Cula Bandidas update

As she stripped, Howell’s cock adamantly pressed against the crotch of his pants, like a battering ram attacking castle gates. He stared at her wet, hairy pussy, knowing it was making the throbbing worse, but his painful arousal was its own kind of pleasure.

“You have to marry me though,” Maria said.

“What?”

“That must be hurting you. I’m in pain just looking at it. Allow me…” Maria started to reach for his groin, realized she still had the Bowie knife in her hand, and stuck its point into the wagon’s floor to hold it.

Then she unzipped his fly and pulled at it to let him out. Howell nearly sobbed with relief when he popped free, the ending pain making the pleasure even better. The taut anticipation so good he could almost prefer it to actually getting the sexual fulfilment he was after.

“I’m not some good-time girl… I never even go to saloons!” Maria said vehemently as Howell tried to regain his equilibrium. The influx of lust and the loss of pain felt so good on his aching groin that he was left on the verge of coming. He had to control himself, and that wasn’t easy with this naked beauty talking to him… and even her accent was as erotic as all hell. “So I don’t do this for just anyone, but I already know that you are… gifted… and I think you may just know what to do with such an endowment. But I don’t just spread my legs for you because you have a big dick. You have to at least tell me we’re getting married.”

Howell shook his head. It sounded insane, but at this point, what did he have to lose? “Alright, I’ll marry you.”

“No-no-no-no!” Maria chided. “I don’t want to marry you.”

“You don’t?” Howell asked in confusion.

“Of course not! I don’t even know you. And just because you have a big dick doesn’t mean you’re any good with it. Even I know that.”

“Then what—“

“You have to say you want to marry me so that I know this isn’t just a fling for you. If you don’t end up marrying me, fine, at least I tried. But if anyone asks, we will tell him that I did lie with you, but it was because I thought we would soon be joined in holy matrimony. Then it will not be so bad.”

“It won’t?”

“Maybe a little bad,” Maria allowed. She lowered herself onto her back, then spread her long legs to either side. The curls of her dripping slit opened up and Howell gaped inside of her. “Worse than touching myself, maybe, but I would do that if I don’t fuck you.” Shamelessly, Maria dropped her hand between her thighs and began to rub her hot, pouting cunt. “So I could either sin a little or I could sin a lot. Will you make it worth my while if I sin a lot, senor? I’m a good Catholic girl, but I have urges. Can’t you smell my urges?”

Howell watched her fingers—as slender and deliciously delicate-seeming at the rest of her—trace along her labia. He breathed in the spicy aroma of her hot womanhood and was enthralled. His big cock throbbed wildly out in the open air, straining, twitching. Like a half-trained animal, it couldn’t seem to understand why it had been brought out but was not fucking anything.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” Howell said. “But you have to cut me loose. I can’t be with a woman like this—it ain’t natural!”

“And you won’t try to run away?” Maria quizzed him, still lightly touching herself—though from the way she stared at him, she seemed to derive more pleasure from the look on his face than from playing with her pussy. “Or overpower me?”

“I’d be some kind of fool to wanna be anywhere but here,” Howell told her. “Though I can’t promise I won’t overpower you… think I can promise you won’t mind it none…”

Maria bit her lip. “You have to give me your word. Your word of honor. No funny business. And nothing I don’t like. Pretend you really will marry me—treat me like I’m a blushing bride and you mustn’t break me.”

Howell coughed. “If you don’t want me to break you, why’d you take that out?” he asked, nodding down to his erection.

Maria automatically looked at it; she gulped. “Ingles stupido… I won’t mind feeling broken. But remember you must walk the aisle with me soon, senor.”

“How ‘bout I just do what you’ve been doing? Sorta… take over for you?”

“Si… I think I could live with that…”

Maria untied him then. Howell held himself very still, showing her he hadn’t been waiting to go on the offensive, that he did want nothing more than to stay put, with her, and help her with her problem. He lifted his hand as if showing it to her, then reached between her legs.

Maria whimpered, feeling his fingers brush against her silky thighs on the way to her pussy. She took her own hand away, leaving her exposed so he could feel it. She shuddered when he did, Howell’s long middle finger sinking into her wet slit.

“Now lick it, senor,” Maria pleaded. “Tell me how it tastes.”

Groaning in obedient submission, Howell stretched out until his head was between her spread legs. He thrust his hands under her hips, Maria sighing as she felt him cup her buttocks. He held her in position as he lowered his face to her sex.

At first, Howell simply rubbed himself into her juicy loins, feeling the soft damp curls of her pubic thatch brush against his skin, inhaling the enthralling scent of her own, equally entranced pussy. Then he dipped his tongue inside of her, lustfully tasting the flavor that went with his tongue being surrounded by her throbbing cunt.

“Yes, Howell!” Maria grasped the back of his head and thrust herself onto his lips. Howell’s hands instinctively squeezed, feeling her buttocks clench and flex alluringly in his palms. “Your tongue feels so good! More licking, Howell, suck me there—nnnnhh!”

Howell groped her enthusiastically, feeling all he could get of her tight little ass. Maria found herself hoping he would finger her asshole, something she’d dared only a few time in her own furtive pleasuring of herself—she wished that, as long as Howell was taking advantage of her, he made sure to take advantage of her there.

She hoped in vain, though. Instead of attending to that taboo area, Howell focused on her inner folds: running his thick tongue over them, then pressing it deep inside of her. Maria groaned at the thought of his hot red tongue within her inner darkness, touching the vivid pink she knew her pussy looked like on the inside.

“Si, si, me gusta!” The wagon shook as Maria rutted harder and faster, grunting almost manfully as she pumped herself onto what Howell was doing to please her with his mouth. “Lick my clit, Howell! Oh yes, you’ve almost gotten me to do it—I’m nearly there!”

Her clit protruded from its protective hood, tingling like it was the center of all the lust running through her naked form. Howell caught it in his lips, wrapping them around it before sucking hard.

Intense spasms of pleasure radiated out from the subtle sound of slurping; Maria felt all the folds of her pussy convulse. She’d been right to do this. Not even the most sinful touch from her own hand could compare to what he was doing…

Howell took his hands off her ass, unable to keep squeezing them with her bucking motions. Instead, he ran them up her naked body, feeling her breasts, caressing her thighs, and finally pushing between her legs to touch her sex just like his mouth was. Maria mewled in arousal.

“Yes, use your fingers on me, yes!” Unable to hold back, Maria grabbed him by the wrist and pulled his hand up to her throbbing cunt. “Ram it inside me, Howell!”

Howell extended two fingers and probed into the pulsing wetness of Maria’s opening. She cried out, as if in pain, but there was only pleasure in how she wiggled her ass down on the penetration. Howell felt her passage sucking welcomingly at his fingers. He played them inside her expertly, moving them in and out, going hard and fast while his tongue was soft and loving on her pink little clit.

“Coming!” Maria clawed her fingers into his hair and whipped her ass up in a blur of motion, relentlessly fucking herself on his fingers and tongue. “Suck me as I come, Howell! Unh! Unhh! Suck my pussy good, it’s blowing up, you’re making it burst right in your mouth! YES! Gonna come, gonna come, oh Howell, I NEED IT!”

Her pussy tingled so hard that Howell could feel it, exquisitely gushing with hot juices. He tried to hold her bucking hips in place with his right hand while his left kept pistoning fingers inside of her. Eagerly he kissed and sucked at her orgasmic cunt, licking up her cream as it flooded her twitching slit.

Maria’s naked body lowered back down to the floor. Panting, she looked gratefully to Howell. “Oh, senor, that was wonderful!” Her voice was shamelessly enthused. “You made it happen—happen so much! If I’d known how good you were at that… ohh… we wouldn’t have wasted any time!”

Howell only wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand and looked at her worriedly. His prick was as hard as a rock—far more engorged than it had been before—and he wondered what she meant to do with it. He was honor-bound not to try anything, but Lord, he hated the thought of being tied up again now that she’d been satisfied. Howell didn’t know if he’d even fit back in his pants again.

The drapes in back of the wagon, shutting out the outside world, were pulled aside. There stood Sara, fuming, and though Howell was naturally surprised by her sudden appearance, it didn’t do anything to dampen his ardor. He was too aroused and Sara was too beautiful for the sight of her to ever be unwelcome. She really was lovely when she was angry.

“Estupido!” she shouted, looking at Maria with flames in her eyes. “Did you think I could not hear you? ‘Oh, Senor Howell, jou are doing it to me, jou are sucking my pussy so good, I need it just like dat!’”

“I don’t sound like that,” Maria said defensively, though she was too satiated by her recent orgasm to muster up much ire.

In contrast, that made Sara all the more angry. “Yes you do! And I heard you! The whole desert heard you! And now, how am I supposed to think of anything but sex? Do you think I want to think about how long it’s been since I’ve had a man? No. But now I can’t think of anything else, only sex, and it is all your fault!”

Maria giggled; Sara’s teeth grinded together. “Would you like an apology? Because I don’t think I can manage to sound very sorry at the moment…”

“Bad enough if you’d acted this way in a town! At least there I might possibly find a man in the cantina. But we are in the middle of the desert and I can think of only sex and there is no man anywhere.”

“Howell is here,” Maria said, too dumbly happy to think of what she was saying. “He’s… really a man. Really, really a man…”

“Yes, I could tell,” Sara said laconically. “Well, that is one silver lining. At least I know he’s not… what is English… lame duck?”

Maria shook her head. “Uh-uh. Not lame at all…” Then she rattled her head again, her luscious hair flying as she crawled back towards her senses. “Wait… why do you care if Howell—“

“Because he is the only man for miles and more than that, I will not say.” Sara crossed her arms. “So I will make do with what I have.”

“You mean with what I have!” Maria retorted. “We have a bond! He is going to marry me!”

“Really?”

“No, not really, but you know—“

“The wedding’s off,” Sara told her sharply. “Don’t worry. I’ll comfort him for you.”

“But… he’s duro.”

“I had noticed,” Sara deadpanned.

“That’s mine!” Maria insisted, pointing at Howell’s throbbing erection. “I gave it to him and he hasn’t even used it—“

“It sounded like you were used plenty. Wanted to save your chastity for your big day, no? Well, now it’s saved. Take off.”

“I have to leave?” Maria seamlessly moved onto this new aggravation. “But if you got to listen, shouldn’t I—“

“What do you mean, ‘got to listen’? You were howling like a coyote! Now you want to watch? What’s there to see? You were just on stage, now you want to sit in the audience?”

“I think it’d be very good to see,” Maria said innocently. “It’s hard to pay attention to everything that’s going on… when it’s happening… it all sort of washes over you, like when you’re reading a good book…”

“You must read some very good books.” Sara picked up Maria’s clothes and threw them in her face. “Out! You’ve had your turn. Remember our deal, we split all our loot fifty-fifty.”

“He’s not treasure,” Maria pointed out, struggling into her clothes before she stepped out into the cold night air.

Sara’s eyes raked over Howell, once more taking in his bared body, and now with loving detail. “Oh yes he is.”

She turned and quickly booted Maria in the hip, pushing her out of the wagon.

“Hey!” Maria cried after she’d hit the ground.

“Next time more dressing, less arguing,” Sara told her. “Now get some sleep. I’ll try not to keep you up.”

“What about me?” Howell asked.

Sara shut the drapes and turned, once more lovingly eying his body. “What about you?” she purred.

“Well… Maria said that in cases like this, I should ask you to marry me, so that when you confess, you can say you only sinned with me because you thought we would be married soon.”

“Sensible,” Sara nodded. “Tell me your prospects and what family you come from.”

“Uhh…”