Chas told her he was from New York. He talked about his family, his schooling, the fact he had been in the army since October, and at Fort Bliss since early January.
She told him she was nineteen. She and Linda had lost their parents in a bus accident four years earlier, and Linda had gone into “the business” to support them. Linda made more in one night than Gabriela made in a week working for an import/export company that specialized in trade with U.S. companies. Her work explained the quality of her language abilities.
Finishing their meal, Gabriela cleared and cleaned the kitchen while he watched, fascinated by her elegance and practiced skills.
“I’m feeling better now,” he said as she finished. “My head still hurts and I’m sore, but I should be getting to my hotel, My buddies will be wondering where I am.”
Gabriela looked disappointed and said, “We were expecting you to stay tonight and go back tomorrow. Linda said she wanted to see you again before yo
u left. Besides, I want you to stay.”
She walked to him, took his hands, looked into his eyes, and said in a low, husky voice, “I’d like to know you better. I told Linda, when you were brought here, that you were the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Ever since we pleasured you this morning, I’ve been hoping for more.”
They kissed. His desire surprised him and he was aware of her warm, firm, but soft body. Her scent was a mixture of food, soap, shampoo, and body odors. Her lips were soft and pliable and tasted of lentil soup. Their embrace lasted a long time and their hands roamed freely over each other’s backs. She responded to his gentle, rubbing touch with shivers of delight and he discovered her bra strap.
Excited, he pulled her into his protruding erection and massaged her buns vigorously. She responded by grinding her pelvis into him. They kissed passionately. He forced his tongue into her mouth, savoring the sweetness of her breath and the texture of her tongue. Expertly, he unfastened her bra, picked her up, and carried her toward the bedroom. She redirected him to her room, not Linda’s.
Entering the room, his heart was pounding, his breathing was labored, his hands were sweating, and his penis was leaking. Standing her on the floor in the dimly lit room, he slipped her out of her clothes, then stood back and reveled in her beauty and her bounty. She smiled as he stared, and stood holding her hands folded in front of her pubis while he removed his clothes.
“I’ve dreamed about you since I was a little girl. I’ve always seen a tall, dark, handsome stranger making love to me. Since I’ve been a teenager, I’ve been waiting for that man and it’s you. I want to please you because I know you’ll please me.”
He sat her on the bed and knelt between her legs. Tilting his face toward hers, they kissed, their lips and tongues aflame. He massaged her shoulders and the rounded edges of her breasts. Leaning back, he rubbed his hands lightly over her neck, chest, and the top of her breasts. She sighed and pulled her shoulders back to push her trophies toward him. They were the color of milk chocolate with dark, upright nipples surrounded by lighter-colored areolas. His mouth watered. He used his tongue to wash over and around her breasts and nipples. He took one gently into his mouth. Sucking and licking, he savored her sweetness. With one hand, he rolled the other breast in all directions. His pulse quickened as she quietly groaned. He changed sides and treated her teat like royalty with increasing ardor.
Running his tongue down the valley between her peaks, he stopped when he reached her pubic hair. Spreading her legs wider with his head, he nuzzled her wiry, soft fuzz and the lips of her vulva until they were soaked. His tongue circled her opening, then moved inside probing for her clit. Like a snake meticulously looking for prey, he rooted until finding her miniature penis. She gasped.
No longer a random search but now a focused longing, his broad tongue captured her essence with a frenzied embrace. She grabbed his hair, arched her back, and almost stood as she reacted to the rapierlike dashing and darting of his clapper around her organ. Her vaginal fluids increased and her body shuddered as she succumbed to his ceaseless stimulations with a deep moan.
“Stop, stop, please stop,” she cried, pulling his face from her. “That was wonderful.”
Standing, he moved her body until her head hung over the edge of the bed. He rubbed his dribbling penis over her sensuous lips, and pushed forward until her mouth opened and engulfed him. He groaned at the pleasure and gazed at her hooters as they hung downward in an unusual but inviting position. Using his hands, he manipulated, rolled, pushed, and pulled them, attempting to calm the itching of his palms. Bending to one side, he took one breast into his mouth, sucking, licking, and running his tongue over and around her nipple. At the same time, he gently moved his penis within her fervent mouth and enjoyed the sensations shooting through his body.
He moved to her other breast and treated it adoringly, lovingly, reverently, and with increasing passion. The multiple stimulations were incredible and he focused on the strain in his legs and back to forestall his pending ejaculation. Standing and pulling himself from her, he marveled at the beauty of her body and the growing fire in his loins.
Returning to her breasts, his hands manipulated and marveled at their softness and smoothness. His desire to become one with her was overwhelming, and her positive, audible, visible responses to his caresses drove him on. Dropping to his elbows and forearms to protect her body from his weight, he nudged her legs apart and his mouth eagerly sought her sexual interior. His tongue went straight to her clit and she moaned unceasingly as he ravaged her. She grabbed him by the ass and pulled him toward her, but stopped short of taking him into her mouth because her body experienced a series of convulsions, and she screamed in pleasure.
“I’m ready! I’m ready! Give it to me! Give it to me!” she begged.
Chas spun her like a top and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She appeared shocked, with tight lips and a stunned look in her eyes. He spread her legs, lifted them to his shoulders, and then inch-by-inch penetrated her until he could go no deeper. She swooned when his penis contacted her core.
“Stroke me! Stroke me!” she said, urging him on.
The walls of her canal enclosed his probe and squeezed tight. Stooping and holding her by the hips, he thrust slowly and incrementally increased his speed. Gabriela groaned with each shove and her moaning never stopped. He pumped faster and harder. Her constant cry, the grimace on her face, and the swaying of her breasts in rhythm with their movements energized him. Physically and emotionally, he was approaching his limit.
In a crescendo of pleasure, she raised her pelvis to meet his thrust and sobbed, “Now! Now! Now! I want it now!”
He continued until, with one last shove, he released his pent-up passion in a series of spasms. He flooded her fissure with fluid and emitted a howl from deep within his being. The flow was indescribable ecstasy. He pulled her closer because he wasn’t ready to leave the comfort of her body.
After a long time being entombed, he fell to the bed and they cuddled, indulging in the afterglow of mutual satisfaction. They fell asleep, entwined in each other’s arms.
It was six A.M. Linda had had a long, busy night, more tricks and pricks than she could remember. She was sore and tired but anxious to see Chas again. Strange that neither he nor Gabriela were in the living room. She looked in her bedroom but they weren’t there. Maybe he left to return to the States, she thought. Looking down the hall, she saw a light in Gabriella’s room. Quietly opening the door, she looked in. Startled, she stepped back, then silently, in her bare feet, strode to the side of the bed. Gabriela, with a smile on her face, lay naked, her head pillowed on Chas’s arm. Her shapely derriere was tucked into his crotch like part of a jigsaw puzzle and his left hand cupped her breast as a basket holds a melon. Chas’s handsome face was buried in Gabriela’s mane of black hair and the lean muscles of his body were articulated by the shadows cast by the muted light.
Looking at them, she was disappointed and angry. Disappointed because she craved his gorgeous body and penile skills. Angry because he had despoiled her sister. Disappointed because she remembered his large dick impaling her on the cot at San Miguel’s, holding her in place and bringing her to an unwanted, unwelcome, unexpected but incredible orgasm. Angry because she could understand why a guy the caliber of Chas wouldn’t want a puta when he could have a young girl like Gabriela. Disappointed because she remembered the unexpected, exhilarating thrill of the desired orgasm he had brought her with his throbbing cock and succulent mouth. Angry because her sister, who she loved more than anyone in the world, had stolen him from her. Disappointed because she had plotted to have him waylaid and taken to her home. Angry because her plan had not worked as she wanted.
With tears in her eyes, she backed from the room, silently and solemnly. Through a mist she gazed at the serenity of the lovers and the beauty of their entangled bodies. Thinking sadly, she would always remember his looks, his talent, and his first words: “Are you available?”
Borderline
Kim Rose