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Archive name: consuela.txt (MF, nc, bd, v, mexican)
Authors name: Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
Story title : Consuela

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Consuela (MF, nc, bd, v)
By Michael - Phoenix AZ

***

There I was sitting in the emergency room, still in 
shock and wondering what would happen to me. Only 
hours before my worst problem was that I'd been 
feeling old and a neglected.

But then all at once everything changed.

Ever since my wife hit menopause at 52 I hadn't been 
getting any sex. And for sure over the past year I'd 
begun to gain weight and generally feel lousy. But 
tonight sitting in the busy emergency room I couldn't 
even remember what my prior complaints had been. Now 
all I wanted to do was live!

It all started just after 7 pm that very night. It 
seemed like a lifetime ago, but had only been 4 hours 
or so. My wife Carole and I were watching TV when the 
front door to our house was kicked in. I couldn't 
understand what was happening at first, but when 
Carole jumped up and screamed in fright I realized 
that we were having our home invaded by a gang of 
criminals.

I'd never really given something like that any 
thought before. Things like that didn't happen in our 
neighborhood, we had block watch and even a 
neighborhood committee. Young families occupied many 
of the homes in our neighborhood and the area seemed 
nice enough, so how could this be happening to us?

Then they were on top of me forcing me to the floor. 
I didn't have a chance to fight back and in reality 
even if I had they were younger and much more fit 
than I.

I realized right then that they were of Mexican 
decent and that there were three men and one woman in 
their gang. I struggled until finally one of the men 
hit me a glancing blow to the side of my head, which 
stunned me into inactivity. After that all I could 
hear were my wife's sobs and some of the intruders 
rummaging through the house.

Then I heard the woman say in very accented English, 
"Say Manuel, don't forget about me man." Then she 
stepped over to me and said, "Get up mister!" It was 
a command, and when I didn't move one of the tough 
young men came over and grabbed me by the hair.

"Hey, fucker! When Consuela says get up, you better 
get the fuck up!" I was dragged up into a sitting 
position then hauled onto my feet. As they shoved me 
out of the room I heard my wife pleading with me, 
"Please John don't go, I'm afraid, please."

It wasn't like I could do anything about it. I knew 
that she was in danger but I didn't think they'd try 
anything sexual with her. After all she was 52 years 
old and none of the guys in the gang could have been 
more than 25.

But I could still hear her sobs as the door to our 
bedroom closed behind me and the girl pushed me 
forward into the room. I said, "Look don't hurt us we 
didn't do anything to you. All of the money in the 
house is in my wallet or in the third draw from the 
right in my home office at the back of the house."

"Juan, you go get the money while I entertain this 
asshole." She pulled out a mean looking little gun 
and pointed it at my head, "Lie down on the bed 
mister and I won't shoot you right now!"

I did as I was told feeling a fear like nothing I'd 
ever felt before. What did she mean, 'right now' and 
why had they separated me from my wife?

Then my fear rose like vomit as she began to pull 
rope out of her coat and grabbed my arm.

"What the?" I mumbled in fright.

She pulled my arm and swore at me in Spanish all the 
while waving that nasty looking little gun around. 
Then finally she reverted to English saying, "Mister 
you better stop fighting me or I'll fucking kill 
you."

I hadn't been around guns for thirty years, ever 
since I got out of the Army in the early Seventies. 
She was scaring the hell out of me the way she was 
handling that weapon. So I lay back and let her tie 
both of my arms. I figured the sooner they had me 
secure the sooner they'd be done and out of our 
lives.

Once both of my arms were securely tied to the 
headboard of the bed she went to the dresser and 
pulled out a pair of silk panties from my wife's 
side. I watched as the little Mexican girl sniffed 
them then she looked over at me and smiled. I didn't 
know what she had in mind until she was jamming them 
in my mouth and tying a piece of cloth to secure it.

I thought they would leave me there and finish with 
their burglary, but I was wrong. The next thing that 
happened was that this small female climbed up on the 
bed with me and started to undo my pants. All I could 
do was gawk at her in surprise.

Then she was pulling on my pant-legs tugging them 
off. I watched in shock and embarrassment as she came 
back up beside me and did the same with my underwear.

There I was, this middle age slightly potbellied 
white guy lying on my bed naked from the waist down 
with my arms tight above my head. I was totally 
humiliated as she stood back to inspect my nakedness. 
But there was nothing I could do about it. 

Then she was tying my feet with a rope to the 
footboard of the bed. What was she going to do? I 
hoped that I wasn't going to make the newspapers in 
the morning. I could imagine the headline, "Middle 
aged man found mutilated in own bed." Sharon Tate 
came to mind briefly.

Then my heart almost stopped when I felt a hot moist 
softness surround my flaccid dick. I struggled to see 
what was happening, and sure enough the little 
Mexican girl was licked and sucking away at me, 
trying to get me up.

I hadn't had proper sex with my wife for almost two 
years, and she hadn't given me head in at least that 
long. I lay there feeling this young woman's body 
over mine and her lips surrounding my hardening dick 
and wondered why an attractive girl like her would 
want to do something like this to an old fart like 
me. I couldn't figure it out, and after a short time 
I didn't care any more.

When she had me fully hard she knelt on the bed 
beside me and tugged her t-shirt off over her head 
and then rolled over and kicked off her pants. She 
wasn't wearing any underwear at all. Kids these days, 
it made you wonder.

Then as I watched, anticipating what I thought was 
about to happen, she looked into my eyes and climbed 
on top of me. All I could think about was that tight 
young brown body straddling me, and how it would feel 
to fuck again.

Then I almost jumped up (and would have if I hadn't 
been tied down with a 100lb girl on top of me) as the 
bedroom door burst open. Fuck what now I wondered, my 
arousal turning to fear again.

Then the guy she'd called Manuel said, "At it again 
huh Consuela?"

"Fuck you Manuel and get out." She turned back to me 
and smiled down at me. All I could do was look back 
at her with my eyes wide as my dick began to grow 
back to full hardness. I didn't care if the guy 
watched us, all I wanted then was a warm moist place 
to hide my sausage and I didn't even care that they'd 
robbed me of all my valuables.

Then I heard, "Hey! Gringo, you know ol' Consuela 
their as HIV. And the only way she can get any is to 
force her victims. She's a fucking slut who's screwed 
half the dirty bums downtown for pocket change. Have 
fun fucker!"

Consuela turned on top of me and began to scream at 
him in Spanish. I couldn't tell what she was yelling, 
but I knew that every other word must be an 
obscenity.

I felt her smooth brown thighs as they straddling my 
pudgy white belly and I saw her strong muscled 
stomach ripple as she yelled at Manuel. She looked as 
good as she had only moments before, but now I could 
feel myself going limp. I didn't want to catch a 
disease.

I started squirming, now all I wanted was to get 
away. My squirming caught the girl's attention and 
she looked back at me. She could tell instantly that 
I no longer wanted to screw her. She looked 
pleadingly at me and said, "That fucker is lying I 
don't have no disease, honest mister. C'mon man you 
want it I know you do."

But I didn't.

Apparently I had no choice in the matter though. 
After pleading with me for a while the girl finally 
smiled at me and said, "Okay, mister, we'll see what 
you really want huh?" and she scooted her naked body 
down to rest on my legs and began to lick at my cock 
-- Long cat-like strokes.

I could feel her tongue on the sensitive underside of 
my shaft and there was nothing I could do about it. I 
tried to think about when we'd had our first baby and 
the after birth material that was splattered all over 
the birthing table after my wife had spent 6 hours 
pushing, or dogs shitting big piles of crap with 
flies flitting around their hind ends.

But it was no good. Consuela's mouth was rhythmically 
working my stiffing cock up into hardness and there 
was nothing I could do to stop myself. When I heard 
her laugh in triumph I knew I'd lost out.

Still jacking my stiff bone for all she was worth the 
little Mexican climbed my while mountain and 
straddled me. Then I heard a groan as she lowered 
herself over my cock taking me in all the way.

I was horrified! This was terrible, but vaguely I 
realized that it felt so good; she was giving me 
feelings that I only dimly remembered after more than 
two years without. As the little brown Mexican girl 
began to ride me for her pleasure I could feel that 
wonderful friction that only fucking a female cunt 
can give a man.

It didn't take long before I was there. My body 
jerked at its restraints as I came intensely, my come 
exploding from me like a volcano. I felt like I was 
shooting my whole insides into the girl, a searing 
painful pleasure shot right out through my dick as 
gobs of my come filled her.

Then she was grunting and thrusting on top of me and 
I knew from her closed eyes and the tortured grimace 
on her pretty brown face that she was coming on my 
shaft. She'd reached wherever she was trying to get. 

I even felt a crazy sort of pride; just for a moment 
that I'd been able to get her off just from her 
riding my cock.

Then she was gasping and slumped over onto my chest 
breathing hard. I could feel her sweaty young brown 
body heaving on top of my old white one and it made 
my cock jerk inside her from the pleasure the thought 
gave me.

Consuela looked up at me then, and smiled. "Not so 
bad after all, huh mister?"

What could I say? (Nothing since I was trust up and 
gagged and had just been raped by a female possibly 
with HIV.)

*

They left the house after ransacking it. I remember 
that one of the men came in and finally pulled 
Consuela off me, but not until she'd come again and 
made me come for a second time too.

I think it was her desperate need that kept me hard 
and ready even though I was so out of practice.

After they left my wife came into the room, still 
crying and saw me tied up and naked. I knew that she 
could tell by the slimy mess all over my crotch and 
the sheets that I'd just been fucking. But I hoped 
she could tell by the gag and ropes binding me that 
it hadn't been my fault.

Apparently she had because she was still sitting next 
to me in the emergency room when the doctor took 
samples of the girl's fluids to test for HIV. He told 
me that I would have to wait at least three months 
before an AIDs test would tell me anything, maybe six 
months. No one was absolutely sure how long it took 
for the infection to show up.

He also said that there was a small possibility that 
I wouldn't get it. But that my wife and I should 
abstain from having sex for the next six months until 
we were sure I wasn't infected.

Well, at least that was no problem since we didn't 
have sex anymore anyway.

But I have had a few fantasies about meeting Consuela 
again. She was one hot fuck, even if she did have a 
disease or two.

THE END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
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