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Fiesta
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FIESTA
by John Anais
I was on the road one time, in a small city in the Midwest, with very little
to do and plenty of time to kill. I went out exploring on foot and heard
Mexican music, which I followed until I found a street party with hundreds of
people, Mexican food, loud music, and lots of very pretty women. This looks
fun, I said to myself, and promptly began to mix with the crowd, most of whom
spoke only Spanish. I got some food and sat at a table near a group of four
young women, who looked at me and began to giggle. I paid no attention, but
after a while I noticed that one of them was looking at me and smiling. She
winked and smiled, and I tossed my head to let her know that I was
interested.
She came over and I found out very quickly that she spoke very little
English. "Habla Espanol?" she asked. "Un poquito," I replied, and she
smiled again. "Que es su nombre?" she asked. "John," I replied.
"Juanito..." she said slowly, smiling as the syllables rolled off her
tongue. "Yo soy Guadalupe. Lupe." she said.
We sat smiling at one another and the band struck up a lively Nortena number
that sounded like the polkas that I grew up with as a kid. She let out a
whoop and grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor, pulling me
around in circles, laughing wildly as the music played on. I found myself
standing there as she whirled about, falling madly in love with her. She had
dark brown skin and very dark brown eyes; her straight black hair was braided
and fell below her rounded rump. She wore a black silk blouse, distressed
denim jeans, and spike heeled shoes, too much makeup and long dangling
earrings that reached her shoulders, and a very heavy perfume that smelled of
jasmine. She was exquisite, the girl of my dreams, the girl that I had
wanted all my life. I wanted to tell her that, but couldn't remember the
words for it in Spanish.
The tempo of the music slowed down tremendously and Lupe reached for me. She
pulled me close, looking straight into my eyes, and we danced slowly. I
could feel her heart pounding, or was it mine? I couldn't tell any more.
The tune ended and we stood there looking at one another, not knowing what
to do. "Mi guero..." she said breathily. "Vamos."
She took me by the hand and we walked down the street, away from the fiesta.
We turned a corner and walked about two blocks, and she pulled me toward an
apartment building. She led me up the stairs, pulled the key from her
pocket, and opened the door. She turned and faced me, smiled, and beckoned
me inside with a crooked finger.
Her apartment was small but neat; the smell of frijoles and chicken hung in
the air and a radio played quietly in a corner. I took her in my arms and
held her close, and the two of us sat slowly on her couch, not taking our
eyes off of one another.
Lupe and I sat on the couch kissing deeply. The fire in her eyes, the fervor
of her kisses, and the strength of her grip told me that she was just
beginning to warm up. She slipped her feet out of her bright red, open toed,
high heeled pumps as I opened her silk blouse to reveal her white lace
bargain basement bra which was easily two sizes too small for her, judging
from the way the straps dug into her shoulders and sides and the way her warm
brown boobs overfilled the cups. I reached behind her and tried to unfasten
the hooks, but the thing was on so tightly that I couldn't. She smiled
broadly, her bright white teeth glistening and contrasting with the heavy
coat of blood-red lipstick on her thick lips, sat up and reached behind her,
and a second later the cheap foundation sprang forward off of her chest with
a loud snap, allowing her heavy breasts to sag slightly. She laughed loudly
as she tossed the bra on top of her blouse, saying something in Spanish that
I didn't understand, but ending it with a loud "BANG!" It was obviously a
relief to have it off.
Lupe's huge dark nipples were inviting my mouth, and I bowed my head to
suckle them. She stroked my hair tenderly with her long pink fingernails,
murmuring softly, then gradually breathing more deeply and loudly as I
flicked my tongue across the hardened button. The more I did it, the louder
her moaning and breathing became, then suddenly she began to wail and toss
her head back and forth. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into
her bosom, nearly suffocating me, and only let go when I began to push
against her. "Oh Juanito," she moaned, looking into my eyes and smiling
softly.
She stood up suddenly and grabbed my hands. "What?" I asked, to which she
could only reply "arriba..." She pulled me to my feet and sat on the coffee
table in front of me. She never took her eyes out of mine as she pulled my
belt open, opened my pants, and pulled them down along with my undershorts.
My cock was painfully hard and sprang out, nearly hitting her in the face,
as she took it in her hand. "Mmmmmmmm..." she said as she licked her lips,
wrapped her lips around her teeth and took my cock all the way down her
throat in one gulp. She pulled it out slowly, leaving most of her lipstick
on the shaft, then sucked it back down. She really knew how to suck; her
mouth was like a vacuum, keeping a warm sucking pressure on my cock, never
letting her teeth touch it, sucking slow, then fast, bringing me closer to a
huge orgasm with every bob of her head.
Suddenly she pulled her head back and let go of my cock. "Chingame," she
said sternly, lust in her eyes. "Pardon?" I said, knowing very little
Spanish. "Chingame," she said again. "What?" I repeated, getting
frustrated. "Joo foke me now, OK?" she said, somewhat impatiently, as if I
should understand. "Ohhhh..." I said, smiling weakly.
Lupe stood up and opened her leather cowboy belt and took off her jeans. She
wore high-
waisted cotton panties which she pulled off at the same time. She now stood
naked in front of me as I kicked off my trousers and undershorts and pulled
my shirt off over my head. She reached up and put her arms around my neck
and we kissed again as we sat down on the couch. She got on my lap facing me
with her legs spread around my cock and reached down to guide it into her
warm, wet pussy. She had quite a heavy bush, but I noticed that the hair was
soft as she dragged my cock across it. Finding the opening, she braced
herself on the back of the couch as she sat down slowly. My cock slipped
into her easily and when she hit bottom, she smiled, saying something else in
Spanish that I didn't understand, then began to raise herself up and down on
me. She started slowly, just like she did when she sucked my cock, and soon
was bouncing up and down furiously as she and I came closer to orgasm.
She screamed loudly and dug her sharp fingernails into my back and I felt her
pussy muscles tighten around me, and I couldn't help myself. I sent a huge
stream of jizm into her, one that felt like it wouldn't stop.
We sat holding one another for a long time, knowing that it would never
happen again, but
knowing that it was wonderful while it lasted. I think about her all the
time now; I doubt I'll ever forget...
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