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If you are less than 18 years old or are offended by erotic material
do not read this.
Released into the plublic domain
Border Town Debbie (Part 1)
The memories of my sexual past leave me with lot of heady
sensations - sexy, desired, and appreciated as a woman. But
sometimes I feel vulnerable, used, and then kept in an adulterous
lifestyle. Maybe if at least part of my story is told, I would
handle living in this male dominated, double standard world.( and
the emotional hell women are put through if they seek the same
sexual satisfaction as men! )
My name is Debbie and my husband's name is Mitch( neither
our real names) . We were both born and raised in a small
American border town along the Rio Grande River in west Texas. We
are good old fashion American citizens who can either talk with a
southern drawl or instantly switch to fluent Spanish. It really
helps to know both languages when bargaining across the border in
Mexico.
Mexico is a place where men can exercise their double
standards to the maximum. Believe me, Mexican men are not alone-
lots of anglos cross the Rio Grande into Mexico and do the same
things!
My story starts when I met Mitch. I eventually married him
because he's bright, from the same town, and graduated from the
same University ( Hook'm Horns! ). I got real serious with him in
college.
Yes, I did go out with other boys when I was younger, but my
dearly departed father was very domineering and stopped me from
being wild.
Well, when I went off to college, I dated men but they all
soon lost interest because I could only muster a few glancing
kisses and hand jobs.
I was about to graduate and wanted to catch a husband before
all the good ones were married off. So after a couple of dates
and after drinking about a half a bottle of liquor, I finally
"put out" for Mitch,. I don't know what really happened but Mitch
did make love in Spanish, which is a real turn on.
He knew exactly what to do.
Mitch is not a bragger in front of me. But I did over hear
him say to his student buddies about being a consummate lover
because of the great training his favorite "puta"(Spanish for
whore) is giving him. When I heard that, I was Mad! Its okay for
men to fool around, But let a woman look for fun with more than
one guy - she'll be called a puta and be shunned by the whole
damn town! I bought up the overheard conversation but he said it
was only macho talk.
What did Mitch like about me? He said I was an elegant,
statuesque woman. I must agree. I'm tall, 5'7" (the Spanish in
me), light brown (the Mexican Indian part of me), but if out in
the sun too long I become almost black, and have a nice, 36-24-
38 figure (Yes, I do have big rear end). I have waist length
black hair which I pulled back with a headband in my dating days
with Mitch. The reason for the headband in a moment.
Before marriage, sex with Mitch was ok, he was soft and
tender. he taught me how to give head to get him off but I would
gag attempting to take his six inch length. He would beg to see
his hot jisam shoot straight into my dolled up brown face and
then watch it slowly droll from my open , dark red lips.
The reason for the headband? Because the one time I did not
wear it created an incident which left my mother in tears, and
changed my sexual habits forever. The story follows:
While we were back in our home town during spring break,
some of Mitch’s cum got on my hair but I didn't notice it. At
home, my very religious and outspoken mother saw it and started a
15 minute tirade about "she knows what's going on between Mitch
and I, by coming home very late, liquor on my breath ,my clothes
missing buttons and stained, but now you come home with bull
semen in your hair ( when she says the phase in Spanish, it
sounds down right filthy ), you might as well quit college and
earn money being a puta in boy's town across the river!"
She warned I had better marry Mitch immediately, because if
I'm running around with cum in my hair no respectable man will
marry me - the only men allowing themselves to be seen with me
would be old, fat drunks who just want a blow job, or divorced
macho men who would fuck you hard to have their bastard babies!
She was incensed! I never heard such language from her
before.
I fled in tears to the bathroom. Then with the door locked,
I was determined to put my mother through the same emotional
hell.
I stripped off my clothes, put on extra heavy makeup to give
me that wanton look , climbed on top the counter opposite the
large mirror and sat there looking at, and then playing with
myself, legs wide open. I let my imagination run wild, I went
loco.
Si, mother! You are right. I am a real whore, puta, slut! I
loved every minute of it. The bastard who fucked your juicy,
Mexican daughter into a cock hungry slut was big, bad, Baba.
MOM, He's an Ex con. He was in jail for pimping. I fell for his
rock hard, tattooed body. His bull size cock and plum size balls
would pound my cunt all night long , flooding me with his hot
bull semen.
MOM! I loved him , I whored for him. He trained me to use my
mouth and cunt as I never have before and I still couldn't keep
him satisfied!
Mom! are you listening! But at least now I can deep throat
foot long cocks , trap men in my cunt until their cocks and
wallets are drained. Making any man my slave with the way I can
milk dick with my mouth. Yeah, his bull dick never left the
inside of his brown whore until I was thoroughly fucked and
trained .
Mom! For a whole week, I skipped classes to fuck and suck
him and his two other "teacher friends" from prison. They
couldn't have enough of me. In fact, sometimes I took on all
three of them! That’s why I got so slim- I existed on cum!
But that's not all your whoring daughter did. I was begging
for more! ( on the other side of the bathroom door, my mother was
gasping in disbelief ) He invited me to a football bash. Except I
was the bash!
Mom, you know why I came home with my hair cut short? To
hide the fact I had my long hair beaded for the party. Let me
tell you I looked more like Baba's lover with a suntan so deep,
than any of his other bitches. And mom, with the things I could
can do with my wickedly trained tongue and mouth, men would never
get to my pussy!
Mom! There is more! Baba took me to the best dress shop in
San Antonio and got me into the best cock teasing outfit:
Lavender spiked heels with matching thigh high leather skirt and
a peek a-boo bra to have my dark red tits on display through a
see-through blouse. Mom I knew that my long, brown naked legs
would have men begging for my pussy.
No panties mom, no panties! Bo said they would only get in
the way!
You know what Mom? My bull lover has turned your golden
daughter into an actual whore!
Mom, I had 25 Real studs in 3 hours! Bo was such a bastard
through. he charged each jock to have me but only gave me the
whoring clothes he bought for me.
Si, MOM! Your right, I am a Puta!
After screaming all of that out, I heard nothing but distant
sobbing. I put on a robe and dashed out to see my mother in tears
on the sofa. We cried together for what seemed like hours
recalling how she was raised in a very strict home and was
emotionally bent by the macho mentality of once a man claims his
woman she is forbidden to see other men. If she does, the woman
becomes branded for life. she didn't want me to become branded.
I told her I still loved her, what she heard was not true
and don't worry about me being branded. Oh, How mature I sounded
at 21, re-assuring my mother that night.
My first rebellion against the double standard happened late
in my senior year of college.
Let me tell you what happened the night of the college
formal. I wore an above the knee black leather skirt( a classy
girl wouldn't wear anything higher ), sheer hose, and black high
heels to accentuate my height. With heels, I am an inch taller
than Mitch. My top was an elegant, black tube top with a string
neck strap with just a hint of mid-riff showing. My face was a
knockout! It started with my almost waist length black hair,
Pulled back tight from my face with a black headband. My lips and
nails a nice shade of red with lots of midnight blue eye shadow.
My high cheek bones were accented with deep red rouge.
At this event, I re-discovered Mitch didn't like dancing.
That's a real let down because all latina women love to dance!
Well, here I was sitting with Mitch, incessantly begging him
to dance and finally he just walks away to talk to his buddies.
It didn't take anytime at all to be spotted alone . At first
I said no to everyone, proving to Mitch I loved him. But then I
saw him having a good time with his buddies. That was it! I
disappeared into the bar area and ordered a stiff drink- and then
another.
I saw a tall, dark figure pass and then return. I wanted to
ignore him, but when I looked up I recognized Wes. His full name
was Miguel Weston Jones of Panamanian descent. He was a tall, 6'
2'' hunk of a man with a bushy afro. His muscular physique showed
through his tux. "What's a stunning lady like you being alone
here - why it's a real sin", he said.
I thanked him for the compliment. He sat down next to me and
in no time had me in a much better mood. The bar stools were
getting hard and he suggested we move to a far corner table,
which I readily agreed. As we were moving into the padded seats,
Wes was so tall his head hit the low hung light over our table,
causing the light go out and the area to get dimly light.
He joked, saying he should be always wearing his football
helmet. But with him now seating right next to me, I said his
well kept hair should not be hidden, and that I liked it allot.
With that remark, I ran both of my hands slowly through his hair.
What a thrill to feel his hair! It felt tough and strong - just
how I was imaging the rest of his body would be. With my hands
almost to the back of his neck I just let the rest of my body
continue to move forward and my lips pressed against his. My
hands moved to feel his big chest and his solid groin. I released
his mouth and just breathed slowly in his ear. He whispered
seeing and admiring me all night, and then we exchanged wonderful
butterfly kisses with our tongues.
He stroked my sides with his massive hands, making my tongue
probe deeper. Wes then started his hands tweaking and massaging
my nipples from the outside of my tube top. Then with one expert
move reached under and pulled the top up and over my breasts,
exposing both of them for his sampling. His mouth quickly moved
there with his tongue and his sloppy wet lips giving me little
Os'. His giant, roving hands were gently stroking my knees and
thighs causing my massaged thighs to open for his plundering.
Juices were flowing. With all this going on, I was sliding half
way down my seat exposing sheer, black nylon tops. Even in my
stupor, I saw his eyes fixated with the sight of the black tops,
red grater belt, lush brown skin, and smell of my animal driven
juices coming from the hot box between my legs. While his mouth
was roaming my upper body , one of his hands began inching its
way to my love channel -pushing my skirt even higher. On an
impulse, I groped for his groin and found something huge. It must
have been twice Mitch's length and fatter.
He said in a low, deep voice he was proud of his tool but he has
seen a couple of white boys with bigger ones. That tone of voice
and the thought of so many huge cocks instantly gave me a shudder
throughout my body. As his fingers were following my wetness, he
deftly pushed aside my panties with one finger, and he gently,
but firmly plunged his middle finger into my eager cunt. I was
squirming with delight. With his deep soul kisses and rhythmic
fingering, I was in rapture.
But what a sight! I went to the Formal, thinking I was the most
chic woman there - now, I had my tits, legs, and cunt exposed to
the world, with some football jock finger-fucking me!
Could a real whore look any better?
At that point, the music stopped, creating instant sobriety -
knowing Mitch would be looking for me. I pushed Wes off telling
him that I was about to be engaged and left him there. On the way
back the bartender called me over. He was an older, classicly
handsome, Macho looking man with tall, dark features, slightly
pocked marked face, and a couple of gold teeth. Just the type of
man my mother warned me about! He remarked that nobody had seen
what was going on back there but also he wanted my phone number
because his hands wanted to make love to my beautiful behind!
With that last remark, the juicy feeling down there, and
Wes's bites and salvia still tingling and wetting the private
parts of my brown body, my college educated brain was calling me
a dirty, cock teasing slut.
At that instant, I didn't give a damn, I wanted more.
I found Mitch and he attempted to makeup for wandering off
by dancing a couple of slow ones with me. However, out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Wes and the bartender talking together
and eyeing me. Then I saw a tall blond walk up to the bartender
and kiss him( Blondes are suckers for Latin men ). Wes continued
to look at me. I wondered if I was keeping his tool hard with the
sight of my dress still higher than what it should be and my
aroused nipples poking my tube top. Is the aroma of my love cunt,
still fresh on his fingers, driving him crazy?
Mitch's "friends" came over and badgered him about having a
final round of drinks with the boys "across". What could I do?
What should I do? If I said no, his friends would call him a
wimp. He just left, saying he'll make up for it next weekend.
There I was, the best looking woman there! I turned round to look
for Wes and he was already at my side. He offered to extend my
evening by joining the bartender, Juan, with his girlfriend,
Tish. I gave Wes a nod and a wink as we walked back to the bar.
Juan was about 48 and lived across the Rio Grande in Mexico
and knew the best dance places there. Tish was about 35, tall
with a broad rear, and looked as if she had been around a couple
times. She still looked good with her short skirt, shoulder
length blond hair and breasts which were too big for her blouse.
Since Mitch was going to be in the nearby Mexican town, I
suggested we go to the other Mexican border town about 60 miles
away. Juan and Wes laughed and I blushed - Tish, had a puzzled
look on her face. The name of the Mexican town, when translated,
means "black rocks". Since Tish didn't understand any Spanish,
Juan had to explain. Tish, with a wry smile said, "I hope there's
enough rocks to go around."
We secretly left the hall and took off to Mexico in Juan's
car with Wes and I in the back. Wes in no time started where he
left off in the darkened booth. I had my legs open for his
probing fingers. Ahhh! I felt good -I unzipped his pants and his
mighty meat sprang up for my inspection and adoration. It was the
huge size I expected before in the bar. I gave it a few quick
tugs but Juan said a cop was following behind and wanted us to
get dressed. Shortly, we had reached the bridge and the border
crossing.
In no time we found a bar with a good dance band.
It was a hot, humid night and with nonstop dancing, the leather
skirt made the sweat drip off of me.. We all went outside to cool
off and found a curio shop still open. Tish and I went in to find
something lighter for me to wear. All they had were traditional,
long peasant dresses with a bare shoulder top. The length would
have made the dress still too hot. Tish thought of a solution
with the shopkeeper and I emerged wearing a cutoff at mid-thigh,
peasant dress. My long, bare legs created approving, lustful
stares from Juan and Wes.
We drifted into another bar that was nearly empty but the
trio was still playing. I loved the Slo gin they served and with
the heat, humidity, and dancing I was hot, wet and getting wild.
I was flashing my black panties on the dance floor to Wes and
anybody else looking. Young Wes looked apprehensive about dealing
with such a wild woman, while Juan and Tish were dancing, smiling
and whispering to each other.
Then Juan asked to change partners which Wes went along
with. The number quickly ended and then a slow tune started. Juan
quickly guided me to the other end of the floor and started his
magic. It began with his hands guiding gently over my buttocks
through my dress and then going back to raise them slightly.
That action gave me a little spark around my clit. But all done
discretely and oh so gently. By that time Tish was beginning too
run her nails along Wes's spine. Since I was braless my nipples
were responding to the intentional rubbing Juan was causing with
his chest. He was making me weak and juicy with his movements
along with whispering sweet Spanish nothings in my ear.
Then I had a tremble of arousal. Juan asked if I needed to
go to the bathroom. I remained silent and tried to keep to the
beat- All the while thinking of the conflicts in me : shouldn't I
be dancing with Wes? Is it right to runoff to have fun to get
even with Mitch? Juan was the type of man my mother warned me
about But he was really turning me on!
Juan asked me about the bathroom again. I looked around and
I saw Wes now chewing on Tish's ear. Seeing that action, I got
the urge for the bathroom. Wes guided me through the back hallway
and out the back door saying the bathrooms here were too dirty
and there were cleaner ones just down the street.
With my high heels and drunken state, Juan had to steady me as we
walked the dirt alley. We stopped behind another bar and went
into the small restroom adjoining the alley.
Wes boldly stepped in with me, aligned me with the john and told
me to pull down my panties and sit down. All in a pleasant but
firm voice. We both were silent as I was draining myself.
Juan was standing in front of me with a 9 or 10 inch hard-on
straining his zipper. I'm sure he was admiring my shiny, sweaty
bare shoulders and cleavage. When I finished, Juan kneeled down
and told me he needed to clean me and to open my legs. I was
confused just long enough to offer no resistance as Juan spread
them and quickly made a shift strike with his tongue right on the
hood of my clitoris. The pleasure was so intense, I slammed my
legs up against and then on top of his shoulders forcing my legs
up in the air. He was sucking and licking me into heaven. Nobody
had done this to me before! With each lick and nibble I trusted
my pussy up harder against his mouth and clever tongue. Then Juan
stopped, but my body couldn't stop. I was delirious and forced
his head back down. I became a begging bitch in heat- Don't
stop! I'll do anything for you. I"ll suck you, I'll fuck you,
just don't stop! That got to him. He slide his rough, old hands
underneath my dress, and up and down my sweat slick flesh. he
kneed and pinched my swaying tits. Juan then lifted my sweat
soaked dress completely off. Except for my headband and high
heels, my damp brown, excited body was his for the taking.
My olive skinned legs were still wrapped around his neck,
when I was lifted up onto the wash counter. I spread my willing
pussy as his bulbous cock came out to penetrate my swollen,
dripping hot box. His cock was two inches more than I had ever
known and after a few slow trusts Juan's cock pounded deeper and
deeper into me. The grinding thrusts had me in ecstasy until he
came with one, long deep plunge. he fixed his cock deep within me
until all of his wickedly hot jizism stopped flowing. We remained
locked in lust, with sweat from our over-heated bodies puddling
on the floor.
Juan eventually moved off and wanted to hurry back . I slipped on
my dress but my panties were too soiled to wear.
Before stepping out of the small restroom Juan looked at my made
up face with lust, and said he had to smell my wonderful box
again. He immediately lifted me up on the counter again and dove
into my naked love box. It was just as good as before but again
he suddenly stopped, he ordered me not to move and then walked
out the door, The door was unlocked. I didn't want to move. I
wanted him to pound my empty cunt again! I guess old men can only
do it once a night. I couldn't move anyway because the high heel
on one foot was struck in the towel rack!
My heart would pound harder as unknown footsteps would approach
and then fade. What would I do if a strange man entered the
bathroom?
Whom would he think I was?
Six hours ago I was stunning, but prim and proper lady and now I
was in a dirty bathroom wearing nothing but a cheap dress, with
my legs guiding men to my exposed, oozing cunt that's filling the
bathroom air with the scent of a bitch in heat.I wanted any man
meat to come in and satisfy me!
I heard foot steps again, the door opened and it was Wes. He
quickly closed the door and stood between my opened legs and
grinned a broad white smile down on me. While he slowly removed
his shirt, stared into my eyes and described how he is going to
ravage me. He pushed my dress up to expose, suck and chew on my
melons. His huge ,hard tool was rubbing the outside of my
throbbing love box as it was getting lubbed from Juan's jiszm
oozing out of my cunt. I was pleading to plunge his cock into my
cunt. Then I felt the hard, jizmed head entering, pushing past
my liberia, slowing filling and expanding my pussy. Wes's slow
but eager persistence, had me lubbed and penetrated till I was
slamming my body against his.
After one great final ram deep in my cunt, Wes withdrew his cock
and quickly straddled me on the counter, putting his cock into my
eagerly waiting mouth. I felt his hot throbbing cock on my
tongue. Wes became more demanding as he used his hands on my head
wanting both to caress my now disheveled hair and to use my mouth
as cunt. He came with hot, forceful spikes of cum for 20 seconds.
I savored and swallowed what I could, but cum went everywhere.
Knowing other people could be coming, we quickly cleaned up and
left to rejoin Juan and Tish.
Juan and Tish were sitting down, waiting for us. Tish immediately
jumped up to call me a cheap, ass fucked whore .
At that moment I realized the I crossed the line from the spurred
woman and had become a woman I hated Mitch to visit.
Juan calmed down Tish by saying he called Wes to really satisfy
me. Then Tish agreed with a put down on Juan- "Your right, it
takes you one hour before you can come and then I couldn't feel
your cock."
"Well", I said to myself," if this ass fucked whore could get an
old fart to get swelled up hard and pound me into the wall, I
must be the greatest cunt on two legs." We left the bar for home
with Tish still embarrassing Juan, one satisfied young hunk, and
one wowam would not longer wait around for any man to give me fun
and satisfaction.
Mitch never discovered why I didn't return till next morning.
Mitch gave up his old ways after our marriage, at least for a
while - But that's another story.
Released to the public domain,
Border Town Debbie
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