"Fuck his ass and his arm pit hairs will grow," I heard the Virgin's voice say. I began to do just that, sticking my thick cock slowly into the man's butt, eyeing his armpits and noticing the unthinkable-- the deeper I plunged my hardon into his ass, the more I noticed a thick, coarse patch of night-black hairs growing from his armpits! They became so long and bushy that I was able to grab onto them with both hands, pulling on them as the Mexican screamed and arched his back up. He felt the excruciating ecstasy of his arm pit hairs being pulled simultaneous with my dick driving into him. I was in a frenzy, filled with the soul of a pack of wolves, inspired by the robust spirit of hearty Mexican food and guided by the wisdom of the sweet, beautiful Virgin.

My victim jerked himself up and down as I sat on my knees and tugged his pit hairs, sticking my dick in deeper and deeper, drenched with sweat underneath the scorching August sun. I felt like a child on the beach, poking a fish on dry land with an ice pick as it flopped up and down and I mischievously plucked off its scales while it breathed through its gills and the arm pit hairs became longer and longer until I felt like I was a regal general riding my horse into battle. The Mexican relaxed his sphincter. If I were a basketball player I'd say that the rim became bigger and I could now hit three-pointers all day long as I screamed, "Yeah, flop about you fucking fish taco! You'll think twice before you make deals with me which have anything to with ass fucking!"

"Oh yes, gringo, your dick, it fills me! Fill my shell with your gorgeous spicy meat!" I did just that, getting this guy to sit up on his knees and arch his ass in the air as I got in his fuckhole even deeper than before, deeper than I bet he'd ever felt as I tugged on his pit hairs with all my strength in one direction, rammed my cock in his ass in the other direction until he felt like he was being compressed into a fucking flat tortilla. Soon I was cumming into his hot, dark asshole. He felt my ocean of cum flow deep inside his rectum and we both collapsed out in the lawn, way too tired to carry in the rest of the tokens.

At some point I looked up and saw a familiar face. It was Burnie, owner of the Howling Jalapeno. "Yes, it seems you have passed the test, dear Bobby," he said, staring down at me with his yellow eyes. "Or should we now call you "Bobby Burrito? I was wondering how far you would go to make a sale. Your ambition will come in handy while you are working for me!" At that moment I had the funny feeling that my life was about to be transformed.