Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2010 06:03:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: islandalleykat@yahoo.com
Subject: Dinner Date With A Twist IV

Dinner Date IV by Boone St James

Basillio sat quietly, drinking his coke (probably wishing for a beer or
six) while Rich and I talked decorating, Andrew went in the house and Zion
curled up on the lounge pad that had, a few minutes ago cushioned hands and
knees as men and beast did what it is that we do when we are very good at
being bad.  As gracefully, and quickly, as possible I wrapped the charade
and Basillio and I went back to my house, wondering how we were going to
move beyond this very awkward situation.  At least,I was wondering that.
That "worry" vanished very fast.

"I only see dog fock a woman before," he said.  "That was funny to me, but
more exciting than a burrow. I'm sorry I just walk in, I not know what to
do."  I told him not to worry about it and that I was sorry if it upset
him.  "Oh no," he said, "I know you do sex with men, but the big dog was a
surprise."  I told him that while we are on the subject of sex, as his wife
and family are in Mexico, if he ever needs a good blow job before or on
payday, that I would be most happy to take care of him as I find him very
sexy; that he is almost as sexy as he is a damn good worker.

After that, when he was working, I noticed the t-shirt came off more often
and a knowing smile usually followed, along with a bulge in his tight jeans
that was most inviting.  Being a conscientious boss, I told him that
Tuesday paydays would also be Cuervo days in the pool house and he could
have a swim in the pool if he liked.  When the next Tuesday rolled around,
Basillio came by after, instead of before 4:30, and once his week's pay was
pocketed, he walked to the refrigerator and got a beer.  After the second
one had cooled his hot bod, he took off his clothes and went into the pool,
hard and necked.  When he finally got out of the pool, I had the outdoor
shower running and with a towel wrapped around my 33" waist, I sipped on a
rum and coke while he washed his body and prepared it for the sex that was
damn sure going to happen.

As he turned off the water in the shower, I walked over with a big white
towel and began to pat his muscular brown body to dry it and to enlarge the
object of my attention before getting down on my knees and swallowing all
eight inches of his dick with a big purple head and listening to a language
of lust that I could not understand, but felt confident that the
interpretation was high approval and the threat of the most welcomed rape
of my lust-filled life up to that point.  I love it when I'm right!  Two
more Cuervo's and beautiful Basillio was really speaking the Spanish in a
guttural and lust-full voice while playing with my ass -- poking one, two,
three fingers up inside me and announcing in a very sexxxy voice, "I'm
gonna' fouck you better than that big bad dog."  I told him that once he
did, that he had better be ready to do it again and again, because that's
the way it would be for us from that moment on: "Fuck me amigo, quiero que
en este momento."  Before very long, cum was coming out of and into more
places than I had witnessed in many an orgy of six to twenty.  I was
Basillio's bitch from that moment on.

One day, after we had taken some merchandise to Rich and Andrew's house, I
noticed that Zion and Basillio were both eyeing each other and me.  It was
a different and arousing feeling that I liked very much; two animals and
one bitch.  Was there going to be a bloody battle for my nasty self or not?
I knew that Rich and Andrew had gone out of town for the weekend, and it
was now 1:18pm on Monday.  What the hell, the more the merrier -- bring it
on (!!), let the games begin!  I took off my clothes and went into the
pool.  Zion began to run around the pool barking and trying to call me out
for some breeding, while Basillio got undressed and (I think) told me to
get out of the water because my beautiful ass needed fucking: "Salga del
agua. Su asno necesita un joder bueno. Salga ahora".  At least that's the
way I heard it, and of course I quickly did as my hombre commanded.

As I got out of the pool, with a grateful hard on, Zion got to me very
quickly, but Basillio pulled him away and began playing with me.  Because I
was loving the competition, I yelled "Zion no"!  "Lick".  Then I felt a hot
Mexican mouth devour mine and a tongue down my throat and up my ass/on my
dick, almost at the same time.  It was a sexual free-for-all for awhile as
Z & B were vying for the first piece of hot ass of the day.  Zion was too
ditsy for the smooth and hot Mexican and his hot, purple headed chili
pepper dick was in me and I have never been as superbly mauled in my entire
life.  Before my hot Latin lover's equally hot cum erupted inside my
bouncing ass, he pulled out and shot all over my back.  Immediately, Zion
was on me and inside me, pounding my ass with his already over-blown dog
dick and licking Basillio's hot cum off my back.

When the breeding knot popped, it seemed bigger than ever, and I let out a
yell.  Zion rotated behind me and once we were ass to ass, his extra hot
cum began to erupt inside my belly and I thought for sure that I would
explode from the passion, the lust and the eruption inside me.  Once I was
unshackled from Zion's big dog dick, Basillio and I went into the pool to
cool off.  Then, we lay in the pavilion and made out until Rich and Andrew
came home, served us drinks, fixed us dinner and made us promise to come
over on Sunday for a pool party.  After we left, Basillio told me some of
his amigo's were getting together Saturday night for beer and he would like
for me to join them.  He said he would pick me up around 5pm.  What the
hell, I thought, "okay," I told him.  I was ready for anything.

He got to my house about 4:40 and had on a tight t-shirt that showed some
of his full and tight stomach.  He was already packin' a load in his jeans
and the anticipation of what might lie ahead for me that night had me fully
aroused and my senses and nerves doing a drunk bitch dance through-out my
eager and excited queer gringo body.  There was a big beer cooler in the
back of his black Ford F150, and a hot Mexican station on the radio.  We
drove outside of town on a farm road that was about a mile off of, but
running along the beach.  We pulled off the road, toward a house that had
three pickup trucks parked out front and six to eight Mexican men of
various ages out front.  I was wearing a pair of worn jeans with holes in
the knees and ass.  My white shirt was open to my belly button and I had
had enough to drink at home to insure that I was happy and not at all
nervous.

I understood almost none of the talk, but quickly got their drift.
Basillio stayed right by me and kept his arm around my neck or waist. No
doubt, all his amigos knew I was his gringo bitch, and they loved knowing
that.  I've never been so smiled at and touched and talked about in my
queer and prolific life.  As the beer flowed and the truck radios blared
loud music, a couple of very pretty senioritis started bringing food out of
the house: Tamales,peppers and other things I could not identify, but it
all sure tasted good.

Not far from the house, there was a barn, and I could see that people were
starting to gravitate in that direction.  Other senioritis came out of the
house and started taking the fool containers away, but when they had
cleaned it all up, they got in a car and left.  Then it was just us guys
(hombres) and three senoritas.  At the barn, where Basillio led me with our
cooler in tow, there was a black and gray miniature horse, three pigs and
the biggest, ugliest short haired, gray, tan, black and white dog I had
ever seen.  Nobody could say for sure, but Basillio thought the big dog was
a combo of Rottweiler, Lab, German Sheppard and/or pit bull.  There was a
can of something on a shelf that did not smell at all good to me upon close
inspection.  To me it looked and smelled like a combination of Korean
kimshi, yellow lard and axel grease.  In the far end of the barn, there was
an outdoor shower with three shower heads.  One of them had a long flexible
whose on it with a big enema-type tit on it.  There was also a clear
plastic box with pills in it.  "You're going to take care of me" I said to
Basillio.  "You know I am."  "Give me another beer."

Okay, gather around.  Get yourself a beer and listen up.  By now, everyone
had at least had a lot of beer and was feeling every one of them.  The
music was loud (too loud), the dialogue louder and big sex was on
everyone's mind.  The senoritas were now really under the influence; I
think they had all been slipped a "date rape" pill by the way they looked
and responded to the men who were all over them.  I also noticed (felt)
that when the conversation was about me, the smiles and sweaty hands were
also on me.  No, I didn`t mind at all. Staying, once I knew how this
gathering would end up, was my acceptance, in advance, of a hoy el sexo
está acerca del hombre blanco que adora arriba el asno: Today the sex is
about the white guy who loves it up the ass.

The senoritas were now necked and their soft, young brown skin was almost a
temptation to me.  Almost, but I couldn't ruin a perfect record for
detouring "Lord Byron" (that's the name I gave my dick when Andrew told me
earlier that he named his "Elvis."  At any rate, I couldn't ruin a perfect
record for detouring around every vagina that came my/our way.  At one
point, I took Basillio's purple-headed pole in my hand and before guiding
it into my mouth, I told him that we would call it "El Diablo".  In the
meantime, the joyful men took turns fucking these lovely young women and
having them suck their responsive, no translation needed, dicks of various
sizes.  I did suck on some big, full breasts while Basillio, now necked, as
most of the other men were, played with my excited fuck-chute, with his
fingers and then ramming a greased "El Diablo" inside me with drunken,
"this is my bitch" pride.

I did help the ladies out by taking a few loads of hot Mexican cum down my
throat and into my well fed tummy.  I did not, however, give anyone that
day a toothless dick massage as I was quite aware that I would most likely
lose my pearly whites in such an orgy of sweat, beer and Mexican macho
fun/fun/fun.  I knew that the only human fucking that I was interested in
was from my handsome and hung employee/lover; remembering how the first
time he drew his big flesh sword on me, it was like greased lightening was
entering my inner space to electrify me in the now and promising to do the
same tomorrow, as passion ran off with hesitation, if such an emotion ever
existed in me, and quickly blindsided expectation with titillation.  His
soft and commanding touch has words that almost scare -- always excite, the
no-longer-in-charge me.  Today, I was not only his, but his to share, any
way he chose to do so.  The acceptance of, and expectation of what was yet
to come my way, put a permanent smile on my face, a rigidness in "Lord
Byron" from total turn-on, laced with the effects of a pill from the box,
that had been put in my mouth and washed down with Cuervo early-on, plus
the distinction of being the only out male bitch in this lustful bunch of
sex-craving amigos.  "Hola"!  "Ah, si"!!  "Oooh".

It now seemed that Basillio and I were in the center ring and everyone was
cheering us on.  El Diablo was now pounding in Lord Byron's back door, and
the delicious rabble were cheering him on.  As he pulled out of me and shot
cum all over my joyful buns, someone walked around us with that big bad dog
on a rope.  A colorful Mexican blanket was tossed on the ground in front of
me, I got down on all fours like a good bitch while my man walked over to
that can of awful smelling gunk and removed some with two of his
fingers. He then placed those two fingers in my ass and massaged the inside
with them, slowly ominously and took the big dog's rope from the other man
and kept circling his, now their, bitch.  The big animal picked up the
scent and once that happened, Basillio removed the rope and let him circle
me on his own.  I swear his now fully extended animal dick was bigger than
Zion's or Samson's, and getting longer as he circled. Basillio brought over
a big black leather coat and told me to put it on.  As soon as this
protective cover was on my back, "Joda perro" landed on my back with a
blunt force that almost flattened me, and probably would have if I had not
prepared myself for this attack.  Holy "joda", this bastard "perro" was the
biggest and heaviest rapist I had ever taken on.  Basillio made sure that
that monster dick went inside me right away ("holy shit"!!!) and that big
Tex-Mex animal was pounding me into a new lifetime.

When his knot exploded deep inside me, I thought I was going to explode.
This animal didn't twist around behind me right away, but kept ramming that
big ball inside me, up and down until I let out a yell that would have
gotten Tarzan's attention.  Then he twisted on me and erupted a tsunami of
hot cum into my burning asshole.  I haven't heard that much cheering at a
Super Bowl game as I did while this "joda perro" was setting me up to
deliver one hell of a big litter.  While we were locked together, that
little black pony/horse was walking around us with a big-horse dick fully
extended and almost touching the ground.

As soon as old "Perro" pulled out of me, Basillio got me onto my feet and
led me over to a rail.  He told me to put my hands onto the rail, bend over
with my stretched hole, dripping with cum and still smelling with that
animal aphrodisiac siren's call to "fuck this bitch", pointing up, legs
braced for an assisted pony-up monster insertion.  Something I had seen in
Tijuana on a fun college-days border crossing, but certainly never
experienced.  As that big head was pressed inside me by "el caballo" and
his handlers, the action and smell of a man/bitchin' filly/in heat and the
feel of the moment got this horsie really excited and my insides quickly
got a feel for what fisting on steroids would probably feel like, only
longer and smoother.  I expected that big horse dick to exit my mouth after
working its way through my willing and worn body.  My latin lover told me
to "pull away" if I felt it was too much, but I've never been one to pull
away from a fucking orgy, and wasn't about to start with this Animal Farm
version.  When that load of cum finally exploded inside me, the amount
literally blew me forward and my body was covered with a horse-cum-coating
that brought Joda Perro's tongue to my cleanup process and finally the
tongues of the rabble.  Basillio came to my rescue and took me into the
shower.  Then, a big man called Alberto began applying some kind of salve
into my asshole, using his gently moving dick to massage it deep inside me.
While he was doing this, I heard shouting and squealing from the pig pen.
Basillio picked me up and carried me over so I could watch the drunken
hombres down in the mud with those big hogs as noses and big pig dicks
probed those undocumented assholes and sucked on the Mexican dicks like
piglets starved for their mommas milk.  Wow, what a finale to the wildest
day in my sex-life to date.  Doo-dah!

I'm going to fill a tub of very hot water with Epson Salts and soak while
you let me know how this latest episode of gluttony was digested by you, at
islandalleykat@yahoo.com.  Sorry, I'm too worn out to check for spelling and
typos before sending this to you.  Man that was fun and wonderfully nasty!
Imagination?  Real?  You decide.  I won't say, but the sits-bath feels
great!