J Long - Three horny teachers

And Manny had heard them say very raucously: "Got money to burn, Lennie. Gonna have a great time. Don't care if I lose 'cause I'm gonna have a great time."

"You got the right idea, Elmer. Nothing's more fun than betting the big bucks. Shit, if you win, you're lucky and you had fun. And, shit, if you lose, it was fun bettin' the big bucks. Besides, we gotta have fun 'cause the cunts aren't along this trip anyhow."

Manny had heard the same talk too many limes. Shit, there was a time when Manny Schwarz regretted lots of things in his own forty-two years of hard living.

He regretted the time he had shipped in fifteen black whores from Cleveland to entice the Los Angeles black bucks to spend their money at the Tinker Toy Casino.

Then when he saw those L.A. spades coming in and spending their watermelon wages on ten-cent crap tables, he'd just about shit.

Then he did shit, because he saw where those blacks had totaled ten grand worth of Tinker Toys.

Shit, that's when being a smart fuck really helped.

Manny had done some quick thinking and some quick hustling. He finally landed a labor contact for twenty blacks to be shoeshine boys at the Las Vegas air terminal.

Christ, in another ten years, those black bastards'll be cleared of their debts.

And Manny regretted the time he had tried to cater to the chink, trade. The fucking slant-eyes who memorized cards, and prayed to Buddha for another seven to come up on the dice.

That was when the Tinker Toy Casino had gone in the red to the tune of fifty grand. Shit, the slopeheads had Buddha on their side. Jesus Christ.

Shit, after those two drastic enterprises, Manny Schwarz used his brains to think of better enterprises.

That was why he welcomed teachers and wealthy Arabs to the Tinker Toy Casino.

Teachers he wanted because most of them were unionized as they were a passive lot and they always went ape-shit when they found out about life as the greedy people lived it.

Arabs he welcomed because they were fucking fools. And, besides, he was a natural enemy of theirs anyway so he always tried to soak then, any way he could.

Like the time Alladah, the sheik who was rich enough to own the four biggest condom factories in America, blew three million American dollars in a game of Old Maid.

And that was why Manny Schwarz was second at sizing up teachers and Arabs.

In a glance he could tell if they liked women or boys, asses or mules, hand-jobs or blow-jobs, threesomes or foursomes, etcetera, etcetera.

Yeah, like those two teachers that were registering at the desk right now. The one looked like a coach, or a former Charger football player; hell, she was definitely lezzie.

As for the other one, the good looker; shit, she looked like hot frustration, probably having, man trouble, probably didn't like the lezzie's hand on her ass as she registered, probably looking to get away, to find happiness in the desert.

Yeah, like that one haggard-looking, scarecrow framed teacher that tagged along with the lezzie and Miss Frustration. Shit – probably sinning for the first time. Give her a couple of shots and she's off to the fucking races. Give her a couple of strokes and she's foot-racing her lover to an orgy. Give her a couple of fucks and sucks and dirty books, aid she's back with the human race.

Manny picked up the house phone.

A voice said: "Yes sir."

"Clarence, round up Pixie Delight for the lezzie in number fourteen. Get Eddie to take care of Miss Frustration in thirteen. Then send a bottle of Southern Comfort up to the witch in twelve."

Eddie used to be one sick gaucho from the pampas of Argentina.

Eddie was considered sick because of his sexual behavior.

Eddie had been considered a gaucho, because that's what Argentineans call their cowboys.

Eddie used to know the pampas like the back of his hand. Which was the reason why he was sexually sick so often – because no matter where he was on the pampas, Eddie would find something to fuck or get something to suck off his cock. Some of those things even had two legs, and names like Conchita, or Rosita, or Juanita.

The "ita" suffix in good old Espanol means little – like little Concha, or little Rosey, or little Juan. Which was why Eddie Caruso was sick, because he liked to fuck around with little Conchitas.

Which, in Espanol, means a little women.

Conchita meant prime eighteen year old pussy. Conchitas meant a voluptuously curved, coffee-colored piece of pussy that beat the hell out of fucking, prime Argentine beef.

Conchita was cute. Even when she sucked Eddie's prick.

Of course, Eddie Caruso was a very young man when he had allowed Conchita Esperanza to suck his prick. He was thirty-eight. But because he had Latino blood running through his veins, he would look young even when he was sixty-eight because Mexicans and Spaniards, Nicaraguans and Argentinians, who all look alike anyway, always look young and full of fucking sprite – especially the men.

As for the Spanish women, usually by the time they were twenty-one they were ready for retirement.

But that was why fucking Mexican maidens at ages eighteen or nineteen was considered fashionable because those maidens looked like wonton instead of little girls with little pimples. Conchita had big tits. And they were very firm.

Which was very rare considering that she was a very old eighteen. Her tits were held up by a bandanna, then they were held up by Eddie's hands because he had untied the bandanna and thrown it over his shoulder, careful not to remove his prick from Conchita's sucking mouth.

"Mmmmffffggg! Mmmmffffgggg!"

"Aaaaiiiieeee! Aahhhhoooorrrraaa! Muuuucccchhhoooo!"

Which translated meant: "Mmmmfffgggg! Mmmmffffgggg!"

"Aaaaaiiiieeee! I'm coooommmmiiinnngggg! Now! Toooooo muuuucchhhh!"

But because Conchita did not understand English and because the Seventh Day Adventist Church in Mainnion, Utah, had not sent their missionaries down to her sector of the pampas to teach her English. As a foreign language yet, the only thing Conchita could understand was what was in her mouth at the moment.

A big huge prick.

It was a big, huge prick, banana-shaped and bulging with blood and other Latin goodies – such as jism, or spunk, or yen which in Espanol means cum.

And Conchita was getting paid to suck this banana-shaped prick. In advance. Not every eighteen-year-old maid of the pampas gets paid in advance for sucking banana-shaped pricks, for the Conchita considered herself very lucky three pounds of beef jerky that she gripped in her right hand for payment of what she was holding in her left and sucking with her mouth.

Eddie released his bolos, grabbed Conchita by the can and yanked her mouth hard against his groin.

"Aaaaiiiieeee! Aaaahiieeee!"

God! Maria! His cock had never been sucked like this before! His prick was on the verge of coming but because he had so much romantic and lusty blood coursing through his system, Eddie Caruso knew better than to feed this old maid her duly-earned sperm.

Eddie held back his cum.

His balls slapped against her slobbery chin.

"Mmmmmmgggggffffff! Mmmmmgcgggffff!"

Conchita prayed to God that Eddie would hurry up and cum in her mouth. She couldn't wait to run home and tell Papa about how much beef jerky the gaucho had given her for sucking his banana-shaped prick. Her papa would be so happy – so would her eighteen brothers and sisters who would gobble up the three pounds of beef jerky with nary a gracias.

Conchita sucked hard. Ohhh, his prick was almost there. She could feel it in her old bones.

Eddie knew he was almost there, too. Ah! Sweat was running down into his eyes. His balls felt like beef jerky. His prick felt as hard as the stainless-steel crucifix that dangled against his red gaucho shirt. His asshole tightened or, rather, he tightened his asshole.