Chapter 10
"I wonder where he is?" Linda asked Patti as they stood by the front desk.
"Has Mr. Torres settled his bill yet?" Patti asked the clerk.
"I believe he has, ma'am. He's in the casino and he said to tell you he'd be playing cards."
"Thank you." Patti turned away and the two women walked across the lobby and entered the casino. They found Taco and stood at his back while he sat hunched over a poker table. At the moment there were two cards to be dealt in a seven stud game, and Taco was meeting the bet being made by, of all people, the bellman!
"I'll see the $500," Taco said and tossed five white chips into the center of the table. Only one other player stayed in. Soon the sixth card was dealt. Face up. Taco paired queens with a king showing. The bellman paired jacks, also with a king showing. The third man folded in disgust when Taco bet one thousand dollars.
"I'll see that—and raise a thousand," was the bellman's play.
"Call," said Taco.
The last card was down and dirty, some might say. The girls peeked over Taco's shoulder and saw he had a queen and a king among his hole cards. The last card had been a jack and Taco knew then his full house was unbeatable. Casually he bet fifteen hundred dollars.
The bellman sat with three jacks and a pair of kings. He snickered and raised the bet to the table limit of twenty-five hundred.
"Re-raise," Taco said assuredly, and both women saw the sickened expression that passed across Tom's face. He was hooked and he knew it.
"Call," he said bitterly. Taco laid down his full house, queens over kings. He eyed Tom levelly and the bellboy scooped up his remaining chips with a nasty, but somehow cowardly, laugh and stalked off.
"I've had enough as well," Taco sighed and pushed himself away from the table. Turning to Linda and Patti, he said: "Well, now, it looks like the score between Tom and us is about evened up." He laughed as he signaled for the pit boss to count his chips and cash them in. "So, let's celebrate again!" All three went off to the bar, giggling and very pleased with the world in general.
"Bull, I'm not sure now." Cindy's voice was slightly plaintive.
"It'll be all right, baby," Bull grunted as he nosed his prick tip against the rosette bud of her asshole. He had greased his cock with vaseline until it looked lacquered, and he had oozed a fingerful into Cindy's rectal passage as well. Now the bulb on his immense organ slid into his wife's anus with only the slightest of thrusts.
"Ohh, Bull, it's so big! I can't take it; you'll rip me apart! Stop, please, stop!" She was breathing hard in anxious passion and fear.
"Relax, baby. Just relax." Bull paused in his forward movement and felt the elastic sphincter muscle tighten and then slowly relax around the head of his prick. "There. Isn't that better?" he inquired as his hand sought the opening to Cindy's cunt.
"A little," she grudgingly admitted.
Careful not to move his member any farther, Bull's fingers found the flesh-covered bud at the top of her pussy and began to wiggle his first finger joint slowly over it. Gradually, as if her clit were the key to unlocking her asshole, he kneaded the tiny button and felt it harden with his finger's ministrations. Almost involuntarily, Cindy's hips began to move in response. Before long Bull's loving technique had caused Cindy's ass to wiggle until it gobbled up nearly half of his cock.
"Oh," she said in surprise when she realized the depth of his penetration, "oh, Bull, it feels like I'm shitting. Take it out, please!"
But her body did not say that. Bull had stopped moving his finger on Cindy's clit but her hips went on bucking back and forth. Her body's motions were causing his meat to penetrate deeper into her ass. It was as if her words came from a different person. Gradually Bull began to stroke in and out, in and out, while both of his hands waved in the air for balance.
"Bull, take it out!" Cindy's voice was frantic, as if he were tearing her up as his gigantic organ strove to find her bowels. "Take it out!" she screamed, although her body actually seemed to hunger for more. Wantonly she hunched back against his abdomen.
"Please, Bull, please. I can't stand it!" she pleaded. Bull was caught up thinking about the contradiction between her words and her actions, and with total and unthinking glee he lengthened his strokes. Boom! His immense prick thundered into Cindy's asshole while she screamed against it. But there was no pain in her voice. Bull laughed out loud and asked smoothly, "Are you sure you don't dig it, baby?"
"Oh no, take it out," she moaned and began to wriggle her finely molded ass in a circular motion.
This is incredible, Bull thought to himself as he felt the sphincter muscle spasm tightly around his prick. It was as if he were part of the woman now and could never pull out. No matter how hard he pulled back for the next thrust, Cindy's tightly clenched buns would not give up his prick. The tremendous feeling began pounding over them both.
The ellipse on the end of his cock caught at the sphincter and pulled him forward as if his gigantic prick were a rubber band. Bull timed his motion to Cindy's so that his hips shot in and out of her ass in direct opposition to her churning movements.
"Take it out!" she cried desperately. All the while her body seemed to swallow the whole prick up with a sudden gulp and then rhythmically let go. Bull felt as if he were on the edge of the universe, getting a peek at what made life's miracles work.
"God damn! Please take it out—I'm going to cum!" she screamed at the top of her voice, and Bull went mad with lust.
With every muscle in his body, he hurled his cock toward her stomach. Then with an insane shuddering grunt he felt himself cum.
Cindy felt the hot jism searing into the bottom of her anal passage and she screamed. "Oh no, I'm cumming!! Oh God, I can't feel this good!!!"
Bull had lost all semblance of control now. His body shook like an immense rag doll as his prick shot load after load into the depths of his wife's asshole and his mind raged into oblivion.
"Yes. No. Bull ... Bull. Cum ... good," Cindy chanted slowly between the ragged heaves of her breath as she quaked with her own orgasm. Her bottom seemed to be grunting involuntarily in time with Bull's spasming prick. As the white heat of his semen twirled within her asshole, the feeling nearly consumed her. She felt her pussy flow with juices and frantically tried to stop it up with her finger. The sudden movement caused her to lose her balance, and she fell forward, pulling Bull on top of her.
His weight knocked the breath momentarily out of her, leaving her helpless, crushed beneath the weight of the world. Slowly her head cleared and she realized that her body had responded to the butt fucking as if it had a mind of its own. She remembered fragments of what her words had been and suddenly flushed to realize what Bull must be thinking. Desperately she struggled beneath him for breath. For a moment or two, she thought she would suffocate. But Bull sensed her dilemma and rolled to the side. To both their surprise, her tightly clenched buns would not release his prick, and the inertia of his weight caused Cindy to be pulled along. Air flooded back into her lungs even as she realized that Bull's prick was still impaled in her.
"Relax, baby." He tried to soothe her as she struggled against him.
"I can't. You're stuck!"
"Relax your ass. It'll come out." He began to calm her with strokes of his hand until finally she lay quietly against him. "That's it. Just take it easy." Gently Bull pulled back as he felt Cindy's anus loosen. Using his hands to massage each cheek, he gradually pulled her buns apart as he withdrew. Finally with a sudden jerk he was out, and Cindy started to cry.
"Are you hurt?" he asked with concern.
"No. No, it's not that. Although it throbs as if it were burning," she said through a veil of tears.
"What is it, then?" he wanted to know.
"Oh, I don't know!" she sobbed. "It was just that I felt like I was being split in half. Oh, I don't know ... I don't mean just in my ass; it was all over. Even in my head!"
"Do you mean what you said?"
"Yes, that's part of it." Cindy was beginning to calm herself even though she continued to sob occasionally. "I mean it felt so good in a very negative sense."
"What do you mean?" Bull inquired even though he sensed that he knew. He thought he felt the same way about it—although for him it was a thrill, not a curse.
"It was like I had to deny it when I thought about it, while my body demanded that I change my mind. Oh, I don't know! That's not what I mean at all—it's just that ... well, the feeling was wild. That's all."
Bull laughed as if to tell her: Well, now you know what all the fuss is about. You decide whether you like it or not. Out loud he told her, "It was pretty wild to hear you, for me, too." Bull chortled to himself. "You kept saying, 'Get it out!' Even while your body was begging for more. I mean it was like you were contradicting yourself—and I've never felt anything like it!"
"Oh, I know, Bull. That's what I mean. It didn't hurt exactly; it was just ... Oh, never mind. Let's get dressed and get out of here. I don't want to talk; I want to go."
"Okay. If you say so," was Bull's reply. Quickly they gathered their things and left in search of Taco, Patti, and Linda.