Chapter 22: Bad moon rising
"I'm going to take your woman, and she going to like eet."
Chili had his arm around Elena's narrow waist pulling her up tight again his
body. He had been drinking tequila and had a mean look. Sweat shone on his dark
face and beaded on his drooping mustache. In the lamp light, silver rings
sparkled on his left hand which rested on his pistol butt.
Raymond glared at him from behind the bar, tempted to go for the shotgun he kept
underneath, but he knew the Mexican would kill him before he could even touch
it.
The cantina was full of cowboys and whores who suddenly dropped off their
raucous conversations and poker playing eager to see what was going to happen
next.
In the tense silence Elena made an attempt to break away from the Mexican; her
shoe soles scraped audibly on the sandy floor, but he was too strong for her.
Several of the whores gasped eagerly, their eyes glittering from cocaine and
belladonna.
"Ay, Dios mio!" she exclaimed.
"Let her go, Chili," Raymond's attempt at sterness cracked into a plea.
"No, amigo. She going to know what eet like to have a real man and not some
fucking creepple."
Chili laughed and drew the back of his left hand lightly down her cheek and
kissed her crudely on the neck.
"Ah, you going to like eet mucho, senora."
He picked a bottle of tequila off the bar and began walking, half dragging her
toward the antepuerta at the back of the cantina.
Seeing his chance, Raymond reached for his shotgun.
"No I would do that, hombre," Jorge Mendoza shouted from one of the nearby
tables pointing a cocked pistol at him.
"Es un vero amigo."
Luis went to the bar and withdrew the shotgun, his gold teeth glittering as he
held it up over his head smiling broadly. Raymond slumped down on his stool and
buried his face in his hands as Chili dragged his pretty wife behind the
curtain, her soles scraping the floor.
A guitar began to play, followed by the sounds of silver coins jingling on the
poker tables, jumbled conversations and the slutty laughter of whores.
Behind the curtained doorway was a small living area with a feather bed off to
the left and a kitchen area to the right. Chili threw her roughly onto the bed.
"Por Dios, do not do this thing, senor, por favor. Tengo un esposo."
"Callate, puta! Te voy a joder!"
"Please, senor, no, por favor."
Chili staggered, took a long pull from the bottle and fluttered his hand
impatiently about the buttons of his shirt in an unspoken order for her to
strip.
She stared at him and slowly closed her eyes letting her head drop. Hesitantly
her hands moved up to the neck of her blouse and she began unbuttoning it.
Chili watched her through bleary eyes, licking his lips. A noticeable bulge
appeared in his pants as Elena's garments began to fall off. He moved closer
caressing her hair where it curled in fine wisps around her ear.
When she was naked Chili held the bottle out to her. She took it from him and
held it in her lap staring at it as if it were filled with poison. She sighed
softly causing her firm, round breasts to rise then fall. She lifted the bottle
to her lips and drank. When she tried to lower it, Chili placed his hand on the
base forcing her to drink more.
"Please, senor," she sputtered, spilling tequila down her chin. "Eet ees too
strong."
"Strong ees good. When I get through with you your esposo will never be able to
satisfy you again. Compared to me that fucking creepple will be like weak piss
to that tequila."
Chili grabbed her by the hair and forced the bottle back into her mouth.
"Drink, bitch! Puta whore! Or I, Chili, will hurt you badly!"
He watched with satisfaction the delicate flutter of her throat in her slender
neck and listened to the gurgling sounds as the burning liquid filled her belly
and brought tears to her dark eyes.
When he judged she'd had enough he took the bottle from her and took another
swig for himself.
Chili set the bottle on a small table and stroked the tender skin just
underneath her ear lobe at the hinge of the jaw-bone.
"You know, senora, you can enjoy eet. No one will know but us."
He stroked his fingertips lightly down the jaw line.
"You have a nice body. You should fuck many men and not waste eet."
Elena avoided his eyes by lowering her head. A shivered coursed through her
body.
"You like that, mi carita, I can tell, no?"
He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dark cock; he placed his hand under
her chin drawing her face up. He nudged the head against her lips insistently.
"Ah, senora, but you're going to have to suck eet eef you going to make eet
hard."
Chili took her small, soft hand and placed it around his cock.
Her mouth was warm and moist. He placed his hands on the sides of her face and,
arching his back, forced her head back and forth.
"Asi."
He dropped his hands; she continued sucking, her hand gripped tightly around the
base of his cock.
"Si, si. Mas rapido."
Her head moved faster. She made wet, slurping sounds.
Chili's cock stiffened until it filled her small mouth, stretching her rounded
lips as far as they would go. Spittle ran from the corners and dripped on her
tan breasts. Her brown eyes searched his face as if for approval or instruction
and widened with surprise as Chili filled her mouth with thick, squirting loads
of cum. She couldn't swallow it fast enough. Creamy strands ran from her
nostrils.
Chili withdrew his organ from her mouth, but instead of shrinking it became even
more erect and swollen. For Chili was one of those men who are sexual unambited.
He wiped his dick off in her hair.
"And now, carita, I am going to taste your body all over."
Saying this he dropped to his knees before her and pulled her close. He kissed
her hard on the mouth tasting cum and sweet juices. The cloying taste made him
dizzy with lust. She tried to break free, but he held her tight and forced his
tongue deep into her mouth while running his hands down her nubile body. When
his hands came to her breasts he heard her gasp softly.
"Now you know, senora. Chili going to make you hotter than a pistola."
He lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and sucked until he could feel it
harden between his lips. Then the other. The breasts, already firm and full,
became more so. Her body arched against him wantonly. Her fingers locked in his
hair and pulled his head hard against her breasts almost smothering him.
He shoved her so that she lay back on the bed, her feet remaining on the floor,
and spread her legs. Her pussy hairs were a silky, reddish-brown. The swollen
lips were slightly parted showing a pink interior. He gazed up to the clit and
flicked it lightly and rapidly with the tip of his finger until it peeked from
its fleshy sheath.
He could hear her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body jerked involuntarily
with his every touch. He thrust his finger in her pussy and her muscles gripped
it tightly. She grew wet. Pussy juice beaded the hairs like morning dew.
He put his mouth on her clit, sucking and biting. She went wild, beating her
hands against the mattress and jerking her head from side to side.
"Ooh, por Dios!" she cried. Yo voy a morir! Dios, perdoneme!"
Chili straightened and moved forward until his cock was throbbing against her
pussy. Her hips began writhing wildly as he stabbed his cock in her. It was like
riding a bucking bronco. He rammed into her hard and fast, their flesh slapping
in a hard staccato.
"Take all of Chili, beetch! I going to fill your cunt! Take eet! Ugh!
T-a-k-e-e-e-t! Aaaah!"
As he came in her, their naked bodies humped and ground in wild, uncontrollable
ecstasy.
"Chingeme! Fuck me!" Elena cried, sobbing.
When it was over Chili wiped his dick on her belly and began laughing.
