Released into the Public Domain If you are offended by erotic stories or are under 18 years old, do not read this story. Border Town Debbie (Part 1) by BTDeb The memories of my sexual past leave me with lot of heady sensations - sexy, desired, and appreciated as a woman. But sometimes I feel vulnerable, used, and then kept in an adulterous lifestyle. Maybe if at least part of my story is told, I would handle living in this male dominated, double standard world.( and the emotional hell women are put through if they seek the same sexual satisfaction as men! )
My name is Debbie and my husband's name is Mitch( neither our real names) . We were both born and raised in a small American border town along the Rio Grande River in west Texas. We are good old fashion American citizens who can either talk with a southern drawl or instantly switch to fluent Spanish. It really helps to know both languages when bargaining across the border in Mexico.
Mexico is a place where men can exercise their double standards to the maximum. Believe me, Mexican men are not alone- lots of anglos cross the Rio Grande into Mexico and do the same things!
My story starts when I met Mitch. I eventually married him because he's bright, from the same town, and graduated from the same University ( Hook'm Horns! ). I got real serious with him in college.
Yes, I did go out with other boys when I was younger, but my dearly departed father was very domineering and stopped me from being wild.
Well, when I went off to college, I dated men but they all soon lost interest because I could only muster a few glancing kisses and hand jobs.
I was about to graduate and wanted to catch a husband before all the good ones were married off. So after a couple of dates and after drinking about a half a bottle of liquor, I finally "put out" for Mitch,. I don't know what really happened but Mitch did make love in Spanish, which is a real turn on. He knew exactly what to do.
Mitch is not a bragger in front of me. But I did over hear him say to his student buddies about being a consummate lover because of the great training his favorite "puta"(Spanish for whore) is giving him. When I heard that, I was Mad! Its okay for men to fool around, But let a woman look for fun with more than one guy - she'll be called a puta and be shunned by the whole damn town! I bought up the overheard conversation but he said it was only macho talk.
What did Mitch like about me? He said I was an elegant, statuesque woman. I must agree. I'm tall, 5'7" (the Spanish in me), light brown (the Mexican Indian part of me), but if out in the sun too long I become almost black, and have a nice, 36-24- 38 figure (Yes, I do have big rear end). I have waist length black hair which I pulled back with a headband in my dating days with Mitch. The reason for the headband in a moment. Before marriage, sex with Mitch was ok, he was soft and tender. he taught me how to give head to get him off but I would gag attempting to take his six inch length. He would beg to see his hot jisam shoot straight into my dolled up brown face and then watch it slowly droll from my open , dark red lips.
The reason for the headband? Because the one time I did not wear it created an incident which left my mother in tears, and changed my sexual habits forever. The story follows:
While we were back in our home town during spring break, some of Mitchs cum got on my hair but I didn't notice it. At home, my very religious and outspoken mother saw it and started a 15 minute tirade about "she knows what's going on between Mitch and I, by coming home very late, liquor on my breath ,my clothes missing buttons and stained, but now you come home with bull semen in your hair ( when she says the phase in Spanish, it sounds down right filthy ), you might as well quit college and earn money being a puta in boy's town across the river!"
She warned I had better marry Mitch immediately, because if I'm running around with cum in my hair no respectable man will marry me - the only men allowing themselves to be seen with me would be old, fat drunks who just want a blow job, or divorced macho men who would fuck you hard to have their bastard babies!
She was incensed! I never heard such language from her before.
I fled in tears to the bathroom. Then with the door locked, I was determined to put my mother through the same emotional hell.
I stripped off my clothes, put on extra heavy makeup to give me that wanton look , climbed on top the counter opposite the large mirror and sat there looking at, and then playing with myself, legs wide open. I let my imagination run wild, I went loco.
Si, mother! You are right. I am a real whore, puta, slut! I loved every minute of it. The bastard who fucked your juicy, Mexican ******** into a cock hungry slut was big, bad, Baba. MOM, He's an Ex con. He was in jail for pimping. I fell for his rock hard, tattooed body. His bull size cock and plum size balls would pound my cunt all night long , flooding me with his hot bull semen.
MOM! I loved him , I whored for him. He trained me to use my mouth and cunt as I never have before and I still couldn't keep him satisfied!
Mom! are you listening! But at least now I can deep throat foot long cocks , trap men in my cunt until their cocks and wallets are drained. Making any man my slave with the way I can milk dick with my mouth. Yeah, his bull dick never left the inside of his brown whore until I was thoroughly fucked and trained .
Mom! For a whole week, I skipped classes to fuck and suck him and his two other "teacher friends" from prison. They couldn't have enough of me. In fact, sometimes I took on all three of them! Thats why I got so slim- I existed on cum!
But that's not all your whoring ******** did. I was begging for more! ( on the other side of the bathroom door, my mother was gasping in disbelief ) He invited me to a football bash. Except I was the bash!
Mom, you know why I came home with my hair cut short? To hide the fact I had my long hair beaded for the party. Let me tell you I looked more like Baba's lover with a suntan so deep, than any of his other bitches. And mom, with the things I could can do with my wickedly trained tongue and mouth, men would never get to my pussy!
Mom! There is more! Baba took me to the best dress shop in San Antonio and got me into the best cock teasing outfit: Lavender spiked heels with matching thigh high leather skirt and a peek a-boo bra to have my dark red tits on display through a see-through blouse. Mom I knew that my long, brown naked legs would have men begging for my pussy.
No panties mom, no panties! Bo said they would only get in the way!
You know what Mom? My bull lover has turned your golden ******** into an actual whore!
Mom, I had 25 Real studs in 3 hours! Bo was such a bastard through. he charged each jock to have me but only gave me the whoring clothes he bought for me.
Si, MOM! Your right, I am a Puta!
After screaming all of that out, I heard nothing but distant sobbing. I put on a robe and dashed out to see my mother in tears on the sofa. We cried together for what seemed like hours recalling how she was raised in a very strict home and was emotionally bent by the macho mentality of once a man claims his woman she is forbidden to see other men. If she does, the woman becomes branded for life. she didn't want me to become branded.
I told her I still loved her, what she heard was not true and don't worry about me being branded. Oh, How mature I sounded at 21, re-assuring my mother that night.
My first rebellion against the double standard happened late in my senior year of college.
Let me tell you what happened the night of the college formal. I wore an above the knee black leather skirt( a classy girl wouldn't wear anything higher ), sheer hose, and black high heels to accentuate my height. With heels, I am an inch taller than Mitch. My top was an elegant, black tube top with a string neck strap with just a hint of mid-riff showing. My face was a knockout! It started with my almost waist length black hair, Pulled back tight from my face with a black headband. My lips and nails a nice shade of red with lots of midnight blue eye shadow. My high cheek bones were accented with deep red rouge.
At this event, I re-discovered Mitch didn't like dancing. That's a real let down because all latina women love to dance!
Well, here I was sitting with Mitch, incessantly begging him to dance and finally he just walks away to talk to his buddies.
It didn't take anytime at all to be spotted alone . At first I said no to everyone, proving to Mitch I loved him. But then I saw him having a good time with his buddies. That was it! I disappeared into the bar area and ordered a stiff drink- and then another. I saw a tall, dark figure pass and then return. I wanted to ignore him, but when I looked up I recognized Wes. His full name was Miguel Weston Jones of Panamanian descent. He was a tall, 6' 2'' hunk of a man with a bushy afro. His muscular physique showed through his tux. "What's a stunning lady like you being alone here - why it's a real sin", he said.
I thanked him for the compliment. He sat down next to me and in no time had me in a much better mood. The bar stools were getting hard and he suggested we move to a far corner table, which I readily agreed. As we were moving into the padded seats, Wes was so tall his head hit the low hung light over our table, causing the light go out and the area to get dimly light.
He joked, saying he should be always wearing his football helmet. But with him now seating right next to me, I said his well kept hair should not be hidden, and that I liked it allot. With that remark, I ran both of my hands slowly through his hair. What a thrill to feel his hair! It felt tough and strong - just how I was imaging the rest of his body would be. With my hands almost to the back of his neck I just let the rest of my body continue to move forward and my lips pressed against his. My hands moved to feel his big chest and his solid groin. I released his mouth and just breathed slowly in his ear. He whispered seeing and admiring me all night, and then we exchanged wonderful butterfly kisses with our tongues.
He stroked my sides with his massive hands, making my tongue probe deeper. Wes then started his hands tweaking and massaging my nipples from the outside of my tube top. Then with one expert move reached under and pulled the top up and over my breasts, exposing both of them for his sampling. His mouth quickly moved there with his tongue and his sloppy wet lips giving me little Os'. His giant, roving hands were gently stroking my knees and thighs causing my massaged thighs to open for his plundering. Juices were flowing. With all this going on, I was sliding half way down my seat exposing sheer, black nylon tops. Even in my stupor, I saw his eyes fixated with the sight of the black tops, red grater belt, lush brown skin, and smell of my animal driven juices coming from the hot box between my legs. While his mouth was roaming my upper body , one of his hands began inching its way to my love channel -pushing my skirt even higher. On an impulse, I groped for his groin and found something huge. It must have been twice Mitch's length and fatter.
He said in a low, deep voice he was proud of his tool but he has seen a couple of white boys with bigger ones. That tone of voice and the thought of so many huge cocks instantly gave me a shudder throughout my body. As his fingers were following my wetness, he deftly pushed aside my panties with one finger, and he gently, but firmly plunged his middle finger into my eager cunt. I was squirming with delight. With his deep soul kisses and rhythmic fingering, I was in rapture.
But what a sight! I went to the Formal, thinking I was the most chic woman there - now, I had my tits, legs, and cunt exposed to the world, with some football jock finger-fucking me! Could a real whore look any better?
At that point, the music stopped, creating instant sobriety - knowing Mitch would be looking for me. I pushed Wes off telling him that I was about to be engaged and left him there. On the way back the bartender called me over. He was an older, classicly handsome, Macho looking man with tall, dark features, slightly pocked marked face, and a couple of gold teeth. Just the type of man my mother warned me about! He remarked that nobody had seen what was going on back there but also he wanted my phone number because his hands wanted to make love to my beautiful behind!
With that last remark, the juicy feeling down there, and Wes's bites and salvia still tingling and wetting the private parts of my brown body, my college educated brain was calling me a dirty, cock teasing slut.
At that instant, I didn't give a damn, I wanted more.
I found Mitch and he attempted to makeup for wandering off by dancing a couple of slow ones with me. However, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wes and the bartender talking together and eyeing me. Then I saw a tall blond walk up to the bartender and kiss him( Blondes are suckers for Latin men ). Wes continued to look at me. I wondered if I was keeping his tool hard with the sight of my dress still higher than what it should be and my aroused nipples poking my tube top. Is the aroma of my love cunt, still fresh on his fingers, driving him crazy?
Mitch's "friends" came over and badgered him about having a final round of drinks with the boys "across". What could I do? What should I do? If I said no, his friends would call him a wimp. He just left, saying he'll make up for it next weekend. There I was, the best looking woman there! I turned round to look for Wes and he was already at my side. He offered to extend my evening by joining the bartender, Juan, with his girlfriend, Tish. I gave Wes a nod and a wink as we walked back to the bar.
Juan was about 48 and lived across the Rio Grande in Mexico and knew the best dance places there. Tish was about 35, tall with a broad rear, and looked as if she had been around a couple times. She still looked good with her short skirt, shoulder length blond hair and breasts which were too big for her blouse.
Since Mitch was going to be in the nearby Mexican town, I suggested we go to the other Mexican border town about 60 miles away. Juan and Wes laughed and I blushed - Tish, had a puzzled look on her face. The name of the Mexican town, when translated, means "black rocks". Since Tish didn't understand any Spanish, Juan had to explain. Tish, with a wry smile said, "I hope there's enough rocks to go around."
We secretly left the hall and took off to Mexico in Juan's car with Wes and I in the back. Wes in no time started where he left off in the darkened booth. I had my legs open for his probing fingers. Ahhh! I felt good -I unzipped his pants and his mighty meat sprang up for my inspection and adoration. It was the huge size I expected before in the bar. I gave it a few quick tugs but Juan said a cop was following behind and wanted us to get dressed. Shortly, we had reached the bridge and the border crossing. In no time we found a bar with a good dance band. It was a hot, humid night and with nonstop dancing, the leather skirt made the sweat drip off of me.. We all went outside to cool off and found a curio shop still open. Tish and I went in to find something lighter for me to wear. All they had were traditional, long peasant dresses with a bare shoulder top. The length would have made the dress still too hot. Tish thought of a solution with the shopkeeper and I emerged wearing a cutoff at mid-thigh, peasant dress. My long, bare legs created approving, lustful stares from Juan and Wes.
We drifted into another bar that was nearly empty but the trio was still playing. I loved the Slo gin they served and with the heat, humidity, and dancing I was hot, wet and getting wild. I was flashing my black panties on the dance floor to Wes and anybody else looking. Young Wes looked apprehensive about dealing with such a wild woman, while Juan and Tish were dancing, smiling and whispering to each other.
Then Juan asked to change partners which Wes went along with. The number quickly ended and then a slow tune started. Juan quickly guided me to the other end of the floor and started his magic. It began with his hands guiding gently over my buttocks through my dress and then going back to raise them slightly. That action gave me a little spark around my clit. But all done discretely and oh so gently. By that time Tish was beginning too run her nails along Wes's spine. Since I was braless my nipples were responding to the intentional rubbing Juan was causing with his chest. He was making me weak and juicy with his movements along with whispering sweet Spanish nothings in my ear.
Then I had a tremble of arousal. Juan asked if I needed to go to the bathroom. I remained silent and tried to keep to the beat- All the while thinking of the conflicts in me : shouldn't I be dancing with Wes? Is it right to runoff to have fun to get even with Mitch? Juan was the type of man my mother warned me about But he was really turning me on!
Juan asked me about the bathroom again. I looked around and I saw Wes now chewing on Tish's ear. Seeing that action, I got the urge for the bathroom. Wes guided me through the back hallway and out the back door saying the bathrooms here were too dirty and there were cleaner ones just down the street. With my high heels and drunken state, Juan had to steady me as we walked the dirt alley. We stopped behind another bar and went into the small restroom adjoining the alley.
Wes boldly stepped in with me, aligned me with the john and told me to pull down my panties and sit down. All in a pleasant but firm voice. We both were silent as I was draining myself. Juan was standing in front of me with a 9 or 10 inch hard-on straining his zipper. I'm sure he was admiring my shiny, sweaty bare shoulders and cleavage. When I finished, Juan kneeled down and told me he needed to clean me and to open my legs. I was confused just long enough to offer no resistance as Juan spread them and quickly made a shift strike with his tongue right on the hood of my clitoris. The pleasure was so intense, I slammed my legs up against and then on top of his shoulders forcing my legs up in the air. He was sucking and licking me into heaven. Nobody had done this to me before! With each lick and nibble I trusted my pussy up harder against his mouth and clever tongue. Then Juan stopped, but my body couldn't stop. I was delirious and forced his head back down. I became a begging bitch in heat- Don't stop! I'll do anything for you. I"ll suck you, I'll fuck you, just don't stop! That got to him. He slide his rough, old hands underneath my dress, and up and down my sweat slick flesh. he kneed and pinched my swaying tits. Juan then lifted my sweat soaked dress completely off. Except for my headband and high heels, my damp brown, excited body was his for the taking.
My olive skinned legs were still wrapped around his neck, when I was lifted up onto the wash counter. I spread my willing pussy as his bulbous cock came out to penetrate my swollen, dripping hot box. His cock was two inches more than I had ever known and after a few slow trusts Juan's cock pounded deeper and deeper into me. The grinding thrusts had me in ecstasy until he came with one, long deep plunge. he fixed his cock deep within me until all of his wickedly hot jizism stopped flowing. We remained locked in lust, with sweat from our over-heated bodies puddling on the floor.
Juan eventually moved off and wanted to hurry back . I slipped on my dress but my panties were too soiled to wear.
Before stepping out of the small restroom Juan looked at my made up face with lust, and said he had to smell my wonderful box again. He immediately lifted me up on the counter again and dove into my naked love box. It was just as good as before but again he suddenly stopped, he ordered me not to move and then walked out the door, The door was unlocked. I didn't want to move. I wanted him to pound my empty cunt again! I guess old men can only do it once a night. I couldn't move anyway because the high heel on one foot was struck in the towel rack!
My heart would pound harder as unknown footsteps would approach and then fade. What would I do if a strange man entered the bathroom?
Whom would he think I was?
Six hours ago I was stunning, but prim and proper lady and now I was in a dirty bathroom wearing nothing but a cheap dress, with my legs guiding men to my exposed, oozing cunt that's filling the bathroom air with the scent of a bitch in heat.I wanted any man meat to come in and satisfy me!
I heard foot steps again, the door opened and it was Wes. He quickly closed the door and stood between my opened legs and grinned a broad white smile down on me. While he slowly removed his shirt, stared into my eyes and described how he is going to ravage me. He pushed my dress up to expose, suck and chew on my melons. His huge ,hard tool was rubbing the outside of my throbbing love box as it was getting lubbed from Juan's jiszm oozing out of my cunt. I was pleading to plunge his cock into my cunt. Then I felt the hard, jizmed head entering, pushing past my liberia, slowing filling and expanding my pussy. Wes's slow but eager persistence, had me lubbed and penetrated till I was slamming my body against his.
After one great final ram deep in my cunt, Wes withdrew his cock and quickly straddled me on the counter, putting his cock into my eagerly waiting mouth. I felt his hot throbbing cock on my tongue. Wes became more demanding as he used his hands on my head wanting both to caress my now disheveled hair and to use my mouth as cunt. He came with hot, forceful spikes of cum for 20 seconds. I savored and swallowed what I could, but cum went everywhere. Knowing other people could be coming, we quickly cleaned up and left to rejoin Juan and Tish.
Juan and Tish were sitting down, waiting for us. Tish immediately jumped up to call me a cheap, ass fucked whore .
At that moment I realized the I crossed the line from the spurred woman and had become a woman I hated Mitch to visit. Juan calmed down Tish by saying he called Wes to really satisfy me. Then Tish agreed with a put down on Juan- "Your right, it takes you one hour before you can come and then I couldn't feel your cock."
"Well", I said to myself," if this ass fucked whore could get an old fart to get swelled up hard and pound me into the wall, I must be the greatest cunt on two legs." We left the bar for home with Tish still embarrassing Juan, one satisfied young hunk, and one wowam would not longer wait around for any man to give me fun and satisfaction.
Mitch never discovered why I didn't return till next morning.
Mitch gave up his old ways after our marriage, at least for a while - But that's another story. Released to the public domain, Border Town Debbie
My name is Debbie and my husband's name is Mitch( neither our real names) . We were both born and raised in a small American border town along the Rio Grande River in west Texas. We are good old fashion American citizens who can either talk with a southern drawl or instantly switch to fluent Spanish. It really helps to know both languages when bargaining across the border in Mexico.
Mexico is a place where men can exercise their double standards to the maximum. Believe me, Mexican men are not alone- lots of anglos cross the Rio Grande into Mexico and do the same things!
My story starts when I met Mitch. I eventually married him because he's bright, from the same town, and graduated from the same University ( Hook'm Horns! ). I got real serious with him in college.
Yes, I did go out with other boys when I was younger, but my dearly departed father was very domineering and stopped me from being wild.
Well, when I went off to college, I dated men but they all soon lost interest because I could only muster a few glancing kisses and hand jobs.
I was about to graduate and wanted to catch a husband before all the good ones were married off. So after a couple of dates and after drinking about a half a bottle of liquor, I finally "put out" for Mitch,. I don't know what really happened but Mitch did make love in Spanish, which is a real turn on. He knew exactly what to do.
Mitch is not a bragger in front of me. But I did over hear him say to his student buddies about being a consummate lover because of the great training his favorite "puta"(Spanish for whore) is giving him. When I heard that, I was Mad! Its okay for men to fool around, But let a woman look for fun with more than one guy - she'll be called a puta and be shunned by the whole damn town! I bought up the overheard conversation but he said it was only macho talk.
What did Mitch like about me? He said I was an elegant, statuesque woman. I must agree. I'm tall, 5'7" (the Spanish in me), light brown (the Mexican Indian part of me), but if out in the sun too long I become almost black, and have a nice, 36-24- 38 figure (Yes, I do have big rear end). I have waist length black hair which I pulled back with a headband in my dating days with Mitch. The reason for the headband in a moment. Before marriage, sex with Mitch was ok, he was soft and tender. he taught me how to give head to get him off but I would gag attempting to take his six inch length. He would beg to see his hot jisam shoot straight into my dolled up brown face and then watch it slowly droll from my open , dark red lips.
The reason for the headband? Because the one time I did not wear it created an incident which left my mother in tears, and changed my sexual habits forever. The story follows:
While we were back in our home town during spring break, some of Mitchs cum got on my hair but I didn't notice it. At home, my very religious and outspoken mother saw it and started a 15 minute tirade about "she knows what's going on between Mitch and I, by coming home very late, liquor on my breath ,my clothes missing buttons and stained, but now you come home with bull semen in your hair ( when she says the phase in Spanish, it sounds down right filthy ), you might as well quit college and earn money being a puta in boy's town across the river!"
She warned I had better marry Mitch immediately, because if I'm running around with cum in my hair no respectable man will marry me - the only men allowing themselves to be seen with me would be old, fat drunks who just want a blow job, or divorced macho men who would fuck you hard to have their bastard babies!
She was incensed! I never heard such language from her before.
I fled in tears to the bathroom. Then with the door locked, I was determined to put my mother through the same emotional hell.
I stripped off my clothes, put on extra heavy makeup to give me that wanton look , climbed on top the counter opposite the large mirror and sat there looking at, and then playing with myself, legs wide open. I let my imagination run wild, I went loco.
Si, mother! You are right. I am a real whore, puta, slut! I loved every minute of it. The bastard who fucked your juicy, Mexican ******** into a cock hungry slut was big, bad, Baba. MOM, He's an Ex con. He was in jail for pimping. I fell for his rock hard, tattooed body. His bull size cock and plum size balls would pound my cunt all night long , flooding me with his hot bull semen.
MOM! I loved him , I whored for him. He trained me to use my mouth and cunt as I never have before and I still couldn't keep him satisfied!
Mom! are you listening! But at least now I can deep throat foot long cocks , trap men in my cunt until their cocks and wallets are drained. Making any man my slave with the way I can milk dick with my mouth. Yeah, his bull dick never left the inside of his brown whore until I was thoroughly fucked and trained .
Mom! For a whole week, I skipped classes to fuck and suck him and his two other "teacher friends" from prison. They couldn't have enough of me. In fact, sometimes I took on all three of them! Thats why I got so slim- I existed on cum!
But that's not all your whoring ******** did. I was begging for more! ( on the other side of the bathroom door, my mother was gasping in disbelief ) He invited me to a football bash. Except I was the bash!
Mom, you know why I came home with my hair cut short? To hide the fact I had my long hair beaded for the party. Let me tell you I looked more like Baba's lover with a suntan so deep, than any of his other bitches. And mom, with the things I could can do with my wickedly trained tongue and mouth, men would never get to my pussy!
Mom! There is more! Baba took me to the best dress shop in San Antonio and got me into the best cock teasing outfit: Lavender spiked heels with matching thigh high leather skirt and a peek a-boo bra to have my dark red tits on display through a see-through blouse. Mom I knew that my long, brown naked legs would have men begging for my pussy.
No panties mom, no panties! Bo said they would only get in the way!
You know what Mom? My bull lover has turned your golden ******** into an actual whore!
Mom, I had 25 Real studs in 3 hours! Bo was such a bastard through. he charged each jock to have me but only gave me the whoring clothes he bought for me.
Si, MOM! Your right, I am a Puta!
After screaming all of that out, I heard nothing but distant sobbing. I put on a robe and dashed out to see my mother in tears on the sofa. We cried together for what seemed like hours recalling how she was raised in a very strict home and was emotionally bent by the macho mentality of once a man claims his woman she is forbidden to see other men. If she does, the woman becomes branded for life. she didn't want me to become branded.
I told her I still loved her, what she heard was not true and don't worry about me being branded. Oh, How mature I sounded at 21, re-assuring my mother that night.
My first rebellion against the double standard happened late in my senior year of college.
Let me tell you what happened the night of the college formal. I wore an above the knee black leather skirt( a classy girl wouldn't wear anything higher ), sheer hose, and black high heels to accentuate my height. With heels, I am an inch taller than Mitch. My top was an elegant, black tube top with a string neck strap with just a hint of mid-riff showing. My face was a knockout! It started with my almost waist length black hair, Pulled back tight from my face with a black headband. My lips and nails a nice shade of red with lots of midnight blue eye shadow. My high cheek bones were accented with deep red rouge.
At this event, I re-discovered Mitch didn't like dancing. That's a real let down because all latina women love to dance!
Well, here I was sitting with Mitch, incessantly begging him to dance and finally he just walks away to talk to his buddies.
It didn't take anytime at all to be spotted alone . At first I said no to everyone, proving to Mitch I loved him. But then I saw him having a good time with his buddies. That was it! I disappeared into the bar area and ordered a stiff drink- and then another. I saw a tall, dark figure pass and then return. I wanted to ignore him, but when I looked up I recognized Wes. His full name was Miguel Weston Jones of Panamanian descent. He was a tall, 6' 2'' hunk of a man with a bushy afro. His muscular physique showed through his tux. "What's a stunning lady like you being alone here - why it's a real sin", he said.
I thanked him for the compliment. He sat down next to me and in no time had me in a much better mood. The bar stools were getting hard and he suggested we move to a far corner table, which I readily agreed. As we were moving into the padded seats, Wes was so tall his head hit the low hung light over our table, causing the light go out and the area to get dimly light.
He joked, saying he should be always wearing his football helmet. But with him now seating right next to me, I said his well kept hair should not be hidden, and that I liked it allot. With that remark, I ran both of my hands slowly through his hair. What a thrill to feel his hair! It felt tough and strong - just how I was imaging the rest of his body would be. With my hands almost to the back of his neck I just let the rest of my body continue to move forward and my lips pressed against his. My hands moved to feel his big chest and his solid groin. I released his mouth and just breathed slowly in his ear. He whispered seeing and admiring me all night, and then we exchanged wonderful butterfly kisses with our tongues.
He stroked my sides with his massive hands, making my tongue probe deeper. Wes then started his hands tweaking and massaging my nipples from the outside of my tube top. Then with one expert move reached under and pulled the top up and over my breasts, exposing both of them for his sampling. His mouth quickly moved there with his tongue and his sloppy wet lips giving me little Os'. His giant, roving hands were gently stroking my knees and thighs causing my massaged thighs to open for his plundering. Juices were flowing. With all this going on, I was sliding half way down my seat exposing sheer, black nylon tops. Even in my stupor, I saw his eyes fixated with the sight of the black tops, red grater belt, lush brown skin, and smell of my animal driven juices coming from the hot box between my legs. While his mouth was roaming my upper body , one of his hands began inching its way to my love channel -pushing my skirt even higher. On an impulse, I groped for his groin and found something huge. It must have been twice Mitch's length and fatter.
He said in a low, deep voice he was proud of his tool but he has seen a couple of white boys with bigger ones. That tone of voice and the thought of so many huge cocks instantly gave me a shudder throughout my body. As his fingers were following my wetness, he deftly pushed aside my panties with one finger, and he gently, but firmly plunged his middle finger into my eager cunt. I was squirming with delight. With his deep soul kisses and rhythmic fingering, I was in rapture.
But what a sight! I went to the Formal, thinking I was the most chic woman there - now, I had my tits, legs, and cunt exposed to the world, with some football jock finger-fucking me! Could a real whore look any better?
At that point, the music stopped, creating instant sobriety - knowing Mitch would be looking for me. I pushed Wes off telling him that I was about to be engaged and left him there. On the way back the bartender called me over. He was an older, classicly handsome, Macho looking man with tall, dark features, slightly pocked marked face, and a couple of gold teeth. Just the type of man my mother warned me about! He remarked that nobody had seen what was going on back there but also he wanted my phone number because his hands wanted to make love to my beautiful behind!
With that last remark, the juicy feeling down there, and Wes's bites and salvia still tingling and wetting the private parts of my brown body, my college educated brain was calling me a dirty, cock teasing slut.
At that instant, I didn't give a damn, I wanted more.
I found Mitch and he attempted to makeup for wandering off by dancing a couple of slow ones with me. However, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wes and the bartender talking together and eyeing me. Then I saw a tall blond walk up to the bartender and kiss him( Blondes are suckers for Latin men ). Wes continued to look at me. I wondered if I was keeping his tool hard with the sight of my dress still higher than what it should be and my aroused nipples poking my tube top. Is the aroma of my love cunt, still fresh on his fingers, driving him crazy?
Mitch's "friends" came over and badgered him about having a final round of drinks with the boys "across". What could I do? What should I do? If I said no, his friends would call him a wimp. He just left, saying he'll make up for it next weekend. There I was, the best looking woman there! I turned round to look for Wes and he was already at my side. He offered to extend my evening by joining the bartender, Juan, with his girlfriend, Tish. I gave Wes a nod and a wink as we walked back to the bar.
Juan was about 48 and lived across the Rio Grande in Mexico and knew the best dance places there. Tish was about 35, tall with a broad rear, and looked as if she had been around a couple times. She still looked good with her short skirt, shoulder length blond hair and breasts which were too big for her blouse.
Since Mitch was going to be in the nearby Mexican town, I suggested we go to the other Mexican border town about 60 miles away. Juan and Wes laughed and I blushed - Tish, had a puzzled look on her face. The name of the Mexican town, when translated, means "black rocks". Since Tish didn't understand any Spanish, Juan had to explain. Tish, with a wry smile said, "I hope there's enough rocks to go around."
We secretly left the hall and took off to Mexico in Juan's car with Wes and I in the back. Wes in no time started where he left off in the darkened booth. I had my legs open for his probing fingers. Ahhh! I felt good -I unzipped his pants and his mighty meat sprang up for my inspection and adoration. It was the huge size I expected before in the bar. I gave it a few quick tugs but Juan said a cop was following behind and wanted us to get dressed. Shortly, we had reached the bridge and the border crossing. In no time we found a bar with a good dance band. It was a hot, humid night and with nonstop dancing, the leather skirt made the sweat drip off of me.. We all went outside to cool off and found a curio shop still open. Tish and I went in to find something lighter for me to wear. All they had were traditional, long peasant dresses with a bare shoulder top. The length would have made the dress still too hot. Tish thought of a solution with the shopkeeper and I emerged wearing a cutoff at mid-thigh, peasant dress. My long, bare legs created approving, lustful stares from Juan and Wes.
We drifted into another bar that was nearly empty but the trio was still playing. I loved the Slo gin they served and with the heat, humidity, and dancing I was hot, wet and getting wild. I was flashing my black panties on the dance floor to Wes and anybody else looking. Young Wes looked apprehensive about dealing with such a wild woman, while Juan and Tish were dancing, smiling and whispering to each other.
Then Juan asked to change partners which Wes went along with. The number quickly ended and then a slow tune started. Juan quickly guided me to the other end of the floor and started his magic. It began with his hands guiding gently over my buttocks through my dress and then going back to raise them slightly. That action gave me a little spark around my clit. But all done discretely and oh so gently. By that time Tish was beginning too run her nails along Wes's spine. Since I was braless my nipples were responding to the intentional rubbing Juan was causing with his chest. He was making me weak and juicy with his movements along with whispering sweet Spanish nothings in my ear.
Then I had a tremble of arousal. Juan asked if I needed to go to the bathroom. I remained silent and tried to keep to the beat- All the while thinking of the conflicts in me : shouldn't I be dancing with Wes? Is it right to runoff to have fun to get even with Mitch? Juan was the type of man my mother warned me about But he was really turning me on!
Juan asked me about the bathroom again. I looked around and I saw Wes now chewing on Tish's ear. Seeing that action, I got the urge for the bathroom. Wes guided me through the back hallway and out the back door saying the bathrooms here were too dirty and there were cleaner ones just down the street. With my high heels and drunken state, Juan had to steady me as we walked the dirt alley. We stopped behind another bar and went into the small restroom adjoining the alley.
Wes boldly stepped in with me, aligned me with the john and told me to pull down my panties and sit down. All in a pleasant but firm voice. We both were silent as I was draining myself. Juan was standing in front of me with a 9 or 10 inch hard-on straining his zipper. I'm sure he was admiring my shiny, sweaty bare shoulders and cleavage. When I finished, Juan kneeled down and told me he needed to clean me and to open my legs. I was confused just long enough to offer no resistance as Juan spread them and quickly made a shift strike with his tongue right on the hood of my clitoris. The pleasure was so intense, I slammed my legs up against and then on top of his shoulders forcing my legs up in the air. He was sucking and licking me into heaven. Nobody had done this to me before! With each lick and nibble I trusted my pussy up harder against his mouth and clever tongue. Then Juan stopped, but my body couldn't stop. I was delirious and forced his head back down. I became a begging bitch in heat- Don't stop! I'll do anything for you. I"ll suck you, I'll fuck you, just don't stop! That got to him. He slide his rough, old hands underneath my dress, and up and down my sweat slick flesh. he kneed and pinched my swaying tits. Juan then lifted my sweat soaked dress completely off. Except for my headband and high heels, my damp brown, excited body was his for the taking.
My olive skinned legs were still wrapped around his neck, when I was lifted up onto the wash counter. I spread my willing pussy as his bulbous cock came out to penetrate my swollen, dripping hot box. His cock was two inches more than I had ever known and after a few slow trusts Juan's cock pounded deeper and deeper into me. The grinding thrusts had me in ecstasy until he came with one, long deep plunge. he fixed his cock deep within me until all of his wickedly hot jizism stopped flowing. We remained locked in lust, with sweat from our over-heated bodies puddling on the floor.
Juan eventually moved off and wanted to hurry back . I slipped on my dress but my panties were too soiled to wear.
Before stepping out of the small restroom Juan looked at my made up face with lust, and said he had to smell my wonderful box again. He immediately lifted me up on the counter again and dove into my naked love box. It was just as good as before but again he suddenly stopped, he ordered me not to move and then walked out the door, The door was unlocked. I didn't want to move. I wanted him to pound my empty cunt again! I guess old men can only do it once a night. I couldn't move anyway because the high heel on one foot was struck in the towel rack!
My heart would pound harder as unknown footsteps would approach and then fade. What would I do if a strange man entered the bathroom?
Whom would he think I was?
Six hours ago I was stunning, but prim and proper lady and now I was in a dirty bathroom wearing nothing but a cheap dress, with my legs guiding men to my exposed, oozing cunt that's filling the bathroom air with the scent of a bitch in heat.I wanted any man meat to come in and satisfy me!
I heard foot steps again, the door opened and it was Wes. He quickly closed the door and stood between my opened legs and grinned a broad white smile down on me. While he slowly removed his shirt, stared into my eyes and described how he is going to ravage me. He pushed my dress up to expose, suck and chew on my melons. His huge ,hard tool was rubbing the outside of my throbbing love box as it was getting lubbed from Juan's jiszm oozing out of my cunt. I was pleading to plunge his cock into my cunt. Then I felt the hard, jizmed head entering, pushing past my liberia, slowing filling and expanding my pussy. Wes's slow but eager persistence, had me lubbed and penetrated till I was slamming my body against his.
After one great final ram deep in my cunt, Wes withdrew his cock and quickly straddled me on the counter, putting his cock into my eagerly waiting mouth. I felt his hot throbbing cock on my tongue. Wes became more demanding as he used his hands on my head wanting both to caress my now disheveled hair and to use my mouth as cunt. He came with hot, forceful spikes of cum for 20 seconds. I savored and swallowed what I could, but cum went everywhere. Knowing other people could be coming, we quickly cleaned up and left to rejoin Juan and Tish.
Juan and Tish were sitting down, waiting for us. Tish immediately jumped up to call me a cheap, ass fucked whore .
At that moment I realized the I crossed the line from the spurred woman and had become a woman I hated Mitch to visit. Juan calmed down Tish by saying he called Wes to really satisfy me. Then Tish agreed with a put down on Juan- "Your right, it takes you one hour before you can come and then I couldn't feel your cock."
"Well", I said to myself," if this ass fucked whore could get an old fart to get swelled up hard and pound me into the wall, I must be the greatest cunt on two legs." We left the bar for home with Tish still embarrassing Juan, one satisfied young hunk, and one wowam would not longer wait around for any man to give me fun and satisfaction.
Mitch never discovered why I didn't return till next morning.
Mitch gave up his old ways after our marriage, at least for a while - But that's another story. Released to the public domain, Border Town Debbie
