THE TONIC FAMILIAR.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
SECOND PART.
Barbara took a pause to take a breath and rest her jaw, especially sore from Pedro's unusual diameter, which barely fit in her mouth. At that moment Manolo grabbed her arm and forced her up, looking at her with a rictus of intense malice. Knowing my wife Sandra, who was unpleasant, I couldn't help but wonder what a normal day would be like in the life of that marriage, and what would happen if each one found out that the other was cheating on them.
What's up? Am I not doing it well?
My aunt's attitude was defiant and saucy. She thought she had regained control of the situation and no longer showed fear or insecurity.
He's doing it very well, beautiful. So well that as a prize I'm going to fuck you —said Manolo, backed by the perverse giggles of his companions.
What? Nothing about that. I'll blow you and it's done. That was the deal -- she complained again, still angry.
What deal or what crap? As far as I know, we haven't made any deal. -- Manolo turned his head again towards me -- Have we made a deal, Carlos?
—No. None —I said, without hesitating for a second.
We'll talk, you and I... Carlitos -- Barbara threatened me, pronouncing the diminutive as if it were an insult.
I let out a couple of laughs and took a good swig of my beer. Manolo made a gesture to his two companions, who grabbed the woman by the arms and lifted her up to sit her on the edge of a table. She struggled, screaming and trying to kick the owner's husband, who grabbed her ankles, forced her legs apart, and penetrated her without ceremony. The guy was wearing pants around his ankles and I could see his pale buttocks contracting with each energetic thrust, which my aunt reacted to with brief screams that soon turned into moans. Despite pretending to resist, she had also been affected by the tonic and this wasn't far from being consensual. It goes without saying that if it really was a violation, I would have helped her even if they'd beaten me to death. Maybe Barbara didn't like me but I'm not that much of a son of a slut.
Ugh... You're dripping with clam juice, foxy... Who do you want to deceive, huh? - said Manolo, giving it to her harder and harder every time.
Don't... Don't run inside... I swear to you that... —she gasped
Relax. I've got my wife's pussy for that. I'll give you a face cream... Or would you rather swallow it? You look like one of those who swallows it, slut.
Damn pig... Son of a...
Despite the insults, I couldn't deny that I was enjoying each of the strong thrusts. Pedro and Mohamed let her go and she fell onto the small table, with her head almost in the air and her plump shins on Manolo's shoulders, who was holding her by the thighs and pushing without stopping. The bartender and the Moroccan moved the chairs and surrounded the table to position themselves on both sides of her head, brought their cocks to her face and didn't need any instruction. On her own initiative, Barbara went back to sucking and jerking off the two trunks, stretching her neck and breathing heavily through her nose.
After a good hour of enthusiastic banging, Manolo took a break and stepped back, showcasing his erect cock soaked in fluids. Mohamed noticed the opportunity and tried to take his place, but the self-crowned alpha male prevented him with a push.
Where are you going so fast, little guy? Men first.
Laughing out loud, Pedro rode the table and placed himself between my aunt's legs, who he penetrated slowly, holding her by the hips. The Moroccan accepted the hierarchy reluctantly and returned to his previous position to receive oral and manual attentions from Barbara again, attentions that took a while to arrive since it was hard for her to concentrate on anything other than the bartender's thick instrument dilating his requested pussy.
Damn it, Pedro... You're going to split me in two, you son of a gun... What a quiet one you were holding onto!
I've had desires for you since years ago, Barbie - said Pedro, who was panting and sweating like a sumo wrestler in a sauna - . When I see you with your husband, I think what luck he has...
—Yes, what luck being married to a prostitute —joked Manolo, who was also trying to make her suck him off.
I wouldn't know how to explain what happened next. Maybe the owner of Casa Juan 2 didn't get along too well with the son of the tobacconist, or maybe the stout bartender was fantasizing about Barbi and in love with her, or perhaps my cocktail had increased the aggressiveness of both. The point is that Pedro didn't think it was funny when they called a married woman who was getting drunk on one of his bar's tables a whore.
—Maybe you're not the best one to call the woman of another man a prostitute... to the said prostitute, Manuel —said the bartender, still pounding away at a good pace on the said prostitute's...
What do you want to say with that pussy, eh? -- groaned Manuel, stopping to squeeze one of the soft breasts and facing the other man.
I... I don't say anything... But here in the bar... you can hear things...
Without realizing how much he was infuriating Manolo, Pedro increased the pace of his thrusts and the volume of my aunt's moans, who was twisting with pleasure while fondling and giving Mohamed's cock some distracted licks. Red with rage at the tabernarian's insinuations, Manolo launched himself at him and pushed him away with a furious shove, interrupting the pleasant coitus. Pedro's cock, larger than I had initially thought it to be and of a diameter that I have not seen in a human penis since, swayed to the sides when its owner stumbled back with a grunt of surprise. Luckily, instead of taking off his pants he had pulled out the contraption from his fly and didn't end up falling down.
—But what... pussy is happening? I'm about to come, I swear to God! —complained Barbara, sprawled out on the table with her legs raised in the air.
You don't worry about it. I'll screw —said the volunteer Mohamed, with his characteristic accent, sword in hand.
Manolo had grabbed Pedro by the lapels of his white shirt, which he was wearing open, exposing his protruding and hairy belly like a chest. He pushed him towards the bar and spoke to him, bringing their faces so close that their noses touched.
What have you got to say about my wife, momma? What is it that you're listening to?
To the sweaty gnome, lower than the other but also stronger, it didn't cost him to free himself from his grasp and push him against a wall, where he immobilized him putting his arm on his chest, with his face reddened transformed into the mask of a bearded demon that spoke in a malicious tone.
—Tell me... Have you noticed that lately Monchito hasn't been seen around town? —asked Pedro, resisting without problem the struggling of his opponent.
What's your story with me? Why are you mentioning that subnormal guy?
—Well... I'm not saying it's true, but there are those who comment that Montillo won't let him leave the estate because he was screwing your wife, and doesn't want trouble with your family.
When I heard the malicious rumor, whose veracity I could have confirmed, the outrage of the outraged husband reached its peak. He managed to free himself and both of them got entangled in a clumsy exchange of blows, so violent that I was forced to intervene. I left my comfortable observation post and slid as best I could between their bodies, separating them with shouts and pushes, at risk of getting hit by one of the not-so-precise projectiles being thrown.
Here we go! Be quiet, guys! I exclaimed when I managed to separate them.
They stood up, looking at each other with spite and panting. None of the punches had hit the mark and there was nothing to regret blue eyes or broken noses.
—But have you heard what this miserable one is saying? —Manolo asked, addressing me but not taking his eyes off his rival.
That's nonsense, man. People get bored here and make up silly things —I said. In my head, I was listening to Sandra's cries of pleasure when Monchito stuck his horsecock into her until the eggs. Think about it, damn it. How is a guy like you going to let your wife get screwed by the village idiot?
—A blow job? Do you like it? —the cuck snapped at me in a paranoid outburst of jealousy.
Don't take it with me now, pussy. What I'm saying is that it's a rumor someone came up with a bad idea. How can that be true?
Manolo took a deep breath and calmed down a bit, just like Pedro, who used the opportunity to refresh himself by drinking the melted ice from one of the glasses on the bar.
Excuse me, buddy... I don't know why I said that. I already know it's just some jerk's invention to make you jealous —the bartender apologized. Despite everything, his impressive cock continued totally erect, just like his friend's.
It's fine... Nothing's wrong. I'll find out who's leaving my wife and I'll split his back open. By my dead that...
—A little thing, comrades —I interrupted, while returning to my spot at the bar—. While you're chatting, the brunette is putting on her boots.
In effect, taking advantage of the absurd fight, Mohamed enjoyed himself without any trouble from my aunt's curvaceous body. The young man had sat down in a chair, completely naked, and Barbara was riding his long member, with her feet on the floor and her hands on her lover's shoulders, putting her breasts in his face. The Caribbean buttocks rose and fell at a good pace, allowing the Moorish lance to be driven all the way into its hilt in her hot body, which was shining brightly by then due to sweat.
Like that, like that... suck my tits, Moha... that's it...
Moha was obeying and sucking his nipples like a baby that hadn't nursed in a week, pressing with both hands or burying her face between the firm volumes of those breasts. The two Spanish whites had already signed a truce and wouldn't let the Moroccan enjoy this privilege for much longer, despite it being the wife of a third Spanish white who wasn't there. Pedro finally decided to take off his pants and shirt, and Manolo imitated him. Except me, who was keeping my desire to participate in the orgy at bay, everyone was now naked.
The bartender dragged a chair near the other one, sat down and gave my aunt a couple of slaps on the butt to get her attention. She smiled when she saw the thick cock within reach, dismounted the Moroccan pin and put one leg over Pedro's body, remaining in the same position but on a different mount. She lowered her hips slowly and, using her hand for help, introduced the bartender's morcón into her body, releasing a long sigh of satisfaction. I noted that she liked fat cocks, and wondered what the diameter of my uncle David's would be, and if his constant arguments might be due to his husband not being able to fill it in bed.
—Uh... I'm not done yet —Mohamed complained, losing his wide smile for the first time.
Shut up. You're lucky we let you stick it to her —said Manolo, positioning himself behind the Amazon.
Barbara was galloping faster and faster, scandalously moaning with each bounce, slightly leaning back so that Manolo could pleasure her breasts at will. Still annoyed by the interruption, Mohamed remained standing near the chair, and my aunt was kind enough to masturbate him and bend his body to suck him off with rapid head movements that made her ponytail wave, which restored a smile to the young man.
After a while, my aunt changed the vertical movement to a series of frantic hip thrusts forward and backward, with Pedro's shaft buried in her voracious pussy. She didn't take long to come, twisting and soaking the bartender's testicles and thighs, screaming so loudly that Manolo covered her mouth with one hand, fearing she might wake up the neighbors on the quiet street where the bar was located. It didn't bother her at all, and she enjoyed the long orgasm with muffled groans and nasal sighs. When it ended, she continued riding, slower than before, kissing the bartender's lips and beard.
—Damn... I love your cock, Pedrito... It drives me crazy...
Then when you want... you know where I am...
While Pedrito and Barbi exchanged compliments, Manolo crouched to fondle the prominent buttocks that were undulating slowly in front of him. He separated them to see better the dark butt they hid, sucked his middle finger, and entered without knocking through the back door, almost entirely.
What kind of pussy are you doing? Leave my ass alone! My aunt yelled, turning her head as far as her position allowed it.
I'm not thinking of leaving without trying this drink, so relax, princess, said Manolo.
This time Mohamed instantly grasped what was happening and his smile turned malicious. Maybe he was annoyed at having been replaced in the joyful ride, or simply also wanted to experience the pleasures of anal sex, but he didn't hesitate to help his racist companion by grabbing the woman's buttocks to keep them apart and make it easier for him. Manolo brought his face close to the anus and spat on the dark sphincter. The index finger joined the ring finger, and new moans echoed off the walls of the local.
—Ah! You're hurting me, idiot! Stop it already!
He tried to turn around but the bartender betrayed his beloved Barbi and held her firmly with force, still holding onto his cock which was buried in her dripping pussy, grabbed her arms and prevented her from turning or defending herself by slapping. It didn't matter to me that they were screwing her up the ass. In fact, I got excited at the idea of them sodomizing her until they were tired, but it seemed they weren't willing to be patient and I didn't want them to do a number on her, so I took matters into my own hands. I went behind the bar, looked for one of the small oil jugs used in bars for toast and approached the sweaty quartet with it.
Take it, use this —I said to Manolo, handing him the crystal oil jug.
—That's it! You help them on top! —my aunt reprimanded me, again glaring at me with her dark eyes.
Laughed at you, running around like a crazy person, sis. Cut the crap and let them screw you two by two, so they'll finish sooner - I mocked, while returning to the bar.
Does your mom know you're a degenerate? he asked, trying to get under my skin.
Does your wife know that you eat your own tail three at a time? I replied.
The three men laughed and she let out a snort of rage. With the help of the lubricating olive grower, in a few minutes Manolo dilated the pulsing butt enough to introduce three fingers without difficulty. Mohamed contributed by introducing a fourth finger, and despite the distance that separated me from the group, I could see how the elastic ring surrendered to the intruders without suffering damage. Despite his complaints, it was clear that this wasn't the first time someone had entered my aunt's back door. When he judged the butt ready for more serious things, the son of the grocer got up and slapped the Moroccan on the shoulder, leaving oil marks on his skin.
Come on, you first, Mustafa. So you won't say we don't treat you well here in Spain —he said, proudly.
To the young man's face lit up with pure joy. Maybe he was exploited working like an animal for a miserable wage, being discriminated against and treated like trash only because of his nationality and social class, but at least he would be the first to screw the adulterous woman of a respectable Spanish citizen. Something is something. Mohamed grabbed the dark ramrod, flexed his legs, and pushed slowly, invading centimeter by centimeter the narrow tunnel.
—Aaaaahhh! Slow down, damn it! —she complained, with exaggerated facial expressions of pain.
Manolo, standing next to the chair, laughed out loud and slapped with his palm hand the dark buttocks of Mohamed, whose attractive shapes did not escape my notice.
That's it, kid... Give it hard... Spank her well in the ass...
To this, Pedro continued with the cock wrapped in the pussy, enjoying the movements provoked by sodomy and licking her tits with delight. Manolo approached a little closer, grabbed her by the base of the ponytail, and gave her a long and sloppy kiss that she responded to with a profusion of saliva and obscene tongue movements inside and outside the mouth. Next, the guy pulled hard on her hair to make her scream, and when she opened her mouth, he spat in it, laughing with lascivious cruelty.
What a shame you live in the city, slut... We would have a great time if you lived here -- said Manolo, not letting her go.
For the town's slut... your wife is already there... getting screwed until stupid —my aunt replied, her voice trembling from the anal thrusts of the Moroccan, demonstrating if there were any doubts how loud she could get.
The controversial topic infuriated the cuck again, who raised his open hand, ready to slap her. I tensed up and took a step forward. The foul-mouthed one deserved a good punch, no doubt about it, but I couldn't let them mark her face. Luckily, the offended one thought better of it. Instead of hitting her, he gritted his teeth, drew a diabolical smile, and pushed Mohamed away with a shove, who, seeing himself interrupted again, unleashed a string of complaints and insults in an unknown language.
You're going to find out, prostitute.
Grabbing still with force the black ponytail, Manolo got into position and anal-raped her with a quick push, puffing and snorting, leaving it inside for a few seconds before attacking an enraged anal screw that made the chair and bodies of its two occupants tremble. The sharp cries of my aunt merged into a single, interminable, syncopated moan, as if she had a violin un tuning in her throat. She had her mouth very open, her eyelids squeezed shut, and clung with both hands to Pedro's sturdy head, who didn't stop licking her trembling breasts.
The husband of the tobacconist didn't last long with such a frenetic pace. When he took her out, I could see the punished butt for an instant, so open that a pencil could have been inserted without touching the edges of the dilated sphincter. With a bestial grunt, he dragged her by the ponytail until she fell to the floor on her knees, a posture which she quickly corrected by getting back down on all fours, because one thing was coming home drunk and another was coming home drunk with red knees. Unmindful of her complaints, Manolo forced her to look at him and masturbated vigorously with the capule rubbing his chin.
Come on... Open that mouth... Open it, I'm going to fill it with cum...
—And a shit —she said. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips.
You'll tear me apart or I'll rip you off a communion wafer, pig.
Again I put myself on guard, sure that Manolo was capable of fulfilling his promise. Luckily Barbara only pretended to be reluctant. It had its charm that at this point she still tried to keep up appearances so as not to be taken for a pervert. Two seconds after hearing the threat, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, keeping her eyes closed and her hands resting on her knees. Manolo increased the speed of his thrusts, roared looking down and unloaded several jets of semen into my aunt's mouth, pressing the glans against her tongue. When the man finished and took a step back, panting and satisfied, she retained the thick cum in her mouth for a few seconds. Instead of swallowing it or spitting it out, she let it drip, parting her lips slightly. The yogurt-like mixture of mucus and saliva slid down her chin, viscous and abundant, falling onto her sweaty chest.
---For crying out loud... But what a promiscuous person you are... ---said Manolo, in a tone that could be either an insult or a compliment.
The other two types had approached and were masturbating at a short distance from her, following the example of their leader and stimulated by the scene. Mohamed was the second to climax, with about a dozen accurate shots that painted the cheek, nose, and forehead of his target white translucent, who was smiling with her mouth open, moving her tongue tip up and down. Shortly after, Pedro emptied his large eggs. He bent over a bit so that his thick shaft would rest on Barbi's chest and decorated her breasts that he loved so much with a slow and abundant discharge that she received by squeezing her nipples together and lifting them slightly.
The three men occupied one chair each, recovering their breath in silence. My aunt sat on the floor, contemplating with a mix of satisfaction and disgust the substance that stained her bronzed skin from forehead to belly button. I decided she had had enough fun for that night, approached her, and lifted her off the floor by the arm, being careful not to stain myself.
---Peter, do you have a hose in the backyard? ---I asked the red-faced and sweaty innkeeper.
Of course yes, man —he replied.
Is it that you're going to wash me like a dog with water jets?
If you don't like the idea you can do like cats and lick your own balls
Manolo and Pedro celebrated my occurrence with laughter and Mohamed smiled, more to fit in than because he would have understood the joke. I led the women to the door at the end of the bar, a door that led to the dark hallway where the restrooms were. The hallway ended at another old door that opened onto a small patio whose center had a drain. Around it were piled barrels of beer, cases of soda, a pair of plants and some junk, like dusty umbrellas or cleaning utensils that the owner didn't use as much as they should.
I localized the rubber hose with a spigot coming out of the wall and unwound it calmly. My aunt was standing in the center of the patio, looking up at the starry sky and enjoying the fresh air, which was fresher compared to the stale interior of the local since the night was as hot as usual. When I approached, her dark eyes pierced mine.
You won't tell your uncle anything about this, will you? —he asked, seriously.
Of course not—I replied. But don't forget that now you owe me one.
So you owe me one, huh? --Her voice turned insidious and her lips curved into a lewd half-smile--. And how do you think you'll get it back, Carlitos?
He took a step forward and grabbed my groin area. It didn't take him long to locate and grab my cock, almost fully erect under the fabric of my pants. He circled around without issues, moving his hand up and down, opening his eyes in a gesture of surprise.
Oh, damn, sober... It's almost as big as the brunette one.
Let go of that, get out —I ordered her.
¿What's up? Is it that you don't like me? -She pushed her breast to emphasize the volume of her tits and got so close that she almost stained my shirt with the semen of her little friends-. Don't pretend... I've noticed how you look at me, for years now... Especially when we're by the pool. You must have jerked off thinking about me... Haven't you?
I placed my hands on her shoulders, one of the few clean areas of her anatomy, and pushed her away with a shove, which made her let out an exclamation of surprise and disgust. She wasn't used to being rejected by a man, and the expression on her face was almost as pleasant as getting screwed.
—What's wrong with your pussy? —she complained, while recovering her balance on the heels.
When I was about to respond, I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and glimpsed Pedro's corpulent body in the dark corridor, naked and smiling. His chubby cock was erect, pointing forward. Either it had been raised very quickly or hadn't gone down at all after coming. I approached to see what the hell the bartender wanted, although I already imagined it.
Hey... What are you doing? Bring it back, we're going to give her another go —said Pedro, looking at my aunt over my shoulder with his eyes shining with pure desire.
Wait. We haven't finished yet — I said.
The bartender's smile widened and became even more flushed when he brought the bearded face close to my ear.
—Oh, okay, okay... Nothing's wrong. You want to drink it here without anyone bothering you, huh? —he said, with a conspiratorial air. He just lacked giving me little nudges with his elbow.
—No, damn it. It's my aunt —I got indignant, as if being grabbed by someone from my own family were an abhorrent act. I think I haven't been so hypocritical in all my life.
It's nothing, man. You're not blood relatives. And look how good she is, uff... I wouldn't have thought that about you either.
Wait outside. We'll be out soon —I said, ending the conversation.
Pedro disappeared down the hallway and I went back to my aunt, who was now looking at me with a mix of distrust and malice. I looked her up and down and had to agree with the bartender. She was unbearable, but what a good piece of trash that daughter of a slut was. I positioned myself in front of her, with an authoritarian attitude and the rubber hose in my hand.
Get down —ordered.
Oh no, oh no... Have you changed your mind, drunk? I knew it.
Don't call me 'sobri' or 'Carlitos', it makes me sick. Get down already.
Amazed by my dominant attitude, she flexed her legs and sat on her haunches, a posture in which for some reason she felt very comfortable. She tried to pull down my fleece pants to reveal my more than evident erection but I prevented her from doing so energetically.
Hands still. Open your mouth wide and close your eyes,
She let out a giggle but obeyed instantly. Looking up, she opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes with force. I walked over to the faucet, just a couple of steps behind me, turned the key all the way open and shoved the hose end into her mouth. She jumped back startled, choking and spitting water. She sat down on the drain with her butt and looked at me, furious, between coughs and gasps.
You'll be... son of...
I interrupted the foreplay I had prepared with the powerful jet of cold water, which swept away the sticky mixture of semen, saliva, and sweat from her skin. When I tried to talk, I turned on the jet in full face, and pushing her with my foot made her get down on all fours to clean her pussy and ass, both dilated and reddened. Once cleaned and shiny, I cut off the water and let her stand up, puffing with rage and shivering despite the warm temperature.
—What's wrong with you, pussy? Why are you treating me like this?—she screamed, standing up to me in such a way that I felt her breath on my face.
What's the point of treating me like that? I had to come get you because you're acting like a lady. You're a drunk, egocentric, ill-mannered, coarse and, on top of it all, a foxy unfaithful one. You lack respect for my uncle, my whole family, and have made my grandmother cry. Is that not enough?
I recognize that I took advantage of the opportunity to vent and unload everything I had been thinking about her for a long time, and it was all a relief. I thought my words would affect her in some way, but what she did was cross her arms and speak to me in a mocking tone, trying to be sarcastic.
God have mercy! The kid is mad because I made his grandma cry. Is it now that I can't argue with my husband? If that prude doesn't like me putting on makeup...
I didn't let her finish the sentence. I gave her a loud slap that made her stumble over her heels and almost fall again on her ass, something I prevented by grabbing her by the ponytail and pulling her against my body, pressing my mouth to her ear.
Listen well, don't disrespect my grandmother again, are we?
This time she didn't say anything. She just nodded, shaking from head to toe, scared by my sudden display of strength. I relaxed my grip a bit, without letting go completely, and couldn't resist the temptation to caress her breasts a little, which turned out to be as pleasant to the touch as they were to look at. I was getting very horny and decided to finish it off as soon as possible.
—I don't care what you do in your house, but you're not going to argue with my uncle again when you're at his mother's house. When we get there, you'll ask for forgiveness from him and tomorrow from my mother-in-law. Behave yourself and I won't have to tell anyone what happened here tonight, did you understand?
She nodded and I let her go. I put the hose in its place and indicated to my aunt with a head movement that she should return to the bar. In just seconds, she had become so submissive that almost trips and falls, eager to obey me.
Put on your clothes and we're leaving. Those three have screwed around enough already — I said, accompanying her down the hallway.
What I found when we returned to the local didn't expect it at all. Despite the absence of the only woman, the orgy continued, or something similar. Mohamed was lying face down on a table, with his feet on the floor and legs apart. Behind him, Manolo grabbed him by the waist and sodomized him mercilessly, with strong pelvic blows that echoed like slaps over the murmur of the music. The young Moroccan had his teeth clenched and wet eyes, but didn't resist, and his erect cock bounced to the rhythm of the energetic sodomy. Pedro was near them, slowly wanking it, as if waiting for his turn. Barbara stopped in her tracks and let out a couple of laughs on contemplating the scene.
—Ha ha! But what are you doing, faggots? —she exclaimed, amused.
Ugh, it was about time... come here, precious, I'm going to make you fine... said Pedro, cock in hand.
—No. We're leaving —I said, very serious.
What? Come on already!
Stay for a bit longer... Manolo added, still giving it to Mohamed.
It's very late and if I don't take her home, my uncle is going to come looking for her --I ventured, although I doubted very much that my uncle would have the intention of doing such a thing.
The possibility of facing a jealous husband made them not insist anymore, especially if that husband was my uncle, who could knock both of them out without effort. Barbara searched for her small clothes in the local and got dressed into them. She even managed to fix the damaged thong with a knot. Meanwhile, I observed the gay scene with curiosity almost scientific, marveling at what the tonic was capable of doing, effective to the point of transforming three types that ten minutes earlier were (or seemed) totally heterosexual. The son of the tobacconist penetrated the masculine butt with evident delight, slapping his firm buttocks or giving him occasional whacks. Pedro masturbated next to the table, caressing with his other hand the smooth back or attractive face of the young man, who clung to the table, the cock still erect between his thighs, with an expression that was increasingly closer to pleasure than pain.
Leave me alone for a bit —said Pedro, slapping Manolo on the arm.
What are you saying... buddy? If you put that in there... it'll blow him up. And I don't have... the desire to take the little one to the emergency room. Let him suck it, let's make sure he has room in his mouth for it.
Against his will, the bartender circled the table and positioned himself in front of Mohamed's head, plunged his fingers into his thick hair, and pressed the glans against his closed lips. After resisting a bit and saying several phrases in his language, he finally gave in and let the thick trunk of flesh enter his mouth halfway. Without taking my eyes off the peculiar trio, I opened the main door of the local and told my aunt to leave.
Until another day, guys. Have a good time —she bid farewell, waving her hand and hips with flirtation.
The boys didn't even look at her, and the smile of their fleshy lips disappeared quickly. I could sense that she was jealous of the boy and wouldn't have minded staying all night and serving as a semen cube for those three guys. I pulled her out onto the street, pressing the lower part of her back, and bid them goodnight with a laconic 'goodnight'. Although my plan had gone perfectly and the tonic kept me invigorated (and hard like an ape), my head was pounding and I was dying to get home, have a good wank with all the accumulated material from the day, and go to bed.
The heels of Barbara echoed on the cobblestone of the deserted street and I didn't complain when she leaned against my arm, just like my mother did, to maintain her balance. I wasn't very drunk but the irregularities of the old floor didn't match well with her shoes. The warmth of her body pressed against mine contributed to my heat, and the shower had left her with a pleasant aroma similar to that of wet earth. When we were approaching the Land-Rover, she stopped for a moment and looked towards the square, worried.
---And your uncle's car? Are we going to leave it here?
Tomorrow we'll come for him. Nothing will happen to him.
According to my explanation, he followed me and we got into my faithful vehicle. She sat with her knees together and legs stretched forward, not bothering that the skirt left visible the yellow fabric of her thong. We hardly spoke during the ride, and after a few minutes she started fidgeting in her seat, crossing her legs, uncrossing them, and re-crossing them, rubbing her buttocks on the seat and sighing.
Do you want to pee, auntie? I asked, sarcastic.
You're such a fool.
What's wrong with you then? —I insisted.
What's going to happen to me? I'm so horny, damn it... She squeezed her thighs together with force, rubbing the shins against each other, with her hands grasping the edge of the seat. Do you really not want to screw me? We can stop here and do it in the back.
Obviously I seriously considered the possibility of alleviating her vaginal fever. After what happened, I could have done whatever I wanted with that desirable body, counting on her total submission. In my groin, I felt strong palpitations in my cock, as if voting in favor of adding Barbara to the list of penetrated relatives. With great effort, I managed to restrain myself. I thought that the treatment I had given her would be more effective if I didn't give in to her desires. Besides, they had already put enough horns on my uncle for one night, and it would be even more humiliating if my own nephew placed the fourth pair of antlers.
What? Don't you say anything? Come on... You've been stiff since I started dancing at the bar, don't think I haven't noticed. For a moment and let's have one quick one, please... - she implored, while her hand caressed my thigh.
Wait until we arrive —I said. I pulled her hand away and placed it on her own leg—. Do you remember what we've talked about? You'll ask your husband for forgiveness, and then you'll screw him like there's no tomorrow.
—Yes of course... With your grandma in the room next door —she complained, crossing her arms like a spoiled child.
My grandmother doesn't hear anything when she sleeps - I lied, because she had very good hearing and light sleep-. As long as you don't start screaming like a madwoman, nothing happens.
He let out a sigh but conformed, and luckily stopped insisting, since I was very close to putting her on all fours at the back and sowing my turnip in the orifice that her friends from the bar had dilated. I realized how much my relationship with Mom and Grandma was changing, both due to abundant sexual activity and the affective part. A couple of weeks before, if my aunt had offered me a shot, I would have put it up the light speed.
Once I got to the parcel, I parked and told my companion to take off her shoes so as not to make a noise and to stay quiet until we entered the bedroom. The interior of the house was dark and silent. We parted ways in the hallway, where I pinched her cheek like an old movie mafioso and looked at her with malicious seriousness.
Will you be okay from now on, right? I whispered.
I swear it to you, Carlit... Carlos --she said. I had never heard her speak so low and her voice sounded different, even pleasant to me.
Good girl.
I gave him a gentle slap on the buttocks and watched as he entered the guest room, holding his shoes in hand and tiptoeing, which accentuated the shapes of his shins. I stood still for a few seconds in the dim light, slightly regretting not having given him a good scolding during the way.
After a quick shower, during which I mentally replayed everything that had happened in the mayor's car, at the cinema, the motel, and the bar, I came out into the most crowded corridor yet, wearing only boxers. There was only time to wank for a bit with one of the magazines I'd brought from home and sleep as much as possible. But before entering my room, a series of interesting sounds reached my ears that were disturbing the peace of the silent house.
I didn't have to get close to my uncles' bedroom to identify the sounds unmistakably. The familiar moans of pleasure from my aunt mixed with the creaks of the old bed and barely audible masculine grunts. Insatiable Barbie hadn't lost a second to obey me. I wondered what my uncle would think if he knew that his now complacent wife had already fitted three cocks before fulfilling her marital duties. At least none of them had come inside, and her red-haired little soldiers wouldn't have to fight foreign armies.
Just to my left was the door to the main bedroom. I thought about it for a few seconds, listening to the growing sexual frenzy of my uncles, and couldn't resist slowly opening it and entering, closing it behind me. My grandmother was still awake, lying on her side. When she saw me, she sat up in bed with her legs bent in front of her chest and her hands on her knees. She looked at me with an expression between happy and expectant when I approached her.
—Good... It hasn't been easy but I've brought back the 'lady' —I said, in a very low voice.
I see it now, I... I hear it better said, actually —he said, with a mischievous smile.
They haven't taken long to make up, Ha ha!
The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight that entered through the window, enough for us to see each other's faces and, above all, our bodies. I realized I wasn't wearing a shirt, but with so little light and without her glasses it was unlikely she'd notice the scratches on my back. She wore one of her short sleeping shirts, lightweight and very revealing, especially in that position, and white conservative panties. I sat down at the edge of the bed next to her and devoured her legs' rounded forms and the tight cleft, the sweet smile on her pink lips and the loving sparkle in her green eyes. Barbara's coarse Caribbean features vanished instantly from my imagination, banished by a woman who surpassed her in every way.
—Many thanks, sky... I don't know what I'd do without you —whispered, before giving me a kiss on the cheek and caressing my side.
—Oh, it's been nothing. But my uncle should snap out of it and get some balls. That one screams a lot but loses her mind if you treat her rough.
Is it tough love? You didn't hit the poor thing, did you? My grandmother said. That despite everything she cared about her rebellious daughter-in-law is a good example of how good she was.
Ha ha! Of course not. I've only given him a piece of my mind. You'll see how gentle he is tomorrow, like a glove.
Ah, look at that! She exclaimed, admiring my proud and masculine attitude - You're a real little man, sweetheart.
Hey little guy?
Smiling mischievously, I pulled out my cock through the front opening of my boxer shorts, showing it to him in all its erect splendor. She twisted her face and looked towards the door, nervous.
Hey Carlitos... Don't be a fool, huh?
He tried to put the snake back in its cave with his hand, but all he managed to do was excite me more. Kissing his neck and that part of the ear that he liked so much, I made him lie down on the cushions and spoke to him in his ear.
Come on... Just a little bit.
We left off saying that... we shouldn't do these things when... there's more people at home, don't you remember? --he reprimanded me, although it was obvious from his breathing that he was starting to get excited.
It may have already been hot before I arrived, due to the sounds that were coming clearly from the guest room, wall to wall with his. At that moment, Barbara's moans were long and sharp, and the bed creaks strong but spaced out, as if my uncle was administering slow and deep thrusts.
—Those two won't find out anything. Don't you hear how busy they are? —I said.
My caresses lifted his camisón to the waist, I lowered one of the straps and kissed with eagerness the wide surface of one of his freckled nipples. She was stroking my neck with one hand and with the other was trying, without too much effort, to keep her delicate garment in place.
—Carlos... Please... It can't be...
Only a little bit... I reclined on her so that my cock rubbed against one of her thighs --. Are you going to leave me like this? I won't be able to sleep... and tomorrow I'm getting up early.
I managed to free one of her breasts completely and I licked the savory nipple like a calf. That made her let out a sharp sigh. I managed to put my hand under her panties, slid my fingers through the soft pubic hair and found the welcoming folds of her plump pussy.
Oh, God... Always you... get away with yours, scamp —she said, already flushed as if she had run the 100-meter hurdles—. But be quick, okay? And stay... attentive to your uncles. If they stop, you'll run off to your room... are we?
I nodded with my mouth full of tit and put two fingers in the slit that was already getting wet. I didn't know how much endurance my uncle David had in bed, but I hoped it would be enough to let me release myself with the voluptuous widow. Just in case, I shouldn't waste too much time. I interrupted the breast banquet and searched for his lips, savoring his tongue while pulling down his panties by yanks.
Wait... don't be a brute.
She herself took them off, pulled them out by the ankles with an agile movement and hid them under the pillow. I didn't understand that gesture very well, since if someone suddenly entered and caught us in the act of incest, it wouldn't matter where her underwear was. Without taking off my boxers, just in case I had to make a quick exit, I lifted her nightgown up to her navel and positioned myself on top of her, still kissing her and receiving her slow caresses. Our passionate neighbors didn't show any signs of fatigue and I took advantage of one of Barbie's moans to push my grandmother all the way in with one swift motion, without violence but with energy. She brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a scream and felt her body shudder under mine.
Beware... please
Have I hurt you?
No, heaven... But don't be such a beast... We can't make too much noise.
I was going to cost me following his advice considering how hot it was, but I tried. I started pumping very slowly, entering and exiting calmly from his cozy body. He hugged me and lifted one of his legs so that I could feel the curves of his calf on the lower part of my back. He kissed me nonstop, both lips and neck and shoulders.
Thus, sky... Slowly... That's it... Thus... —whispering, with a sharp thread of voice.
As the newly reconciled marriage increased intensity, I also increased the speed of my thrusts. When they took a pause, I left her inside and caressed the trembling belly or breasts of my lover. One of the pauses was so long that she opened her eyes very wide and remained very still, looking at the door and ready to push me to the floor if necessary. Luckily, my uncles resumed the fornication with renewed vigor, and we imitated them.
I recognize that that night I was quite selfish with my grandmother and relieved myself without worrying about her enjoying a well-deserved orgasm, but I swore to make it up to her with interest when we were alone. Animated by the now already scandalous and indecent sexual concert of my uncles, the feverish desire and the effect of the tonic, I accelerated the rhythm and force of my thrusts and in a few minutes unloaded inside the welcoming pussy a good amount of semen, pressing my body against hers with contained convulsions and struggling to remain silent. She, generous as none, encouraged me with more kisses, caresses, and whispers.
I pulled her out and fell onto the bed, recovering my breath without making a sound. In the room next door, the screams and moans, both male and female, were so exaggerated that we couldn't help but laugh at it all.
What a barbarity... This girl is going to kill me —my grandmother said jokingly, as she didn't really fear for the physical integrity of her robust son.
Ha ha! It seems they've forgotten you're here with the commotion. Do you want me to give them a few slaps on the door?
Ay, no, treasure... What shame. Let them enjoy, they don't bother me.
Said so, he turned towards me, gave me a long kiss on the cheek, stroked my stomach and stored my tool inside my scrotum with ease, since he had already lost part of his hardness.
Come on, heaven, get into bed. You can't sleep here today —he told me, pronouncing the last phrase with certain sadness.
I got off the bed after a jump and before leaving I leaned over her and got a last ration of playful tongue, accompanied by a brief massage of breasts.
You'll see when we're left alone. You'll find out. I promised.
You're really going to get it, you scoundrel — she said, giving me a playful slap on the butt when I turned around.
I walked out into the hallway and strolled without worrying about being discreet, since my uncles were still to themselves and wouldn't have heard even a buffalo stampede. In my room, I lit the last cigarette of the day and fell onto the darkness. It had been a long day. Long, strange, and magnificent. I felt like that Friday in June had lasted more than a month, and certainly the experiences had been as many as I wouldn't have had even in an entire year before finding my tonic. Would the next day be just as eventful or would that surprising summer give me a break?
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