Chapter 1
The naked girl resembled a goddess or a wood nymph as she walked leisurely along the bucolic stream in the wooded hills less than six-hundred feet from her rustic home in Lakeside, Tennessee. The sun was brilliant on her silky, golden hair, and her long, luxuriant tassels resembled liquid sunshine as they streamed casually over the curving gracefulness of her ivory-white, naked shoulders, moving with irresistible allurement over the melonish, globular mounds of her pink-peaked breasts. Her tight, agile, supple stomach muscles moved in graceful rhythm to the easy cadence of her gentle walk, and the shallow, tight crater of her navel could be seen above the swirling, soft, alluring masses of her naked pubic hairs. Her thighs, legs, and buttocks were flawlessly hewn, as though carved from the finest ivory, and there wasn't a man alive who could resist such a perfect specimen of femininity!
The blonde-haired goddess was Sandy Kirby, and she often spent her afternoons before her husband, Hank came home, basking in the warm, life-giving summer sun of the mild Tennessee summer.
Sandy sat on a flat, warm rock by the side of the stream, and since nobody was watching, she spread her naked, tender legs apart to let the gentle sun warm the pink, blood-filled folds of her vagina. Sandy gave a low, feminine moan of female pleasure as she felt the sun play pleasurably over the sensitive, pink flesh of her body's most private orifice, and she felt proud of the voluptuous, borgeous body that nature had seen fit to give her.
After taking in the full pleasures of the lazy summer's afternoon, she placed the tight-fitting garment of her bikini over the delicious curves and hollows of her feminine breasts, thighs, and hips and walked slowly back towards her house. When Sandy returned home, she was pleasantly surprised to find Hank, and Steve and Rhonda Thomson sitting in the den.
Rhonda Thomson was a redheaded beauty with blue eyes that seemed to captivate everyone she came into contact with. She had a fierce, fiery independent spirit, and she loved to drink and have good times, and today was no exception as she held a martini in her hand.
"Sandy!" Rhonda said, "the boys just hit upon a fabulous idea, we're going to Mexico!"
"Mexico!" Sandy exclaimed in anticipation.
"Yes, honey," Hank said, "listen, here's the plan: There's a train, not too many people know about it, that goes for about a hundred and eighty miles across Mexico. You catch it about a hundred and twenty miles from El Paso. Well, what we can do is drive to where we can catch the train, it's a small, remote village; Santina I think the name of the village is. Well, I found out that for practically nothing, you can have your car driven to La Rosa, that's where the train finishes up at."
"Well," Sandy asked, "what's the point of having your car driven to the same place the train's taking you?"
"It's the train ride itself!" Hank exclaimed with a great deal of excitement, "that train goes places where no car can go; through caves, hills, mountains and over four-hundred foot high trestles! Heck, that's the way to see Mexico, not through some high-priced tourist bureau!"
"Yes!" Rhonda said as she poured herself another drink. "It sounds like it'll be a real adventure!"
Steve Thomson, Rhonda's husband, who was normally introverted and reticent, was even excited about the proposed trip.
"It's all set, Sandy," Steve said, "we're ready to roll! Hank and I arranged for our vacations to start Monday, so if we really hustle tonight; we can leave tomorrow!"
Tomorrow was Saturday, and it came very quickly, for the two couples who had spent the entire night packing and preparing for the exciting adventure ahead.
The Kirby's compact station wagon pulled out of the rustic Tennessee countryside, and two days later was cruising over the dusty, blowing desert just outside of El Paso, Texas.
It was just nine o'clock in the evening, and both couples were completely bushed from their practically non-stop drive from Tennessee to El Paso.
"Hey, I got an idea," Hank said, "what do you all say to crossing over the border tonight and staying in a hotel in Juarez? That way, we'll get used to the people and all."
There was a chorus of agreement among Sandy, Steve and Rhonda, and the foursome soon found themselves in the busy, people-filled streets of one of the oldest cities in Mexico: Juarez!
Yes, Juarez, with its ragged, rugged mountains and the muddy trickle of the dusty Rio Grande flowing through it. Juarez: where Pancho Villa had fought many of his famous battles for independence.
But the Juarez of today was not the primitive village of Pancho Villa's time, but a bustling, hurried border town with all the flair and flavor of Old Mexico with its dog racing, bullfights, and modern disco bars.
A large, blue, neon sign stood out in stark relief against the desert night sky: HOTEL ARTEGA
"Hey, let's try that place!" Sandy said.
The Hotel Artega was an old, sturdy brick structure which had stood the test of time and the grueling, sun-baked climate of the cruel and merciless desert.
The owners had kept up with modern times though, and although the Hotel Artega's outer structure had been allowed to maintain its Old World Charm, the inside of the grand old building had been remodeled into a spacious lobby and two elegantly appointed night clubs.
Hank went to the lobby counter to check in, while Sandy, Rhonda, and Steve sat at the counter of the Cortez room.
"Three margarita's!" Rhonda exclaimed in her full, lusty voice to the dark, mustached bartender.
Sandy felt a bit uncomfortable as all of the men in the bar were staring at her and Rhonda.
"Relax," Rhonda said to Sandy, "redheads and blondes are rare in these parts, let 'em stare it feels good to me!"
Yes, Sandy thought to herself, Rhonda was probably right. These Mexican men were used to seeing brown-skinned, dark-eyed girls with brown hair, and she and Rhonda probably stood out like diamonds among granite to these strange, dark, strangely silent men.
As Hank joined the threesome at the table, a dark, gypsy-like senorita came up to him and said:
"Big show tonight in the Vega room! Big good time show at one o'clock in the morning, lots of fun!"
The voluptuous Mexican beauty with skin like dark amber, continued around the bar, whispering and hustling her message to everyone.
"What's she talking about?" Sandy asked in curiosity.
"Oh yeah!" Rhonda said, "haven't you heard about the girlie shows in Mexico?"
"They're quite something, I've heard," Hank said.
"Yeah," Rhonda replied as she guzzled her drink and signaled for the bartender to bring her another, "I'd like to see one sometime."
"Well, we can't tonight honey," Steve said a little embarrassedly, "we've all got to get rested up for tomorrow. We've got a long, dirty, dusty ride ahead of us."
"That's right," Hank said as he paid the tab and started towards the lobby, "let's get some shut eye."
The foursome had two beautiful rooms which were joined by a door in the center. Sandy stood by the door and said "Well, goodnight, everybody."
"Night," Hank said.
As Hank turned to go into the bathroom, Rhonda motioned for Sandy to come to her.
"Meet me in the lobby at twelve o'clock," the half-drunk red-haired wife whispered to Sandy.
"But I. . . . "
Before Sandy could finish, Rhonda had shut the door.
Well, Sandy didn't particularly relish the idea of getting up in the middle of the night, getting dressed, and leaving her husband, but Rhonda hadn't really given her a chance to say no.
When Sandy found Rhonda in the lobby, Rhonda was giggling silly, holding a margarita in her left hand.
"Hey Sandeeeee," the half-drunk redhead replied, "les' go an' see tha' girlie show!"
Before Sandy knew what was happening, Rhonda had pulled her into a dark, weirdly lit room which was full of men who were drinking heartily from an ample supply of beer, wine, and hard liquid.
"Rhonda," Sandy said, "I don't really think we should be doing this. What if the boys find out?"
"Hell with 'em, if we can't have a little fun," Rhonda said as she swigged heavily on her drink.
Sandy really didn't want to be here, but she was too good a friend to Rhonda to leave her here alone, and Sandy knew that at this point in time, that she wouldn't be able to get Rhonda out of here without causing a big scene.
Sandy just wasn't sure what she was going to see. The innocent young wife had never heard of the wild and raucous sex shows which were a staple of Mexican border town entertainment.
A waiter came around with his hand out for the cover charge, and Rhonda handed him a wad of bills.
"Brin us a piter of margaritas!" Rhonda said slurring her words to almost the point of incomprehensibility.
Sandy also knew that she could not control Rhonda's lusty drinking, and she knew that Rhonda could get pretty wild after she'd have a few belts and the hearty redhead had been drinking all night!
The waiter returned with a giant icy jug of potent, fresh margaritas and Rhonda wasted no time in refilling her glass and downing the powerful booze with tremendous alacrity.
The stage lights blacked suddenly out and there was a silent moment of tense expectation among the men, then, a single, steel-blue shaft of light lit up the full and curvaceous form of the Mexican girl who had been in the other bar earlier advertising the girlie show.
A small combo, hidden in the dark corners of the stage, began a slow and sensuous calypso beat, and the lovely girl, dressed in a fluffy linen dress, turned slowly about.
A voice boomed over a hidden loudspeaker "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN . . .FOR YOUR LATE NIGHT ENTERTAINMENT, WE PRESENT . . . ROSITA!"
There was a roar of wild applause and clapping from the men, and the music increased in tempo as the golden skinned beauty began to move like a cat in perfect cadence to the insinuating, pagan rhythm of the combo.
Rosita's hair was the darkest, most luxuriant brown hue imaginable, and her features were pure and arousing. The huge, globes of her twin breasts were firm and round, and were almost pouring out of her costume and the deep valley of her cleavage was arousingly displayed for all the men to see!
The music suddenly swelled to a rousing, fast-paced flourish and Rosita twirled madly about, her dress fluttering about her in a perfect, white circle, exposing her brown, tan, tapering legs for all the men to lust after. Rosita stamped her feet and clicked her fingers in perfect rhythm to the music as the room became filled with shouts of:
"Take it off!"
"Let's see some skin!"
"Come on, Rosita! Show us what you got under there!"
The mouths of the men watered as they gazed upon Rosita's most private flesh, and each of them wanted to plant his lips on her alluring flesh and hotly encircle it with his fleshy tongue!
"Jesus!" someone said, "that Mexican broad sure had some knockers!"
Sandy gazed in the direction of this last rude remark and saw that it came from a table around which were seated about eight men, all with dirty cowboy hats covering their faces. In the center of the men sat a tall, lanky man, whose face was not visible, but his comments certainly were:
"Let's see the other one!" the man demanded, and then, "Let's see your cunt!"
"You like Rosita's tits?" the dark-haired beauty asked the audience.
The men applauded loudly and chanted "YES!" as the wanton Mexican dancer began churning her body up and down as the globular twin brown orbs of her womanish breasts began spinning at blurring speed in opposite directions from each other!
The group of men sitting at the table were going absolutely wild, making obscene and lewd gestures as they egged the Mexican seductress on to new heights of her wild, insinuating dance! The louder the men became, the faster Rosita danced and whirled about the stage, the blue spotlight following and revealing each of her irresistible, sexy movements. She paused as a drum roll began, and she held her long-nailed finger high in the air and placed it slowly between her blood-red, moist lips.
To the booze-infested men in the room, that was not Rosita's finger, but a thick, hot prick and each of the men secretly wished that his cock was being voraciously sucked on by Rosita's alluring mouth!
She took her finger out of her mouth and dug her fingernail into the end of her red-tipped tit, and each of the men in the room felt his naked cock swell to bursting fullness as Rosita blatantly performed this act of insinuating lust!
The drum roll swelled and Rosita tugged on her dress, and, suddenly, she was wearing nothing but a small, bikini-type halter across the brown, sweet-smelling curves and hollows of her still-concealed naked cunt. She turned slowly about, as though she were on a revolving platform, and the men were thoroughly delighted to discover that Rosita was wearing only a G-string and the men stared lewdly into the fleshy crack of her naked Mexican ass as they tried to discover the dark, lovely girl's innermost secrets. Suddenly, Rosita rolled the tight, firm muscles of her naked bottom in quick, rapid succession to the staccato beats of the drum.
Rhonda was watching the entire show, and the booze had obviously gone to her head, for she gazed drunkenly at Sandy and said:
"Hell, I kin do bedder in 'at!"
"Shhhhhh," Sandy said, "please, Rhonda, we don't want to get into trouble!" Sandy wondered how she had allowed Rhonda to talk her into this incredible situation in the first place!
Rosita turned to the audience and said:
"Es eeny of you men enuf to geet up here and teek ofa Rosita's Gee streeng?"
"Hell yes!" the stranger in the center of the group of eight men in the back of the room said as he jumped up over his table and leaped upon the stage to join the flamboyant Mexican wench.
The stranger flung his cowboy hat to the back of the room where one of his buddies caught it. The stranger was a tall, lanky, sandy-haired man of about thirty-five with a rough, weather-beaten face, and his eyes were set closely together in his head, which, over all, gave him a hard, mean, look.
"Why doesn't somebody stop that man?" Sandy asked Rhonda, "he's interrupting the show!"
"Sheet!" Rhonda said, "ya really haven't heard about these places, eh, Sandy? Hell if'n that guy has enough balls, he'll be the show!"
"What do you mean?"Sandy asked with no feigned incredulousness.
"Sheet!" Rhonda said, "anythin' goes in this place, and, I mean . . . anythin'! "
Sandy had led a sheltered life in Tennessee, but Rhonda, on the other hand, had "been around" before she got married, and had previously seen some of the wild border town shows in Tijuana and Mexicali, and she knew the type of wild acts which frequently occurred in them.
"Yeah," the stranger said, "bend over baby, and I'll show you the way a man takes off a G-string!"
Sandy was absolutely shocked at what occurred next, and her eyes almost popped out of her head as she watched Rosita bend shamefully over and spread her naked ass-cheeks in full view of the men.
"Oh-Kay!" Rosita said, "Now you, Gringo, find the Gee-STREENNG!"
The eyes almost popped out of his head as he gazed upon the lovely Mexican girl who stood before him with a haughty smirk on her face.
"You theek you beeg man, eh, Greengo?" Rosita said as her eyes flashed defiance, "leet's see you eet Rosita's pussy!"
There was a roar of applause from the men as all of their eyes riveted on the black, silk swirls of Rosita's fleecy pubic hairs, hairs which guarded the secret slit of her Mexican pussy!
The stranger knew the routine in these Mexican strip joints; he knew that in a second Rosita would ask him to get down on his knees and straddle his face and that she would moan and groan for about a minute and pretend she was cumming, and then it would be all over! But the stranger had it in his mind to really pull a number on Rosita; he was going to make it real; he was going to shove his tongue up this Mexican bitch's cunt and make her cum all over the place!
"Sure, baby," the rugged-looking man said, "I'll eat your pussy!"
"OhKay," Rosita said, "Geet daun un your nees and Roseeta leet you suck her twat!"
"Sure!" the stranger said as he looked at the table where his buddies were sitting and gave the rowdy-looking bunch a knowing wink!
He got down on his knees and watched Rosita do what he knew she would as she walked towards him, paused for a second to shove her finger between her legs, took her finger and placed it alluringly under his nose so that he got just a ball-swelling whiff of her alluring female scent, then turned her naked buttocks so that they faced the audience and masked his face.
Rosita placed her hands on the stranger's head and she looked at him and gave him a wink that seemed to say, "trust me, we'll give them a real show!"
But the lean, lanky, cowboy-like stranger had plans of his own. He didn't have his face anywhere near Rosita's twat, but she was already rolling and grinding her full, ample buttocks (for the benefit of the audience only!) and twisting her back as though he were really eating her out. The stranger knew these kinds of routines like the back of his hand and had seen the whole act many times in Vegas strip-tease shows, but now it was his turn to perform!
The stranger sprung into swift action as he reached around behind Rosita's full, round feminine ass and dug both of his hands into the fleshy cleft of her naked bottom and pulled her naked cunt so it was flush and full against his face, and he sent the flickering appendage of his snake-like tongue wriggling salaciously between her black pubic hairs and in to the fleshy pinkness of her naked, red-blooded pussy!
Rosita looked down in disbelief at what the stranger was doing to her, for never in her career had anyone ever did this before! She tried to force his head away, but the delicious sensation of the stranger's hot, wet tongue against her naked pussy was just a little too much for Rosita to resist! Yes, how many times in her career had she wanted someone to suck on her naked pussy instead of merely faking it! And . . . to think . . . now Rosita's darkest and wildest fantasy was coming true! Hell with the show! Rosita was going to get her cunt licked and love every second of it! In fact, what a show that would make!
Rosita straddled her legs so that they were almost at forty-five degree angles to her ass-crack and seated herself firmly atop the stranger's thick head of hair to give him full and unguarded access to the moist, musky secrets of her Mexican twat.
The stranger grunted in lewd approval as he felt Rosita's exquisite, brown thighs close firmly around the sides of his face and her delectable, feminine scent wafting gently pu his flared nostrils caused his cock to swell with lust and his prick to burn with desire and he knew this was going to be one hell of a delicious cunt!
He felt Rosita's naked buttocks shudder as his tongue salaciously laved her pinkish cuntal folds and Rosita knew she was no longer acting when the stranger's tongue-tip brushed against the pearly bud of her naked clitoris and a wild, insistent longing swelled up deep in her belly. The audience watched as Rosita's back began to writhe and strain under the stranger's agile and effective tongue. She began to ride the stranger's face with an easy, predictable rhythm, and her breath began to steam heatedly from her mouth.
Never before in her sheltered, married life had Sandy ever beheld an act so wicked, and she couldn't believe that these two people, two people who had never before met in their lives, were actively engaged in such a wanton act before an audience! Sandy was really getting concerned about Rhonda's attitude, for Rhonda was continually muttering things like:
"I kin beat her!"
"Let me up there and I'll show you what a real fuck is!"
The stranger was certainly "working over" the sassy Mexican beauty as he visibly strained to thrust his tongue all the way into her tight, supple pussy and Rosita's entire body stiffened with the onslaught of this new sensation and she hissed violently between her clenched teeth as she said:
"Aw gawd, you got your tongue up Rosita's pussy!"
She began to ride the stranger's thigh-buried face with an animalish frenzy, and his head was almost parallel to the floor as the brown, tender, innermost insides of her naked legs closed over his ears with such tightly gripping intensity that he could not hear a sound in the room, but could almost hear the blood rushing through her thighs. He felt Rosita's body trembling with such lust-filled intensity and sensual violence, that she suddenly lunged forward, and threw the stranger off his balance so that he fell on his back and the sweating, naked Rosita was now flagrantly straddled and sitting atop his face! There was a hush of silent awe and envy among the men in the room as each of them wished that they could be in the stranger's position; to have that lovely brown ass covering their face with her luscious pink pussy smashed against their nose and lips! Rosita certainly got what she wanted out of the deal, for the new position served to thrust the stranger's naked tongue deeper into the ragged nether depths of her naked cunt and he began to hotly lave her Mexican twat as though his tongue were a fully stiffened penis as he first shoved his hot, wet appendage into the secret slit between her brown, trembling thighs, then dragged his tongue almost out of her pussy across the swollen bud of her naked clitoris, then back into the hungry entrance of the voluptuous brown girl's most fervently guarded orifice!
"Uhmn Gawd!" Rosita said as her asscrack stretched violently apart to shamefully expose the puckered ring of her anus as she shoved all of her naked feminine weight against the stranger's face. The stranger placed both of his sinewy hands on Rosita's naked ass and squeezed the twin-half moons of her buttocks. His fully stiffened middle finger found its object as it sharply burrowed into the freely offered orifice of the hot little Mexican's naked asshole!
Sandy could not believe that such a shameful display of raw sensuality was taking place less than ten feet in front of her, for never in her life had she ever heard of such a wanton act and she wondered what kind of a woman would allow herself to be so shamefully abused in such a lewd, blatant manner! But to Rosita, that finger so luridly embedded in her naked asshole was not abuse; it was pure and unadulterated pleasure and she felt the naked walls of her Mexican cunt quiver and shudder as the stranger began to slide his cock-like finger wantonly in and out of the trembling orifice of her sensitive, shuddering anus!
"Unnnn . . . gawd!" Rosita moaned. "You got your feeger in Rosseeta's asshole!"
The men who had come in with the stranger were in back of the room and were carrying on, making lewd and obscene gestures back and forth between each other, as their partner took the forbidden pleasures of Rosita's hot little body for his own. He marveled at how tight the puckered walls of her naked asshole squeezed his finger, and he could just imagine what it would be like to shove his naked cock into the ragged pink folds of her rectum and impale her like a pig on a pike! Yes, as the wild Mexican smothered his face with her sweet-smelling pussy, the stranger secretly wished that his rock-hard cock could be where his finger was, for he was suddenly filled with an overwhelming, wild desire to perform a wanton act of sodomy upon the gorgeous piece of Mexican pussy! The stranger moaned in lewd approval as Rosita emitted a low, snake-like hiss to signal the copious flow of her own love juices which covered the stranger's face with a glistening coat of her brown body's most secret fluids! There was a lewd, loud liquid slurping sound as the stranger coated his fingers with Rosita's thick cuntal flow and used the balm-like fluids to coat his finger as it slid deeper into her naked asshole. The stranger's ass-skewering assumed a rapid, frantic pace, and Rosita felt her naked asshole burn with an incredible, unmentionable passion as she began to roll her nude ass over the stranger's face in full, round circles of insinuating lust as she knew that there was an undeniable biological law in operation here and she knew that she had to cum!
Yes, she had to feel the naked, quivering release of her own shivering climax ripple through her naked body and make her scream with the shivering throes of her own wild ecstasy!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Rosita moaned as she rode the stranger's face with the full-on force of the sensual violence captured between the sweet-smelling hummocks of her naked thighs!
Her nostrils were wildly flared, as though she were some kind of wild animal, and her eyes rolled blatantly back in her head as rolling rivulets of sweat poured off of her forehead, over the graceful, curving slopes of her brown, naked shoulders, over the tight, tensed hummock of her belly, and into the dark, mysterious cleft of her dark, fleecy pubic vee as all of the eyes of the men in the room focused on the strange scene taking place before them.
"Ummmmm Christ!" Rosita moaned as the ominous, tremulous rush of her own naked orgasm overwhelmed her like the unpredictible frenzy of a flash flood.
"Oooooooo yeah, gringo lover!" she moaned as her naked ass lunged violently to and fro as though she had been jolted by 220 current, I'm cuuuuuuuuummmming! Your thick hot tongue has made Roseeeeta cum! Ooooooo! Gawd!"
She bucked and moved with a wild and frenzied violence as the round, flesh mounds of her naked asscheeks shuddered quiveringly around the stranger's fully stiffened middle finger and her pussy folds flowered around his tongue as the hot, brown Mexican beauty bleated out the incredible pleasures of her own long-worked for orgasm!
When it was finally over, when Rosita had milked every throbbing second of delight from the stranger's wicked tongue, Rosita collapsed in a jiggling mass of molten female flesh beside him on the floor.
It appeared for the moment that the wanton proceedings were over, but Rosita suddenly rose to her knees as though she had been infused with the demonic spirit of her own sensuality.
"Cum on, gringo," she said, "you suck my pussy, now Roseeta suck your white cock!"
She flashed her tongue wildly in the air, then slowly inserted her finger into her hungry mouth. Slowly, she pulled her finger out of her mouth in an insinuating imitation of the act of fellatio. The stranger wore a lewd smile on his face as he secretly imagined his cock thrust between Rosita's pretty, hot red lips, and he felt his twin orbs of bloated balls fill with semen at the prospect of being sucked off by this pretty Mexican wench.
"Shit!" Rhonda replied as she started to rise. "I'll suck him off! I kin do better than that Mexican broad!"
"Ya want to suck cock?" the stranger said as he stared directly into Rosita's dark, brown, mysterious eyes, "Well, suck it! Don't fuck with me! Now, you keep lookin' at my face, cause I want to see your eyes when I shoot your mouth full of my cum!"
Sandy flinched at the sudden outbreak of violence on the stranger's part, and she wondered why someone in the nightclub didn't stop the wild and seemingly sadistic stranger who had no other plan in mind but to wantonly humiliate and dominate the Mexican dancer. Sandy was obviously not yet wise to the ways of the world yet, for the manager of the club was indeed watching the grim proceedings and he was aware that the crowd was ordering drinks one after the other, and, the longer Rosita "performed" with the stranger, the longer the crowd would drink booze, and the more money the club would make.
Rosita, as though answering the stranger's challenge, suddenly hollowed the sides of her pretty brown cheeks to such a drastic degree that a fierce sucking sound could be heard as though she were trying to cause the stranger's naked cock to explode by creating a powerful vacuum! This maneuver filled the stranger's bloated balls with a ball-crushing agony and he knew that the delicious face-fucking he was about to give the seductive Spanish girl was going to be well worth it!
Slowly he leaned forward, plunging his lust-swollen cock deep into Rosita's mouth, feeling her delectable lingual grip cause his naked dick to pulse with bestial passion and obscene desire. The crowd watched Rosita's throat muscles work tightly and jump in tight, jerking spasms of approval as she began to suck the stranger's monstrous penis until he emptied the white hot load of his seething jism into the liquid depths of her Mexican belly.
The stranger could feel his awesome manhood as it banged against the roof of Rosita's tight little mouth and it was as though her mouth were a pussy that had been tailor-made to fit the immensity of his bloated cock!
"Wow!" someone in the audience shouted, "that girl's one hell of a cock sucker!"
"Yeah!" another man chortled, "I wish my old lady gave head like that! Hot damn!"
If Sandy would have been in Rosita's position, she would have been filled with naked shame and humiliation, but these lewd comments only served to cause Rosita to salaciously wriggle her naked ass as she sucked all the more harder on the stranger's massive cock. Sandy was becoming very uneasy at this situation, and she felt nervous and strange in this room full of lust-emboldened men, and now she wished that she could retreat to the safety of her motel room and the arms of her husband, but she realized that she couldn't leave until Rhonda either passed out or left of her own free will! Yes, Sandy was going to have to watch this lewd spectacle to its conclusion!
The group of men who were with the stranger were really getting rowdy now, and Sandy's situation suddenly took a turn for the worse as Rhonda rose suddenly to her feet and said in a wild and inviting voice:
"Here Godamnit! You all wan' ta see some tits, here!"
Sandy was absolutely shocked as her voluptuous red-haired friend suddenly unloosed her blouse and brassiere in full view of the men, to reveal the tantalizing twin orbs of her delectable, red-peaked breasts!
Sandy jumped into action as she brought Rhonda back to her chair, exchanging embarrassed glances at the men sitting close to her.
"She's had too much to drink," Sandy said, trying to explain her friend's shocking actions.
"I guess so," a good-natured man said from the next table.
The men sitting at the stranger's table were a little more than good natured, for all of them kept staring at Rhonda long after Sandy had got her blouse back on her. Most of the men in the club were still focused in rapt attention on the wild and sensuous antics of Rosita who was now sucking on the stranger's naked cock for all she was worth, but the men at the stranger's table were focused on Rhonda and Sandy, and Sandy could see the men whispering amongst themselves as though they were formulating some kind of heinous plot.
Sandy shuddered as one of the men walked over to her table and said:
"You girls want to fuck?"