Chapter 2
"I've got an idea," Taco said out loud. "Let's go to Las Vegas this weekend and get married again ... only this time to each other's wife."
Silence. Looks of incomprehension appeared on the other faces until finally Cindy asked Taco from between his legs—her voice piqued at having been taken away from the enjoyment of licking Taco's peter dry—"What do you mean?"
"Simple. Bull marries Patti and I marry you, Cindy, in an official ceremony. That way, if any of us wanted to play around with someone outside the four of us, it would be perfectly all right since legally we would be polygamous!"
Peter Torres had secretly always wanted to be a lawyer. He often thought about the legality of things. This fact coupled with another: namely, that after his parents had died at the hands of the revolutionaries he had decided that since it was such a good trip being free of the guilt of being born of Nazi parents ... well, to make a long story short, he had decided to be a revolutionary himself. Thus, the unconventional idea of marrying his own sister-in-law was merely another cog in the overworked paper machine of legal marriage, so to speak.
"Why brother?" Patti wanted to know, still impaled on Bull's non-wilting staff. Her face looked angelic beside the buns of her perfect ass which she rotated now before Bull's huge trunk.
"Just for the trip," Taco replied.
"A trip to Vegas sounds like fun," Cindy mused, catching a little of the spirit. "Why not just go and forget about the weddings? It's kind of fun being illicit with your best friend's husband."
"It'd still be just as much fun. And perhaps we could make our group larger, 'cause I'm getting a little bored with only four," Taco answered her.
"Sometimes I just don't understand you, Peter Torres." Patti sounded hurt. "Don't you love me anymore?" She pressed her lips into a pout.
"Don't be silly, Patti. Of course I do. It's just that it seems to me a good idea to act out as many aggressions in as many meaningless places as we can—that's all."
"Taco's too deep for me," Bull mused aloud, "but I wouldn't mind having two wives. Might serve some primitive need in me. I'm for it!"
"Vegas would be fun," Patti agreed. "I've got some great new outfits I've been dying to show off. Sure, why not? Let's go!"
In a flurry, the details of the trip were settled. They would meet between the houses in half an hour. Bull would drive since he had the larger car and set a leisurely pace across the desert—probably three hours, no more, Bull promised. Quickly they dressed, packed, and were off.
On the highway after leaving the desert city's outer limits, the night was velvety soft and warm. Bull put the sunroof back and they drove along, enjoying the warm air and the deep black sky with the pinpricks of far-off stars as the only light. It was early still so that the moon was not yet up. They would probably arrive in Las Vegas just after midnight.
Patti had thought to bring along a snack and soon they were proposing toasts to themselves, to their adventure, and to the night with chicken and white wine. Their spirits seemed to rise above their heads and into the magical night.
"Well," said Taco finally, "if I'm going to be married in a little while, perhaps I should get to know my bride-to-be a little better."
"That's a good idea," Bull's voice rose above the wind from behind the wheel. "Send Patti up here. Cindy, you trade with her."
Cindy obligingly crawled over the back seat and held herself in a corner while Patti pulled the same gleeful maneuver up and over into the front seat.
For the trip, Cindy had chosen a wide-looped black knit dress and she was wearing only the briefest of fire-engine red bikini panties beneath the large eyes of the knit. In the dark of the back seat her body shone like ivory through the dress and Taco relished the sight. The buds of her rather small breasts stuck out from the knit and Taco licked the tiny pink studs with appreciation.
"I thought you'd like me in this dress. I chose it for you, Taco," Cindy said romantically.
"I like to see. It makes me want to touch," Taco whispered to her between mouthings of her nipples. She could feel the flesh of her ass stick slightly to the leather seats as Taco's kisses cherished her breasts, and the warm night air caressed her hot neck.
She squirmed lower on the seat until the hem of her dress worked its way beneath her. Taco's finger toyed with her red silk-covered crotch.
He could feel the heat of her pussy a slight distance beneath his fingertip as it caressed the tautly covered slit of her cunt lips. "Without these," he snarled suddenly and ripped the panties from her hips with one quick, strong motion.
"Don't rip the seats," Bull quipped over his shoulder at the sound. Taco did not bother to answer him but lowered his head to lap at Cindy's sweet-smelling sex.
He ran his tongue along the outer labia and felt it blossom as Cindy groaned and widened her already perspiring thighs. Taco felt the sweat make her soft inner legs slick on his cheek as he parted her pussy with his tongue and wriggled deeply within the pungent box.
Ah, sweet pussy, I'm going to eat you up, he thought and wriggled his head while his tongue burrowed and Cindy's pussy puckered around his avid lips.
Taco loved to eat a sweet box better than nearly anything else. He was often heard to say, "The reason I like to see a woman nearly naked in public is 'cause then I can see how much bitch is in her—and I know how sweet she'd taste to me." Sometimes Taco seemed a little deep.
But now he had his tongue buried in a sweet pussy, indeed, and her legs were writhing against his head in an agony of pleasure. Taco's pussy-eating manner was cultivated to a high degree. First, he would plunge his tongue as deeply into her box as his mouth would allow and leaving it far, far down would wriggle it massively. Then, drawing slowly back, he took hot wet swipes at the juicy walls of her box.
Now, out along the lip's rims, Taco played his tongue tip up until it found the bud of her clit beneath the tiny wings of puckered flesh in which it was buried. He rubbed it wet and hard. Then his tongue tip tickled lightly at the bottom of the fleshy vee and was rewarded to feel the stud growing. At the same time, his face felt Cindy groan and crank her hips.
He tickled the clit rapidly back and forth until his lips could feel its size. His mouth puckered lightly about the moist knob and sucked while his tongue, alternating with the rhythm of his breath, snaked into the tunnel of love and scooped up the torrid juices. In no time he had Cindy at the peak of her orgasm. As the flood hit her, he bent all his effort to sucking up the torrent.
Cindy came in powerful, driving wracks and Taco found he had to hold her hips down or her bucking would knock his rhythm off. He held her and her hips vibrated wave after wave of orgasm over his cavorting tongue and he teased into her until she thought she must scream.
"Oh, Peter! Enough! Stop, please, stop!" Her voice displayed an agony of delight for everyone in the car to hear, except Taco whose ears were muffed by her squirming thighs. Driven nearly to the brink of hysteria, Cindy began to giggle uncontrollably as Taco went on and on tonguing her depths.
Soon the giggles turned to whimpers as Taco's insistent tongue brought her back to climax in a seemingly endless chain of orgasmic bliss. Finally, when there was no more energy left in her and her whimpering had changed to sobs then heaves, he stopped.
Cindy felt like a slowly subsiding pool of water after having been churned awake by a tornado. Every muscle in her body vibrated still from the terrific climaxes she had undergone.
She opened her eyes and saw Patti peering over the back of the front seat, while Taco's smiling face leered up at her from between her upraised knees.
"God, what have I been through?" she wanted to know in mock anguish. "Somebody should have had this idea of swapping months ago!"
"Now you know why I wear so many see-through things," Patti said wryly. "As long as Taco wants to see what he's gonna eat, I want him watching me!"
"He's going to be a busy boy after tonight, 'cause he'll be watching two of us!" Cindy smiled languidly to herself.
Taco laughed and Bull said, "Well, since I can't eat you while I'm driving, Patti, why not eat me?"
"I've got a better idea," Patti told him. "Let Taco drive while we get into the back. Cindy can take care of Taco like he took care of her. And you and I can move around some. How does that sound?"
"Just fine!" came a chorus of three voices at once.
Bull slowed the car and pulled off the road. He shut the lights off as he stopped the car. When he shut the motor off, the clear trill of crickets could be heard in the warm dark night.
"Put the back seat down as you get out, Taco," Bull said as he opened the car door. "I've got a sponge rubber pad and a couple of pillows in the luggage compartment. May as well get as comfortable as we can!"
Bull spread out the foam pad, and he and Patti crawled in the rear gate of the wagon and pulled the door closed as Taco dug the wheels of the car back onto the highway in a gravelly roar.
"There's another bottle of wine in the basket near your door," Patti said to Bull as they struggled in the low space to get their clothes off. "See if you can reach it and maybe Cindy can open it up."
Bull had his shirt off and the top of his Levi's open a button when she spoke. It seemed like a good idea. He twisted his upper body around and one hand sought past the opposite shoulder between the seat and the door for the basket on the floor. When his hand touched its straw side, he felt something soft and fluttery at the top of his pubic hairs and he paused for an instant, surprised. Then he knew it was Patti's fingers as she tickled the buttons to his jeans open. In a moment, he felt her lips kiss the hair above his base.
"I've got it," he grunted, grasping the bottle neck and easing it up, careful not to interfere with Patti's searching lips. Heaving himself up in an arc, Bull succeeded in handing Cindy the wine bottle while his hips left the sponge surface and Patti slid his Levi's down his thighs.
While she led each pants leg down his calves with her hands she let her lips kiss along the muscles of his upper leg. She nibbled as one leg came down his knee and he raised his leg to help her get it off. While her hand pulled the cuff over his foot, her tongue snaked its way into the space between his balls and his loins and tickled him with glee. His ass lay back flat down on the rubber pad and she twisted the other pants leg off. Absurdly enough, Bull felt like a baby.
"Here's the bottle," Cindy said and dangled it above his head. Wine is always better than milk on a warm night, anyway, thought Bull.
Patti's warm, moist lips on his genitals were cousins of the night. He felt his erected pecker slip between her lips and he began pumping into the void toward her throat. Her teeth scraped the length of his meat and she sucked her soft lips between the contact. Up and down she pumped her mouth and worked her tongue on the end of the elliptical head.
Bull took a sip of the wine and lay back to watch the night sky rush madly by above. So far off, he thought, it looks like it isn't moving. But it is, of course.
Patti's mouth echoed up and down his shaft and sent throbs of love into his groin. Bull felt a shout of lust well up in his throat and like an animal sent his rocking hips hard against Patti's hungry mouth with rhythmic thrusts.
Bull felt the hum of the tires on the pavement and thought he could detect a throb like a heartbeat in the running gears. Hump went his ass up off the floor and his cock jammed deeply into Patti's mouth. Hum went the driveline, then smack—his ass was back to the pad.
But Bull did not wish to lie back and think about his surroundings while Patti sucked him dry. He wanted the oblivion only fucking would give him. So he reached down and dragged Patti up to his side.
Her incredibly resilient body caressed his length until his cock was wedged stiffly between both of their bodies and her breasts crushed softly against his chest. Bull's balls and upper thighs could feel the plush hair of Patti's pubes as she writhed herself against him and he took her mouth to his.
Her lips were soft, luxuriantly soft and overripe, as he tongued their inner sides. He could feel the even row of her bared teeth as they slightly parted and let her tongue slip through to tickle his. It felt as if tiny currents were passing between their tongue tips and their lips ground together in a crushing kiss.
Bull felt the length of his meat stiffen as the glands rubbed up and down on Patti's belly. The head of the vee of his pecker paused just above the button on her belly, then rubbed back down the slope of her abdomen to where he felt the tangle of her pubic hair begin.
"Oh, Bull, fuck me," Patti moaned into his mouth, then sucked his tongue deeply into the inferno of her own fiery throat. Bull rolled over until he was above her and Patti's legs parted willingly to make room for him between them. His hand took his rock-hard cock and guided it to the entrance of her soft, moist pussy lips. The hot bulb on the end of his dick felt the passage open before it like a hothouse flower—velvety, wet, and warm.
A shiver ran up Bull's length from the very end of his prick to the top of his head and then down to the soles of his feet. He felt almost grateful to Patti for allowing him entrance to the cathedral that was her pussy. Like the matador praying for grace against the bull's fury, Bull tempered his lust and entered Patti's box slow and easy.
She felt the end of his dick separate her cunt lips and slide within her anxious pussy's grasp. The walls of her box gave way before his slow inching motion and a huge sigh escaped Patti's lips with the pleasure of it. His cock slid into her with a perfect fit.
Bull reached the end of his stroke and shuddered with pleasure. He lay quietly a moment so that he could gain control of himself. Patti's pussy felt nearly on fire to him; he had never felt anything so good. He could feel it ripple on the sides of his cock as she wriggled beneath him. Her body felt welded to his as she moaned and nibbled on his tongue.
He drew back for another thrust and involuntarily Patti bucked beneath him. In an instant, they were a perfectly matched fucking machine. Bam, slap, he snapped his dick deeply into her and she snatched it up and slammed against him, her body begging for more. They were oblivious to anything but the pleasure of themselves. They were together in the union of their loins, rocking within each other again and again.
Bull's massive organ felt like molten steel as it poured deeply into Patti's torrid cunt. Like quicksilver her cum greased the slide of the member's plunge and Bull felt as if he could fuck all night. In and out, in and out, he plunged.
Patti could feel the hot carousel of orgasm swinging down to take her up and with glee she leaped up to catch it. Wave after wave of delicious, pleasure-filled thrills shocked up her frame from her prick-gorged pussy.
"Oh, so, very, very good." Patti's words had a measured finality to them as she gasped them out between the shocks of her pleasure. Steady as a battering ram, Bull kept on fucking. On and on. And on. Until Patti came again and then again, and finally, sobbing, she gave herself up to a low and steady moaning.
When Bull sensed that she was near exhaustion, he teased her with a voice in her ear: "Come on, baby, one more time for Poppa. This time he's gonna give you all you want."
To emphasize his point, Bull gave an immense thrust and felt himself bounce off the back of Patti's cervix. Now that the thought of cumming had entered his head, he did not wait to see if she revived. But she had. Quickening his plunges until he fairly rocked the speeding car with the fury of them, Bull bellowed at the night and spent himself deeply into Patti's womb.
Shock after shock like light waves, only infinitely more filling, washed over Patti; she was the mother of oceans in an orgiastic swoon. Boom—boom, Bull came in her and the ocean surfed beneath as if she were falling gently off the cliff peak high above but anchored deep within his orgasm. She felt like an ocean bird in a goony slow-motion dive. And she was gone.
Red moments, yellow moments, black moments, like ink pools later, the night came back in roaring at them through the car windows. Finding themselves gazing into the night pools of each other's eyes, they seemed to experience one thought between them: all our lives—and where has anything so beautiful as this been?
"You kids finally through back there?" Cindy's voice broke through like a green light in the night.
"Huh? Yeah, we, ah, did get sort of wrapped up there." Bull's voice sounded strange to his ears. He thought of bells in a mission tower as the wind whipping up his hair competed with the vision.
"Sort of wrapped up, you say. You may not know it, but that scene took slightly more than an hour." Taco's tone was drily pleased with his own irony.
Sheepishly, Bull and Patti grinned into each other's eyes. Could an hour take such a short time?
"How come you were keeping time?" Patti wanted to know.
"I wasn't; Cindy was," Taco answered.
"Well, hell! After I blew Taco to cum twice I couldn't help but notice the clock. When my head's on his lap the thing's right in front of my eyes."
"Only came twice in an hour, Taco?" Bull chided his brother. "My, my, what's become of thy youth?"
"Nothing," said Cindy with awe in her voice. "I started watching the clock after the second cum. He came twice more before you two were through."
"Ah," said Bull, "that's more like the brother I know."
"One cums four times an hour and the other takes an hour to cum. What a pair! And to think in a little while I'll be married to both of them." Beneath Bull, Patti mused aloud and everyone roared with the mirth of it.
"I'll drink to that!" shouted Cindy and took a huge gulp, then passed the wine to Taco. In silent agreement he waved the bottle, took a slug from it, then passed it over his shoulder to Bull. He started to offer it to Patti, but seeing she could not drink while pinned beneath him, he took a mouthful, then kissed her and shared the toast to their sex. It was so good to have found each other.
"Hey, Taco," Bull said. "Instead of getting married, let's get divorced." He chuckled raucously.
"I thought of that," replied Taco reflectively. "But then there would be a negative feeling to everything we did after that. The idea is to join a larger group. Not become exclusive. See what I mean?"
"Yeah, well, I guess that makes sense. But people shouldn't need to play games to be free."
"We're not all the people, Bull," Taco answered. "Just four in a very large world. They're our games alone. Everyone else doesn't have to play them."
"Hey, you two," Cindy interrupted. "What is this—some kind of Socratic dialogue between you?" Taco laughed ironically. "I don't know." And Bull just shook his head.
"Yeah," said Patti. "Who cares what we do? Let's just have fun."
"Took the very words from my mouth," was Cindy's rejoinder. "I could use a little more lovin'. How about you?"
"Don't mind if I do," Patti returned, smiling wickedly.
"You girls sound like a comedy team," Bull said. "Suppose Taco and I switch places? How about it?"
"Or we could just pull over to the side of the road for a while," Cindy suggested.
"No, come on. Let's get there," Patti interjected. "There's so much more room and privacy on a bed."
"We'll switch." Taco decided for them as he guided the car to a stop. "I'd kind of like to fuck Patti in the ass back there, anyway."
"Oh, Taco, would you?" Patti's voice was filled with expectation. "Oh, that would feel so good!"
Taco got out and Bull crawled over the front seat into his place. "I can't think of anything better than one of your blowjobs, baby," Bull said softly to Cindy when he was settled. Seeing by the rear-view mirror that Taco was in, he put the car in gear and took off. "I'd sure like that."
"You would, huh?" Cindy's voice revealed a hint of pride that Bull relished the thought.
"Sure would!" Bull grinned a quick look at her, then returned his attention to the road.
Without another word Cindy put her head down into Bull's lap. Almost idly, she licked her tongue along his half-hard organ while her hand gently cupped his balls close to her mouth.
I can taste Patti, she thought, as she tongued the still moist places in the hair surrounding Bull's base. She let her nose breathe hot shafts of air into the matted hair and nestled the cock and balls to a place between her mouth and nose. Delicious, she thought, as she slid her hand up the thickening tool. Involuntarily she moaned as the heat of the meat grew with its increasing size. She stroked it with her palm and felt desire take hold of her mind. She wanted to suck the knob on its end. She felt that some need in herself would be satisfied if only Bull would let her suck him off as much as she wanted.
Bull felt Cindy's kisses grow more frantic along the side of his prick as it stiffened. She sure likes sucking cock, he thought. And it felt so good having her hot mouth lick and suck his member clean after the titanic fuck with Patti. Wonder if she likes the taste of Patti's cum as well? It sure feels like she does, thought Bull, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
Cindy took the knobby red head of Bull's prick into her mouth and tongued it lavishly. The slick taut feel of the enormous head against the soft inner flesh of her mouth made her moan about his cock. She licked her tongue tip into the vee repeatedly while her mind reveled in the feel of a mouthful of cock.
She plunged her head forward slowly and felt the steering wheel graze along her ear. The gigantic cock cylinder her mouth surrounded pulsed with new blood as Bull felt her mouth devouring his rod with one sure and steady stroke.
His cocktip touched the back of her throat and he felt her swallow, then open her esophagus to take him in. It was as if she wished to consume him whole and was accommodating the thought by extending her flesh until she did so. Being sucked off by Cindy was pure bliss, and he found it difficult to retain control of the car.
Cindy's mouth pumped up and down on his shaft more fervently now. She kept her lips between her teeth and his prick and sucked on the knob with a tickling tongue at the end of each stroke. Up and down as quickly as she could, she let her throat gurgle at the back when the tip of his prick got there and then hummed steadily.
It was a wild, eerie feeling for Bull. He was locked behind the driver's wheel by the speed of the car and forced to pay attention to the night. Cindy was making a sound somewhat like a religious mystic—Ommmmmm—and he could feel the noise tickle along with her tongue about his glands. Come, come, the sound intoned. And Bull saw no reason to hold off.
Using the steering wheel only slightly for leverage and balance, he maintained control of the car while his lower body humped up and down between the seat cushions and Cindy's busy mouth. Bull felt the hot urgings of orgasm prickle slightly into his prostate and he let his hip motions out as far as he could. Soon, he was no longer going seventy, but one hundred miles an hour. Taco could not help but remind him of that fact.
"Nevada border ... just passed ... " grunted Bull from between clenched teeth as his open eyes wanted to roll up in his head from the effort at control of the car. As if from a distance, he heard his own words and felt the shock of his hips slap Cindy's lips and he came like a counterpoint melody caught between the two while his eyes fought to turn the roller coaster road into something more maneuverable. But he did not let off the accelerator—oh no, not Bull.
As his hips rocked out spasms of the seminal fluid for Cindy's busy mouth to gulp down, he pressed harder on the pedal.
"Will you shoot your wad, and slow down a little, you fool?" Taco cried when he saw the speedometer needle glue itself on the stick at the far side of 120. Still, the car continued to pick up speed. As if she were sucking for the very bottom of his core, Cindy concentrated all the suction of her mouth at the slit on the end of his bulb.
"Torrero!" finally came Bull's nearly indecipherable reply. I meet the charging beast with a blade of pain in his neck and he dies on the spot, was the thought in Bull's mind at the time. He put everything he had, including the horn, into celebrating the passage of the blade. He came.
"Whew," Taco sighed his relief as he felt the speed of the car slowing down to a normal pace.
"Patti, did I drive like that when you and Bull were fucking?" Taco asked with a bit of derision in his voice.
"I wouldn't know," Patti replied coolly. "I was too occupied to notice, if you see what I mean."
"I must or else I would remember doing it. But of course I didn't. It's just not like me."
"What's not like you?"
"To drive that fast when Cindy was sucking my cock. That's Bull's bag, not mine."
"What's your bag?" Patti inquired provocatively as she ran her finger between the hairy buns of his ass.
Taco felt his cock grow and thought again of the scene he had been going over in his mind during the time he was driving: the picture of his brother fucking his wife in the ass on their living room floor. His meat had thickened with how erotic the sight had been as Cindy was sucking his cock. He had wanted to change places with his brother not in body, but in spirit. But he had not been able to get through to Bull at all.
Now, he imagined himself as his other brother, a third one, a combination of them both.
When Taco's hands felt the firm buns of Patti's rear entrance, his mind was inflamed with lustful thoughts. It was within his ambition to own steel factories and he imagined his brother's cock was made of pig iron, while Patti's ass was molten glass.
He felt the stretched taut tip of his shiny ellipse worm between the flowings of her muscular ass and like a living cave she clenched his pecker farther into her bowels. Taco felt Patti's asshole and the rosette seemed to flower on first contact, causing his pricktip to flatten until she relaxed and absorbed a little more of his stroke.
With steady pressure Taco was rewarded at last by feeling the tip of his cock pop into the passage.
A shrill almost fluttery gasp escaped Patti and she wriggled her ass in a circular manner. Taco felt as if his prick were being turned like a butter churn and he was the handle. Deliberately he stiffened his body up and pushed his pecker deeper. Patti groaned and answered his thrust by increasing the humps of her tempestuous ass.
Jesus! I've never seen her this far gone before, Taco thought as his wife's body seemed to be an extension of his every tiny motion. The deeper he lunged into her butt hole, the more she stiffened and seemed to glow with an aura of animal savagery. It was as if she were a leopard frozen within a moment's bubble. Her movements were intense organic things that seemed to crawl spontaneously and sensually over her resilient flesh. In her heart pounded an earth drum of gathering feeling and her lips cried silently the word, Yes. Again she shaped her lips and spoke without voice until the depth of Taco's thrust forced out the sound.
"Yes, baby, yes. Rock me, cowboy. You're in the saddle now. Oh, good—fuck me, Taco, fuck me, baby!" Her words streamed forth as she clawed the floor and felt the form of the man sock his cock to her bowels and back. She begged for more.
Wham bam, thank you, ma'am, rang singsong through Taco's mind. In and out he bashed his tool in Patti's elastic ass until he felt his orgasm building below the base of his balls. Then, pushing his cock as deeply as it would go, he attempted to leave it there and, perhaps, prolong the time before orgasm. But Patti was having none of it. Even if she knew his intent, her body was long past obeying any conscious voices and was lost in some primordial rumba of sex.
As if her body were an electric glove and capable of concentrating all of its energies to one spot on a finger, Patti's pulsing butt demanded with tiny, incredibly intense motions that Taco cum. He yielded to the pressure blindly.
Having just time to withdraw once, Taco put every ounce he could into the first blast and imagined himself like a cannon sending a ball of fire into the woman's bowels.
Taco's cum seared into Patti and she bucked from the charge of it. Clenching her ass as tightly as she could around his spasming penis, she relaxed only when she felt a new surge of semen so that Taco felt she was letting air out of him in stages, as if he were a balloon.
The feeling was incredible. Her asshole worked like a suction cup and drew him up until he exploded gobs of cum as hard as he could. Beautiful! cried his mind. He felt a great distance from the voice in his brain, though, as the shudders of pleasure jolting up from his loins wracked his scalp in waves. Tiny tingles of feeling seemed to glow at the root of each hair. He came to the edge of exhaustion and was glad to be alive.