She had met many people, she was even learning a few phrases in Spanish. Basically, she was happy. But there was something missing. She longed for Chris. Or perhaps, she longed for someone to share her experiences with, to do to her what Chris had done, and more. She was hungry for love. She needed a man. Her continued masturbation (usually on the bathroom rug, though sometimes in bed) had only made her more anxious, more desirous for a man's body next to hers. To make matters worse, Julio had taken to posing in the nude for her, and she couldn't take her eyes – or her mind – off his genitals.
She was feeling particularly horny one afternoon as she was doing a sketch of him. It was a wretchedly hot day, and as Julio sat in profile to her, the far leg drawn up to his chest, the other resting on the floor, she was surprised to see him getting an erection! He was perspiring, and the sun glistened on the beads of perspiration that clung like dew to his beautiful body. In frustration and in anger, she threw down her charcoal and stamped out of the room muttering, "Peon!" She went straight to her bedroom and threw herself on the bed, sobbing into the mattress.
Moments later, the bedroom door burst open and in stormed Julio. He was at her bedside before she could move. Roughly, he turned her over on her back and slapped her hard across the mouth. She kicked up at him, narrowly missing his groin with her bare foot. "Peon! Pinche! FLUNKY!" she screamed out at him through her hysterical sobs. He grabbed the top of her smock and pulled, ripping it right off her body. Jill was stark naked, except for sheer panties, which the bearded young man also yanked off of her. She screamed and tried to cover herself with her hands.
He flung her hands away and spread her legs apart, looking point blank at her pussy. "I think a peon's prick is just what you need," he said, as he reached between her legs and thrust his fingers into her soft cuntal furrow. She was already wet and sticky, and he knew that she really wanted to make love. "Or would you rather go lie down on the bathroom rug and do it to yourself?"
Jill's lovely face turned scarlet, and she gasped, covering her face with her hands. "Oh noooooo!"
"You self-centered, stuck-up little bitch! Why do you think you're here? To paint pretty pictures and wear pretty clothes? To be wined and doted on? Que stupida!"
Jill lay there, shuddering in fear and humiliation. It was almost too much to bear. Worst of all, she was a raging cauldron of desire. She wanted Julio to ravish her!
"Go on, go into the bathroom and play with yourself!" he commanded her, pulling her up from the bed and shoving her toward the mirrored room. "I don't want you crying rape! at me. If you need me, I'll be in my room!"
He left her then, standing in the middle of the floor, her brain whirling with anger, humiliation and desire. She had never met a man who treated her so cruelly, a man she could not have kissing the ground she walked on. She felt at that moment that she was hopelessly in love with Julio. Yes, the appeal of the heel. That's what turned her on. Spoiled as she was, she was undeniably drawn to a man who would not take shit from her.
Without thinking further, she ran to his room. He lay on his bed, calmly reading a magazine. "Julio… I… I'm sorry I called you those names…" She was standing in the doorway, the sun spotlighting her glorious hair, her ripely rounded, pink-nippled breasts, her gently flaring hips and her curvaceous legs. Julio put the magazine down. His cock was still fully erect and menacingly magnificent standing up from his loins. "Come here," he told her.
As in a dream, Jill walked slowly over to the bed, her body shaking with emotion. For the first time since she had known him, Julio gave her a full and very warm smile. (She never realized he had such nice teeth.) Then he reached up and caught her hand and drew her down on top of him, kissing her lightly on the lips. He paused then, and gave her another smile. Her whole body was trembling. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue between his lips and laving his lingual member wantonly, feeling the strange caressing softness of his beard against her face.
In one graceful maneuver, he rolled her over so that he lay atop her, his elbows taking most of his weight. His enormous penis pressed into her naked flesh like a rolling pin of flesh. The great menacing weapon was already oozing its seminal fluid up into her navel as he rubbed his cock-shaft insinuatingly back and forth over the top of her cunt slit, arousing her inflamed clitoris. She found her buttocks beginning to move upward.
Julio aroused her further by licking her neck, sending goosebumps all over her body. Then he licked down her chest, across her full proud breasts to her nipples, which rose and hardened to the touch of his tongue. He licked and sucked all over her breasts, forcing gasps of pleasure from her throat. She ground her pelvis harder into his loins, aflame for more.
"You're ready for it now, aren't you, puta mia. You want it now… the full length of a peon's cock deep inside you," he whispered in her ear. He followed his words with his tongue, licking in the sensitive little channel and setting Jill on fire with craven lust. "Don't you?" he whispered again.
Pride captured her tongue, and the aroused artist did not speak. She whimpered and fretted and closed her eyes.
"Muy bien. If you don't really want it, then we can wait for another time…" he taunted her, raising up on one elbow as though to get off. Only the tip of his fiery cock touched her body.
"No!" she cried out, reaching her slender arms up to clasp him around the neck. "I do want it… now."
"Want what?"
"Your cock… I want you to… to fuck me, Julio."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, oh yes. Fuck me!" She kissed him passionately on the mouth again and ground her breasts and her pubis into his hard, muscular body.
"In Spanish we say, 'chinga me'…"
"All right, then, chinga me. Chinga, chinga, chinga!"
Julio could wait no longer. He kissed her passionately again then slid down her body a little, so that his huge throbbing cock was poised at the entrance of her delectable cunt. Using his cock as a probe, he inched forward until he was sure he was right on target, then he pressed hard so it was tight against her vaginal lips.
"Julio… be gentle with me. It's only the second time," she said softly, her voice quavering with desire.
"Si, si," he answered, coming down onto her body again and reaching under her to grip her ripe buttocks.
The pressure of his cock rubbing against her clitoris created new sensations of arousal, and she found herself opening her legs wider to admit her Mexican lover. He was slowly forcing her pussy lips open, steadying his cock with his hand as it pushed into the waiting lips of her pleasure hole. As he pulled at the quivering half-moons of her buttocks, pulling her onto his throbbing shaft, he shoved his tongue into her mouth again and started licking into her cheeks. Jill's clitoris was fully aroused by the contact with the slowly advancing penis, and her buttocks voluntarily moved upward under the forcefully gripping hand to get more of the exciting stimulation. He was in her now, at least a couple of inches, worming his way slowly into her velvety cuntal moistness.
She felt a lascivious thrill from his tonguing into her mouth. She ran her hands over his back, his arms, his neck, thrilling to the feel of Julio's hard, powerful muscles. He flexed his muscular thighs, moving his enormous shaft a little further in. There was pain – she thought her vagina would be split apart – but she could endure it because she wanted his huge rod of flesh inside her. Her body cried out for it, demanded it, and there was no turning back.
"Oooohhhh… aaahhh… aanngghh…" she moaned, grimacing with the pain. Julio paused for a moment, panting above her, his body slick with sweat. His beard tickled her cheeks and her neck, sending more shivers down her spine. He wriggled his thighs then, warning her in advance of an imminent thrust far up into her cunt, so she stretched her legs wider apart and drew her knees back, leaving her pussy in a more open and vulnerable position to receive the immense, blood-bloated rod of throbbing flesh. Its pounding heat was already enticing the juices from her vaginal walls – her pussy, her vagina, her clitoris wanted more.