The Familiar Tonic.
CHAPTER SIX.
SECOND PART.
Once I was outside, I breathed in pure air (with the smell of pig shit) and lit a cigar. I hoped the girls were at least enjoying themselves, since thanks to the tonic they might be waiting for several hours of beating with their father and his buddy. Before getting into the car, I looked towards the pens and it occurred to me to take a quick look before leaving. Pigs have always been funny to me, especially piglets, and I also wanted to say hello to Monchito. The more I knew about his family, the more compassion I felt for the poor retard.
I walked alongside the wall of one of the large warehouses until I found an open door. Inside, poorly lit by grimy halogen tubes, there were numerous crowded pens filled with noisy pigs. Some were rooting in their feeders, others were rolling around in the mixture of mud and shit that covered the floor and I saw a few copulating with the indolent enthusiasm typical of animals. Luckily, the corridors between the pens were relatively clean and my sneakers saved themselves from the stinky mire. The stench was much more intense than outside, but my nose had already gotten used to it and I endured it without problem.
I entered the ship without running into any human being, petted some piglets that were playing alongside their large mother and peeked behind a wall that hid a small portion of the enclosure. There was another pen, smaller than the others and surrounded by an old wooden fence. Near the metal feeder, a single boar, a huge verraco with dark skin and wicked eyes, walked around with two testicles like two jugs. But what made me take refuge behind the wall and quickened my pulse was what I saw in the center of the corral. From my hiding spot, I could observe two people completely naked, with their skin covered in sweat and filth.
One of them was a woman in her sixties, large and obese. She was on all fours, with her elbows resting on the mud and her enormous rear end lifted up. Her grey hair clung to her flushed, wide, and puffy face. The small mouth released rapid and hoarse gasps, in rhythm with the man's thrusts as if there would be no tomorrow. The guy was holding onto her large rolls of fat around her waist and making her ass shake with each brutal thrust. If you still haven't figured it out, the fat woman was Don Ramón's wife, whose name I never got to know, and her devoted lover wasn't anyone else but Monchito, her son.
I watched them for a while, impacted by the bizarre scene but not too surprised. I was a little glad about the delayed one. He had been forbidden from enjoying the adulterous stall but at least he could relieve himself by pounding his colossal prick between his mother's abundant flesh. As the couple continued to copulate without slowing down, the pig wandered around a few meters away, ignoring them most of the time and looking at them occasionally. After a few minutes, the woman moved one of her thick arms and hit her son's hand.
Get out. Leave it for Pancho — he said, with a strident and harsh voice.
A little bit more... momma... -pleaded the village fool, still pushing without stopping.
Then the chick grabbed something that was within reach of her hand and which she hadn't seen before since it was half-buried in muck. It was a long and flexible olive branch. She used it to beat with spite at her son's chest and arms. The poor fool stepped back, whimpering, and his wet little one swung between his legs.
I said leave Pancho alone! - The sow got angry.
Defeated, Monchito approached the enormous pig and guided it to its mother, placing his hand on its broad neck. By now, you know that I'm not exactly pacific or prejudiced when it comes to sexual practices, but even I have my limits, and bestiality was one of them. However, morbid curiosity was stronger than my scruples and I didn't move from my hiding spot. For a few seconds, I glimpsed the pig's penis, long, fine, and twisted like a narwhal's horn. The beast lifted its bulk and, with Monchito's help, placed its front legs on the back quarters of the woman, who was panting with her lips slightly open, eager to complete the unnatural union.
At that moment, while he was penetrating me, the pig turned his head in my direction. I swear to my dead that the damn animal looked directly at me with its eyes. I left there like a soul carrying the devil, ran to the Land-Rover and put the key in the ignition with a trembling pulse. Before starting the engine, I listened to the sounds coming from the house, the strong moans of two girls and the triumphant roars of two men. The same silent guy who received me when I arrived opened the gate and soon I was on the road, anxious to get home as soon as possible.
As I distanced myself from the Montillo estate, I calmed down, although the wicked little eyes of the enormous pig didn't leave my head. At least the business had been a success. I had fresh dough in my pocket and no need to bend over for hours during an operation. Yes, though, my clients would have to find another meeting spot since I wasn't thinking of stepping foot back into that abyss of sexual depravity and pig shit again.
I arrived home little after ten. My grandmother was still awake, reclined on the sofa with a sleepy air while watching a movie. I looked at her from the living room door and when she turned her head towards me with a clean, rosy, and affable face, it made me forget the sordidness of the Montillos and the unsettling eyes of the boar. I resisted the impulse to approach her, as I wanted to eliminate any remaining filth from my person that could sully her.
—Oh, you're back so early —she commented, with a sweet smile. The subtle mischief that appeared on her lips told me I was going to have luck tonight.
—Yes. Most of them get up early tomorrow and the party has been short —I improvised. Luckily she didn't know my friends were a bunch of idle slackers.
Did you have a good time? —he asked.
Very well -- I lied --. I'm going to take a shower. We played soccer for a bit.
As you wish, heaven. Here I wait for you.
In my head, that 'I'll wait for you here' sounded as suggestive as if it had opened its legs with a neon sign pointing to its pussy. In the shower, I scrubbed my entire body and hair with conscious effort. I perfumed myself with a splash of the fresh family cologne she used and put on my best boxers. Before returning to the living room, I went out to the garage and took the small paper bag with the lingerie store logo from the glove compartment. When I approached the sofa, my hopes increased at the same time as my erection. She was wearing her bathrobe, but in a different way than usual. The chest area left visible the tight little channel and one of her robust legs remained completely exposed, due to a studied oversight. The beautiful widow had a taste for war and my cannon was armed and loaded.
What is that? she asked, pointing at the bag when I sat down next to her.
I gave him a long kiss before responding. The taste of his lips eliminated all trace of my unpleasant evening and the touch of his thigh on my shins made my blood boil.
I passed by the shopping mall before the party and I brought you a gift.
—Really? But why did you bother yourself? —he said, in a tone of rebuke but with eyes shining brightly with illusion.
He sat down and the change in position opened up his robe more, revealing more skin of his freckled chest and a large part of the other leg. He didn't make any effort to cover himself while I lit the table lamp next to the sofa.
Ah, it's nothing. I wanted to have a little something with you, because I'm having such a good time here.
You're having too good a time, shameless one -- she said, with a snide tone.
He pulled out the set from the bag and enjoyed its surprised expression. He lifted the bra in front of his eyes and looked at it with his mouth open.
Sweetheart... it's precious. And it looks like good quality. You must have spent a lot of money on it.
Ugh, I dismissed it with a gesture typical of someone accustomed to luxury and extravagance.
—But won't it be a bit... loose? —he said with certain timidity, caressing the numerous transparency of the garment.
Well, it's lingerie. That's what it's about.
It seems to me that this gift is more for you than for me, you scoundrel.
You caught me —I recognized, raising my hands.
He grabbed me by the nape and covered my cheek with loud kisses like grandma's, followed immediately by a torrid kiss from lover in which our tongues met greedily. That duality excited me in a way that's impossible for me to describe. He re-grabbed the bra by the straps and put it on at chest level, then measured it. He got up and did the same with the panties.
It seems small for me. Will it fit me?
Try it and we'll get out of doubts — I suggested.
Alright. Wait here.
He went to his bedroom and I reclined on the sofa, letting my already totally erect cock lift the fabric of my boxers without shame. I was more than satisfied with her reaction to my spicy gift, and with the fact that she showed herself so relaxed outside the walls of her bedroom. It took her longer to return than I expected, but my erection didn't lose a single degree of verticality. I heard her footsteps much earlier than seeing her, since they weren't accompanied by the familiar sound of her bare feet but rather a rhythmic tapping.
When she entered the living room and posed timidly for me, with one hand resting on the doorframe, her feet very close together and one knee slightly bent, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets like that wolf when it looked at Betty Boop. The green outfit accentuated the charms of her mature body, abundant curves, and involuntary sensuality emanating from her. The bra only covered half of her breasts, and the pink nipples were perfectly visible, pressed under the semi-transparent fabric. You could also make out the red triangle of pubic hair and the swelling of the major lips that barely peeked between her thighs. She had taken off her glasses and was looking at me expectantly, with a charming mix of shyness and playfulness.
Damn... you're... incredible —I managed to say, on the verge of fever.
For if that wasn't enough, I had been surprised by putting on high-heeled shoes with a darker green than lingerie. They were simple design, with two crossed straps at the instep and another at the ankles.
Is that really true? Doesn't it feel a bit small to me?
It stays perfect for you. Turn around, so I can see you well.
He spun around to give her the back and let out a sigh of pure excitement as I saw her ass. Her large buttocks were almost fully visible, topped by an elegant green triangle of folds. The high heels emphasized the already voluminous attractiveness of her calves and immediately I imagined feeling them on my shoulders while penetrating her.
—And those shoes? They're killing you —I said.
I bought them a few years ago to wear to a wedding. I only wore them that day – he explained. He looked at the shoes and moved them with flirtation, aware of how sexy he was in them.
You should put them on more often.
What do you mean men find it so easy to wear heels, huh? Since you don't have to walk around with them... —she reproached me, giving a cute heel-kick on the floor with her hands on her hips.
Ha ha! Come here, I want to see you closer.
She approached me with a sloppy swagger. Rarely did she wear heels, and less so high ones, but she knew very well how to move in them. I got up from the sofa at the same time as my hands slid down her smooth thighs, rising to her waist. I covered her chest and neck with kisses and felt her hands caressing my back. With the heels, she was more than a head taller, but with her natural generosity, she bent slightly so it would be easier for me to reach my goal.
I thank you very much for the gift, treasure, but you have to be more discreet - she said, almost whispering in my ear - If someone found out that you buy this kind of thing, they would think badly of me.
Think badly and you'll be right. That's what the proverb says – I said. I kissed her near the earlobe, something she loved, and a faint sigh escaped her.
Carlitos... don't be stupid. I'm serious about it.
Don't worry about that now.
We were so hot that the discussion ended at that point. While I continued kissing her, I enjoyed the fine texture of my gift, especially the part covering the nipples, whose hardness increased visibly. I pinched the fabric and managed to catch one of them between my fingertips.
Ah! Be careful... Don't mess it up - she complained -. Wait a moment.
Separating my torso from mine, I discovered that the bra opened in front, a fact I retained for future encounters. The cups jumped to the sides, proof of the tension they supported, and hung alongside the massive breasts. I launched myself at licking and sucking nipple with such eagerness that she let out a giggle. Obviously, her cock was hard as could be, and she rubbed it against her thighs, moving her hips.
Ah, what an appetite you have, son! Is it that you haven't eaten dinner? He joked, although in his question there was also a genuine concern from a grandmother about the eating of her grandson.
Before he offered to make me a couple of fried eggs with potatoes, I silenced him with a wet kiss while rubbing his breasts against my bare chest. She finished taking off her bra, let it fall on the couch and brought her hands to her waist to do the same with her panties.
No. Don't take them away —I said, with affectionate authority.
I don't want them to break down, darling.
It's nothing.
I placed a hand on her crotch and rubbed the fleshy pussy with my fingers above the burning and wet fabric. She blushed even more than she already was and looked at me with an innocent smile, as if getting excited were a mischief and tried to hide it.
Anyway they are already wet —I said.
I noted his body shudder when my hand pressed the area close to the clitoris, which encouraged me to rub his pubic area with more intensity. He parted his legs and bent his knees slightly to make it easier for me. In that position and with heels, his legs were a spectacle for the eyes. He leaned on my shoulders to maintain balance as my massage made his knees tremble from time to time. His sharp moans increased in intensity and volume when I accompanied the stroking with kisses on the neck and soft bites on the earlobe.
Don't... Don't make me kiss you... huh? —she warned, with sighs.
Never mind.
Continued rubbing and fondling the panties until I had her more turned on than Satan's cauldron, panting and on the brink of orgasm. Then I stopped. She looked at me with a supplicating air as I took off my boxers, releasing the pulsating bar of flesh that caught her eye instantly. I grabbed her by the hips and pressed the glans against the panties, so soaked at that point that it was like it didn't exist. I could feel without obstruction the folds and volumes of her prominent sex, and she shuddered again when, grasping her with my right hand, I rubbed my cock against the light fabric.
Do you want me to fuck you? I asked, with my mouth very close to her ear, noticing her accelerated breathing on my neck.
—Yes —stammered after a tense pause.
—Say it. I want to hear you say it
—Carlitos... —whined, supplicant.
I already know you don't like talking that way, so I want you to do it. It really turns me on when you're foul-mouthed -- explained. I rubbed the bud with more force and her knees trembled again.
—Carlos... please...
Come on, say it. Ask me to fuck you —I insisted.
He let out a long sigh and added more wood to the fire, pinching her nipple and licking her lobe. In none of our previous encounters had I seen her so horny, not even the night she drank wine with tonic, and I knew she would do whatever I asked just to feel me inside her.
Come on, follow me, please —he said at last, with a thread of voice.
—A little higher. I didn't hear you.
I want you to... Fuck me, please.
Higher, let's go. We're alone in the middle of nowhere. Nobody will listen to you except me.
Touch me. I want you to fuck me —she repeated, this time almost in her normal tone of voice.
Higher. I accompanied the order with a slap on the buttocks, not too hard.
Come on! Come on, damn it!
Her potent and sharp voice resonated throughout the empty and silent house. Startled by her own screams, she covered her mouth with one hand and looked around with wide-open eyes. Without giving me time to react, I prepared to fulfill her enthusiastic request. I positioned myself behind her and made her bend forward, with her hands resting on the sofa and her legs straight. In that position, her ass seemed like a huge and juicy peach. I spent some time rubbing her buttocks, with my cock inserted between them, and when I noticed she was getting impatient, I pushed aside her panties, explored her naked pussy with the glans until finding the entrance, and penetrated her from behind with a strong thrust that made her entire body tremble, even the sofa.
From her mouth burst a long groan where surprise, relief, and pleasure were mixed. After the first push, others followed that were even stronger. If I leaned slightly to one side, I could see her breasts bouncing in the air. The impact of our sweaty skins resonated in the living room like slaps and on the tender flesh of her buttocks appeared brief and rapid undulations, like the aftershocks of an earthquake taking place between her legs. After a while, it no longer mattered to her how loud her voice was and she screamed with pleasure without restraint. Her legs trembled as if they were electrocuting her when my thrusts and the rapid friction of her own hand on her clitoris took her to a long and scandalous orgasm.
It was a short but intense powder. After just ten minutes of frantic pumping, accompanied by a few slaps that left my fingers marked on her delicate buttocks, I also screamed like an animal and unloaded inside her, pressing my body against hers with force while feeling one wave after another of thick cum filling her pussy. When I finished, I only had the strength to sit on the floor, exhausted. She remained in the same position for a few seconds and I could see the semen oozing and sliding down the interior of her thigh. She put her panties back in place and let herself fall onto the sofa, not caring about staining the sheet that covered it, sweaty and also exhausted.
Neither of the two spoke for a while, until the sound of my stomach broke the silence. I hadn't eaten anything since lunch and was hungry. My grandmother looked at me from the sofa, raised an eyebrow, and I knew what she was going to say soon.
Sky, are you sure you've eaten dinner?
The truth is that I didn't -- admit it, without going into details.
I'll freeze you a couple of eggs with potatoes right now, he said, leaving no room for discussion.
I nodded, smiling. There was no trace of fatigue on his body when he got up from the sofa, picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom in his heels, giving me one last glimpse of his body in motion. My mouth watered thinking about dinner. Besides, the night had just started and I suspected I would need a lot of energy.
CONTINUES...
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