The large celebration for Cinco de Mayo was in full swing when Mal arrived. He searched the crowd looking for his two friends, Steve and Tom, finally seeing them at their designated meeting spot.

The streets of downtown Oak Valley were closed for the adults-only special event. There were mariachi bands roaming the streets, dancing groups performing on several stages, other musical bands, food trucks, beer tents, and full-alcohol bars featuring margarita’s and other tequila-based drinks. Flags of Mexico and other decorations hung over the eight block downtown area. The event was scheduled from 12:00 pm to 8:00 pm, and it was just after 2:00 pm when the three best friends met.

While many think Cinco de Mayo is the equivalent of Mexico’s Independence Day, it is really a celebration of victory of the Battle of Pueblo versus the French in 1862. The past thirty plus years it has become an unofficial holiday in the United States, especially in the southwestern states that border Mexico.

“The Boys” decided to get a round of margarita’s take a quick walk around to see what was available food wise, eat lunch, and then enjoy the afternoon… and hopefully hookup with some single women. After finishing their lunch, they grabbed another round of margarita’s and headed toward one of the stages where a local Mexican rock band was scheduled to perform.

As they listened to the music and eyed four young Hispanic beauties, Steve joked, “Should we ask those girls if their mothers are single?”

The young women were in the twenty-five to thirty age range, and our trio of men had all turned fifty the past year. “The Boys” all met in high school, went to the same college two hours from Oak Valley, and returned home to start their adult lives. All had married, had children, and then life threw them all a curve ball. Tom got divorced, Mal’s wife passed of cancer, and then Steve’s wife “came out” as a lesbian. Suddenly, within two years, all three were now single.

“Hey, let’s move up to the front,” said Mal. “There are single women dancing together.”

“I’m not dancing,” whined Tom.

“How do you expect to get laid?” asked Steve.

They stood off to one side of the makeshift dance area and surveyed a handful of couples, and several groups of single women. Mal pointed out one group of five ladies and suggested they go ask a few of the women to dance. The men eyed the women, and all soon started “calling dibs” on the women.

Steve wanted the tallest woman since he was six-four, Mal pointed out the voluptuous curvy woman with a Kardashian booty, and Tom selected the thin petite woman with a purple tint in her hair. The three men slowly approached and said hello to the ladies. After learning their names, the guys asked the gals to dance.

After dancing several songs in the warm afternoon heat, one of the girls suggested around of margarita’s. The women looked for their two friends, and Steve’s new friend, Leticia, saw a text message saying they moved on and for the three to enjoy themselves.

Sitting at a small table, under a tent, the six new friends enjoyed their cold icy lime cocktails as they cooled off. The girls gave the boys a police interview, asking about their jobs, marriages, kids, college, etc. In return, the women volunteered information about themselves, relieving Steve he didn’t have to ask pointed questions.

Mal and his friend, Lola, were hitting it off well and were the first couple to flirt with each other, and within minutes Mal was giving her a soft kiss on the lips. Lola quickly kissed him back.

“Slow down,” teased Emily, Tom’s dance partner.

The chemistry between Lola and Mal was electric and both were getting the “feels.” Mal wanted to get her away from her friends for a bit, so he suggested they check out the block with various vendor booths. Not ten steps into their walk away from the others, Mal took hold of her hand. Lola looked and him and smiled.

“I don’t want us to get separated in this big crowd,” he said in a sarcastic tone.

**

An hour later Lola’s phone dinged. It was a text from Leticia. “Did you two leave? We’re still at the table. The guys bought us another round.”

Lola showed Mal the text and both laughed. They discussed heading back to the others, about four blocks away. She then commented that she needed to use a restroom and did not want to use the porta-potties at the end of each street.

“I have a solution. One of my insurance offices is a block away, you can you’re the ladies room there,” said Mal.

They made the short walk, he opened his front door, locked it from the inside, and led Lola to where the restrooms were. A few minutes later she found him in his office, sitting behind his desk.

“Hey, no working today!” she joked.

“I’m not,” Mal said, “I’m just looking at Saturday’s mail.”

Lola had walked around his desk and was standing next to him. Mal spinned his chair a bit, grabbed her hand, and asked, “Would you like to sit on my lap?”

She smiled and sat sidesaddle across his lap. As they looked into each other’s eyes they both leaned in and were soon in an enthusiastic kiss. Mal couldn’t resist himself and one hand was lightly rubbing her breasts over her shirt, causing her to moan as their tongues danced the flamenco. He soon had his hand underneath her shirt and toyed with her nipples. This made Lola grind her ass into his growing manhood.

“Take off my bra,” she whispered into his ear.

His fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, releasing her big, full boobs. Mal caressed both tits, pinched her nipples, and then pulled her turquoise V-neck shirt over her head. She had a wonderful rack, mocha brown one-inch areolas, and dark hard nipples. He held one breast and licked, kissed, and began suckling on her boob. Lola was moaning and running her hands through my hair.

“Yes, I love my boobs sucked,” she said between ohh’s and ahh’s.

Mal moved one hand down her tummy to her black shorts and rubbed up her thigh to her kitty. Lola spread her legs and my hand right to her honey pot. He rubbed her kitty over the twill fabric; she wiggled her ass once again. His cock was aching and needed to be unleashed and touched.

“I want you. Right here, right now,” he said. “I want to taste you first.”

In less than a minute both had stood, dropped their shorts, stepped out of them, and Lola had removed his polo shirt. She guided him back into his leather office chair and got on her knees as she slowly stroked his fat seven inches.

“Mmmm, you’re long and thick. My lucky day,” she giggled.

Lola licked his shaft, teased his helmet head, and then slowly took as much as she could, about six inches. As she sucked on his crown, she stroked the shaft with one hand and fondled his hairless balls with the other. After about five minutes of pleasure, he had her stop.

“Sit on the edge of my desk,” he directed Lola.

Mal lowered his chair, spread her legs, and rolled the chair as close to her as possible. With his hands grasping her hips, he kissed her inner thighs and mons. His first lick was slow and deliberate, using the wide mid-section of his velvety tongue. When he glided over her clit she moaned.

“Finger me and suck my clit,” Lola told him.

She was already soaking wet from sucking his cock for five minutes, so his two fingers easily slid into her juicy pink taco. He went in and out twice and then began rotating his wrist as he thrust his fingers into her pleasure palace.

When he focused on her clit, first with a few flicks, and then sucking, she was moaning and mumbling dirty phrases. “Eat me,” “Make me cum,” and “Pinch my nipples” were just a few. Lola had leaned back, placing her arms behind her, firmly planted on his large walnut desk.

Mal was enjoying her sweet and tart nectar and noted she would flinch when he would do his slurping. Lola’s legs started to quiver, and she soon released a high-pitched squeal, “I’m cumming!” Her legs clamped around Mal’s head for several seconds until her small orgasm subsided.

“Holy shit, you’re talented,” Lola stammered as she recovered, trying to catch her breath.

Mal stood from his chair, stoked his cock a few times, and stepped up to her and the desk. He slapped his meat on her sensitive pleasure nub, rubbed his mushroom head up and down her wet slit, and pushed into her wet pussy. He slowly went in and out several times as their lips met for several kisses. After two minutes he told her to stand up, he wanted her from behind.

“God damn, you’ve got a nice phat ass,” he said as his hands rubbed all over her two butt cheeks. Mal spread her cheeks to get a look at her starfish and was pleased to see she had been waxed recently. “Do you like ass play?”

She looked over her shoulder at him, “You can lick and finger me. I’ve never had anal sex,” she confided.

Mal bent over and licked up, down, and around her browneye before he probed her hole twice with his tongue. He held his dick and ran it up and down her ass crack several times before thrusting into her.

“I need to cum, so I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. Is that ok?” he asked.

She smiled, “Just the way I like doggy,” she told him.

He started slow but was soon slamming into her big Kardashian booty with all his might. “God, you feel so good. You’re warm, wet, and tight.”

Lola looked over her shoulder again, “Fuck me! Harder and faster, and cum in my cunt,” she moaned.

Mal went turbo with his thrusting as he held her by her wide hips. He was making neanderthal grunting noises occasionally and would throw in an ass slap about every sixth thrust.

The next thing he knew, Mal felt Lola’s hand massaging his balls, and it felt amazing. “Yes, rub my balls, baby!”

Both were breathing heavy and moaning and groaning in sexual pleasure. Lola felt his cock grow and twitch, “Yeah, cum in me! Gimmie your jizz!” she said.

Mal thrust two more times, burying his manhood deep in her pussy as he climaxed, shooting four or five blasts of spunk into Lola. He held her hips tight, keeping her ass pressed up against his body. As his cock shrank, he fell back in his chair.

“Don’t move, I want to see my cum run out,” he told her.

Lola giggled, “You freak. Why don’t you clean me up and snowball me? I want to taste your cum.”

Mal buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking out his seed. Lola then turned around as he stood up. They then kissed and he gave her his warm white man milk. Lola opened her mouth, showing him the pool of baby batter before she swallowed his spunk.

As he sat back down in the chair, he looked at her and said, “Who is the freak now?”

THE END
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