This is a story I started a few years ago, and yes, it is aiming to be extremely pornographic;
Juarez stood with his arms over the thick concrete barrier overlooking the canal. A barge was coming through the locks as it crossed from the Pacific to the Atlantic. A bottle of finest Russian Vodka was standing next to him on the barrier and it was half full, or half-empty, depending on how you perceived life. For Juarez it was half full.
His wife, Clara, was in love with him, his wife’s sister, Maria, was in love with him, his next-door neighbor’s daughter, Juanita, was in love with him. He was in love with Carlota, the local slut, with huge breasts and libidos that even a nymphomaniac Aphrodite could not compete with. Juarez was a hot-blooded male that thought with his penis, leaving his sub-conscious brain to ponder on more important philosophies of life.
The year was over, a new one was going to begin. For him, a New Year’s Day was like every other day, you went to sleep and got up in the morning. Like a Sunday, you didn’t go to work, and that meant more sex. Juarez took another swig of Vodka. Swilling the vaporous oily liquid around his gums, the night air cooling his body whilst the alcohol numbed his senses to the cold.
Now his mind was dim, and a warm sensation grew between his legs. All he could think about was Carlota, how much her pendulous breasts would sway when she walked or jiggle when she laughed. How her gorgeous wide lips and juicy tongue would fill his mouth with the hot sweetness of lust. He knew what he must do, and do it now.
Juarez marched off towards Carlota’s house, the Vodka long forgotten. His member hot and hard, his mind leering at nude photos of sexual assaults and wrapped bodies, even the Kama Sutra would blush. As he neared Carlota's house he could even feel her warm mouth around his aroused member, sucking, slurping, and licking him to a climax. Whilst his hands felt her wet hot hole and his fingers and tongue would bring her into an earth shattering orgasm.
Her house was the last one on the end of a dismal lit dirt track road. Encroaching palms and jungle growth threatening to devour it into its dark clutches. Smoke, rising from the small chimney, a tin roof with a lot heat warming it in the winter's night. Like shadows of long lost lovers seeking mates in a netherworld, steam, rose from the roof in unison with the chimney smoke. Juarez grimaced at the thought of his member, spent, lost in the folding's of his whore’s hole and her laughter taunting his manhood to perform again and again. He grimaced at his life, so full of sensuality, manhood, sweat and desire. He grimaced at the look of love in his wife's eyes, knowing that they knew of his infidelity. He grimaced because Juarez was a Christian, a Catholic, and a devout believer. He grimaced at the thought of confession and at the words of his padre, Father Christos, who angrily chastised him "You are in the clutches of the worst demon of all, yourself, your own bad thoughts. You are in the clutches of lust, desire, and self-satisfaction. You are lost to your own ejaculations, your own physical actions, your chemical desires, biological orgasms." Father Christos, the cleric, physician and lawyer. A great man in a little job. Juarez nodded in disgust and let his inner voice take over, his desire to release all, to come in a volcanic eruption of sperm and sweat. Juarez entered Carlota's house and saw her lying in bed stroking her vagina with one hand and massaging her breast with the other, moaning in self-satisfaction. Candles burned their shadows away, showing numerous sexual toys aligned all over the walls. Vibrators, whips, dolls, pills, and balms. All waiting to give her more and more pleasures. Carlota lived for self-satisfaction, lived for pleasure, lived for sex and the ultimate infinite orgasm.
Juarez moved like a cat, slowly, cautiously, and most of all, silently. He reached Carlota's bed and looked down at her, his member stiff like a flagpole, hot, red, and throbbing. He opened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, then took down his underpants, he held his nine-inch-long and tree trunk thick penis in his rough callused hands, feeling the raw power of lust pulsate throughout his body. He grunted in mind numbing ecstasy and Carlota's eyes opened in shock. She looked up at Juarez and smiled. A smile of delight, for tonight she would have male in her, man meat, hot and hard, filling her, feeling her, exploding in her. Her body tingled with anticipation for the invasion of her privacy. Licking her lips in enticement, she jutted her hard nipples up at him and he reacted as an animal would, he bent over and cupped one in his hot wet mouth. His tongue licking and creating a vacuum as he sucked her mound of flesh.