Not wanting to disappoint my strange hosts and being hungry as hell, anyway, I began grabbing the tacos and burritos and stuffing my face with them. I crunched into the hard taco shells and tasted the spicy hot sauce, the rich cheese and tangy sour cream as it all crawled down my throat and mixed with the semen in my belly. I looked about the picnic table and all the Mexicans smiled at me in approval. I just let the sour cream and salsa drip down my chin. I got a strange feeling from the atmpsphere inside the tent, as if what I was eating was more than just food to them, as if somehow they had all attached much deeper, more meaningful ideas to the seasoned ground beef and emerald, crispy lettuce than its mere purpose as a nutrient. It seemed to me that they had put a profound importance on its qualities of pleasure, that by eating the tacos and burritos they were engaging in the beauty and wonder of life, even more so when they offrered their succulent food to total strangers.

I took a moment to stare up at the menu board below the counter and cash register where an old Mexican woman stood ringing people up and I noticed that the prices were, indeed, very cheap. A resident of any college town the carnival trraveled to could feed their whole group of friends or an entire sorority could stuff ther bellies for a mere twenty bucks! And it was the best Mexican food I had ever tasted! I began to feel actual sexual pleasure from eating the tacos and burritos, like they possessd some sort of erotic power or maybe the food was soooooo tasty that it enabled my senses to cross that fine line between sex and food, in that marvelous realm of the "food fetish," where food is wiped all over the female breasts, all over the male cock and eaten as sex and food unite. But I had never heard of this being done with Mexican food!

My suspicions began to be confirmed as I suddenly felt a wet, warm feeling on my cock below the picnic table. I had been so engaged, so absorbed in my feast that I hadn't even felt my pants being unzipped! I felt what must have been a warm wet mouth going up and down on my hard cock as I ate. Then I felt a huge hand on my inner thigh. I looked to my right and saw the hairy cop winking at me, smiling as he said, "Not only does it taste good, it feels good, yes? Do you like getting your cock sucked as you eat a taco?"

"Oh boy, do I," I said, smiling as food dripped out of my mouth. The big, burly bear-like "policeman" then planted his mouth upon mine as I transferred a chewed up mouthful of ground beef into his mouth and we shared in our love, delighted in our mutual feeding frenzy. It was his hairy hand which rubbed my inner thigh as somebody else was down below slobbering on my dick. After spending so much time in the bathroom stall sucking the cocks of others at the library it was soooo nice to feel someone else returning the favor. Whoever it was really knew how to "polish the brass" and they timed their expert licks and sucks with the rhythmn of my chewing upon the tacos, with every crunch of a crispy hard corn tortilla shell I felt the person deep throat me, felt my prick rub against the back of their throat until soon my plate was nearly empty. My belly was so near to exploding from all the day's cum and food that I wondered if I'd even be able to stand back up!