Do You Lie Them? Ynez's Magic

Do You Like Them? Ynez's magic.

Whose Love Story. Part Two

Author's Note: This is a story with aspects of infidelity, pornography, violence and learning to be alone.

We first met Teddy here:

https://literotica.com/s/do-you-like-them-who-was-she-pt-01

Teddy caught up in duplicity and the most collosal grift ever.

She made me hard just listening to her talk to me as she bustled about the kitchen, her accent sounding like Sofia Vergara in the Rom-Com with Reese Witherspoon called "Hot Pursuit" and she was wearing this cotton top with a deep decolletage, perhaps twelve inches of tits of almond toned tits moving and jiggling, with yoga pants and five inch opened toed pumps, her nails matching her lipstick and I lowered my head to the kitchen table and started banging my forehead on the table.

I heard her heels click clacking across the floor and she lifted my head off the table and saw my tears.

"Senor Teddy! What is wrong? Why you cry?"

"Ynez, from the bottom of my heart, I tell you that I love you. You are beautiful, funny, kind and the sexiest woman alive in the world, right now! I can't have you and it is killing me and my heart is broken."

She walked across the kitchen and turned off the burners on the range. "Come with me Senor Teddy," took my hand and walked into the living room and sat down on the couch and patted her lap and said, "Senor Teddy lay down with your head in my lap."

I had a throbbing headache and I laid down with my head on her, so soft thighs. I could smell her cunt, and it was glorious, and now my dick hurt as I had a raging hard on and my head was throbbing.

"Senor Teddy, I sorry for teasing you so much (my dick was streaming precum) but I belong to Manuel, I work for him, what you say pimp? I get tested so okay that way, but you pay more than I make. So all is good. Senor Teddy you should not fall in love with a whore, not so smart."

She pulled down her blouse, bringing out first one ginormous breast and then the other. Twelve inches of almond colored breasts were incredible and my dick and nuts were hurting bad, blue balls and the biggest hard on I've ever had it's seven inches and thick.

Her nipples were thick and three quarters of an inch long. She was nursing me. About a minute into this I tried to suck on the entire twelve inches of the right tit and I got about three inches of her tit in my mouth. I was licking everything and I started biting the nipple and I started pulling on the other nipple and I pinched it hard and she shrieked!

"Oh Teddy what you doing to me, don't stop, oh fuck Teddy harder, damn you Teddy baby, fuck me!"

This was going to be a three act story. I took off my shirt and pants and shoes and she said, "Madre de Dios, what a fucking idiot I am!"

I absolutely loved the smell coming from her cunt, there was this thick bush of wiry black half hair and a line of hair going up to her belly button, plus some stretch marks, from being pregnant. A real woman.

I was quickly into her snatch regions nearby, a nibble on one thigh then the next, she was pulling on her nipples now, I kissed along her lips, down to the bottom her slit, with my chin pressing against her perineum and she started thrashing all over the couch, then I lashed the hood of her clit and her clit was an inch or so long and I sucked on it, while tonguing it and her thighs tried to separate my head from its neck, I realized she might succeed and quit the mini-blow job on her clit felt for her and she collapsed on the couch and she said, "I'm so fucking stupid, Teddy baby, will you forgive me?"

I lashed her clit to let her know.

So for a week ate and fucked and then we made love. She is twelve years older than me. I'm thirty nine and she's fifty one.

Sunday night about three months ago we were spooning and she says, "Teddy, I love you. You need another family, my daughter Isabella, will join us tomorrow morning. I will cook and take care of the house and in time be the best grandmother ever."

I slid out of bed and put on some sweatpants and went downstairs into the kitchen and got my favorite Fosforo Mezcal and a glass. Ynez had got me some Harris Upman Cubano cigars, fifty five ring gauge with some matches I grabbed one and went out on the deck. There is an Adirondack chair and table. I used an eighth inch thick metal rod that I pushed into the end of the cigar and then tested it by seeing if it would draw. It did.

I lit a match and holding the cigar in front of me, and lit all round the end of the cigar and watched it turn in on itself and tossed the match off the deck. I lit another match and sucked in the rich intoxicating smoke until the end was lit. Threw that match away and leaving the cigar in my mouth I poured an inch of Mezcal into the Welch's grape jelly glass, put the cork back in the bottle.

I pulled the glass to my nose. I loved tequila, but not all tequilas are Mezcal. I loved the smell, I loved the burn the first couple drinks I drank.

I thought of my brother and my parents that I had lost when I was in high school blood clot for my brother, cancer for my mom and car wreck for my dad. I was the youngest, there was another brother, who should have been named Dick, because he was. I understood him more, because the got the shit beat out of him daily, by my other brother or my dad. We were poor, mom was perhaps the worst cook ever.

So even if we were rich it would have been a mess. I played baseball at the University of Washington for a year, when all this shit happened and enlisted in the Navy, was on the USS John Kennedy attached to attack squadron VA-46 and was an Aviation Electronics Technician working on A-7E Corsair II ground support for grunts and doggies (Marines and Soldiers).

She was a nasty slow bitch that flew slower than World War II fighter planes, three hundred fifty knots with fuel and no ordinance, three hundred with five hundred pounders hanging under each wing, air to ground and air to air on the side of the fuselage with one Vulcan twenty millimeter machine gun in the nose. They were supposed to be faster and maybe when they were new they were but not now.

The beauty of them is that they could drop a five hundred pounder within five feet of where the Grunts wanted it.

When I came back I had nothing nor nobody. I was the perfect sap for Renee. It pissed me off to think about her. Who the fuck does that to somebody? I had not heard from Ben Feinberg in quite a while and texted him for an update. I set the cigar on the edge of the table and grabbed the Mezcal and returned it to the kitchen.

End part two Do You Like them Ynez's Magic.

Coming soon Teddy and Isabella have twins.