La Mureta

If you have to relocate for work, I suggest doing so around Halloween. If you're lucky your new home will be in the middle of a festival. When I arrived in the sleepy border town where I was to reside, they were having an annual rodeo to celebrate not only October 31st but also The Day of the Dead. I thought what the hell and decided to drop by. It was a sight to behold. Orange lights were strung around the fair ground casting everything in a warm, inviting but still eerie glow. Haunting music in both English and Spanish wafted from the speakers. A fog machine was working overtime. The rides had eerie paintjobs with dazzling purple lights. For every two regular Halloween costumes there was a skeleton painted up to the look like the sugar skulls they were selling at stands.

The place was also very crowded. You could barely walk down the main promenade. I was justled this way and that. Being only about five-foot I could hardly even be seen. With the last shove I was sent careening into a woman. I couldn't see her but I knew she was a woman. My face was right between her brown breasts. I jumped backwards in surprise.

"I'm so sorry!"

It was then I took in my victim. She was, obviously, a head taller than me with a wildly curvaceous body. Those breasts were mini mountains trying to escape her shiny black sleeveless button up top. It paired wonderfully with her tight shiny black pants that showed off her meaty calves and enormous ass and the black cowboy hat that crowned her long black hair. It was her face that truly captivated me, however. Rather it was the fact that she had painted it like an elegant, decorated skull.

"Hola, little one," she said with a charmingly accented voice. "There's no need to apologize, these things happen. Especially when you have chichis as big as mine."

She laughed at her little remark. It was a melodic sound.

"What's your name, Cutie?"

"Micheal."

"Mikey? How adorable! It fits you."

I had never gone by Mikey in my life but the way she said it sent shivers down my spine.

"What... what's your name?" I managed to ask.

"For tonight, you can call me La Mureta, mi little cowboy."

It took me a moment to realize she meant my costume. It was just a costume hat and vest thrown over jeans and tee, but it was something.

"Are you from out of town?"

"Just moved here, actually, why? Is it that obvious?"

"I would remember someone as cute as you living here."

I was at a loss for words. No one flirted with me the way she was. Hell, no one flirted with me at all.

"Single?"

"What?

"Are you single?"

"I am."

"Maravillosa! Then you can accompany me to the barrel riding competion."

"People ride barrels?"

She laughed again.

"Chico tonto."

She scooped me up into her arms and hurriedly made her way through the crowd.

"I could have walked."

"This is faster, and a better show for you I'd imagine."

"Wha...?"

Before I could finish my question, she had adjusted me in her arms, so I was now watching her giant breasts jiggle with every step she took. I was mesmerized. I soon became lost in their constant motion, in their size, in their power, in their raw femininity. We arrived at one of the outdoor arenas, the kind you go to truck pulls at your local fair, and she took her seat. She didn't put me down. Instead she sat me up on her lap and wrapped her arms around me, pushing me back until my head was nestled between her tits again.

"Dios mio, your head's a perfect fit. I bet I could fit your whole little body in my bosom."

I blushed at her... compliment?

It turned out barrel riding was people riding horses around barrels. That made infinitely more sense. As we watched Mureta explained how she rode too but it was just for fun. The warm night, her soothing voice, a little boredom at the show before me, and the pillows of tit flesh cradling my head conspired against me and I dozed off. I dreamt I was being chased through the barrels by Mureta on horseback trying to lasso me.

When the crowd around us suddenly started moving I snapped back to consciousness.

"What happened?"

"You took a little nap. My chichis must be more comfortable than I thought. They probably explain that dirty dream you were having."

"I wasn't..."

My argument fell apart in my mouth as I realized I was hard.

"Was it about me?"

I couldn't bear to look up at her.

"It was! Fantastico! I love turning a cute guy's head, or stirring his other head out of hiding."

She turned me to face her again with another little giggle.

"Has anyone ever told you that you just have the most adorable little face?"

"No, I can't say that they have."

"Well, they should, cause its true. I just can't get enough of it."

She cupped my face in her hands. They were so warm, so soft. It felt like it belonged there. She pulled me close and pressed her lips to my forehead for a large wet kiss.

"I know what will wake you up. Games! Come along, little one."

Without putting me down she jumped up and ran back to the midway.

"Now which game shall we try first? Oh I know!"

I found myself standing before the ring toss booth. She slapped down some money and I was given three rings.

"I haven't played these in a long time."

"Don't worry, even if you lose you get a prize."

Weird policy. I gave three tosses and I missed each and every time. The man in the booth did not, in fact, hand me a prize.

"So much for prize every time."

"I didn't say the prize would come from the game."

She bent down and kissed me on the cheek. It wasn't a peck more like a gumming bite. If this was the conciliation prize, I didn't mind losing. That was a good thing because the balloon dart game and water gun race went no better. She didn't seem to mind though. She just kept kissing his face. First on the other cheek, then on his chin right under his mouth.

"A photobooth!" she exclaimed. "Let's go, I want a picture with my sweet boy."

She pulled me into the booth.

"Hold on, I'm going to need more lipstick for this."

She reached into the small purse she carried and brought out a small tube of ebony black lipstick. She took her time, leisurely rolling it over her mouth.

"OK, let's go."

She put the money in, and the booth whirled to life. After it took one photo of the two of us side by side, and one of me on her lap, she pulled me into a clearly preplanned position as she sealed her lips around my own. The kiss was long, sticky, and had plenty of her tongue invading mu mouth. When she pulled away our mouths remained connected by trails of spit. That's when her assault began in earnest. She covered my face in rapid fire kisses. Her mouth came back to mine for seconds, thirds, so many that I soon lost count. All I heard was:

Mmwah!

"So cute!"

Mmwah!

"... can't get enough..."

Mmwah!

"... need you so much..."

Mmwah!

"... Babi..."

Mmwah!

"... mia..."

This last one came out as growl.

As we left the booth I was outta breath and my head was swimming in overwhelming pleasure. She snatched up the photo strip, and I saw my face was now covered in black lip prints. Why was that image making me so hard?

"Let's hit some rides!"

She led me to the Haunted Mine Train. It was simple little dark ride through a 'spooky' mine with live scare actors who jumped out at us. After about the third one Mureta loosened the seat belt and pulled me into her lap.

"Don't worry, Cariño, you don't have to see the scary monsters anymore."

"I'm ok, really... mmph."

She pushed my face back between her tits and held it there. I couldn't see, sounds were muffled, but it was so soft and smelled so sweet I didn't mind.

Once the ride was over we crossed through the midway again.

"Hold on, I want to try something."

I led her to the Lucky Duck booth and paid for my chance to pick three rubber duckies floating in the little through that circled around the booth, pushed along by a small motor. All three ended up saying '1' on the bottom. That meant I won a small prize. The man handed me a small pink bear. I presented it to her like a rose.

"Oh, I love mi orisito nuevo! It's so cute!"

She hugged it before putting it in her purse.

"Of course, it's nowhere as cute as you, Cariño."

She hugged me again and when my face hit her cleavage I melted into her embrace.

"I know just where to go next," she told me.

It turned out that was the Tunnel of Love. Once we were deep enough inside not to be seen she pulled me into her lap again, angling me to look up at her like a baby. she leaned in. I thought she was about to kiss me again when she gave me the biggest shock of the night so far. She reached over with her free hand and pulled her sleeve off so she could expose her massive breast, which she placed gently over my face.

"This time, I want to feel your kisses."

No further instructions were needed. I kissed her chichi everywhere I could reach, saving her nipple for last. Eventually I did let it fill my mouth as I licked, sucked, and even nibbled a little.

"Oh, Babi," she moaned. "You're getting me all worked up. "We're going to have to do something about that."

As soon as the ride ended, she carried me to one of the stalls selling trinkets. I couldn't see what she bought, and it soon became clear she didn't care herself. She rushed into a nearby baby changing room and dumped it out of its plastic bag and into the trash. She then proceeded to remove all my clothing piece by piece, shoving it into the bag. All the while she shoved her tongue into my mouth and kissed me like crazy. I did my best to kiss back.

She slid her pants down along with her tight black thong. She lifted me up and pinned me against the wall at just the right height to slide me into her waiting womanhood.

"What do you know, perfect fit."

I gasped before wrapping my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist the best I could. Slowly she thrusted her hips, sliding me in and out with elegant ease I had never known possible. I took this moment to start thrusting myself trying to match her pace. That didn't last long. It was if that decision did away with any desire she had to take it easy on me.

Mureta started slamming me against the wall with her hips, not enough to hurt me, riding me harder and faster with each additional thrust.

"Mía. Mía. Mía."

I whimpered as I became increasingly lost in the powerful flood of pleasure she was holding me under. She reached down and grabbed her thong. She slid it up her legs and with a little stretch over mine as well. She kept going till both our hips were encased. She let go and it snapped back into place, pushing me even deeper into her.

"Don't stop," she told me.

She pulled her jeans up and snapped them in place over us.

"No pares! No Pares!"

I didn't know the words, but I got the gist. I did everything I could to thrust away as she adjusted her top to cover me up. She must have started walking then. Each step she took slid me around inside her, forcing me in and out in a more rhythmic fashion than I could have ever managed on my own. I moaned and rocked away as I felt pleasure and pressure build up inside me.

I don't know how long we walked around the rodeo grounds like that but the pressure became too much to endure. With one last thrust I came with the force of what felt like a firehouse. Everything I had inside me was gone. I was spent. She walked back into the bathroom and pulled me out.

"You did such a good job, mi amor. You deserve a little rest."

She turned me away from her and slid my sweat soaked body down between her massive tits until only my head remained visible.

"That's it, just relax. Take a little nap if you want. Just tell me when you need to be at work."

"Monday morning."

"Excellent. That means I can keep you there all weekend. If things keep going as well as they have tonight I might even let you live in there one day. Soon."

That sounded like heaven to me.