Chapter 1
The phone rang.
"Who is it?" Bull asked when Cindy picked it up.
Paul "Bull" Torres was eating his beautiful wife's pussy at the time and he did not like being disturbed. His voice was gruff with the question and he thought to himself, Must be the devil to call at a time like this!
Bull's brown eyes were raised just above the level of Cindy's silky abdomen; he could feel the length of his meat throbbing against his leg and the glands aching to be rubbed.
"It's Taco," Cindy mouthed her whispered words and resumed listening to the voice on the other end of the line.
Bull's tongue was poised like a pink snake head above Cindy's clit, and, when he got the feeling she was a little too interested in what his twin brother, Peter "Taco" Torres, was saying, he licked into her clit with savage revenge. The slow, conquering smile of a toreador came to his lips as her hips squirmed and her legs locked about his head. He could no longer hear if she was even talking. But what the hell did he want to hear for, anyway? Ole!
What the hell could Taco want, Bull wondered as he sucked the pink stud of Cindy's clit deeply into his mouth and nibbled it with his tongue.
"I don't even know what time it is," Cindy said into the phone with a growing impatient heat. Her face wore a pleasured frown as her head rolled from side to side in response to Bull's tonguing. Taco wanted to know how long it would be before Cindy and Bull could come over, and she was finding it difficult to concentrate.
"Listen, Taco," her breath was coming heavier by the moment, "can't talk now; we'll be over soon. Good-bye." She hung the phone in its cradle quickly and heaved a sigh.
"Oh, Bull," she moaned and let her head roll back and her eyes close. "Oh, baby, it's so good!"
Cindy rolled her hips forward and loosed the leg lock she had around Bull's ears. She spread the lips of her pussy wider and his tongue shot in with a charge of lust.
"Oh, baby! Eat me!" She hissed her words and rocked her humping hips on the bed.
And Bull complied with all that his name implied. His tongue drove deeply into the moist pink walls of the woman's blonde mound and he tasted the core of her sex. He was the matador.
"What did Taco want?" Bull asked, pausing a moment for breath and resuming the gaze across the horizon of Cindy's hips.
"For us to come over. But I don't want to talk —let's fuck."
"What'd you tell him?" Bull said, ignoring her words.
"Later. Come on, baby, mama wants some love." Impatiently Cindy ground her hips and succeeded in tickling Bull's nose with her bush. He snorted and laughed, then snorted again and nuzzled her snatch.
"Ooh, ooh, yes! That's it! That's what mama wants sooo bad." Cindy's coo deepened until she growled the words. She ground her hips and felt Bull's tongue split her pussy's lips and graze deeply in her cunt. She bounced her ass on the bed in an effort to get more of Bull's tongue into her box, and her hands wove her fingers through her hair.
"Oh, yess—yes ... " she moaned over and over while a thin bead of sweat broke out like a moustache above her lips. The cups of her nostrils flared with each breath, and the ridge of her delicate nose rose and fell like the leg of a prancing filly between her sky-blue eyes. They shone with the pleasure she was having at Bull's tongue and the feeling was like a summer shower during sunshine.
"Oh, yes, baby, yes!" she groaned and closed her lids over those innocent orbs. It was night inside and there was a hot tongue of yellow heat in her groin, and she felt herself begin to cum.
"Yes, Bull, yes! Suck my clit!" She screamed her ecstasy as a torrent of hot cum rolled down the funnel of Bull's tongue and he drank in her orgasm.
Cindy shuddered while Bull snorted and hung onto her thrashing torso. Her hips were slim and like silk to the touch of his huge hands as he clenched her between his powerful grip. She was so delicate it felt to him as though he could crush her, but he knew it was not so. He felt the quakes of her orgasm gradually lessen and he grinned to himself that he had gotten her off so well. He licked the last of her sweet-tasting juices up and rose to her side.
"You like that, baby?" Bull asked, his voice prideful.
"Ummm," was Cindy's only answer. But the expression on her face spoke more clearly than words.
Paul "Bull" Torres was proud of his love-making ability. "I do two things good," he was often heard to say, "Ride a motorcycle and fuck." In that order, Cindy would comment wryly if she was around.
Bull's twin brother, Peter "Taco," was a different story. The two brothers were a remarkable study in contrasts. Taco fucked first and rode a motorcycle second. But then, he thought about things more openly than Bull, who showed off only his enormous strength. So, between the two of them, Taco had a reputation as a ladies' man which he cultivated to a high degree, while Bull, on the other hand, acted shyly in matters of love.
On a motorcycle, though, it was a different story. Bull would grasp his handlebars and conquer obstacles with brute strength, while Taco peered with cunning at every pebble, every cliff. For Taco and Bull were the Daredevil Torres Brothers of the past—now conservatively situated—once they had conquered most of South and Latin America with their feats of courage.
Born in Argentina of German parents (their name had been changed to Torres for political reasons), the twin brothers had grown up rich and never bored. They always had all the pussy they needed. The Torres twins had felt the need to prove themselves in some way, however, and at seventeen the chance had come.
Their father had heavy investments in a motorcycle factory in Spain. The similarity of their nicknames to the brand names of the company he partly owned was reason enough for them to be chosen to represent the factory's racing team. Besides, they were good riders.
And, like wild kids they were, the boys loved every minute, every thrill. When the revolution came, there was a frantic scurry to get out of the country alive. Cleverly, Taco hid the family jewels in the motorcycles' wheel rims and the two brothers escaped to Mexico City. Alas, their father and mother were caught and hung by the revolutionaries and the Spanish motorcycle firm had to cut short their tour.
Then Taco was hit with inspiration: since their combined nicknames sounded just like the famous motorcycle, they would tour on their own. The family jewels would provide the funds.
They were off on a whirlwind. Buying a new motorcycle apiece for each event, they broke even and had a good time. Then they had met Cindy Martin and her girl friend, Patti Norman, in Acapulco. It was too good to be true; a couple of American chicks that they were nuts about. Taco saw the possibilities immediately.
So, shortly after the twins turned nineteen they arrived in California as newlyweds to the girl friends. They moved into identical houses which they had constructed at the top of a hill in the small desert town of Redlands, where both Cindy and Patti had been born. The family jewels remained a fortune in the wheels of Taco's touring machine. And he found he had a connection in East Los Angeles to fence them with. So everything was groovy.
"Say, baby," said Bull from his reverie, "how 'bout a little of your tongue-loving?"
Cindy let her eyes roll open slowly with the thought. She thought of Bull's penis entering her mouth and licked her tongue up between her lips and told him yes with her eyes.
She kissed into the hollow of Bull's underarm and caught the scent of his sweat. He was like an ox and she licked the salt with pleasure. I love the way he smells, she thought to herself as she ran her mouth along his rib cage, then up to the hole of his belly button. She loved the dark, silky, hair-covered hole with her tongue, then slid her mouth and face toward her goal.
Bull's heavy cock was rising slowly, she could see as her head approached the hairy jungle around its base. Oh, lovely little man, she thought as her lips leeched their way up the organ's side and her tongue teased with hot wet licks. Her mouth reached the bulbous end and she licked it slick while it hardened purply with blood. The pink rim of his circumcision was a perfect cliff to puff her lips around and her tongue darted quickly at the glands.
Bull moaned and Cindy stepped up the pace. She plunged the cave of her mouth down around the shaft and felt the velvet head glaze against the back of her throat. Wriggling her tongue like an electric eel, she raised her mouth to the elliptical end, teased the glands, and plunged for another stroke.
Bull felt the lightning of her tongue tip zap up his prick and into his bowels. Umm, huh, man! She sucked cock good!
Cindy's head was humming up and down his tool with increasing speed. Bull's hips humped in response and he felt his cock tip curve down her esophagus. With enormous shudders of raw passion, Cindy gobbled up and down Bull's meat like a hungry beast.
"Easy, baby, easy. Don't make me cum so quick. I want to give it to you in your nice little box. Cindy, you hear me?"
But Cindy did not appear to. She was too far gone for that. She was sucking off the whole German army in her mind as they thundered a blitzkrieg down her throat.
Hump. Hump. Bull's hips became marching boots as they sent his engine in and out of her plunging mouth. Then Cindy sucked around the member, creating a vacuum. Her cheeks hollowed and her eyes rolled when her tongue tip felt the rumble of swelling blood in Bull's turgid cock.
In his mind was a red-eyed black bull with a brass nose ring, charging. Rose puffs kicked up in the dirt as he willed the animal to halt, and there was the stiffening of hooves.
Cindy felt Bull's body harden with the effort and let her fingertip caress the soft cave between his legs. His muscular buttocks were clenched but when her finger worked between them they softened up to let the tip fondle the puckered bud of his asshole.
Some spittle had run like a little creek to a puddle near the entrance and Cindy slicked a long jointed finger over the ridged flesh.
"Oh, baby, good!" Bull groaned. "You take control."
Cindy took his words to mean that she could blow him for as long as she wished but he would not cum. That kind of self-will was a peculiar talent of Bull's. It meant he could keep his pecker hard for hours at a time and literally batter Cindy into the sleep of exhaustion. Or, sometimes when she least expected it, he would give in to her wish to suck his seed and then would let himself go in a charge of naked lust. But this evening was not to be one of those times, it seemed.
Cindy decided with a practical mind that it was useless trying to overcome Bull once his mind was made up, but also to go on sucking his cock if he would not cum was fool's play. So she stopped.
"Oh, Bull," she whined sultrily as she raised her head, "Bull baby, cum. We'll be late for Taco's."
Bull was not in the mood for talk. With a snarl he yanked her up and pushed her over on her belly. He wasted no time in spreading her legs and raising her hips up until her heart-shaped ass was before his rock-hard tool.
"Bull?" Cindy whimpered a little, even though she was secretly thrilled with the rough treatment. "Bull, you're not going to fuck me in the ass, are you?"
"Shut up!" he grunted as he guided one of her arms beneath her with a jerk. Her hand took hold of the length of his meat and guided it up to the entrance to her pussy.
The moist lips parted to the glistening ellipse of Bull's prick as he felt the hot flesh pulse expectantly against his pecker head. Oh, man! She's always so hot and so soft, he thought to himself as he slid the length of himself up into the heated pungent cunt.
Bull's lower belly met the hard flesh of Cindy's quivering ass and he ground himself against her with an ecstatic, animal-like grunt. He could feel his ramrod pulsating at the end of her throbbing cunt and her body grinding in response to the thrusts. He drew out for another plunge and her slick box felt so good it thrilled him to his very core. In his mind's eye he saw himself as a statue in a bullring: the blood pounding in his ears and in his cock was the crowd's roar. Matador! he thought, then trumpeted his rage with a bellow and rammed forward once again.
Stroke by stroke he made bold passage deep within Cindy while she writhed before him. His big hands held her hips steady while her torso squirmed and her ass twitched in a frenzy of response.
"Oh, my God, Bull! Yes, yess! Fuck me, baby, fuck, fuck meee!!" The sound of Cindy's voice went up to trill a note of pleasure high and soft and she felt herself hum into cumming like an over wound staircase clock.
Bull drove his huge member deeply time after time and felt her body tremble as she screamed her orgasm into being.
"Oh, God, oh, God! I'm cumming ... so good, so good!" Her voice was shrill and Bull slammed his big prick harder from behind her in response. He felt the orgasm tickle at last on the end of his dick and then it was thundering through him like the clatter of rampant hooves.
When the first shock of semen hit the walls of Cindy's box, she quivered, then screamed her delight. Another jolt and her scream deepened to a gargle and she was oblivious to anything but the completion of her quest. And Bull just seemed to cum and cum.
"Hey, Patti," Taco yelled through the bathroom door to his wife as he hung up the phone.
"What?" she called back, her voice nearly drowned by the drumming water.
"Never mind." Taco decided it could wait and went downstairs for a drink.
Patti Torres soaped her body lavishly and enjoyed the sting of the hot water spray on her beautiful breasts. They were incredibly shaped, perfect cones of firm flesh that rose from her chest at unbelievable angles.
"When TV starts showing see-through tops, Patti will make a fortune overnight," Taco was often heard to say about his wife's tits. Especially when he and Patti were out, and she was wearing one of the tops he was talking about. Taco really considered himself more a leg man than a tit man, but in the case of his old lady's boobs he would make an exception at any time.
Not that Patti did not have fine legs, either. She was small and her legs came out of her body as if they would be skinny but instead turned up from fine-boned ankles to lush calves and then molded in a long, thin plane to a classically sculptured ass. It was high and firm; the kind of ass that made men think of women in terms of horseflesh. Her ass was that good to look at when she walked down the street.
Patti rotated her body under the shower head. She was a redhead and the wet auburn curls of her snatch glistened from the soap sheen. She lifted her chin above the spray of water and let it course down her beautiful throat through the cleavage of her breasts and rinse away the last of the soap.
Her profile was another of her features that made men consider her as an animal. She gave the impression from the side of an exquisite young filly—fine-boned and full of fire. In fact, she was so good-looking that when men met her with Taco, they got the immediate impression that he was a remarkable judge of woman-flesh. And Taco loved it, just ate it up.
From his clear gray eyes, he looked down his aristocratic nose at other women and let his eyes tell them of his contempt. Patti was his and both men and women envied them their grace. She was as beautiful as they came and Taco knew it. What more could be said?
Patti finished the shower and stepped out. She pulled the clear plastic shower cap from her head and let her long auburn curls cascade down her back. She shook her head like a spirited horse, then toweled herself off briskly as she regarded herself in the full-length bathroom mirror.
She knew she was beautiful and she gloried in the knowledge. As she rubbed the towel over her breasts, her nipples hardened and her breath quickened. She could feel the heat between her legs. God! I'm horny already and Taco fucked me less than fifteen minutes ago. Wonder what he wanted—probably something about Cindy and Bull, she thought. He had said he was going to call them as she got out of bed and went to take a shower.
Languorously she finished toweling herself dry, then inspected her body inch by inch. When she was satisfied that she was as good-looking as she had always been, she grinned at herself in the mirror and went out the door, clicking off the light.
She took a sheer paisley blouse and a pair of white Spanish lace pants from her closet and slipped them on without any underclothes. Taco liked her to show it off, and she did.
The dark pink tips of her nipples were clearly visible beneath the mini blouse and her midriff was exposed. Tiny red hairs worked their way through the lace of her pants and the dark red vee of her snatch was an alluring shadow between her legs. She looked herself over with cool green eyes and felt good all over. The outfit probably was a little too risqué for the street, but since they were not going out anywhere, she knew Taco would be pleased with the way she looked.
"Where are you, honey?" Patti called as she descended the stairs, feeling her body move beneath the cloth of her outfit.
"In the den." Taco's voice came from the back of the house. "You want a drink?"
"Sure. When will Bull and Cindy get here?" she wanted to know as she paused in the doorway for effect.
"By my mother, you're beautiful!" Taco exclaimed and tilted his glass gallantly to her in tribute.
Patti took the motion as a signal to strike her cover-girl pose and enter the room. When she walked towards him it was with the studied grace of a classy stripper. Bitchy—but oh, so very, very good.
Taco nearly shivered with her striking beauty. "I have a present for you," he said as she approached the bar.
"Will I like it?" she wanted to know.
"I imagine," he said and smiled to himself, oh, you beautiful bitch. "Your throat will look lovely in this." His hand dangled a thin sparkling stream of diamonds and tiny obsidian stones bound together with pools of heavy gold. It was made like a woven wire and clasped at the side with a black velvet bow.
"Oh, Taco!" Patti swarmed all over his hand like a bee sucking up honey, and she held the necklace before her face as if it were the suspension cable of a famous bridge. Then she handed it back to him and her expression changed.
"Put it on me, Peter Torres." She let a coy smile play through her eyes as she licked her lips in a broad hint that she was totally his.
"Turn around," he said and put the necklace round her neck. She leaned back against the bar top as he kissed her ear. His hands came up to her breasts and he stretched her back tautly into an arc across the bar. His thumbs felt her nipples harden as he twirled them back and forth with his forefinger and nuzzled her sculptured neck.
The necklace surrounded Patti's perfectly rounded throat and was just thin enough to make the gems appear to be glittering mesh. The blue, white, and yellow sparkles of the tiny diamonds were set off by the black stones and the contrast was heightened by the interwoven gold.
"Oh, baby!" Patti moaned. "Come out from behind the bar so I can feel your cock against my neck."
Somehow Patti always managed to tell Taco what he had unconsciously meant by his gifts in just the right way, with a heady mixture of bitch in her sex.
The doorbell rang.
"Damn!" she whispered. "That's Bull and Cindy. And I was getting so worked up. Oh, well." She pushed away from the bar and crossed the room. Then, pausing in the door with her hip posed to one side so that her heart-shaped ass was perfectly in line with her lovely face, she said over her shoulder, "Thank you, Taco for the necklace." She blew him a pouting kiss.
Her face was flushed when she answered the door. Bull and Cindy standing expectantly on the threshold could see immediately that something was up.
"Look!" she said as she closed the door behind them and craned her throat to show off the necklace. The outside surfaces of the obsidian were as jagged and rough as glass mountains. They graduated in size from smaller to larger with the diamonds scattered randomly in the gold rope.
"Ohhh," breathed Cindy.
"What'd Taco do? Put all the family jewels in it?" Bull wanted to know.
"Oh, you," laughed Patti and pushed Bull on into the entry way. Cindy was wearing a floor-length, Mandarin lounge coat and Bull his usual Levi's and blue work shirt heavily starched.
"Where's Taco?" Bull asked.
"In the den at the bar—where else?" Patti stepped toward the den, then elaborately waved them before her.
Always posing, Bull thought, and yet he could not help feasting his eyes on her ample charms. More and more Patti was attracting him—as her outfits concealed less and less. "No, you go ahead, Patti. I want to watch your ass move." Then he laughed and winked at Cindy.
"Hey, you guys!" Taco's voice drifted out to them from the den. "Anyone out there want a drink or something?"
"Or something," Cindy muttered, and she chucked Bull in the ribs with her fist. "Just watch yourself, buster!" she said playfully as they both watched Patti's perfectly shaped high ass lead them to the bar.
"That's some necklace," Bull boomed into the room in a big voice. "Must be half the family jewels around that neck."
"It is pretty, isn't it?" replied Taco noncommittally.
"What's on the agenda tonight?" asked Cindy, changing the subject.
"Patti has a surprise for us. Or so she said earlier," answered Taco.
"Oh my, yes! I nearly forgot, what with the necklace and all." Patti's hand felt her throat luxuriously for the golden chain. "The surprise is on the projector."
She crossed the room and slid back a panel. Inside was a movie projector and now she slid the tray it was on forward and adjusted the tilt.
"Remember Joan Ingram, Cindy?" Patti referred to one of their former high school classmates. "Well, the last time Taco met the fence in Los Angeles, it was in a bookstore and I was with him. While Taco was busy with the clerk, I was browsing around. I was wearing my pearl-gray see-through blouse. You know the one I mean?" Cindy and Bull nodded simultaneously.
"Well, anyway, to make a long story short," Patti continued, "I guess the clerk was making a pass at me, and he offered to show me some special film. Turn the light off, Bull."
When the room was dark Patti flicked the projector on and the opposite wall lit up with a square of light. The picture came into focus and showed an oak tree far off on a knoll. The figure of a girl resolved itself as the camera moved closer until her features were clear. It was Joan Ingram, a girl friend of both Cindy and Patti from before their marriages.
She was dressed like a school girl in a short pleated plaid skirt and a white scoop-neck blouse. She was reading a book as she lay alone in the tree shade on a picnic blanket. She drew one leg up and her skirt slid down, exposing the length of her thigh and the suggestion of the dark triangle of hair over her mound.
"I like her legs," Taco said to nobody in particular. The comment drew no response. All eyes were glued on the screen as Joan slid one delicately fingered hand along her sculptured thigh and played with the hair around her snatch. Distractedly she put the book down and looked about the landscape to see if anyone was there. Just a few grazing horses in the distance.
She got up from the blanket and loosed the clasp from her skirt and let it slide off. Then she pulled the sleeveless blouse over her head and stepped out of the puddle her skirt was. She was naked now and looked like a wood nymph against the oak tree as she gazed about wistfully.
Her breasts were pear-shaped and firm with deeply colored red-brown nipples which she toyed with as she gazed at the grazing horses. She put her hands to her mouth and whistled shrilly twice. A pinto horse looked up from where he was nibbling grass. She whistled again and the horse started toward her in a slow, even trot.
"Man, look at that!" Bull exclaimed in an awed whisper. "Her ass is jiggling like the horse's. So fine, so fine!"
The horse trotted up and the girl moved along, petting his muzzle while the camera closed in. The soft mouth of the painted horse face nuzzled the flesh of the girl's breast and his tongue licked the hardening tip.
Joan's face showed she liked it. Her eyes were half closed and her tongue licked softly at her lips. One hand scratched the animal's ear while the other toyed along his under jaw.
"Do you suppose she has trained the horse to do that?" asked Cindy incredulously, at the same time feeling her own breasts start to throb with imagining what the horse's kiss would feel like.
Joan then moved away from the nuzzling horse face and down along his side. Her hands stroked his shiny, color-spotted coat and she rubbed her body sensuously against him.
She dropped to her knees and crawled beneath the horse. She gazed slowly and longingly at the sheath that held his cock.
"Jesus, this is turning me on!" Patti said and slid her blouse over her breasts so that she could fondle herself.
"Me, too," agreed Bull. He unbuttoned his Levi's and pulled his hardening prick out into his hand.
Enraptured, Joan reached up and took hold of the horse's emerging shaft; it looked nearly black against the green meadow. Delicately, the girl leaned her head forward and kissed the blunt end.
Beneath her floor-length housecoat, Cindy began to feel stifled and confined since she was unable to get her hands on her body without being awkward. She saw that Bull was too busy jacking off and watching the screen to help her, so she turned to Taco and asked, "Unzip me, please? This movie is too much!"
Taco pulled the full-length zipper halfway down Cindy's back and she let the housecoat fall to the floor.
"Hey, Bull, is it all right if I play with your wife's tits during this?" Taco asked.
"Sure. If I can have Patti."
Taco turned to Patti. "Patti, what do you think?" he asked.
"I think I'd like that," she answered, turning away from the movie for a moment and eyeing Bull's cock.
Although they had never actually swapped mates before, all four had thought hotly about it many times before. They had even joked and kidded each other about it openly. But in their short, busy marriages none of them had yet made the obvious commitment to swapping. Now, in the darkened room in front of the incredibly and strangely erotic movie, it seemed the perfectly correct thing to do.
On the screen Joan was licking the painted horse's distended pecker more feverishly all the time. Patti slid her lace pants down and Bull quickly shed his clothes.
Taco had Cindy stretched over the bar and was toying with her breasts from behind while they were both able to watch the movie. His hands rubbed gentle circles over her heated mounds, sending shocks of pleasure aching to her swollen nipples.
On the screen Joan had swallowed the flat puffy end of the horse prick. Patti came between Bull's legs and began to kiss his ball-sack, ignoring the film completely.
"I'd like some of that, too," Taco said, seeing his wife kiss his brother's balls. Quickly he shucked the jumpsuit he was wearing and Cindy moved toward the front of the bar.
No one was paying attention to the film any longer and soon it ran its course. The end of the tape ran off its reel and slapped against the machine while the projector flickered lights into the room.
Patti's exquisite face and lips kissed along Bull's massive organ to the purple end. The tip was slick and swelled with blood as it grazed beneath her delicate nose and touched her ripe hot lips. Her pink tongue tip licked out and creased the slit end. Bull groaned like a dreaming dog as he felt her moist, wet lips surround the torrid bulb. He felt his body light up as her teeth glazed the underside of his shaft and he stroked his hips forward.
Cindy had sucked Taco's enormous organ into her mouth as well and now both women were on their knees before the men and sucking cock with abandon.
But Bull was not satisfied. He took Patti by the shoulder and pushed her face off his prick. "Turn around on your hands and knees," he ordered and she complied. "I've wanted this ass since the moment I saw it," Bull muttered and hefted his heavy tool in his hand.
"Run it into my pussy a couple of times to make it slick," Patti said over her shoulder, and she reached beneath herself and back to clutch Bull's cock to her cunt.
The lips were hot and hungry as Bull slickly slid his pecker into the walls of her box. Mother of mine—what a hot twat! Bull thought. He stroked in and out with deep controlled thrusts until he felt Patti shiver, then pulled his prick back out and into his hand.
His prick was wet and slick from her juices. Carefully he positioned the head of it at the bud of her taut asshole.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Patti moaned when she felt the tip pressing firmly into her rectum. She relaxed her butt and let the rod enter her as easily as she could and felt a dark tingle of pleasure in her most secret parts. She loved a good butt fuck and Taco never gave her enough of it. This was the first thing Bull had wanted to do to her and she thrilled at the idea. Cindy must certainly have it good, she thought.
Cindy and Taco had stopped their lovemaking and were watching their mates performing in the anal arts. Taco admired his brother's immense strength as with slow, intense pressure he penetrated Patti's beautiful ass. Cindy wondered how her friend could like it as much as her face expressed that she did, and a shiver of fear ran up Cindy's spine.
"Bull always wants to fuck me like that and I can't stand the idea. It's kind of funny between us about that," Cindy found herself confiding to Taco and wondering why she was.
"Patti likes it, too. But most of the time I'd rather have her suck my cock. So, I know what you mean," Taco answered back.
"Really?" Cindy's eyes lit up. "That's what I like to do best, too."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Cindy dropped back to her knees and Taco leaned against the bar for support. She licked his balls and then cupped them with cherishing hands as she ran her mouth along his fleshy prick. He tasted of cum and sweat and Cindy loved it with her voice and tongue. With gentle fingers she stroked his ball-sack and let one hand slip back into the crack of his ass while her lips suckled the bulbous end of his cock. She let her tongue tickle quickly over the glands and trace the ridge of flesh while her lips puffed about the tip. With an audible pop she sucked the bulb completely in and began hungrily pumping her mouth up and down the shaft.
Across the room on the floor, Bull was sending his vibrating meat humping in and out of the elastic passage to Patti's asshole with tremendous stabs.
The combination of Cindy's tongue on his turgid cock and the sight of his brother fucking his beautiful wife drove Taco rapidly toward orgasm. Cindy's method of cocksucking was by far the most thrilling Taco had ever undergone. At the same time the relish with which she lent her mouth to the sucking drove him to cum almost before she had begun. The first hot gob splattered down Cindy's working throat while Taco watched Patti writhe from Bull's gigantic thrusts.
Patti screamed as she felt her own orgasm and quickly she began strumming her clitoris as fast as she could to increase the pleasure. The rhythm she established was like an alternating echo of pleasure to the deep booming drum of Bull's driving cock as it slammed in and out of her asshole. His heavy ball-sack slapped against her thighs as he roared in a perfect rage of sex and shot his wad deep within her bowels.
Only Cindy was not satisfied. Although she liked to suck cock even more than to fuck, the sight of her husband butt-fucking Patti awoke a need in her loins that could not be stilled. While she sucked avidly after the last drop of Taco's semen, she drove two fingers of her hand deeply into her hungry cunt and sought to lose herself in orgasm. Taco saw her effort and grinned to himself with sly amusement.
He knew that his twin brother Bull could keep a hard-on without cumming indefinitely so that Cindy would be used to long periods of lovemaking. What Cindy did not know was that Taco could come a number of times in a short space of time. Thus, he differed only in style from Bull. It was also apparent that Bull had given up this control in the excitement of fucking Taco's wife, in the ass for the first time. After all, such occasions are rare in any man's life. The event, in fact, was related to a question Taco had been asking himself for some time. Namely, why should either he or Patti remain faithful within just the inner circle of the four of them? Expanding their horizons was something he wished to discuss with all of them. And now seemed like a very opportune time.