, musky and sweet, but also pleasant and clean. She tried to detach herself from the degrading act, but she found she couldn't. She became aware of minute changes in Mandy's body. Quivers, sighs, tenseness, and an occasional spasm. She became enthralled when she realized her tongue touching different places was the cause of these changes. 

She began to pay attention and started to move to hit these spots. As she became more sure of just where they were, Mandy began to jog her hips less and soon, Cynthia was craning her neck to reach the places that seemed to produce the most effect. It was only when her tongue found the hard button of Mandy's clit that she realized she was actually trying to make the little slut feel good. The revelation that she was actively participating in her own degradation cut deeply, but she couldn't seem to help herself and continued lashing the sensitive pebble. She had never felt this kind of power before and she was drunk with it. 

"Oh, you're good teach, now open real wide. I'm gonna cum and I want you to get every drop in your mouth," Mandy grunted.

Cynthia complied, not at all sure what to expect. Mandy's body began to jerk and spasm and then Cynthia tasted a much stronger flavor filling her mouth. There was no huge change in volume, but from Mandy's shrill cry she knew the girl had reached her climax. After a few more moments, the girl collapsed onto the bed next to Cynthia. She was quiet and still for so long Cynthia began to think perhaps the lord had struck her dead, but eventually she stirred.

"God damn, that was good," Mandy enthused as she stood up and made her way to the foot of the bed, where the bag from the sex shoppe was sitting. Mandy enthusiastically tore into the box with the harness and in a few minutes had it secured around her slim hips. She grabbed another box and tore into it, removing the ten inch long dong, with faux balls. It was black and heavily veined and she quickly attached it to her harness. 

Cynthia was watching with fascination. The thin girl, with the huge phallus bobbing at her waist was such an incongruous sight. She felt her pussy twitch, but she couldn't tell if it was in fear or anticipation as the girl hastily mounted the bed. 

"Spread 'em," she commanded. Cynthia spread her legs wide, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She thought of her husband's small penis and remembered the pain of their first night together. That experience had convinced her that the Lord's injunction against women enjoying sex was redundant. And now this wicked girl was going to try to put that massive device in her tender pussy. Cynthia was sure the pain would kill her.

Instead of the brutal thrust she was used to, Mandy gently rubbed the head of the toy up and down Cynthia's slit. Making sure to brush the older woman's still sensitive clit and sending delicious ripples of pleasure through her. These fueled something deep within her, something she had never felt, the anticipation of being filled. She felt the fat head seat at her entrance and wiggled her hips slightly, giving Mandy better access.

"Evil Jezebel," Cynthia spat, when she realized she was helping without being ordered to.

"Me? Jezebel? You aren't remembering your bible verses. As I recall Jezebel was on the receiving end of the cocks," Mandy replied with a sardonic laugh.

No brutal thrust, just a steady pressure that slowly forced tissues aside and expanded her already slick channel. A delicious sensation, neither purely pleasure nor purely pain, but a sensation of being full, yet still more of the thick dildo was sliding into her. 

Cynthia waited for the pain. It had to come, she was clutching desperately at straws and the only thing she could think of was that pain would cleanse her, save her from giving in fully to the carnal lust that was fogging her brain. Mandy's hips bumped her own, and a delicious ripple of pleasure that left her nerve endings tingling shot through her. 

"Oh," she gasped, then moaned softly as the thin girl's hips backed out, dragging the fat cock with them. She was very tentative at first, but with each thrust she gained confidence and with that confidence came power. Mandy's strokes lengthened and soon she was fucking Mrs. Cynthia Moran, better than the older woman could ever have imagined. 

Cynthia moaned and whimpered, her legs wrapped around her lover's hips and her fingers dug into the girl's back.

"You're going to hell," she panted. Each time the big dildo sank into her body it produced waves of pleasure that were battering down her resistance. Cynthia was fighting with all the hate and spite she could muster, but she was losing and becoming frantic in her need to not enjoy this.

"Look at how hard your nipples are teach. And I can feel that little pussy of yours holding my cock. You love it, probably always have. I bet the reason you have been such a bitch to me is because secretly you knew you liked women too," Mandy hissed as she worked her hips harder.

Cynthia couldn't respond. She began to moan, and then cry out as the flurry of thrusts reached a crescendo. The driving rhythm of the dildo, filling and emptying her passage was causing bursts of white hot pleasure to ripple away from her pussy. Her stomach knotted and relaxed, then knotted again. She felt that peculiar twinge at the base of her spine and a reciprocal twinge deep in her pussy. Her eyes shot open and she found herself looking into Mandy's face.

"Cum for me baby, cum for daddy," the girl mouthed. 

Cynthia was staggered by what she saw in the girl's face. Not hate, not spite, but genuine tenderness. For that single moment in time, Cynthia ceased to be anything other than elemental woman. No thoughts of morality, no wrong, no right, just passion and pleasure. She nodded slightly and then screamed and arched her back. The world, heaven, hell, everything ceased to be. Only bliss remained, clear, hard, and as brilliant as a star gone nova.