"Miss Parsons, the gas station guy is over there behind the rest room," Mary Ellen said excitedly as she came running back to the van, "and he's doing something weird!"
"Where's Roberta?" their teacher asked the blonde 13-year-old.
"She's still in the John."
"Get into the van, dear, and I'll take a look," Lizbeth replied. Since she had been hired to bring the two young girls on the Christmas vacation junket to California, while their parents did adult things on the Riviera, she felt it was her duty to know what was happening every minute. That meant, in the present instance, to make sure Roberta wasn't being pestered by the station attendant.
He was the kind of kid that Lizbeth didn't like�pimply faced and, she suspected, sneaky. She hadn't cared for the way he had looked at her and the girls when he had come out of the secluded rural station to put gas in their van. Right after the girls had gone to the restroom, the attendant had disappeared inside the station�and evidently out through a back door, if what Mary Ellen had just reported was correct.
The 25-year-old teacher arranged the tumbling waves of ash-blonde hair around her shoulders and set out toward the cubicle marked Ladies, at the far end of the station's only structure. As she walked, her beige knit dress lovingly embraced the prominent rolling curves of her bottom. The just-as-prominent globes on her chest quivered restlessly.
She moved up to the corner of the ladies rest room and stealthily peeked around it. Her blue-green eyes widened, and her pink lips formed a shocked 0.
The lanky station attendant was bent forward, his eye to a hole in the wall, obviously peeping into the rest room. His jeans gaped. Jutting out was a long, bonelike protrusion which exceeded Lizbeth's wildest imaginings of what an erect penis would be like. Mature as she was, she had led a sheltered life as a teacher at a private school in a small Alabama town, and she had never seen a man's lovemaker.
She stared and became throbby inside� not only from the sight of the youth's horny penis, but because of what he was doing with it. The nasty kid was pumping his hand on the iron-hard, uplifted shaft while the rosy knob at its end swelled with, each down-stroke, bulging like a ripe, juicy tomato!
How utterly filthy! Lizbeth thought. Yet for some perverse reason, she was thrilled.
She remained watching, getting more emotionally involved by the moment until the door of the rest room opened and, from the corner of her eye, she saw dark-haired Roberta emerge and hurry back toward the van. The youth straightened, still clutching his erection, and Lizbeth had to back up quickly, lest he catch her watching him.
Her heart pounded, and her nerves were aflutter. She was seized by a giddy impulse which made her do something she would not have believed herself capable of: She rushed into the rest room and tremblingly shut the door. As she turned her back to the potty, she glimpsed the hole in the wall just above it and�yes! The kid's eye was at the hole again.
Oh, goodness!
Lizbeth pulled up her knit skirt and, because the garment was so clinging, it rose slowly, slithering along her stockings. Her tapering thighs expanded the tops of her filmy nylons, which were cinched by garter clips. The narrow white straps attached to the garters pressed against her firm, creamy-toned thighs as they extended up to the white lace edging of her pink panties.
She hauled her skirt all the way to her waist and stuck her bottom backward, right toward the hole in the wall. Her plumply rounded buttocks stretched her thin panties to near bursting.
Stroke your nasty, stiff cock, you dirty boy! she thought obscenely, and she waggled her bottom above the John, feeling her buttocks wobble in her silk pants.
Oh, my! she thought, blushing wildly. Nasty is right! I'm nasty!
BUT I DON'T CARE!
Remaining bent forward, with her backside aimed right at the hole in the wall, she peeled her panties away from her bottom. She felt a catch in her throat as she knew that the masturbating kid could see her most treasured possession.
Do you like my PUSSY? she mentally asked, thinking a word she would never have dared utter. The hairs on it are really blonde, aren't they? And silky, too! How about my pink slit, where no man has ever stuck his nasty thing?
Would YOU like to stick your long, stiff thing into ME? I'll bet you would!
She was tingling intensely by that time, and she couldn't resist the urge to do something even more nasty�to grasp her springy-soft buttocks and spread them wide apart.
See my asshole! she thought. Oh God, do you LIKE it? I think it's so cute, with its little brownish puckers that come together in a pink tiny pout.
Would you LICK it, you dirty guy?
Shaking inside and blushing furiously, Lizbeth sat on the John�right down on it, which was something she usually didn't do in strange toilets. But she had to this time, because she had to pretend to pee. She didn't want the station attendant to think she had come into the rest room for no legitimate purpose because then he might suspect that she knew he was watching, which would be awful! She couldn't really urinate, however� not as excited as she was!
She didn't sit on the pot very long, because she was anxious to show the kid her pretty ass once again, while she went through the motions of wiping it. Her hand shook as she snatched some toilet tissue, and she rubbed the softness of her blonde-haired pussy. She rubbed her little asshole, also, because it felt good. Then she dropped the paper into the John, flushed it, and pulled her panties up. She wiggled her clingy skirt down.
Lizbeth rushed from the rest room, drenched with shame. Whatever had possessed her to behave so wickedly? How could she face the attendant when he came to collect for the gas?
Even worse, in a way, was how her body felt�all tight and tingly.
"Where were you, Miss Parsons?" pert Roberta Travis asked from a window of the van.
"I had to go to the rest room," the flushed and nervous teacher replied. "Didn't you see me coming out of there?"
"But you said you didn't have to go," Roberta reminded her.
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Lizbeth exclaimed. "What difference does it make?"
She got back into the van which bore the neatly lettered inscription, Sunny Slope School, Baxter, Alabama. It was an integration escaper which the better-off white families of Baxter used.
"Did you see that guy?" Mary Ellen leaned past Lizbeth's shoulder to whisper, indicating that it was a secret shared by just the two of them.
"Yes ... uuh . .."
"Here he comes!" Mary Ellen announced suddenly, and sat back.
"That'll be nine-eighty," the station attendant said as he glanced guiltily at Lizbeth, then at the 14-year-old dark-haired girl who sat beside her. Showing through his bashfulness was a sly twinkle, as if he felt he had gotten the better of them.
Lizbeth fumbled with a credit card which one of the girls' parents had given her, and she tried to avoid the kid's eyes. She was still blushing as she thought: He saw my ASSHOLE and everything!
He made no remark as she signed the sales ticket, but just kept watching her slyly.
Lizbeth was glad to step on the gas and be gone from there.
"Well, what was he doing, Miss Parsons?" the blonde 13-year-old behind her asked.
"Who? What?" Roberta spoke up. "What're all these secrets?"
"It was, uh. .. nothing, girls," their teacher said, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she guided the van along a scenic secondary highway. "Now let's be quiet and enjoy the scenery."
Neither girl seemed satisfied by the answer, and they glanced at each other inquisitively.
The trio arrived in San Diego late that afternoon, and Lizbeth rented a double motel room.
As they were getting ready for bed, and Roberta was in the bathroom, Mary Ellen approached her teacher.
"Miss Parsons .. ." the adolescent began hesitantly, "maybe I shouldn't keep asking, but I really do want to know what that guy at the gas station was doing."
Lizbeth stared at the innocent young girl and realized she would have to respond. Still, she chose to weasel a bit.
"What did you actually see?" she asked Mary Ellen.
"Well, he was standing in back of the rest room, kind of bent over, and something huge was sticking out of his pants! I really didn't see it good, because I didn't want to stare." "I'm glad!" Lizbeth said. "What was that, Miss Parsons?" "You don't know?"
The blonde 13-year-old shook her head.
"Well, it was . .." Lizbeth averted her eyes and blushed as she continued, "his penis, darling. It was big and stiff because .. . well, he was excited. And he was playing with it. He's a nasty boy!"
"Why was he playing with his penis?" Mary Ellen asked. "Don't boys just go bathroom through that?"
The child was even more naive than Lizbeth had thought. Having to explain everything was making the teacher hot again. She wished that she could rub herself.
"Boys have sex with their penises, too," Lizbeth said, then got a bit carried away and blurted, "They stick them into girls!" Instantly ashamed of her bluntness, the troubled teacher sought to put the onus on Mary Ellen by asking angrily, "Hasn't your mother told you anything?"
The child shook her head. Now she was blushing, also.
"Well, darling, it's nothing to worry about," Lizbeth said, regretting her harshness. "As I told you, he's a nasty boy."
"B-but, Miss Parsons ... why was he doing what he was doing?"
Lizbeth, whose nerves were raw, exploded, "Because it felt good, I guess! For goodness sake, Mary Ellen, don't you ever play with yourself?"
"How could I?" the child asked, coloring more strongly. "I don't have a penis!"
Roberta emerged from the bathroom just in time to hear the last few words, and she laughed, "Don't you mean a cock? And I hope yon don't have one! Wow!"
"Roberta!" the teacher exclaimed. "Where did you pick up that filthy language?"
"Everybody says cock," the more forward and slightly older of the two adolescents declared. She added with a wise look as she sashayed past, "Even you sometimes, I'll bet."
That girl is going to be a real problem before we get home! Lizbeth feared. She already had been called upon to scold the child for flirting with boys.
That's probably what happened at the gas station, the teacher surmised. While she was waiting for Mary Ellen to get out of the rest room, Roberta most likely preened in front of that pimply faced kid, and that's what set him off.
But I waggled MY BEHIND at him, didn't I? Lizbeth recalled painfully. And with my panties pulled down! God!
By the time Lizbeth was in bed, alone, and the light was out, she was in such a state that she couldn't resist indulging in her favorite vice. It was her only one until today, when she had exposed herself to the masturbating boy. Would she ever forgive herself for that?
She stealthily glided her right hand underneath the covers and worked her nightgown up. She trailed her fingertips along a satiny thigh and enjoyed the responsive tingle, then let her thighs glide apart.
Moving cautiously, so as not to alert her two charges who were lying in the other bed, Lizbeth began to stroke the fur on her soft, warm pussy. That felt so good that she opened the supple lips of her sex organ and touched the tip of her clitoris, finding it already slick. Her finger glided between her velvet folds and encountered more moisture. She was a veritable swamp down there!
As she began to masturbate purposefully, her thoughts flooded into a familiar channel: She was on a bed, spread-eagled, and tied to all four posts. She was nude.
Her captors were masked and wore shapeless garments that were all alike. But each�and there were four or five of them� revealed a single part of his anatomy, sticking out and upward through a flap of his robe, just as the penis of the service station attendant had stuck out of his pants. The penises which Lizbeth now imagined were more lifelike than before, thanks to her glimpse of the young fellow's organ�and larger, too! She hadn't realized that cocks got so huge.
In her fervid fantasy, the robed and hooded figures closed in on her helpless, supine form. Then she felt their hands�stroking, pawing and plucking at her charms, particularly her full breasts which were so lively that they wobbled at a mere touch. The evil creatures stretched her rosy nipples and let them snap back.
Lizbeth throbbed. Her fingertip, on her slippery little love-bump, was going like crazy, spurred by her imaginings and spurring them at the same time. The robed figures became bolder and more wicked, taking turns at poking their fingers between her spread legs until they had her bobbing up and down on the bed, straining against her cruel bonds.
She hated what they were doing. But her very revulsion seemed to make the thrill more intense. And the fact that she was bound relieved her of any responsibility for the way she felt.
Her vagina, which she imaginarily had relieved of its virginal obstruction, accepted one plunging finger after another into the deeply quaking cavity. Lizbeth tossed her head, causing her blonde hair to whip about, and she bucked furiously against the ropes which tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. The men continued to paw at her bouncing breasts and to stroke her thighs . . . even to reach underneath her and caress her quivery buttocks.
Finally the climactic phase of the strange conquest arrived as the robed men knelt between Lizbeth's tights, one after another, and drove their turgid penises into her slippery, throbbing cunt. She thrilled wildly, from the mere imagining of what it would be like to have a fat, iron-hard cock plugging her body and stroking briskly (as her finger now did against her love-tip). And not just one cock, but one after another. . . slamming into her . . . sinking deeply . . . stroking with animalistic fervor . . . while she was forced to take it!
She gaspingly squirmed between the covers as the imaginary males lustfully fucked her . .. until finally her real frustration was satisfied in a burst of warm pleasure which left her feeling guilty . .. but at rest. She fell asleep.
Chapter Two
MEXICO STRAIGHT AHEAD-LAST CHANCE FOR U.S., the sign proclaimed, and Lizbeth prepared to turn off the freeway.
"Oh, let's go, Miss Parsons!" Mary Ellen begged.
"Yes, Miss Parsons!" Roberta added. "I want to get some souvenirs."
Lizbeth considered the matter as the van rolled along in the right-hand lane, approaching the off-ramp. Perhaps they should take a look at Mexico, as long as they were so close to the border, she thought. People went back and forth all the time, she understood, so it had to be safe. Tijuana was just like an American town, she imagined.
"All right," she told the girls, and changed lanes. "But we're only going to stay for an hour or so. We want to take in Sea World this afternoon."
The young girls squealed and clapped their hands at the prospect of visiting a foreign country, if only for a short time.
Lizbeth was a bit apprehensive, because she, like most Americans, had read the horror stories in the newspapers concerning U. S. citizens held in stinking Mexican jails, sometimes being tortured and deprived of due process. But those were just dopers, she reassured herself. Who cared what happened to them? The Mexicans wouldn't bother her and her girls. And if on some odd chance she did encounter trouble, there would be an American nearby to offer help. Why, Tijuana was practically a suburb of San Diego.
The large gates of the border loomed ahead of her, and Lizbeth's nervousness increased, though she considered it foolish. She prepared herself to answer the questions which she believed would be posed by the border guards: Why was she entering Mexico? How long did she intend to stay?
To her surprise, no officer stopped her on the American side, and the knot of uniformed Mexicans on their side of the line simply waved her through.
It was the simplest thing imaginable, just like driving from one American neighborhood to another, and it reinforced Lizbeth's assumption that Tijuana was more American than Mexican.
But as she looked around at the motley assortment of odd structures, dirt side streets, pavement with chuckholes�and at the dark, sometimes hostile faces that stared back at her�she had to revise her judgment. She definitely was not in the United States. What amazed her was that the transition had occurred so abruptly, yet smoothly.
The girls obviously were fascinated by what they saw around them.
"What does that sign say, Miss Parsons?" Mary Ellen asked as she pointed to a large billboard just ahead.
French was Lizbeth's foreign language, although she knew a few Spanish words and phrases.
"Well, cerveza means beer," she said, "so I guess that's what they're advertising."
"We know that!" Roberta replied snippily. "There's a beer bottle in the picture."
"How about that little sign ahead?" the younger girl asked.
"Alto? Why, that means .. . stop!" Lizbeth recalled just in time to avoid colliding with a rattletrap taxi which passed in front of them, billowing a cloud of acrid exhaust.
Somehow they had gotten off the main route and were in a particularly sleazy part of town. Lizbeth had to steer around holes in the narrow; ragged-edged pavement.
"Look out for that dog!" Mary Ellen cried as a mangy-looking mongrel scurried across their path. They narrowly missed it.
Lizbeth's attention had been diverted by a group of male idlers in front of a bar, who gazed at her with obvious lust. They were dark-skinned and slovenly, and their looks made her shiver. She had read that Latins were especially attracted to blondes. Perhaps it wasn't safe for her and the girls� particularly young, platinum-haired Mary Ellen�to be there.
"I think we'd better turn around and go back, girls," she said.
"Oh, no!" Mary Ellen cried.
"Not until we've looked in the shops!" Roberta added.
"Well .. ."
They stopped for a signal at what appeared to be a main street, and Lizbeth noted some curio shops across the way. She also saw Americans walking into them.
This ought to be reasonably safe, she concluded, and made a right turn after the signal had changed to green. She felt fortunate to find a parking space at the curb, and she headed into it. Surprisingly, the street was broad enough to permit vertical parking on both sides and still allow four lanes for traffic.
"Now I want you girls to listen carefully," Lizbeth said before opening the door of the van. "You're to remain with me every minute. There'll be no wandering away. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Parsons," Mary Ellen dutifully replied.
But Roberta was already hopping out of the van, drawing a glance from a Mexican fellow on the sidewalk as she flashed her bare teenaged thighs.
Lizbeth had never seen so many men just standing around. Didn't they have jobs, she wondered?
"Come along, girls," she said, and herded her two charges in front of her. Her striking bottom undulated in a clingy blue skirt.
She didn't notice the tall, slender Latin, impeccably groomed, who watched her closely from behind shaded glasses. He turned to a man in cheap pants and shirt and said in Spanish: "That one, my friend, with the beautiful, plump ass. I would wager that she is a real blonde�no? And she has those delightful youngsters with her. It is a rare package deal; wouldn't you say?"
The nondescript Mexican in simple garb shrugged and sauntered to the vehicle from which he had watched Lizbeth and the girls alight. His friend, who remained standing on the sidewalk, lit a long, thin cigar.
Meanwhile, Lizbeth and her charges had entered a shop.
"Ooh, look at that baby bull!" Roberta cried, spying a brightly painted plaster toy which was displayed at ceiling height in a corner of the store. She immediately raced up an intersecting aisle, headed toward it.
"Roberta!" Lizbeth exclaimed, but her cry was lost in the mixed hubbub of Spanish and English which swirled about her.
Moreover, Mary Ellen was clutching her arm, calling her attention to a display of leather handbags, so she couldn't immediately pursue the other girl.
When she finally got free, she ordered Mary Ellen to remain where she was, and took off after Roberta. But the more active one had already moved on to another part of the store, and Lizbeth glanced about in mild panic. She took two quick turns and found herself between some high rows of cartons, evidently in a storage part of the shop. She seemed to be alone.
"May I help you, senorita?" an accented male voice inquired softly from behind her.
She turned her head with a start and stared at a handsome young Mexican with dark eyes, who stood very close to her. She assumed he was a stock clerk.
"Well, I'm looking for . .."
She felt his hand. It slowly but very boldly began exploring her buttocks.
Lizbeth's eyes widened, and her lips parted. She was about to cry out, because she felt grossly offended. But the utterly confident look in the young fellow's eyes, and the sureness with which he went about his shocking business, robbed her of her will.
His experienced palm stroked the shivery half-globes which were clasped by the thin fabric of her skirt, and his deft fingers found the faint ridges which betrayed the elastics of her panties. He traced one panty elastic, then the other, as they arched upward across the springy roundness of her ass. Then he audaciously sought out the crotch-seam of her briefs, which bridged her buttocks just above the very soft center of attraction where those bulges joined her thighs.
That she hadn't cried out or run away by that time was a give-away, Lizbeth shamefully realized. And, God help her, the give-away was true! There was something about being far from home and the cloistered environment of her school that had made her a little wild. She would never have permitted anything like this to happen in Baxter.
The Mexican poked his finger at the crack between her buttocks, and she gave a start.
He was speaking softly, almost hypnotically, "And just what was it you were looking for?"
"Well, I .. ."
Evidently not satisfied with the intimacy which his finger was achieving while her skirt and panties were in the way, the audacious man began to pull Lizbeth's skirt up. Still they stood alone, with the murmur of the crowd plainly heard on the other side of the packing cases but separated from them.
Lizbeth's odd blend of excitement and dismay increased as the man boldly stroked her bare thighs, above the tops of her stockings. His hand passed back and forth across her garter straps and around the firm columns which tapered to exquisite fullness. The most remarkable thing about all this was that the man looked directly into her eyes the entire time and seemed to command her by the sheer power of his masculinity.
He raised her skirt higher, and Lizbeth began to quiver. The vice of decency, which had been crying somewhere in the background of her mind, became louder, warning her not to let this wickedness continue. But the man's touch on the bare lower edges of her buttocks gave her such a giddy response that she couldn't stop him from stroking up onto her panties and feeling the springy give of her ample asscheeks through the clinging nylon. He patted her on the panties several times, just hard enough to make her buttocks tremble. Then he plucked an elastic away from one of the rounded mounds and insinuated his fingertips underneath her filmy briefs.
Lizbeth gasped as the man's hand glided across her bare buttocks.
'Tor favor..." he said softly, and took one of her hands, placing it on the protrusion of his pants-front as he slipped his middle finger into the warm; satiny crack of her ass.
Lizbeth's brain was doing cartwheels. Her body was quaking, and she feared that her knees might give way. The man's rigid penis stood in his trousers like a tent-pole, and she gripped it, as if to steady herself.
"Unzip my pants, senorita," the man shockingly demanded as his fingertip touched the sensitive dimple of her anus, making it tingle madly.
Lizbeth groped for his zipper. She was panting, utterly beside herself from long-frustrated desire. As the man caressed her throbbing asshole with the tip of his finger, not trying to break through but just teasing her in a totally wicked way, she snaked her hand into his pants.
Oh, yes�his big, stiff cock! she thought as she grasped the rigid member. She pulled it out of his trousers and it speared upward; all brown and bony-hard, but with a velvety outer skin that glided up and down. She stroked the fascinating, forbidden object while he continued feeling between her buttocks, using all the fingertips of one hand now .. . gliding along the satiny crevice of her bottom, back and forth across her asshole.
He used his other hand to unbutton the front of her blouse and to caress the loaded cups of her brassiere. When he stretched one flimsy bra-cup down, a milky white breast with a gorgeous pink nipple popped out. Doing the same with the other cup, he managed to bare both her breasts without removing her brassiere.
"Ay, Chihuahua!" he breathed. "What beautiful titties!"
Lizbeth's eyes rolled and she flung her head back while she panted through moist pink lips. Though she could no longer see what she was doing, she continued to roll the man's foreskin up and down on his long, hard penis, causing its plum-colored head to swell with hot blood. He gazed at her half-inch pink nipples as he teased first one and then the other with his plucking; twiddling fingers. Then he palmed her quivery globes.
"OOOH!" Lizbeth exclaimed, and she felt herself coming, just as she did when she was alone in bed and played with herself.
The hot bliss spread through her, and she shook. The man bent and fastened his moist mouth around one of her nipples. As he sucked, her orgasm fully flowered, and she clutched his cock so fiercely that it jerked in her hand.
Thank goodness it was pointed slightly away from her, she thought later, so that his vigorous, musky-scented spurts didn't soil her clothes!
Gathering the scattered remnants of her sanity, Lizbeth yanked her hand away from the Mexican's still-twitching rod, and she extricated herself from his clutches. Her panties snapped back against her buttocks, and her skirt dropped. She feverishly stuffed her titties� as he so lewdly called them�back into her brassiere, and her trembling fingers buttoned her blouse.
She turned and streaked stumblingly into the main part of the shop, her cheeks rosy and her hair awry. Her panties, she just realized, were quite wet!
"Miss Parsons!" Mary Ellen cried as she rejoined the two girls who were standing together. "We were so worried!"
"We thought you must have run off with some handsome seen-yoah," Roberta added in her Alabama drawl. If they only knew! Lizbeth shamefully thought, very glad that they didn't.
Well, did you get your blasted souvenir?" she angrily asked Roberta as she pushed her hair back into place. She blamed the unruly child for all that had happened.
"No," Roberta sniffed. "I don't like anything in here. Let's go somewhere else."
"We're going back to the van!" Lizbeth said firmly, and hustled the girls from the shop.
The still-flustered teacher paid no special attention to the man in shirt and trousers who stood near the front of her vehicle. There were so many males lounging around. She just wanted to get out of Tijuana and back on the U. S. side of the border.
She unlocked the van and said; "All right, girls, get in!"
Un momento, senorita."
Lizbeth turned quickly and looked at the man who had spoken. He was the one who had been standing near her car.
"Yes?" she said, then, "I don't speak Spanish. Uh ... no habbles . . ."
"Very well. We will speak English. Is this your car?"
"Yes! Well, I mean I'm using it. It belongs to my employer. Why do you want to know?"
The man in plain clothes produced a badge. "Lt. Louis Sanchez, police."
Lizbeth tensed. "Well, what is it? Did I violate a parking law or something?"
For answer, the man turned and reached inside the van's fender. He extracted a plastic packet which contained white powder and had tape attached to it. "I watched someone place this," he said. "I am quite sure it is dope." "But ... but. .."
"Perhaps we should come along to the station." He gripped Lizbeth's arm.
Terror filled her. "Now, wait!" she exclaimed, bracing herself. "If someone put that in my car, I don't know anything about it. You've got to believe me!"
The two teenagers were watching and listening apprehensively.
"You may explain to the capitan, Miss uh..."
"Parsons. Elizabeth Parsons. I'm a schoolteacher from Baxter, Alabama, and these are two of my students. We're on a vacation trip. Now, really�do we seem like the sort who would . .."
"What is the problem here, lieutenant?" a well-dressed man in dark glasses inquired as he stepped forward.
Sanchez answered him in rapid-fire Spanish, none of which Lizbeth understood. The other man's reply was brief, after which he turned to the frightened young woman and gave a courtly bow.
"Arturo Reyes, attorney at law. I am at your service, Miss Parsons."
"But I don't need an attorney! I haven't done anything!"
"That may be, but a court must decide. Now, if you wish to await that decision in jail..."
"Jail!" Lizbeth exclaimed. "Oh, my God!"
Americans were passing on the sidewalk, some of them glancing her way. But none moved to intervene.
Arturo smiled reassuringly. "Nothing so drastic need happen. Bail can be arranged. I will attend to the details if you wish."
"Well . . ." Lizbeth was anguished. She didn't see why she had to be subjected to any of this�but jail was unthinkable. "Will it be expensive?" she asked tremulously.
Arturo shrugged. "For a young American schoolteacher�no charge. I have many wealthy clients. Let's just say I wish to be of service to you."
Lizbeth smiled despite her predicament. "Well, that's very nice!"
The fact that the lawyer had turned up at the scene of her arrest had made her suspicious of him at first. But since he wasn't asking her for a fee, he obviously wasn't out to take advantage.
He spoke again rapidly to the plainclothes policeman, who nodded. Arturo turned to Lizbeth.
"I have made arrangements for bail to be posted without your appearance, Miss Parsons. In that way, you will be subjected to no embarrassment. It is only required that you remain in the country until your hearing comes up, in about a week."
"Oh, but that's impossible!" she exclaimed. "I have these two girls to take care of."
"Yes . . . yes." Arturo glanced at the frightened adolescents. "I quite understand. They may remain with you."
"But we have no place to stay down here. My funds are limited and . .."
"I was about to offer the hospitality of my rancho. It is nearby."
"Oh, I couldn't let you do that!"
"I am afraid, Miss Parsons, that you have no choice, if you wish me to stand good for your bond. I couldn't accept the responsibility if you were free to return across the border at will. Surely you understand that."
"You mean .. . I'll be under arrest, even though I'm not actually in jail?"
"No, of course not. You simply will be remanded to my custody until the hearing. In other words, I shall vouch for your appearance. Of course, if you prefer to stay in jail . . ."
"Ooh, no!" Lizbeth cried.
"Then it is all agreed?"
"I guess so," she said weakly, seeing no other way out.
Arturo spoke again to the man who had identified himself as a policeman, and Sanchez withdrew.
"Uh, I must make a phone call," Lizbeth said, glancing anxiously about.
"You may do that from my hacienda." Arturo took her arm.
"My car...!" she said as he began to guide her away, the children following.
"That will be attended to."
Lizbeth looked at the two young girls who had been entrusted to her care, and she thought: Oh, why did I bring them across the border to this awful place? Their parents will never forgive me. I'll probably lose my job!
It didn't occur to her, at the moment, that she was in danger of losing much more than her employment.
Chapter Three
Arturo drove Lizbeth and the young girls to the airport.
"What are we doing here?" the surprised school teacher asked when she saw the planes lines up on the ground. "You said your place was nearby."
"It is," Arturo replied, wheeling into a reserved parking space next to the terminal. "But the only way to get there is by air."
Lizbeth bit her lip.
"Is it all right, Miss Parsons?" Mary Ellen asked.
"I think it's fun!" Roberta said, hopping out of the front seat. "We're going to stay at a real Mexican rancho!" She obviously had gotten over the apprehension which her young eyes earlier had displayed.
"It will be fun, my pet," said Arturo, giving her a fond smile as he opened the rear door for Lizbeth and Mary Ellen.
Though he was a man of about thirty-five, Roberta returned his glance flirtatiously.
That girl! Lizbeth thought. I'm really going to have to talk to her!
Then: What am I thinking about? I've got more important things to worry about than Roberta's sauciness!
Obsessed with the problems that plagued her, Lizbeth stuck her legs out of the car and slid forward across the seat without thinking about what was happening to her skirt. Arturo watched as her hem glided high on her luscious thighs, and he obviously admired the display of stockingtops, slices of pale skin, and garter clasps.
Lizbeth caught him watching her, and she yanked her skirt down as she got out of the car. But he already had seen a lot. She hadn't been able to read his eyes through his dark glasses, though he had quickly touched his lips with his tongue.
Well, he was a man, so what else could be expected of him, she thought. He was a handsome man, too. Very handsome . . . and smooth.
Lizbeth smiled at him as she stood up.
He escorted her and the girls to a private plane and helped them aboard. There was only a short delay before the take-off.
"Where are we going?" Mary Ellen, the perpetual questioner, inquired.
"To the gentleman's rancho," Roberta replied. "Didn't you hear him say that?" She glanced warmly up at the Mexican who sat beside her.
He chuckled and placed his hand on her bare knee. "I believe you will enjoy yourself, little lady."
From her seat across the aisle, Lizbeth noted the gesture of intimacy, and she frowned. Was she concerned about Roberta's welfare ... or was she jealous? She set that question aside without dealing with it.
"But how far is it?" Mary Ellen persisted as she craned her neck to look out the window at the ground which receded beneath the plane.
"A couple of hundred miles only," Arturo blandly replied.
"A couple of hundred?" Lizbeth spoke up. "My goodness, that's a long way!"
"We'll be there before you know it," Arturo said as he leaned back and stretched his legs.
It proved to be true, for the fast 6-passenger aircraft, competently piloted by a dark-complexioned man who spoke no English, covered the distance in less than an hour and set down on a dirt strip next to a rambling tiled-roof structure. There were barns and other buildings out back, along with a water tower. All about was rolling rangeland, sprinkled with cactus, where cattle grazed. Except for a dirt road which snaked through the hills, there was no sign of any link to the outside world�no railroad or power poles.
"So you raise cattle as well as practice law!" Lizbeth said to Arturo as the plane taxied to a stop. She was impressed by the fact that his was a working ranch.
"I dabble," he replied, "in many things."
"Are we near any kind of town?"
"Oh, yes. You would not recognize its name, however."
Arturo guided the females to the door of the plane, and the pilot helped them down.
The skirts of the young girls billowed, giving the man on the ground two flashes of white panty. When Lizbeth alighted, she tried to preserve her modesty, but she couldn't help exposing her scissoring bare thighs which were bracketed by garter straps. The pilot took them in but didn't touch her in a familiar way as her feet settled to the ground.
Arturo hopped down.
"I just realized," Lizbeth said, "the girls and I have no luggage."
"That is no cause for alarm. I will supply clothing for you."
She looked at him closely as they walked to the house. His manner seemed to have undergone a subtle change now that they were on his property, far from the U.S. border. Lizbeth had no idea where they were, and that bothered her�but, as Arturo had said, she probably wouldn't have recognized the local names even if he had supplied them.
She was more concerned that her host and benefactor no longer seemed as courtly as before. His attitude had changed to one of cool command.
The house was magnificent�a veritable palace in the wilderness. The entry hall was inlaid with dark wood which matched the massive staircase. The furniture was traditional Spanish, heavy and impressive.
A Mexican girl appeared to greet the hacen-dado. She was young and beautiful, with black hair tumbling about her beige shoulders, bare above a low-cut peasant blouse. She received instructions from her patron in Spanish.
"Please follow Lupita," he told Lizbeth. "She will show you to your respective rooms."
"Can't the girls and I share the same room?" Lizbeth asked.
"Please!" Arturo said brusquely, and gestured toward the stairs.
He was indeed a different man, now that he was on his own ground. Lizbeth's realization that she and her charges were totally under his control made her decidedly uneasy, even in such sumptuous surroundings.
Her room was large and comfortable, and had a private adjoining bath which was fully equipped with gleaming porcelain fixtures, sparkling mirrors, and Spanish tile. The house also was air conditioned and had electric lights, evidently made possible by a private generator.
It occurred to Lizbeth, just before the maid left to show the young girls to their quarters, that the absence of poles leading to the house meant there was no phone service. But Arturo had promised that she could make a call from there! She tried to question Lupita about it, but the maid only shook her head. She obviously understood no English.
Lizbeth paced the expensive rub, apprehension growing within her. If her court hearing was held in a week�and if the charges against her were dropped, which they certainly should be�she still would be able to get the girls back to Alabama before the end of the winter vacation. So really it wasn't necessary to make a call. But she had to be certain that there would be no delay with the court.
Deciding she must have another talk with Arturo, she stepped to the door and grasped its black wrought-iron handle. The door would not open.
A catch came to Lizbeth's throat, and she began to pound on the thick oaken door while crying, "Senor Reyes! Someone! Let me out of here!"
From the dull way her voice sounded to her own ears, she was forced to conclude that her cries were mostly absorbed by the heavy walls, ornate hangings, and massive furniture. She probably couldn't be heard outside.
She strode to the sealed double window and stared out through wrought-iron grillwork at a seemingly endless panorama of rolling, brush-studded hills, grazing cattle, and blue sky. A sense of total isolation heightened her foreboding.
The door opened, and she whirled about. Arturo stood there, without the tie and jacket he had worn earlier and without his dark glasses. Lizbeth saw his eyes for the first time, and they were harsh and predatory, like those of a hawk.
"Just what's the idea of locking me in here?" she demanded.
"Be quiet," he said, and shut the door.
"I will not be quiet!" the young teacher cried as he approached her. "I've done nothing wrong! There's no reason for any of this!"
His arm flew in a sudden, swift arc, and his hand slapped her so forcefully across the face that it sent her sprawling onto the huge four-poster bed.
He stood over her and unzipped his pants.
"I am going to fuck you!" he declared.
Lizbeth's mind was blurred. She couldn't believe she had heard correctly.
Fuck?
Had he actually said. FUCK? Of course not!
But he had hit her�awfully hard. That had shocked and hurt her, as well as making her brain woozy.
She struggled to a sitting position and stared at the Mexican through glassy eyes. His pants were open�but, thank God, nothing was sticking out!
He was bluffing, obviously. He wouldn't dare attack her!
"Why did you hit me?" she whined, and began to sniffle.
"Because I don't like women who talk back. You will never talk back to me again�do you understand?"
He dropped his trousers.
"Now, wait!" Lizbeth cried. "I don't know what you think you're going to do, but..."
He grasped her by the legs and yanked. Lizbeth slid to the edge of the bed, her skirt quickly rucking to her lap. Bare thighs and garters flashing, she skidded on her panty seat over the rim of the bed and dropped with a thud onto the carpet. The hard landing, on her thinly covered buttocks, jarred her and made her bottom burn.
She knew now that Arturo was serious. He did intend to take her�to fuck her, as he had obscenely said. She kicked and squirmed. She swung her arms at him.
Standing over her, with his pants around his ankles, shirttails dangling about his boxer shorts, he held her thrashing legs straight up in the air, and he spread them wide apart. His grip around her ankles was so fierce that she couldn't kick free, and her strength was gradually sapped by her futile struggling.
Arturo stared down at the strip of white panty that passed between her thighs and flared out to partially contain her quivering buttocks.
Though Lizbeth was dazed and terrified, and her vision wasn't working too well, she did note the front of the Mexican's candy-striped underwear, which began to push forward.
"You will stop fighting!" he ordered. "It will get you nothing, except that I will hurt you more! And I don't want to mark up that lovely body."
He was right, Lizbeth realized sickly. She couldn't resist him, and she would be hurt if she tried. The tension seeped from the muscles in her legs, and she began to cry.
Arturo dropped to his knees between her thighs. Her knees were steepled, her feet against the floor. Her skirt was wound around her middle.
The hump in the front of Arturo's undershorts stood higher now, and she stared at it while he looked at her lovely thighs. He trailed his fingertips along them and, despite her terror and the burning of her cheek and bottom, she felt an electric thrill.
His fingers stroked lightly up and down the satiny inner surfaces of her thighs, back and forth across the rims of her taut stockings. He took hold of her legs once again, this time behind her knees, and he boosted them up as he bent his head between them.
"Ooooooh, noooooooh . . ." Lizbeth whined as he began to lick her sweet thighs from the tops of her stockings to the elastics of her pants.
Up and down her thighs his damp tongue stroked, spreading tingly warmth through her flesh. She began gasping�half crying, half moaning, because her emotions were crazily mixed, with fear, humiliation, and� yes�pleasure all playing a part. She began scissoring her thighs against the darkly sleek sides of Arturo's head.
His nose approached the center of her panties, and he sniffed the clinging nylon. Her arousal and guilty gratification in the Tijuana gift shop had impregnated her panties with a strong scent of sex, which had grown a bit stale during the interim, but Arturo didn't seem to mind. He not only inhaled deeply, but he began to lick her panty crotch.
Lizbeth's humiliation increased.
She flopped her head from side to side on the carpet, her hair tangling. Her mind was in a furor, and her senses seemed to be going wild.
She felt Arturo pull her panties down, and she feared she was not going to be a virgin much longer.
After all these years, she pondered giddily, who would have thought that she would lose it on a secluded ranch in Mexico, at the hands of a man she had met just hours before? It was incredible. Yet it was happening!
As the man straightened up to haul Lizbeth's panties along her lower legs and off, she suddenly focused on the front of his underwear. The hump in his garment had skidded toward the fly. As he twisted slightly to toss her panties aside, his rigid cock speared out.
My God, it must be a foot long! Lizbeth thought.
Her heart hammered. Fear clutched her in a horny grip. She was terrified at the thought of taking the tall, slender Mexican's monstrously lengthy prick up her virginal vagina.
"NOOOOOOOH!" she cried, and began to kick and swing at him once again.
He bent forward and cracked her hard across a cheek, stunning her. He spread her legs nearly to the snapping point as he yanked them up in the air. But instead of moving forward atop her and driving his sexual spear into her unfucked cunt, he bowed his head once again.
This time he kissed her directly on her pussy.
"Ooooooooo . .." Lizbeth whimpered, and she squirmed, coming back to sharp, responsive consciousness as the man obscenely licked the hair-covered labia which guarded the entrance to her sensuous well.
Lizbeth's pubic hair was not thick on the lips of her pussy; the tendrils were silky and quite long. And they were a delicate light-brown, truly blonde as Arturo had expected.
He tugged at her cunt-hairs gently with his teeth and licked through them, then he began to pry lasciviously with his tongue-tip at the girl's elastically snug labia. Her whining and squirming increased. Though she felt offended by the man's filthy method of attack, and she hadn't forgotten her fear, her tactile sense wasn't immune to the intense stimulation which his tongue-tip provided at the sensitive, moistening slit of her sex.
Oh, God! she thought. Is he going to stick his tongue right IN me!
Indeed that was what Arturo intended, and what he accomplished as he worked the pry between her now blood-puffed hairy labia and began to stroke the very moist and slippery folds within her lovebox.
"OOOH!" she cried, shocked by the intense stimulation, particularly when his tongue-tip brushed the inflamed head of her clit.
Her hips bucked uncontrollably, and she clenched her little fists against the floor.
The lustful Mexican licked more deeply into her luscious honeypot, while his cock stuck up out of his shorts, its veins pounding and its mauve head blood-choked to near bursting point. His nose was buried in her top fluff, breathing deeply of her feminine sweetness, and his tongue took up the tang of her arousal. The wiggly invader worked its way to the rim of her vaginal passage, toured that, then tested the entrance.
Arturo jerked his head up.
"My God!" he exclaimed. "You are a virgin!"
Lizbeth blinked, her body throbbing. "Yes." "Shit!" Arturo said.
"What?"
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" he cried, and leaped to his feet.
"Well, what did you think?" Lizbeth asked, sitting up. "You knew I wasn't married."
"Yes, but no girl over fifteen is a virgin nowadays, married or not!" he declared as he stood over her with his eight-inch, slender cock sticking up from the fly of his shorts.
Suddenly the rage left his face and was replaced by a slight smile. The drastic change of emotions occurred as smoothly as the passing of storm clouds from the face of the sun.
"Get up," he said. "Put your pants on. Lie on the bed."
"Put my pants on!" Lizbeth echoed foolishly, unable to believe it. (The Alabama girl said "pants" like pa-yuntz.)
"Yes, put your goddamned, fucking pants on!" Arturo cried. "You're worth too much to me the way you are for me to take out my own lust on you!"
He strode to the door, his erection still intact and exposesd as he opened the door to cry, "Lupita!"
Lizbeth scrambled into her panties and got up onto the bed. Why on the bed, she didn't know, but she was relieved that she wasn't going to lose her virginity. Wasn't she? Her body still throbbed, and her pussy was very wet.
Arturo backed away from the door, and Lupita entered. The young, black-haired housemaid, probably sixteen years old, stared at his exposed passion, and she smiled. She said something in softly toned Spanish, which Arturo answered curtly. He swung the heavy door shut.
Lizbeth stared, very fascinated by his cock. It was the largest she had seen yet. Or the longest, anyway. The cock on the man in the gift shop might have been thicker. The only thick part of Arturo's was its bulging head, which was quite dark. He had no foreskin. Veins stood out on his upthrust shaft like vines wound around the limb of a tree.
The first thing he did with Lupita was to grasp the scooped neckline of her white peasant blouse and yank it downward. Before Lizbeth's startled eyes, the Mexican girl's rounded, firm breasts popped out.
Titties, Lizbeth preferred to think of them. That's what the man in the gift shop had called hers, and, though the term was undeniably vulgar, it appealed to her.
Lupita's titties were brown as creamed coffee, their tips browner yet. The disks which surrounded her nipples were quite crinkled, and the nipples themselves rounded, not quite as tall as Lizbeth's pink ones.
Arturo grasped the girl's titties and rolled them. Lizbeth watched his fingers sink into the resilient flesh, and she could almost feel them herself.
His hands left Lupita's titties with a snap, causing the fleshy orbs to bounce, and he grasped her by the shoulders. Bearing downward, he forced her to her knees.
Not really forced. She seemed eager enough to go.
My God, what is she going to do to him? Lizbeth wondered briefly. And then it suddenly became clear to her, even before Lupita did it, that the girl was going to treat Arturo as he had treated Lizbeth a little while ago: She was going to use her mouth on him!
It was an act which Lizbeth's decency impelled her to turn away from, but a curious fascination caused her to keep looking.
The Mexican maid grasped the limb which branched outward from the fly of her employer's shorts, holding it between her thumb and fingertips right at the fly, and she tilted it lower so that it pointed toward her mouth. Her gleaming rosy tongue appeared.
Lizbeth stared and felt an odd tingle as the girl began to lick the smooth, bulbous head of Arturo's cock.
He glanced at Lizbeth. "You watch this," he told her. "Lupita is very good. You can learn from her."
He murmured something in Spanish to the girl who was licking his prick, and he stroked her black hair. Her lips widened, her tongue withdrawing, and she clasped her mouth warmly around his cockhead.
Lizbeth watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, and the virgin schoolteacher's stomach lurched. But that wasn't the only response she felt. Her giddy excitement was increasing.
When Lupita began to bob her head, briskly stroking her o-shaped lips up and down on Arturo's cock, Lizbeth felt a throbbing in her throat. The Mexican girl took her hand from the shank of Arturo's organ so that only her clasping mouth held the stiff, upward-slanting shaft as she pumped her lips on it. Her exposed titties trembled.
Lizbeth was salivating, and she had to keep gulping the juice down. She remained very hot and throbby between her thighs.
Arturo lifted Lupita's head from his sexual wand, which flipped almost straight up, dragging a gleaming strand of saliva from her departing lips. She visibly swallowed.
She reclined on the rug and drew her wide, loose-fitting skirt of many colors up around her waist. She wore plain pink panties, which was her sole article of underwear.
Arturo pulled her panties off and got rid of his shorts and shirt. He knelt between her thighs, his cock very erect as he topped the brown-skinned girl.
Because Lizbeth had a side view, she wasn't able to watch his erection part the labia of Lupita's cunt. But Lizbeth saw his shaft gradually sink out of sight into the girl's black puff of pubic hair.
She said, "Ayyyyyy!" and writhed voluptuously.
Arturo looked at Lizbeth as he began to bob his hips, and she watched his long, stiff cock rhythmically appear and disappear into Lupita's clump of black hair. Each time it came into view, it was gleaming wet. The girl had gotten lathered just from sucking Arturo�that was clear to Lizbeth.
She wasn't satisfied with what she could see, and she quiveringly got off the bed and crept around behind Arturo.
Oh, yes! That was much better!
Now she could see his long, rigid organ gliding all the way into Lupita's passionately flared pussy with its profuse encirclement of black hair. The girl's rosy inner lips turned outward each time he withdrew, and her velvety, moist folds caressed every inch of his throbbing cock, right up to the rim on its head; then as he drove deeply into her, her folds turned inward, caressing him again. Lizbeth devoured the sight of every stroke.
She also eyed Lupita's asshole, which was darker than hers. (Lizbeth had looked at her own in a mirror.) The star-like depression between the Mexican girl's plump buttocks was cute, however.
Arturo began to stroke faster into Lupita's clasping cunt.
She clawed at his back and cried, "Chingame! Aay, hombre! Chinga!"
He grunted and fucked her even harder.
Lizbeth stared, her heart palpitating. Her pussy leaked love juice through the sieve of her panties and down her thighs. Since Arturo's back was turned to her and Lupita was on the floor, looking up, Lizbeth felt safe in raising her skirt and pressing her fingertips against her sopped panty-crotch.
She rubbed the slippery, gooey nylon in rapid rotation, then briskly up and down. She tossed her head back, and her mouth gaped open.
She hadn't noticed the mirror on the far wall which gave Arturo a perfect view of her as she diddled herself wantonly while he worked himself to a frenzy on and in the body of his maid.
"AAAAY . . . AAAY . . . AAAY!" Lupita cried, as the man pronged her fiercely. Her buttocks slapped against the rug.
Arturo's prick made a liquid sound as he stroked rapidly in the girl's overflowing quim.
"AAAAARRRRRGH!" he rasped, and drove deep within her, twitching.
She kicked her legs in the air, panting and moaning wildly. Then her feet settled to the floor, and she sighed so deeply and audibly that there was no doubt of her complete gratification.
"Oooh!" Lizbeth said with a little whine, and came. But not like Lupita.
God! she thought lasciviously. How I need a prick!
Chapter Four
Lizbeth was left alone in the locked room, and she had lots of time to think. That wasn't good.
First, she knew it was just a matter of time until she would be deflowered, though not by Arturo. By whom, then? He had spoken of how much she was "worth" to him, as if he had thoughts of selling her.
Like a slave? she wondered.
Like a PROSTITUTE?
Her brief sojourn in Mexico had turned into a nightmare whose total dimensions weren't clear to her, even yet. And she wasn't the only one involved. There were Mary Ellen and Roberta, also, whom she hadn't been permitted to see since they arrived at the rancho.
What was happening to them?
Had Arturo attacked them, God forbid?
Lizbeth didn't really believe he had, because if her own virginity was valuable to him, as something to sell, the virginity of the two teenaged girls must have been worth as much or more.
But how much time did they have?
Her thoughts took a turn, and it suddenly occurred to her that everything which had happened had been too pat, as if it were prearranged. How did she know that the man who had showed her a badge in Tijuana was a real cop? How did she know Arturo was a lawyer? The whole thing could have been an act that the two men put on to con her into Arturo's clutches.
What a fool I was! she thought.
The more she thought about it, the more firmly she became convinced that there were no charges pending against her. That meant, if she could somehow escape from the rancho and find her way to a town, she could get help for the girls, and they could all go home-hopefully before any of them lost what they had brought to Mexico: Their virginity.
She could go right to the police, she now concluded.
Yes! That would be the only place to go.
But how to escape from Arturo? That was her first and biggest problem.
A solution appeared when Lupita brought her a change of clothes.
"Ropa para usted," the girl said, averting her eyes obsequiously as she put the peasant style garments onto the bed.
Lizbeth had to move quickly, and somehow she did, snatching an ashtray off the bedside table and swinging it against the back of Lupita's head. The Mexican girl pitched forward, and lay unmoving.
Lizbeth felt ill. What if she had killed the girl?
But more pressing was the need to get away, and Lizbeth paused only long enough to snatch up the fresh panties which the maid had brought�her's were a fright by that time!�and she streaked through the door, immediately running downstairs while she prayed Arturo wouldn't be in or near the entry hall to grab her. He wasn't. Out of the house Lizbeth ran, clutching the pink panties in her hand.
Her skirt was not well suited for running, and she had to hold it high around her thighs as she raced along the winding road that led away from the rancho. Her metallic garter clips glinted in the fading afternoon sunlight. Her thighs were creamy smooth above her expanded stockingtops.
She stopped as soon as she was out of sight of the rancho, because she had to catch her breath. She took advantage of the opportunity, also, to strip off her panties which were soiled by several secretions of love-juice, and to put on the plain pink briefs which Lupita had brought her. As soon as she had snapped their top elastic against her tummy and had quickly run her fingers around the legbands, tucking those elastics beneath her pouty buttocks, she let her skirt drop.
She balled the used panties in her hand and threw them as far as she could from the road. They opened in mid-flight, then sailed down to land atop a cactus and lewdly hang there. Lizbeth decided that she dare not take the time to go over and remove them to a less conspicuous location. Anyway, she might get pricked by the bush.
She resumed running�loping, really� along the dirt road, while throwing frequent glances over her shoulder, to make sure she wasn't being followed. She got to feeling better and better as the moments passed. It was obvious that she had made good her escape.
But she didn't feel very good physically. She was fighting for breath, and her legs began to ache. She had to slow to a walk.
Another cause for concern was that it would soon be dark. She had no idea how far the nearest town was, and the thought of trudging along the road in pitch darkness terrified her.
The road from the rancho finally intersected with another one which was wider and showed signs of heavier use, but it also was dirt. Lizbeth saw no houses, no structures of any kind�and no sign of human life.
The more tired she became, the slower she walked. She kept looking behind her in the gathering gloom, but still there was no evidence that she was being followed. Was it possible, she wondered, that Arturo had flown away from the rancho before she bopped Lupita, and that no one had yet discovered the girl? But surely, unless Lupita was dead, she would have regained consciousness and sent out an alarm by that time.
Ah, but if she was alone, there would have been nobody to tell. And Lupita wouldn't have taken it upon herself to come after Lizbeth, the latter felt sure.
It appeared that she really had gotten away!
Now if she could just make it into town ...
A sound from behind told of an approaching vehicle, and Lizbeth hurriedly left the road. She ran to some nearby rocks and hid behind them.
When the vehicle appeared, it proved to be an ancient, rattling truck�hardly the sort of conveyance which Arturo or anyone from his prosperous ranch would use. Lizbeth jumped out of hiding, and ran to the road.
The truck's tires kicked up dust as they skidded to a stop. A swarthy, fat Mexican sat behind the wheel, and he grinned at the beautiful blonde. His equally fat wife sat beside him, and two�or was it three?� bobbing, squirming young children crawled over and between them, trying to get a look at the strange light-haired lady.
"Hello!" Lizbeth said. "Do you speak English?"
When that didn't change the grin on the driver's face, or produce a reply, she tried what Spanish she could remember: "Habb .. . no .. . habla English? Uuh ... ingles?"
"No, senorita," the man said.
Oh, good grief! Lizbeth thought. She wracked her brain: "Uuh ... tengo .. . no! VOY Yes, voy a la ciudadr "Si!" the man replied, and followed with a stream of words that Lizbeth didn't comprehend. But he was motioning for her to get into the back of the truck, and that was good enough.
She hurried along the boarded side of the vehicle to its open rear, and stopped cold. The bed of the truck was empty except for some canvas . . . and two black-haired, brown-skinned boys in their mid-teens.
They laughed and spoke to each other in Spanish, then reached down to help Lizbeth onto the truck-bed. She scrambled up, turned and sat between them.
She smiled, her cheeks flushed and her hair a bit disarrayed. "Hello," she said.
Ola! one of them replied.
They both laughed.
The truck gave a lurch and resumed its rattling way along the road. The boys eyed Lizbeth hungrily.
Mexicans, she had heard, matured at a very early age. Though the boys with whom she was riding were only fourteen or fifteen, they had had sexual experience, she assumed and they probably thought they were about to have some more.
How ironic it would be, she mused, if after escaping Arturo and whatever dastardly plans he had for her, she would end up losing her virginity to a couple of farm kids!
Well, she wouldn't let it happen!
When the boys began to touch her, still snickering and exchanging obviously sly remarks, she took the proverbial bull by the horns: She unzipped the jeans of each youth.
That shocked them, and they took their hands away from her body to sit straight up and stare down at their laps. Though she was blushing and fumbling clumsily, Lizbeth managed to remove the boys' little penises from their stretchy briefs and pull them into view. Hot cute and brown and wiggly they were!
No.
Even as Lizbeth thought about the wiggly part, the boys, organs became unwiggly. They stuck up hard. But they remained quite small, and they both had hoods which ended in a ruffled ring encircling the tips of their knobs.
What had worked with the man in the gift shop would work with these kids, Lizbeth blushingly concluded, and she began to stroke their velvety foreskins up and down across the ridges of their cockheads.
"Madrecita!" one of them exclaimed as he squirmed with delight.
"Maaaaan!" said the other, who was obviously a fan of gringo films.
Lizbeth's shameful scheme seemed to be operating quite well. As long as she had hold of the youngster's cocks and was masturbating them�or jacking them off, as she had overheard some of the dirty boys at her school say�they couldn't stick their darling little dicks into her. But their hands were still free and, as their childish lust heightened, they became determined to put their hands to work.
They quickly unbuttoned Lizbeth's blouse. Like the man in the Tijuana gift shop, they perceived that her brassiere was a flimsy, stretchy thing, and they yanked its cups down. They uttered new cries of delight as her lively breasts bobbed free and jiggled with the motion of the truck.
"Que chi-chis!" one of them said, and she didn't know what that meant.
"Lindas tetas!"said the other, which had to mean tits. But why Linda's tits? What made them think that was her name?
Never mind, Lizbeth decided, as she dreamily responded to their rolling and squeezing of her titties and the bumping of the hard truckbed against her ass. She squeezed their throbbing little cocks and stroked them ... more slowly. Somehow she didn't want the game to be over too soon.
One boy bent his head, then the other did the same.
How nice it was, Lizbeth mused warmly, to have both her nipples sucked at the same time, by such eager mouths! The jouncing of the truck jiggled her tittyflesh against their lips. They nursed at her nipples as if really trying to draw milk!
But she would get milk first, she naughtily anticipated while stroking their rigid little dicks up and down.
Suddenly she thought of what she had watched Lupita do with Arturo. If she wanted to try such a thing herself, just to see what it was like ... what better opportunity would she have than now, with these two kids who didn't know her?
Did she have the nerve? It seemed that her nerve had been increasing lately. She had, in fact, become quite bold during the last two days.
She guessed that putting her mouth on a guy's cock wouldn't make her sick�as nasty as the idea seemed�because Lupita did it and she had seemed in excellent health. At least, until Lizbeth had clouted her.
I'll just give one of them a quick lick, she decided, urged in part by the stimulation of their sucking at her tits.
She had to push the boys away from her body in order to bend forward, and they resisted that. But as soon as she managed to dislodge one of them sufficiently to make her move, they acquiesced in thrilled fascination.
She bent to one stuck-up, throbbing cock which she held, and she glided her hand to the base of it, holding its foreskin all the way back. A strange scent drifted up her nostrils�not bad, really, but different. She almost got cold feet. But she was so warm in other places that she bent farther and stuck out her tongue.
"Aaay, mamacita!" the youth cried as Lizbeth's tongue touched the slitted tip of his quivering cock.
That, which followed her stroking of him and his sucking her chi-chi, was all it took. The kid geysered, right against Lizbeth's mouth, and some of his jism squirted back on her tongue while the rest struck her lips. She raised her head, sputtering, and his next shot went in the air.
Lizbeth's taste-buds rioted to the flavor of the fresh boy-cream. She had been stimulated by the tangy taste she had derived from the surface of his cock, as well. Excited as she now was, she wanted more.
She turned to the other lad and bent to his lap. Her tongue quickly swirled around the crown of his stuck-up penis, then she clasped the small rosy mushroom in her mouth. She sucked heatedly, her brain swirling, and the youth glided his hand between her legs.
She came as he pressed the crotch of her silken panties. He must have felt her juice seep through the film fabric while she sucked hard on the head of his little-boy prick, and he shot. This blast went entirely within Lizbeth's mouth, swirling over her tongue and driving her taste-buds wild. Her orgasm increased, and she bounced up and down on her warm, throbby bottom. She swallowed the boy's sperm, because that was about all she could do. She wanted to do it, anyway!
He blasted again, and she swallowed that, also.
He was such a dear, and he had he had such a darling little cock! He spurted some more, and Lizbeth gulped it all down.
Finally she raised her head, glassy-eyed, and licked the jism off her lips. "Wow!" one boy said. The other just grinned happily. Lizbeth cuddled them both to her bare breasts and stared out through the back of the truck�at a man on a motorcycle, who was following behind. He must have been there long enough to see what was going on, because his cock was sticking nakedly up from his lap and he was stroking it with a gloved fist.
Lizbeth blushed several shades of crimson, and she cringed against the youths, trying to hide her face. But she had to peak just enough to watch the motorcyclist go off, his sperm spurting up and arcing to the side as he one-handedly wheeled his bike out and around the rattletrap truck and was gone!
"Shit!" Lizbeth said, for the first time in her life.
The boys laughed, evidently understanding, and she joined in. The whole thing had been terribly embarrassing�but thrilling, also!
And she managed to save her virginity once again.
The town where the Mexican family dropped her consisted of a dirt business street and several intersecting avenues where straggly trees tried to grow and some simple houses stood. A few old cars snorted and chugged about; other inhabitants rode burros.
Lizbeth, attracting the attention of everyone, walked along the main street until she spied a small white-stucco building which had a crudely painted sign that read, Policia. She opened the door and entered.
There were two desks in the front room, one occupied by a large, middle-aged man with officer's insignia on his tan uniform, the other by a skinny younger fellow whose uniform was plain and ill-fitting. His large shoes, which were cocked on a battered desk, badly needed to be shined.
As Lizbeth entered, he uncocked his shoes and straightened up. The officer rose, and a smile came to his round, swarthy face.
"Oh, am I glad to see you!" Lizbeth exclaimed, not bothering to shut the door of the crude office. "Do you speak English?"
"Yes!" the large man said. "I am Guillermo Padilla, the chief of police, at your service."
"Wonderful! Oh, you don't know what a relief this is!" Lizbeth shut her pretty eyes momentarily, as if offering a quick prayer of thanks for her deliverance. "My name's Elizabeth Parsons, and I am an American. I've been held prisoner on a ranch near here."
She watched the police chief's eyes change. A crafty expression came into them.
"Was it the ranch of Sr. Reyes?" he asked, in surprisingly good English for an inhabitant of a remote Mexican town.
"Yes!" exclaimed Lizbeth. "You must have had other complaints about him, I'll bet. Well, he's a very bad man! I'm a schoolteacher on vacation with two of my students, and he tricked us to bring us to his place. He's still holding my girls. They're only thirteen and fourteen years old."
"Aaah!" Guillermo said, smiling more broadly.
Lizbeth considered it a strange response, and she demanded, "Aren't you going to do anything?"
"Yes, I will do something." He barked a command at the skinny fellow, who quickly rose and shut the door. He surprised Lizbeth by locking it.
"What's the idea?" she asked.
"You are under arrest, Miss Parsons," the police chief said.
She stared at him. "But... but..."
"You are already under charges for narcotics possession, are you not?"
"Yes, but. .. how did you know that?"
"It is my business to know things," he said enigmatically.
He glanced quickly at his assistant, who was looking at Lizbeth like a fox might look at a chicken. "What do you think, Pepe?" he asked in English�obviously for Lizbeth's benefit, since the fellow didn't appear to understand a word. "Should we not treat Miss Parsons as we treat every other prisoner and give her a thorough search before throwing her into jail?"
While Lizbeth reacted vehemently against that suggestion, the big police chief translated for his assistant.
Pepe's eyes became even brighter and more greedy than before. Guillermo seemed to enjoy the idea himself.
It was clear to Lizbeth, as she backed fearfully against the adobe wall, that she had done exactly the wrong thing in going to the police. For all the help they were going to give her, she might as well have remained with Arturo!
Chapter Five
Pepe scurried to shut the door�and lock it�while Guillermo approached their terrified prisoner. Wild thoughts were going through her mind, speculations about how it had happened that the police were treating her this way. She hadn't done anything wrong, and she still doubted that the man who had pretended to arrest her in Tijuana was a real cop. So did that mean that these local police�who were real police�were somehow in league with Arturo, as the phony guy in Tijuana was? And how did they know all about her? There was no way Arturo could have phoned them from the ranch.
The entire situation boggled Lizbeth's brain, but she had no chance to ponder over it or ask questions, which probably wouldn't have been answered anyway. Guillermo was closing in, and she knew he intended to give her more humiliation and torment.
"Have you got any dope hidden in your brassiere?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Of course not!" she flared. "I never had any dope! I don't use it, and I don't sell it!"
"Well, we must see what you've got�right, Pepe?"
The ill-kempt, lanky fellow sniggered as he moved up beside his boss. Guillermo snapped something at him in Spanish, and he struck quickly as a rattler, snatching Lizbeth and pulling her away from the wall. He tugged her arms behind her and clamped handcuffs on her wrists.
"Oooh, noooooh . . . please . . .!" she moaned, squirming. "You can't treat me like this!"
But Guillermo obviously felt he was on safe ground, as if in that remote corner of Mexico he was a law unto himself. He reached for the buttons on her blouse and, with Pepe holding onto her arm, there was nothing she could do to keep the heavyset man from opening them, his pudgy fingers moving from one to the other until her blouse was open to her waist.
He pulled the fabric out from under the top of her skirt and spread the edges of her blouse wide apart.
"Aaaaaah!" Pepe said with a lascivious snigger as he looked down at the creamy display of rounded, thrusting chi-chis in their lowcut nylon cups.
Guillermo slid his fat hands over her imprisoned breasts, squeezing a little and making the twin fullnesses wobble ever so slightly. His hands continued under her blouse, to her back, where he fumbled blindly with the hooks of her bra.
Lizbeth bit her lip. She was beginning to color. She felt utterly helpless before these two men�which she was, of course�and she had no idea how far they intended to go with her. They could go as far as they wanted, she realized.
Lizbeth felt her bra give way, and her breasts expanded as they surged forward. Guillermo lifted the cups, exposing her creamy-textured globes with the jutting pink nipples.
"Aaay, Caramba!" Pepe cried, and grasped a full, wobbly tit.
Guillermo wheezed pleasurably and grasped the other one. While the evil men rolled her rounded, pliant beauties, squeezing the springy flesh and tickling her stiff nipples with their palms, Lizbeth shut her eyes and blushed furiously.
This wasn't like fooling with the man in the curio shop, or with the kids in the back of the farmer's truck. Here she was simply being abused, and she hated it. The throbs which emanated from her mauled breasts only made her ashamed for feeling anything at all.
The men let her titties go, and they bobbed buoyantly, her nipples plumper and stiffer than ever.
Pepe gave a groan, and lowered his head.
"Nooooh!" Lizbeth whined as she felt his damp tongue circle the nipple of her right breast and swipe across the stem, bending it. Then his lips clamped onto the dainty spigot, and he sucked like an infant, agitating the fullness of her titty.
"Oooh, make him STOP!" she begged Guillermo.
The big man was watching with obvious amusement, appreciating her anguish as well as Pepe's ardor. Perhaps he was wondering, she thought, when she would start indicating that she liked what was going on. Well, she wouldn't!
She hated everything the man did to her and would go on hating it. She wasn't just some cheap piece of baggage that could be manhandled and made to like it!
Guillermo had discarded her brassiere, evidently satisfied that it contained no narcotics�if he'd ever had any suspicion that it did, which she doubted. Still, he pressed on with the lewd search.
Barking at Pepe to quit sucking their prisoner's nipple and pay attention to duty, the chief pinched Lizbeth's skirt at both sides and lifted it.
"Oooh, for goodness sake!" she exclaimed, her cheeks rosy.
Both men stared at her lovely legs which widened into firm, succulent thighs where her stockings stopped, cinched by metallic clasps attached to taut white straps. These traveled up her pale skin to disappear beneath the leg elastics of the pink panties which Arturo's maid had given her.
From the sheerness of her stockings, and how snugly they adhered to her lower legs and thighs, it was clear that she wasn't smuggling anything inside them. The same could be said of her panties, as the lascivious lawmen raised her skirt higher. Though they were not see-through sheer, they certainly were snug enough to make plain that she had nothing concealed in them except what nature had given her. There were, however, crevices in her body . ..
She wanted to believe that the Mexican police would not go so far as to probe her bodily cavities. But she feared they intended to do exactly that as they began to pull her panties down.
Guillermo pinched the filmy fabric at one side, and Pepe did the same at the other. They used their spare hands to keep her skirt up around her waist, and they watched the top elastic of her panties skid away from her belly button and down to the top tendrils of her pubic fluff.
Both men emitted pleased sighs when they saw she was a real blonde. Pepe got carried away once again and used the hand which had been elevating her skirt to rub back and forth across her shivery, arching buttocks as her panties skidded away from them. His stroking of her naked, rubbery asscheeks, gave her a new, shocked thrill which she tried to deny.
Pepe squatted at one side of her, and Guillermo, still holding her skirt, squatted at the other as they pulled her pink panties down her legs and off. Though she didn't want to cooperate, she felt she had to lift her feet so that the panties could be removed.
"Ay, quee linda es!" Pepe said. "si!" Guillermo responded. "Rubia de veras!"
Lizbeth knew they were talking about her true blondeness, and they seemed to appreciate it greatly. Damn! If she could only run while they were squatted down there, looking at her v-shaped fluff! But with her hands manacled, she wouldn't be able to get the door open.
Should she scream?
Who would come to rescue her in a police station?
Her situation was hopeless. She had to stand and take it!
The rough hands of the policemen stroked up her legs, along her slippery nylons, then skidded off the welts of her expanded stockingtops and onto her smooth skin, whose nakedness was interrupted only by the garter straps that ran to the lacy belt which encircled her tummy. After both men felt her ass and pinched her resilient buttocks, they returned their attention to her legs. Following his boss's lead, Pepe assisted in drawing her legs apart. Lizbeth had to take several quick steps, causing her titties to jiggle and nearly costing her the loss of her balance before her legs were widely spread.
She smoldered in shame as Guillermo placed his coarse hand against her pussy. Pepe sniggered again, his eyes bright as he remained squatted beside the large man. Both stared at the lippy division between Lizbeth's thighs. Then Guillermo rubbed her slightly moist softness.
Her shame intensified when he insinuated a thick finger between her labia.
She jerked away, blushing fiercely, and she cried, "Stop it!"
Guillermo stood. Apprehensively Lizbeth consulted the front of his trouser�but he showed no sign of arousal. This surprised her and gave her hope.
The hope was short-lived for, when Pepe stood, his excitement pushed the front of his baggy pants into a veritable mountain! Lizbeth felt herself grow weak with the sick certainty that before she got out of that grimy police station she was going to be fucked.
If she had to be fucked by someone against her will, she would much have preferred to be fucked by Arturo. Why hadn't he done it to her when he had the chance? Why hadn't he driven his long, sword like prick into her and screwed her and made her like it?
Oh, no! she thought. I don't want to be fucked by anybody! My thoughts are just going wild!
"Please leave me alone!" she begged.
Guillermo's response was to twist her around and send her plunging forward across the top of his disheveled, dusty desk.
What in the world is he going to do to me NOW? she wondered.
She soon had her answer when she felt him grasp her rubbery buttocks and yank them wide apart. She whined miserably, knowing that the men were looking at her exposed anus.
Her circular muscle automatically clenched, causing her starlike gathering of tiny puckers to shrink. She heard an odd sound and, at almost the same moment, felt a glob of slippery moisture land against her anus. Guillermo had spat on it!
She had only a second to try and figure out why he had done that, while Pepe gave another nasty laugh. Then she knew, for she felt the police chiefs insulting finger touch her wet asshole. .. and give a twist.
"OOOH!" she said in revulsion. "Oooh! My God! STOP ittt!"
But Guillermo chuckled in lewd fascination and sank his middle finger even deeper into her super-tight, slippery anus. He wiggled it around, stretching the schoolteacher's asshole like a taut rubber band.
Chihuahua!" Pepe cried as he watched his boss have fun with the Americana, corkscrewing his finger in her ass and pumping it in and out. Her slippery tightness made a lurid, lascivious sound around his plunging digit.
Finally he pulled his finger from her asshole with a sucking Pop!
"I guess you got no dope on you," he said, sounding not at all surprised, as he let Lizbeth straighten up.
When she turned shamefacedly to look at the two nasty men, her eyes widened. Pepe had pulled out his prick and was stroking the brown skin up and down on his rigid pole, which seemed to soar at least nine inches out and upward from his gaping trousers. The dark bulb at the end of his organ swelled each time he stripped his foreskin back, and clear moisture leaked from the hole at its tip.
"Please!" Lizbeth panted. "Don't do it to me! Please don't!"
"Do you suck, Miss Parsons?" Guillermo asked in amusement.
"YES!" Lizbeth cried, eager to seize upon any way to protect her virginity. "Yes, I suck! Oooh, Pepe, let me suck it!"
She dropped bruisingly to her knees, making her titties bounce between the flapping, widespread edges of her blouse, Guillermo quickly dispensed with her handcuffs so that she could and reached for his partner's up-thrust, amazingly lengthy cock.
His shaft was rock-hard, and it had little ridges in it. His blood-choked veins stood out. His glans was swollen like a ripe plum.
Lizbeth bent eagerly forward, telling herself that she was doing this only to save herself from a worse fate, and her pink lips gaped moistly. Both men watched in silent fascination as she capped her mouth over the crown of Pepe's prick, finding it much, much bigger than the knobs of the young boys she had sucked on the way to town. Bigger and juicier, too. Oh, what a raunchy, tangy taste it had!
Lizbeth's senses swirled, and her head turned light, as she sucked the cock of the Mexican policeman.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Guillermo unzip his pants and withdraw a salami-like organ which was thick and long, but not yet rigid. He rolled back his rubbery foreskin, revealing a bulb as purplishly dark as Pepe's but even bigger, though it hadn't yet swelled to its maximum.
Then Lizbeth just shut her eyes and pumped her mouth fiercely on Pepe's cock, as she had watched Lupita do with Arturo. His taste flooded over her tongue, and his musky scent choked her flaring nostrils. She felt a little sick�but wildly excited!� and she wouldn't have stopped for anything.
She wasn't holding Pepe's prick with her hand any longer, and neither was he. His rigid shaft was standing at full salute and required not a bit of support as she greedily sucked on his inflated cockhead and as much of his bone like stalk as he could encompass with each gliding lunge of her blonde head.
Her saliva made his cock-stem- slippery, and she could move her encircling lips rapidly up and down on it. Still, the super-hardness of his column, along with its veins and little ridges, excited Lizbeth's lips which were forced to remain quite well spread in order to accommodate the policeman's dong. With each downward plunge of her mouth, his fat plum of a cockhead surged pulsatingly into the opening of her throat. Lizbeth caught herself wondering why she didn't gag, and the only reason she could think of was that she didn't want to.
She wanted to suck this long, hard stick of man-candy that was thrusting into her mouth!
While she sucked Pepe's prick and swallowed, and while her tongue and hips were stimulated by his long, gliding column, a strange thing happened to her own body. She was becoming physically excited!
She didn't believe it at first. But when dew began to drizzle down her bare thighs, making them slick when she rubbed them together in her unconscious writhing, she knew something was going on!
Her pussy smoldered, sending urgent messages to her brain: Rub me! Make me feel even better! Use your finger on my hot, slippery bump! GET ME OFF!
In her momentary confusion, while she tried to decide whether or not to diddle herself right there in the police station, in front of those men, she quit pumping her lips on Pepe's long, slender cock and just held the bulb in her mouth, sucking on it as if it were a slippery, spongy chunk of candy.
Her cessation of stroking didn't please the young man, and the next thing she knew he had grasped her by the ears! He began to yank her head forward and back, roughly tugging her by the ears until they hurt. While this forced her mouth to stroke briskly on his stiff cock, he returned the favor by pumping against her strokes�avidly fucking her pretty face as he groaned and let his eyes roll back, his balls throbbing with hot tension about to be released "GHAAAWWWGH!" Lizbeth said against the mouthful of plunging prick as the young fellow let go.
Mercifully he quit pumping and quit tugging on her ears. She just let his pulsating cockhead lie against her tongue while it shot spurt after spurt of thick, slimy cum into her mouth and down her urgently gulping throat.
Without giving the matter any thought at all this time, Lizbeth streaked a hand up her thighs, underneath her skirt, and she spread them in her kneeling posture so that she could rub her hot spot.
Guillermo, standing beside her, saw what she was doing, and he uttered an angry oath. Yanking her away from Pepe, he caused the fellow's last vigorous spurt to splatter against her closed eyelids as Pepe's cock sprang upward.
She felt herself being pushed onto her back on the dirty floor of the police station, and she frantically tried to swipe the sperm away from her eyes so she could open them. But she had another problem, also: By that time, her pussy was almost burning up!
When Guillermo yanked her stocking-clad legs apart and dropped between them, she was torn by confusion over what he seemed about to do: Her virginity was precious! She had saved it for all these years, and she didn't want to lose it to a greasy policeman in a cruddy Mexican town whose name she didn't even know...
Or did she?
Her body was crying for the kind of treatment which only a big-pricked male could give!
And the police chief certainly qualified, she saw, as soon as she got her eyes open. His cock was just as long as Pepe's . . . but much thicker! It looked as if it belonged on a stallion, rather than a man. His stroking had raised it to splendid erection, its head as big as a balled fist and its shaft like an arm.
Lizbeth caught only a glimpse of the awesome tool as Guillermo fell forward atop her... and then she felt it. Her eyes widened when the bulbous knob pushed between her dew-coated pussy petals. The mouth of her inner cunt was forced open, and she gasped.
The big man bulled into her, giving a lusty grunt, and Lizbeth shrieked when a white-hot flare exploded in her lower body.
Guillermo stopped and pushed up on his arms to stare at her in amazement. "You are a ... a virgin?" he asked.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, staring back at him.
"Madre de Dios!" he said. "Arturo, for God's sake!" Lizbeth heard herself exclaim. "DO it! Oooh shit, DOOOOO IT!"
Guillermo did it, grinding his horse's prick into her, flaring her unfucked channel with his bulk, burrowing deeper and deeper until it felt to her as if she had a yard of thick, rigid cock sticking up inside her! She panted and squirmed, hurting and loving it. She grasped Guillermo's beefy shoulders. She raised her stockinged legs into the air.
Pepe stared down, his mouth gaping, and his forward-curving cock began to twitch as Guillermo's fat, flabby rump bobbed up and down between the American schoolteacher's thighs.
Still she held on tight and kicked as the man drove his monstrous cock in and out of her virginal pussy. How it stretched her! How it rubbed her hot spot... and all the nerve-endings in her cuntal mouth, as well! Her finger had never made her feel so good!
If Guillermo's rump was flabby, his action wasn't! Like a man half his age, he fucked the blonde norteamericana as if this might be the last fucking he would ever have. And judging by what he had said a little while ago concerning Arturo, perhaps he feared just that!
His throbbing prick pumped up and down in Lizbeth's anxiously bumping vagina. He stayed up on his arms so that he could watch her anguished face as she tossed her head from side to side on the floor, her blonde hair whipping about and getting dirty. Her titties jumped, jiggling, her pink nipples looking so big and blood-choked that they might burst.
She felt the thick ridge on the rim of his cockhead, rippling her channel with each stroke. She felt his bulging veins, as well. She felt every throbbing, bull-thick inch of him, plunging deeply into her, filling her with wild passion.
A tightness rose through her body until it all seemed to gather at her throat. She seemed to be strangling! The tension was unbearable. Then suddenly everything gave way, and the most luscious burst of warmth that she had ever known inundated her, causing her to tingle from tits to toes. She squealed and bumped, her pussy gulping hungrily at the man's cock.
Groaning, he spurted into her depths ... again and again.
Lizbeth swooned.
The next thing she knew, Guillermo was pulling out of her. She felt wonderful in one way, but in another she was sick over what had been done to her ... and how wantonly she had responded to the degradation.
Summoning up some strength, she scrambled onto her hands and knees and started crawling toward the door. Her titties hung down and swayed to and fro. Her skirt had dropped to cover her rump.
Suddenly she felt herself being grasped from behind, and her skirt was flipped up. A hand pushed down on her back, mashing her tits onto the floor, and a man's body forced her thighs forward, elevating her ass.
She looked over her shoulder, and it was Pepe! But how could that be? She had just taken all the starch out of him!
When she felt his rigid thrust parting her cuntal labia from behind, she knew he had gotten his strength back while watching her with his boss. He knifed into her, feeling much skinnier than Guillermo ... but blissfully long! She pressed her cheek against the floor and moaned as his cock pumped inside her.
After a lifetime of saying no and avoiding men's clutches, she was being fucked twice in quick succession.. . and, God help her, loving it! She bumped her ass and panted raspingly as she took thrust after thrust of Pepe's rapier prick, and she was raised once again to a state of quivering, throbbing passion.
The floor seemed to shake beneath her from the force of the young fellow's eager fucking. Or was it her own shameful thrashing and hunching that made it seem that way?
Pepe's hard loins spanked her plump buttocks, shimmying the lush rondules, and she heard the lurid slurping of his cock as it plunged into her liquid depths. She felt his balls swing against her furry tuft.
"Oooh, yessss ... yesssss .. . yesssss ...!" she hissed pantingly while he rammed repeatedly into her hot cunt.
Then finally he was driving deep and spurting as he twitched, she got her second climax, spreading warmly and thrillingly through her .. . leaving her even weaker than before as she slumped motionless and Pepe pulled out.
"Quick!" Guillermo cried to his assistant in Spanish. "We will throw her into the cell with those bandits! Then Arturo will think it was they who took her cherry."
Not knowing what was going to happen next, and so woozy that she couldn't even think about it, Lizbeth felt herself being lifted onto rubbery legs and walked to the back door of the room. It opened to face a single large cell which contained several bearded, dirty men. Keys rattled, and the cell door creaked as Pepe pushed it open. But these sounds were quickly replaced by the lusty cries of the prisoners as Lizbeth was shoved into the cell among them.
"Enjoy yourselves, muchachos!" Guillermo said and, as Lizbeth turned to stare at him in shock, he tossed her panties at her.
The cell door clanked shut.
"NOOOOOOH!" she cried. "MY GOD! OOOOH, PLEEEEASE...!"
But Guillermo and Pepe withdrew to the front room of the station, leaving her in the cell with the filthy men who closed in on her .. .
Chapter Six
"So she's a genuine virgin, hm?" the well-dressed North American asked as the plane circled over el Rancho de Reyes preparatory to landing.
"Indeed," Arturo, who sat next to the man in his fifties, replied. "I have personally verified it."
"You sly bastard!" Sam Palmer chuckled, a bit off the end of a two-dollar cigar.
"She will be your piece de resistance,"
Arturo said. "But I have others to keep you interested, along with the finest of food and drink. You should enjoy your weekend."
"I hope so," Sam replied. "I'm paying you enough for it."
Arturo smiled confidently. He will enjoy himself, the fat Yankee pig! And he will come back. He also will tell his friends, and that is how my business grows.
Too bad I couldn't have taken that blonde big-assed beauty myself! But then I would have had no special lure to bring this rich gringo here. Virgins, especially of her maturity and appeal, are a rare commodity nowadays.
And after she has entertained this Palmer, she will bring me a handsome price in a South American brothel. She has all the qualifications�nice titties, a fine ass, and blonde hair.
The plane landed and, as Arturo emerged, his ranch foreman hurried over.
"Bad news senor," the bushy-haired man with leathery skin said in Spanish. "The blonde has escaped. She overpowered Lupita and ran out of the house. I believe she has gone to town."
Arturo shrugged. "I will get her back as I have gotten back the others. Prepare the care.
I will go into town as soon as I have made my guest comfortable."
He turned to Sam and smiled as if nothing untoward had happened. They walked toward the house, a servant following with the visitor's luggage.
'"You mentioned to me, senor that you might like to sample something Mexican" Arturo said. "May I suggest that would be a good way to begin your stay here? I have a sixteen-year-old that I have been carefully training. Her name is Lupita. You will see her in a moment, because she will be opening the door for us."
Arturo did not have to touch the ornate door knocker. His approach had been observed from inside the house, as usual, and the door was opened when he stepped up to it.
Lupita didn't seem her usual bright-eyed, chipper self, and Arturo drew her aside.
"What's the matter with you?" he said sharply in Spanish, but in a low tone and facing the way, so that his client could not detect the note of concern. "Smile! You are to entertain this man."
"Oh no, senor," Lupita said. "Please! I have such a headache. Didn't Jose tell you?"
"Christ! You will take care of my friend, headache or not, or I will deal with you later for letting la rubia get away."
"Si senor" the girl murmured.
She turned on a smile when she faced the overfed American.
"Aaah senorita!" he beamed. You speak English?"
"I speak Een-gleesh only weeth my body and my leeps senor" she said from phonetic instruction.
That satisfied Sam. He moved up to the girl, slung an arm around her, and patted her fine, firm ass, which was covered by a loose-fitting peasant skirt and panties.
She laughed melodiously and turned to run up the stairs. Arturo motioned for his guest to follow, and thought: That will take care of the gringo for awhile, until I can retrieve the Parsons bitch. My friend Guillermo better have her in good condition for me.
It was understood between Guillermo and himself that the beefy police captain and his assistant could enjoy the ordinary females who escaped from the ranch, invariably showing up at the police station to appeal for aid. That was their special compensation for services rendered�la mordita. But surely Guillermo had enough sense not to despoil a virgin, Arturo assumed. He was, after all, not an ignorant local, but a man specially imported from Guadalajara to take care of things as Arturo, who fronted for the chief landowner in the region, wished them taken care of. That had proved preferable to hiring security guards to patrol the rancho, which would have given the place a "prison camp" look, something Arturo wished to avoid.
Still, he would feel better when he had la rubia back in his hands, ready to deliver to the rich gringo ...
Sam was breathing hard when he reached the top of the stairs. Running up them, right after puffing on a cigar, hadn't done the overweight businessman any good. He looked forward to additional exertions as he entered the guest bedroom where Lupita had tumbled onto the bed.
She lay on her back and smiled invitingly, her plump titties rising and falling in her lowcut blouse. I hope he is a quick one, she thought. But I am afraid he will not be. When they get older like that, they do not care to rush. They usually wish to do all sorts of things with me.
How I wish I was back home in Ensenada! It was an awful thing for my father to sell me to this Reyes!
Sam dropped to the bed beside her and sprawled an arm across her nubile form. She kept smiling up at him, the sparkle having returned to her dark eyes despite her headache.
"Say, you're just about the prettiest young thing I ever saw!" Sam exclaimed. "Too bad you don't speak more English."
Lupita heard only gibberish.
"Let's see what you've got here for me," Sam remarked eagerly, and stretched her scoop neckline down at one side.
Lupita's left chi-chi quivered in naked splendor�a luscious beige mound of girlieflesh tipped by a standing dark nipple But boob was a word she knew, along with the other gabacho vulgarisms applying to her chi-chis and pinchi and the rest of her parts that men liked. She had acquired that knowledge quickly.
She gave her exposed boobie a playful shake, and the full orb wobbled tautly to and fro. Sam pulled down the other side of her blouse, letting her right breast bounce out as well.
"Hell, yes!" he husked, and pushed up onto his elbows so that re could fill both hands with the springy firmness of the Mexican teenager's tits.
He worked her brown boobies as if he were kneading baker's dough, and then pinched her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Laughing, he pulled at her stems, stretching her breasts up and swinging them.
Cabron! Lupita thought. You'll make my chi-chis sore.
But she dared not cry out or even scowl at him. Instead, she sought to divert his interest by reaching for the front of his expensive trousers. The ploy worked. Sam let go of her breasts and flopped onto his back.
"Baby that's a great idea!" he said. Have fun, little chiquital"
She unzipped his pants and snaked a girlish hand inside.
Caramba! she thought. He's soft as a burrito! He is going to really take some coaxing. And me with my aching cabeza!
If I had twenty dollars, American, I would run away from this place, find me a strong, handsome charro, and have babies!
She brought out Sam's pito and leaned toward it, flopping the meaty, soft thing to and fro. He wasn't badly hung, she had to admit.
Rolling back the thick hood that covered his cockhead, she stuck out her rosy, glistening tongue. She wiggled a bit closer, curling her body like a cat's.
"Aaaaaah . .. !" Sam sighed pleasurably as the 16-year-old senorita began to lick his cock.
Her titties hung out of her blouse, and he idly toyed with them as her damp tongue scurried all around and over the knob of his 55-year-old penis. She fluttered her tongue against his slit.
Nothing. He was still soft as a prune.
Lupita clasped her mouth warmly around his cockhead and sucked it.
Sam writhed. He groaned.
The girl gobbled up his entire soft, wiggly penis and let it soak in her mouth as her lips pressed against the zippered edges of his fly. He flipped her brightly colored skirt up and palmed the springy contours of her ass in snug-fitting blue panties.
So, he likes that, does he? she thought. Well, maybe that will stiffen him up.
She swung a leg across him, facing south. Staying up on her knees and continuing to lean forward while she licked his cock, she treated Sam to a close-up view of her beautiful bottom in sleek, silky briefs. He petted the plump, wobbly cheeks which expanded her panties. He stroked up and down her firm, coffee-colored thighs.
And all the while Lupita took licking sucks at his sizable penis which remained limber though it had gained a bit.
Dios he IS a slow one! she thought. But gradually he was getting there.
His rolling off of her panties down her toasty-brown bottom helped. Now he had a view of her deep, intriguing asscrack and, after he had rolled her panties lower, he saw her hairy sexual bun, as well.
Lupita could feel added force surging into the column which she clasped between her lips. But he wasn't yet stiff enough to get down to business with here.
She scrambled off and plucked at his clothes before bouncing to her feet beside the bed. He got the idea. While she yanked her blouse up, making her lively tits jiggle, he began to squirm out of his pants. Since she had but three articles of clothing�not counting her sandals, which she had kicked off earlier�she was nude while Sam was still fussing with his shirt. She got down on her knees, breasts swaying like bells, and helped him out of his underwear and socks.
Now they could snuggle more intimately, with no clothing in the way, and Lupita dove deeply between his legs. As she warmly licked his balls, his semi-turgid penis flopped across her face. Sam was not idle, either, for her backside was aimed more or less in his direction, and he rolled her appealing ass-cheeks, wiggling them apart and pressing them together, jiggling them up and down.
She straddled him once again, which brought her furry fun-zone into close proximity to his face. As she had expected, he took advantage of the opportunity to lick along the soft, moistening slit of her pussy, then between her velvet folds.
She kind of liked that, and she took long slurping sucks on his sex-stalk, which was getting stronger and stronger. Then her mouth released it and she leaned farther forward, wrapping her titties around Sam's rod .She rubbed the enfolding softness up and down his spit-slick tool several times, then clutched a boobie in each hand, directing her rigid nipples to tickle the tip of his cock.
Sam writhed pleasurable, and his standing penis jerked. Finally he clutched Lupita by both upthrust asscheeks and pushed, sending her sprawling forward. Pleased that he was ready to fuck her at last, she kept her ass elevated and spread her knees widely.
Sam had his choice of two inviting targets to aim at: Her moist pink slit with black hairs wisping away at each side, or the cute sunburst of tiny brown puckers between her buttocks.
It was not an either-or situation, however, for a man of Sam's ape and consequent staying power. He did the sensible thing and chose Lupita's pussy first His knob-ended tool approached her rosy flesh-folds, spread them, and sank into her tight snatch. She wiggled her youthful hips, punctuating the grinds with sharp bumps and Sam received a superbly exciting massage.
He stroked slowly, like a locomotive driver going up a steep grade. Each thrust into the Mexican girl's clasping vagina became more stimulating than the last, and, despite his age and sophistication, he quickly got so excited that he was forced to speed up. His pecker fairly flew in and out of the senorita's snatch.
Her black hair was tossed to the side, and he could see her ears with little golden earrings in the delicate lobes. Her back was beautifully bare, and her neck was graceful. But it was her ass, sensuously uplifted and writhing as they fucked, which was the focus of Sam's lascivious interest.
Finally he could no longer deny himself the ultimate delight, and he pulled his dripping hard-on from the pink, juicy hole where it had been pumping.
Lupita was surprised that he had pulled out of her before completing. Though well experienced in most phases of sex, she was not prepared for the shocking jolt she next received.
"Ayyyyyy!" she cried as Sam aimed his torpedo into the dimple-like depression between her buttocks and twisted, grinding forward.
Caramba! What is he doing? she thought in alarm. No man has ever�oh, that HURTS!
Sam forced her tight anal aperture to spread, and the brutal bulge of his greased cockhead began forcing its way into her forbidden passage. The hurt blazed in her brain, and she cried piteously. But she was afraid to resist or scramble away, and so she took it.
Her rubbery ring was stretched wider, until she feared it would break. Finally the fattest part of Sam's glans glided through, into the Mexican girl's virgin asshole. Her elastic muscle was allowed to relax a little as it clasped his.
But, Dios, the way his pito felt inside her� like a burning stake being driven into her vitals!
Poised above her rounded, quivering buttocks, he bore deeper into the small opening between them. Her super-snug grip rippled along his rod, putting the tightness of her vagina to shame.
It felt to Lupita as if she were being skewered alive. She wailed and clawed at the bedclothes.
Sam grunted, his eyes bright, his teeth bared in his fleshy face. He wiggled his hard cock in the girl's ass, to relax her anal muscle a bit. Then he forged deeper.
"Ayyyyyy!" Lupita cried, fearing she would be split in two.
After pushing his prick better than half its length into her ass, Sam withdrew a little� but only to come charging back in, burrowing deeper yet.
"Ayyy, Dios!" she moaned, sobbing.
Her upraised bottom quivered, her prominent buttocks jiggling at either side of Sam's rod. He began to stroke ...
The girl moaned in greater anguish than ever as she felt his horny cock driving up and down in her ass. The tightly clasping ring of her anus fairly burned. Her rectum was savagely plugged by his prick.
Eagerly fucking her hot, tight asshole, Sam sank his prick deeper and deeper, until finally she had just about all of it, and he was surging toward the release he needed.
Lupita felt no pleasure�only the outrage of being taken the wrong way, of having her teenaged body brutally abused. She continued to moan. Her small fists clutched the bedspread.
Sam plundered her virgin ass with gusto, his fleshy front slapping her buttocks and shimmying the firm, jelly-like mounds. Her asshole rippled clutchingly on his rapidly stroking rod.
His balls churned. His eyes rolled back in their sockets. He groaned harshly.
Finally his lust exploded in vigorous spurts which struck deep in Lupita's bowels, giving her a wild sensation, which she had never known before.
Her only thought as she panted, tears streaming from her anguished eyes, was: Thank God, he is through!
After holding his cock deep within the girl's asshole until it had discharged all the sperm which his balls had built up during the lengthy sex bout, Sam slowly withdrew. Her ass made a sucking sound as it released his cockhead, and the puckers of her anus slowly converged, closing without damage.
But she felt as if she had been crippled, and she could scarcely scramble from the bed. Her legs were like rubber when she put her weight on them, and she hurt when she moved. Still, she managed to make it to the door.
As she escaped from the room, bam rolled onto his back and smiled with satisfaction.
Chapter Seven
Clutching her pink panties in her hand, Lizbeth backed up against an adobe wall of the crude jail cell and stared with horror at the beared banditos who gathered around her.
There were four of them, and their eyes were bright with lust as they stared at her full, creamy-white breasts which protruded from her open blouse. Her pink nipples were rigidly erect.
"Pleeease. . . don't touch me!" she begged.
The beefy man who pushed ahead of the others, apparently the leader of the group, answered in heavily accented English: "We weel not hurt you, senorita. Aaah, you have beautiful teetees!"
Lizbeth cringed but, with the wall at her back and the men forming a semi-circle around her, she could not get away. She had to let the dirty and disheveled leader of the bandit gang clasp her left breast and squeeze it twistingly, as if he were picking a ripe, luscious fruit from a bough.
The skinny, eagle-beaked man at his side grasped her other breast. She shut her eyes and panted through parted pink lips as the awful man squeezed and pulled at her tits.
Another bandit squatted to lift her skirt above her loins. "Rubia!" he proclaimed as he stared at her golden, wispy tendrils of pussyfluff.
"Tiene piernas bonitas!" the fourth man said as he, also squatting, gazed at her lovely legs, sheathed in gartered stockings.
The bandit leader pulled her against him, and his moist, pudgy lips spread her delicate pink ones as he hungrily kissed her. His hands glided down her back to grasp her ass-cheeks which were bare below her elevated skirt.
She writhed in revulsion, and her pelvis rubbed against the bandit's coarsely clothed front. She was horrified to feel the rise of his penis!
She squirmed more, but this only excited him further as her lush buttocks rolled in his hands and her titties rubbed against his shirt. He kissed her with plunging tongue, and her anguished mind did not have to strain to imagine that it was his prick which was sinking rhythmically into her.
God, this is going to be even worse than being taken by those two horny policemen! she thought. Four men at once! And they're so dirty and foul-smelling! Oh, I will die!
They were already pushing her down onto one of the cots and pulling the skirt off her. As they tugged at the fabric, it ripped, coming away in shreds. They pulled off her blouse, as well.
She had dropped the panties she had been clutching and was down to just her garter belt and nylons, which served in no way whatsoever to conceal her provocative charms. Rather, the scanty attire framed her delightful pussy and her entire crotch, as the men wrenched her legs wide apart.
"Oooh, please nooooh!" she cried. "Don't FUCK meeeee!"
Lizbeth had used the lewd word because no other seemed to suffice. The leader of the bandit gang laughed.
"We weel fuck you all right," he replied, "but you weel like eet! Eh, muchachos?"
"Si, Pablo!" one of them cried.
Pablo yanked his belt open and let his baggy pants drop. Lizbeth stared in horror at his huge brown cock which leaped to full erection. Heavy balls dangled at its base, with black hairs curled around them. Pablo clutched his prick and skinned back its hood, causing the purplish knob of his organ to swell in naked splendor.
I'm going to get it for sure! Lizbeth thought. I'm going to get it from each and every one of them! They're all going to fuck me, one after the other!
She quivered and switched her wide-eyed gaze to the man at Pablo's left, who also was unfastening his pants. He was the lanky one with the prominent nose, and his upthrust prick proved to be as angular as the rest of him. A veritable sword, it was, with its bare knob not bulging much.
Lizbeth was learning that there were all kinds of cocks�all lengths and shapes and thicknesses, some sheathed, some not. The whole world seemed to consist of stiff pricks, pointing at her!
Pablo pushed her legs high and held them wide apart, so that he could look at her blonde-fringed, pink pussy, which was softly and moistly puckered open. Whitish sperm clung to its rosy folds, and Pablo made a comment about that to his compadres, mentioning the word policia. Lizbeth concluded that he knew the two policemen had fucked her.
That didn't seem to bother the woman-hungry prisoner as he dropped to a kneeling position between her thighs. He first bent his shaggy head and licked slurpingly at her stiff nipples, causing throbs to radiate through her breasts. He stroked his rough hands up and down her slanted thighs, back and forth across the tightly cinched tops of her stockings and along her garter straps. Then he clutched his turgid lovemaker, and Lizbeth braced herself for his thrust.
It came quickly, spreading the velvet draperies of her cunt and sinking deeply into her creamy but still snug vagina. As the bandit's cock throbbed inside her, she began to respond.
What am I, she wondered wildly, some slut who just loves it, no matter who's doing it to me?
She could not contemplate the answer, for Pablo had begun to stroke and breathe hard as he wallowed atop her, and she was totally mesmerized by the cunt-stuffing plunges of his prick as his balls swung pattingly against her anus. Her titties jiggled, and he stayed up on straight arms to watch them.
This gave the man at his side an opportunity to crowd forward, pushing his skinny hard-on down and pointing it directly at her mouth. Lizbeth grasped it around the shank, permitting the man to take his hand away, and he gazed down through dreamy eyes as she pulled his rigid pecker to her parted lips.
She began to lick the head of the bandit's cock.
This drew excited cries from the two prisoners who hadn't gotten to her as yet, and they let their pants drop. While Pablo fucked her, and she swirled her damp tongue around the head of the other bandit's strong-tasting prick, her rolling eyes caught glimpses of the two remaining men with their cocks rigidly erect as they stroked their foreskins up and down on the horny organs.
Lizbeth sank into a swamp of wanton sensuousity, no longer caring or even thinking about the moral meaning of her acts, and she opened her mouth wider to take in the cock of the bandit who stood beside her bunk while Pablo screwed his thick prick vigorously in and out of her hotly clasping cunt.
His friend Pedro pumped his slippery pecker between Lizbeth's lips. She slavored copiously, saliva drooling down her tilted cheek, and she swallowed the cock-flavored syrup that filled her mouth.
Pedro fucked her fair face, driving more and more of his rock-hard penis between her pink lips until she felt like a sword swallower. She didn't care! She wanted as much of his raunchy-tasting, stiff prick as she possibly could take into her mouth and throat!
Pablo was slamming his eight-inch, hard salami deep into her throbbing, tingling cunt, rubbing her clitty delightfully with each thrust, and expanding her vaginal walls. One of the masturbating prisoners stood at the foot of the cot to watch his friend's phallus rhythmically sink out of sight into the wet rosy hole of the norteamericana, which was beautifully encircled by blonde curls. The other jack-off stood next to Pedro, watching the girl gulp hungrily at his long, rigid poon-tanger while she made gurgly, groaning sounds. She grasped Pedro's balls and pulled at them.
The eager clasping of her hot lips as they glided up and down on his slippery rod, along with the encompassing warmth of her throat around his cockhead and her plucking at his nuts, so excited the young prisoner that he shot quickly.
"Amy, Chihuahua!" his watching amigo cried as milky sperm bubbled out around the girl's cock-clasping lips. Her throat worked eagerly as she swallowed down as much of his rich cream as she could.
Pablo saw this, also, and he swung an arm, pushing Pedro away. The latter's prick pulled from Lizbeth's mouth while still twitching and spurting. His last blast of sperm splattered against the adobe wall above her. Pablo lowered himself onto widely spread elbows, clutched Lizbeth's tits, and powered his prick into her pussy with unrestrained lust.
"Ooooh . . . oooooh . . . AAAAAH!" she cried, jerking and squirming as she came with him, her hot cunt rippling around his twitching cock as it spurted burst after blissful burst of semen into her passionate depths.
Pablo had no sooner backed off her lust-racked, beautiful body before one of the other men took his place. The fellow, who already had masturbated himself to the edge of climax, required only a few lusty strokes to bring himself off.
Lizbeth climaxed again.
Her hips were still bucking and writhing when the last man dropped into her saddle. He fucked her to yet another climax.
She was utterly drained of all energy and desire by the time he climbed off. Her pink, open honeypot was full to overflowing, and sperm dribbled from it, down her soft crotch and between her buttocks.
She and the male prisoners became aware of shouting voices in the other room. The door burst open and Arturo appeared, with Guillermo and Pepe following fearfully behind.
"Senor, I am sorry!" the police chief exclaimed in Spanish. "I had no other place to put her!"
The outraged white slaver stared at his prized ex-virgin who lay sprawled on the bunk, the bandits gathered guiltily around her with their exposed penises still dripping.
Arturo cursed vilely�at Guillermo, at the prisoners, at the whole world. The trembling police chief clanked his keys as he fumbled the cell door open.
"I will deal with you later!" Arturo yelled at him. "And as for these pigs ..." he added angrily, indicating the prisoners, "... have them flogged to within an inch of their lives!"
Si, senor!" Guillermo quickly replied. "I will punish them severely!"
Arturo grasped the dazed Lizbeth, jerked her up from the bunk, and yanked her to the door of the cell. Sperm drooled down her thighs, making them slick as butter as they rubbed together.
"And you\" Arturo said to her in English. "You will now make up for this awful thing!"
"Yes . .. yes . .." she stammered, contrite and guilty for having enjoyed the series of rapes. "I will do anything! Just take me back to your place."
"That's where we are going," Arturo said, "to where your two young pupils await us. One of them will fill in for you tonight."
"What?" she asked, staring blearily at him.
"You will find out what I mean after we get there and after I get you cleaned up, you . . . you puta!" He spat on her.
Lizbeth cringed.
"Give me her clothes, or what's left of them!" Arturo demanded of the police chief.
Lizbeth's brain was still in a fog. So much had happened so quickly�too much for her to grasp. And what Arturo had just said about Mary Ellen and Roberta seemed incomprehensible.
But she would soon find out what he had in mind for the two innocent young girls . . . and this would furnish her greatest shock yet.
Worse, she would find it impossible to resist his depraved, outrageous demands...
Chapter Eight
After bathing and putting on the clean clothes which were provided, Lizbeth had dinner alone in her room. The food delicious, but she couldn't enjoy it. She remained too troubled by all that had happened to her and by what Arturo had said when he had rescued her from the jail.
Shortly after a girl servant�not Lupita� removed the dinner tray from Lizbeth's room, she heard the door being unlocked, and Arturo appeared. He was in a much calmer and more amiable mood than when she had last seen him.
"Well!" he said brightly. "How are you feeling?"
"Not very well," she lied. In truth, she felt quite good, physically. All of her bodily needs had been gratified during the last few hours, and she had gained her strength back. But she was tormented by guilt and by apprehension over what her captor had in mind.
He took a chair next to hers and looked at her with his penetrating, dark eyes.
"Let me explain a few things," he began. "I brought you here to live with me because I admire you very much. That business about the narcotics and your arrest in Tijuana�it was all, as you Americans say, BULLSHIT."
"I knew that!" Lizbeth replied, anger rising within her. "You had no right.. ."
He shrugged. "Right and wrong doesn't interest me. I do what I wish. If you want to remain safe and happy, you will set your ideas of right and wrong aside, also."
"Safe and happy!" Lizbeth exploded. "Is that what you call this situation I'm in?"
"Don't con me, my dear," he replied. "You were just itching to lose your virginity, and that gang rape in the jail thrilled you silly!
What's more, I believe you are attracted to me, and that you enjoy the luxury you have found here. Am I not correct?"
"You most certainly are not!" Lizbeth declared. "I want to go home!"
Arturo leaned forward, deftly opened her blouse, and brought out a plump, pink-nippled breast. Lizbeth stared down in surprise, watching his strong, long-fingered hand gently squeeze and caress her titty. She felt a warm thrill spread through her, centering in the recently opened channel that tingled between her thighs.
Arturo let her breast bob free and took its jutting nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled the firm, rubbery protrusion, heightening her response.
"Tell me the truth, querida," he murmured in his deep, softly accented voice, "wouldn't you like to fuck with me right now? Or suck me, perhaps?" he added, taking her hand and carrying it to his crotch.
She felt his elongated but still-supple penis throbbing warmly in his trousers.
Her cheeks took on a rosy hue, and she was quite excited. Somehow she couldn't lie any longer. She did find Arturo attractive. And his luxurious way of life certainly appealed to her.
"Here," he invited, directing her fingertips to the tab of his zipper, "open my pants and take out my�what do you American girls call it?"
"Your cock," Lizbeth said without hesitation, frank language now coming quite easily to her.
"Very well. Take out my cock."
Lizbeth's concerns, about her own future and that of the young girls who had been entrusted to her care, faded into the background, supplanted by rising anticipation as she unzipped the handsome Mexican's fly. Her delicate pale fingers slithered into his pants, encircled the warm column of semi-turgid flesh in his boxer shorts, and lifted it free. His cock curved upward from his open fly, its bare, plumlike head nodding.
"You watched Lupita suck it," he reminded her, "and I wager you yourself did some sucking in that jail�am I right?"
"They .. . they made me!"
"Oh. Well, I am not making you do anything now. Do just what you wish."
Her hand stroked along Arturo's throbby, very warm penis, feeling his supple stalk gain firmness until it was sticking straight up of its own accord. His purplish-pink cockhead bulged.
Lizbeth's mouth shamefully watered. She tried to fight back the urge that came over her, but with little success. She gave up and bowed to Arturo's bristling prick.
He watched sardonically as she licked his tangy-tasting cockhead, and his bulb swelled even larger as her damp tongue delicately stroked it. His rigid shaft assumed a rock-like hardness.
Lizbeth took her time circling his glans with her tongue, tasting him thoroughly and breathing in his faintly musky aroma. Though Arturo kept himself clean, he still smelled and tasted like a man, and she liked that.
She licked down his stalk, letting his knob crawl damply up alongside her nose. Her nostrils dilated, taking in as much of his masculine aroma as possible. Her heart was beating faster, and she had acquired a feathery feeling in the pit of her belly. She wiggled on her chair.
Finally her parted pink lips crawled back to the head of Arturo's cock, and she opened her mouth widely, capping it over his crest. She gave a muffled moan of pleasure as her encircling mouth glided lower on his strong prick. She began to suck, and her senses swirled, heat building within her.
Arturo took her other titty out of her blouse and played with both supple, firm breasts which cascaded forward. Lizbeth's head bobbed as her mouth stroked slowly and suckingly on his upthrust rod. She took more and more of his long, hard pecker into her mouth and throat, not having the slightest tendency to gag, because she loved the feel of his masculine organ plunging deeply into her mouth and gullet.
Her wiggling on the chair-seat increased as her pussy heated and moistened. She had just put on fresh panties, and already they were becoming soiled by her shameful sex-oozings.
Arturo stood up, gently raising her head and holding it between his hands so that the oral copulation would not be interrupted. He stood in front of her chair, straddling her knees, and stroked his prick straight forward and back between her o-shaped, sucking lips.
Suddenly he pulled back, and his cock flipped straight up, swinging a strand of her saliva like a lariat. He pulled Lizbeth to her feet, not very gently, and turned her toward the bed. Not giving her a chance to climb onto it, he rudely shoved her, and she went sprawling across the wide mattress. He flipped her skirt up and, with one yanking motion of his hand, stripped her silk panties down and off.
He boosted her bottom into the air.
"Now, my pet . .." he said, the harshness of his tone belying the tender word, and he stood with his shins against the side of the bed as he pulled her ass toward him.
His long, hard prick plunged between the moistened lips of her pussy and all the way up her narrow, slick channel.
"Ooooooh!" Lizbeth said, wiggling, rubbing her titties against the bed.
Gripping her by the hips, his fingers crossing the straps of her garters, Arturo rhythmically pulled her toward him as he drove deeply in and out of her cock-pleasing snatch.
Lizbeth had learned to like being jostled that way�to be dominated by a man when he took her�and she responded heatedly to Arturo's vigorous fucking. She revolved her plump ass in his hands, snapping it upward each time he pulled her toward him, and her tight cunt wrenchingly massaged his rod.
She could feel the veins on his shaft, and the horny ridge of his cockhead, rippling her sensitive cuntal flesh. And by concavely arching her back and driving upward, her clit-tip could feel him, as well.
It was delightful.
"Oooooh, Arturo, I love your fucking!" she moaned.
"Sure you do, my querida," he said in a vibrantly purring tone as he continued his steady, deep-reaching plunges.
"Keep giving it to me! Oooh God, you've got such a wonderful prick!"
"And you have a lovely cunt, my precious-warm and tight and slippery! What a shame that you withheld it from men for so long!"
"I won't. .. withhold it any more!" she panted, hunching vigorously, her hair falling across her face. "I want you to fuck. .. every night!"
"Then you wish to remain with me?" He kept stroking into her. "Yessss!"
What am I saying? she thought. I have to get the girls back to Alabama! I have a job there.
But it was too late to retract the statement.
Arturo was going on: "And you will help me? You will do whatever I say?"
"Yes . .. yessss!" She was out of her mind with passion. "Just keep ... sticking that long, hard thing of yours .. . into meeeee! Oooh, I love it!"
The virile, well-built Mexican gripped her hips more fiercely and begun pumping in and out of her warm pussy at a rapid rate. The front of his body slapped noisily against her asscheeks, shaking them. His jolts rattled her body from hips to head. Her brain swam with lust.
He furiously fucked her, socking his pecker deeply into her wet snatch. The bed vibrated. The whole room seemed to shake. Lizbeth's world rocked on its axis, then all but flipped upside down.
When Arturo exploded in her vagina, sending his hot spurts to the center of her body, she climaxed gloriously. She knew that she was his, and she would have to do whatever he demanded ...
"Oh God, Arturo, no! Not Mary Ellen and Roberta! They're just little girls!"
"Nonsense," he replied as he casually lit a cigar. "They're young women. They have tits. They have hair on their pussies, don't they?"
"Mary Ellen hardly has any tits!" Lizbeth replied. "I don't know about her pussy, but..."
"Well, it's one of two things, my angel," Arturo said firmly as he stood next to the bed, his feet planted a little way apart. He had restored his clothing, and Lizbeth's skirt had dropped to cover her hips and upper thighs as she sat facing him. But her panties still lay on the bed beside her, and she hadn't buttoned her blouse over her breasts.
"Either you help me with your two students, and make them cooperate," Arturo continued "or I must ship the lot of you to South America."
"What?" Her eyes widened.
"There is much demand in the brothels of Buenos Aires for succulent young North Americans . .. and for blondes, always. The three of you will bring me a fine price."
"But you wouldn't do that�not really!" Lizbeth said in horror.
"My dear, I am a businessman," he replied as he calmly puffed on his cigar. "Either the three of you remain with me and entertain my guests here ... or you go South right away."
"Let me entertain your guests, Arturo!" she said eagerly. "Send the girls home, and I well remain. I'll do anything for your guests that you want. I'll.. . I'll suck their cocks, I'll let them fuck me . .."
"Of course you will." He smiled in self-satisfaction. "I have no doubts about you any more. But I need the young ones, too�especially now, when they're both virgins. My guest for this weekend was brought down heron the promise of a virgin to deflower�and, por Dios, he will have one! I had intended for him to deflower you, but since that no longer is possible, he will have the little blonde girl. What is her name? Mary Ellen?"
"NO!" Lizbeth cried. "Let it be Roberta, at least! She's a year older, and I think she can handle it psychologically. But Mary Ellen is so young and innocent!"
"He wants a blonde," Arturo said.
"Well . .. fuck him!" Lizbeth blurted.
Arturo chuckled. "No. He will do the fucking. And Mary Ellen will be the one he will fuck . .. unless the three of you wish to board my plane tonight for a flight South."
"You fiend!" Lizbeth cried.
"Now now, my pet..." he said more softly, as he moved closer. "It was just minutes ago that you said you loved, or words to that effect. Don't you remember?" He took her face in his hands, so that she would be forced to look up at him.
"Leave the girls alone!" she begged. "Let me send them back to Alabama! Arturo, I'll be your whore! I'll get really dirty!" Her eyes brightened. "I'll put on shows for your guests�I understand men like that. I'll let them do anything they want to me. Really anything! They can tie me up and.. . and .. ."
"Shhhhhh! You are my girl. I already know that. But what I most need from you right now is your help with the young ones. They must not fight and fuss and beg when I turn them over to a client. That is apt to scare my customers away. Don't you understand?"
Lizbeth could see that there was no hope in pleading with the strong-willed man. Though his voice could change from harsh to soft, he remained set in his purpose.
"All right," she murmured, seeing it as the lesser of the evils. "But it is a terrible thing!" she added.
"I will bring a bottle," he said, walking toward the door, "and you will have a couple of drinks. That will make it easier. Then I will arrange for you to talk with Mary Ellen alone. Above all, do not frighten the child! No talk of South America, understand? She is merely going to have fun. Think of the fun you have had. Make that clear to her. You can do it, my pet."
Arturo left the room, locking the door behind him, and Lizbeth fell across the bed, sobbing.
Chapter Nine
"Something bad is going to happen�I just know it!" Roberta said to Mary Ellen as the former paced the floor of their room.
"Why do you say that?" the blonde 13-year-old replied, looking up from her chair.
"We haven't had a chance to talk with Miss Parsons since we got here," Roberta pointed out. "And they've kept us locked in this room."
"But that was so we wouldn't wander away and get lost, Arturo said."
"Yeah. He said that. But I don't trust the son of a bitch!"
"Roberta! What a way to talk! Anyhow, I thought you liked Arturo."
"I did at first. But now I think he's snaky! I wonder what he's done with Miss Parsons."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, don't be such a ninny! You know what men like that do with pretty women, don't you?"
"No," Mary Ellen said innocently.
"Well, they like to fuck them, that's what!"
"Roberta, quit talking nasty!" the younger girl replied as she blushed. "Anyway, what does it mean to ... to . .."
"To fuck?" Roberta chirped. "It means that the guy sticks his thing into your pussy. That's what a pussy is for, you twerp!"
"That must hurt!" Mary Ellen exclaimed.
"The first time it does, but then girls get to like it. At least, that's what my big sister says. And I guess it's true, or there wouldn't be so many girls shacking up with guys. Don't you know what's going on in the world?"
"I don't have a big sister."
"You don't have much sense, either!" Roberta snapped, and she walked to the sealed and barred window. "We've got to figure a way to get out of here."
"But that's silly. Where could we go? We can't get back to the United States by ourselves!"
"Ooh, can't we?" Roberta turned to face her friend, and there was a wise look in the 14-year-old's dark eyes. "That pilot who flew us here is a man, isn't he? The plane is back again�we heard it land�and that means the pilot is back, too. If I could just get to talk with him . .."
"Roberta, you're not really thinking about letting him .. ."
"Fuck me? Don't be silly! I'll just flirt with him a little. Then I'll tell him how rich my mom and dad are. They would pay him plenty for flying us home�more than Arturo pays him, I'll bet."
"But how can you get out of this room?"
"That's the problem," Roberta admitted, then exclaimed, "Shit!"
"Roberta, I never heard you talk so nasty before."
"That's because we were never in a spot like this together. I think it's made me grow up."
A key rattled in the lock of the door, and the door opened. Arturo stood there.
"Well, and how are my two little darlings getting along?" he asked, smiling warmly.
"Not very good!" Roberta replied, walking up to him. "We want to get out of this room!"
"That can be arranged," Arturo replied smoothly. "In fact, that's why I'm here. Roberta, you're going to come with me. How would you like to go downstairs and watch television for awhile?"
"TV?" Do you have that here?" she asked brightly.
"Of course."
"What about me, Senor Reyes?" Mary Ellen inquired. "Can't I watch television, too?"
"Later. Right now, your teacher wants to have a talk with you."
"I want to see Miss Parsons, also," Roberta said.
"You will. But first she and Mary Ellen are going to have a little chat alone."
"Just what's going on around here, Arturo?" the pert brunette asked suspiciously.
"Nothing bad!" Arturo said. "We're all having fun."
He took Roberta by the arm and guided her to the door.
"You teacher will be in to see you in a few minutes," he told Mary Ellen as he ushered the other girl out. He locked the door after them.
"I have a cozy little den downstairs for TV viewing," he said, leading Roberta by the arm.
"That's nice." She glanced up at him appraisingly.
"You're quite a young lady," he remarked, eyeing the slight jiggle of her adolescent boobies as they descended the stairs.
"I'll bet you like my teacher better," Roberta replied, trying to test him.
"She's a beautiful woman, of course. But youth has its special appeal."
"Yeah? You mean you'd like to make it with me, Arturo?"
He seemed taken aback by her forwardness. "Well, let's not think about that right now."
He ushered her into the den and followed, shutting the door.
"Turn the TV on," he said, pointing to the large color console.
"Is it all in Spanish?"
"Yes. But you can follow the shows pretty well if you try. You'll be wanting to learn Spanish, anyway."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
"Let's just say it will be good for you to know it." She hesitated. "Arturo?"
"Yes?"
"Rather than watching TV, I think I'd like to take a walk outside." "But it's dark now."
"So what? I love the moon! And the Mexican moon is supposed to be romantic, isn't it?"
"Say, you do have grown-up ideas!" Arturo seemed amused . .. but interested, also.
"Let's just walk outside for a little while. Please!"
"Well . . ."
Roberta turned to the door, and the man followed. She found her way to the front of the house and felt a sense of exhilaration as she stepped out into the moonlight. Arturo was right behind her, however, so she didn't really feel free. Not yet.
"My, that moon is huge!" she said, looking up. "And the sky is so clear. I can see a zillion stars!"
"At least."
The precocious girl's mind was working as she chattered inanely. Strolling with apparent casualness, she led Arturo away from the sprawling stucco house with its brightly lit windows.
She reached the edge of the lawn and stepped onto the dirt.
"I think we had better go back now," Arturo said.
"Oh, must we?" Roberta replied. "It's so pretty out here!"
She bent and, in what appeared to be an idle gesture, picked up a handful of loose earth. Rising quickly, she flung the dirt into Arturo's face.
He cursed in Spanish and swiped at his burning eyes, temporarily blinded. Roberta ran. The area was strewn with cactus bushes, and she crouched behind one, breathing hard.
When the man could see again, he looked around for her. Unable to spot her, he called, "All right, you young puta! Stay out here until you get scared and hungry. Then you'll come back to the house."
He turned and stomped angrily back to the hacienda.
Roberta had achieved her purpose. She was outside, alone. Far from being frightened, she thrilled to the hope that she would be able to get away.
She saw the dark shape of the airplane parked on the nearby landing strip.
I'll go and hide in it, she thought. The pilot may be out to check on it tonight. If he doesn't come, I'll just wait until morning. He'll surely be out then. They always have to fuss with planes, checking them over for the next flight.
After glancing about to make certain that Arturo had not re-emerged from the house, she left her temporary hiding place and hurried toward the aircraft. Its door was open, she noted as she approached, and that was good. Now, if she could just climb up into it somehow!
She stopped and heard something: Voices, speaking softly, came from inside the plane. A man and woman were in there ... in the dark. What were they doing?
Roberta smiled to herself, because she thought she knew what they were up to. But they didn't seem to be doing anything yet, or else they already had done it, because they were just talking.
She couldn't make out the Spanish words, of course, but she drew a conclusion from the tone of the voices: The man was pleading, and the girl was giving him short, negative answers. No meant the same in Spanish and English.
Roberta took a big chance: "Hey!" she called, just loudly enough to be heard in the plane but not beyond.
The moonlight suddenly revealed a male figure in the plane's doorway. He was the pilot, and he wore a white shirt and trousers; his hair was mussed. Obviously surprised to see Roberta standing there, looking up at him, he said something to her in Spanish.
"Don't you speak any English?" she asked urgently.
"Momento," he said, and withdrew.
A Mexican girl appeared, her hair also mussed, and her blouse pulled askew. "What do you want, little girl?" she asked.
"To talk to the pilot."
"Good! You can have him. He is just a jerk, anyway, telling me he will show me the airplane, then trying to get funny!"
She jumped and her wide skirt ballooned up. Roberta saw her panties. She yelled up at the pilot in Spanish, and he reluctantly hopped down.
"Tell him I want him to fly me away from here," she said. "My mother and father are rich. They will pay him a thousand dollars.. . maybe more!"
The Mexican girl turned to the pilot and translated.
He snapped something back to her in Spanish, and she told Roberta: "He cannot take you away. The patron would have his balls! Me, I'm getting out of here."
"Wait!" Roberta said as the girl started to leave. "Where do you live?"
"My folks and I are staying at the next rancho with my aunt and uncle. We are on vacation from Los Angeles. I came over after I saw the airplane land. I was curious to look at it, but this ... this cabron told me to come back after dark. I should have known that all he wanted was to make out!"
"Let me go home with you!" Roberta pleaded. "Your folks can take me back to the U.S. I will pay them! I mean, my parents will."
"Well, I don't know."
The Mexican girl spoke quickly to the pilot in Spanish, and he replied in a firm tone.
"It's no good," she told Roberta. "We would all get in trouble. Adios!" The girl lifted her skirt and ran across the moonlit field.
The pilot muttered a curse as he watched her go. Roberta turned to him: "Please take me away! Ooh, don't you speak any English at all?"
He gazed at her in the dimness, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. Roberta was startled at first, then frightened. She even struggled. But as the pilot kissed her excitedly around the neck, holding her squirming, young body tightly against him, she experienced two new responses: First, she began to hope that she might yet persuade him to take her away .. . and, for the first time in her young life, she knew what it was like to be squeezed and kissed lustfully by a man!
Her knees felt a little weak, and she became warm all over. Her titties tingled against the pilot's chest.
"Querida. . . "he was murmuring, "eres tan bonita!"
Maybe if I let him fool around with me just a little . .. she thought.
"Let's get ... into the plane," she said, breathing hard, and pointed up at it.
"Si?" he asked, grinning. "Por supuesto!"
He let Roberta move toward the plane, then he held out his hand for her to step in, like a stirrup. As soon as she had done that, he grasped her by the opposite thigh and boosted, his hand sliding up and under her skirt. By the time the 14-year-old was scrambling into the plane's cabin, the pilot's hand pressed her nylon-sheathed bottom. She felt funny�both afraid and excited.
The pilot pulled himself up into the plane, and they dropped into a pair of seats. It was quite dim inside the plane, but they could see well enough. The pilot turned Roberta and drew her against him with one arm while his other hand shot up between her parted thighs. Startled, she tried to push his hand down. But he was insistent. Momentarily she felt him pinching and petting her warm pussy through her nylon pants.
It was as if an electric jolt traveled through her, from her crotch to her brain, lightning-fast. She couldn't think. Everything got fuzzy. She felt the pilot forcing her dainty lips apart with his firmly insistent ones, and then his tongue was pushing into her mouth!
Roberta squirmed. She made a feeble effort to push the man away, but her arms seemed as limp as spaghetti. He wiggled a finger under her panties and tickled the fluff which lined her slit.
Oh, my goodness! she thought. He's going too far! He's going to stick his finger IN me!
She didn't dare scream. She wasn't sure she had the voice for it, anyway, even if she could have gotten her mouth free. She feebly struggled, but his arm held her fast.
His lewd fingertip shallowly traced her dew-kist, tingly slit.
Intent upon what he was doing down there, he lessened his grip around her. Summoning up all her strength, Roberta managed to squirm free, then use both hands to push his hand out from between her thighs before he did any damage.
He was breathing hard and murmuring soft, husky-voiced words in Spanish. He began to pull up her stretchy blouse. Deciding it was safer to let him play with her titties than for him to fool around between her legs, Roberta didn't fight. He quickly got her blouse up around her neck and unfastened her light bra, pulling it up, as well.
Her teenaged tits quivered into view-perfect, pointed hillocks which were very pale with delicate rosy nipples.
The eager male passed his hand across the firm little mounds, shaking them and thrilling her as he brushed her stiff nipples. Groaning, he dove at her front. She felt his wet mouth encircle a titty crest, then thrilled even stronger as he began to suck. His abrasive tongue stroked her nipple while his lips drew ardently at it, and her brain seemed to spin around.
He switched to her other titty and sucked that one while he fondled the first.
Oh, I feel so funny! she thought. I almost want him to go on and do EVERYTHING! But I musn't let him!
And how am I going to get him to take me away when I can't say a word that he can understand! Oh, this is awful! What a fix I'm in!
Her fix quickly became even worse as the pilot swung out of his seat and dropped to his knees in front of her. He pushed her skirt up to her lap and fumbled for a hold on her panties as she struggled, again in fear.
He managed to curl his fingers around the elastic band at the top of her bikini briefs, and he pulled her panties down, whipping them out from under her bottom and dragging them along her legs. She kicked, but he got the pants off her.
This is really terrible! Now I've got no protection! she thought.
But it didn't turn out to be as bad as she had feared, because instead of trying to push his body, or even his finger, up between her legs, the man boosted her girlish limbs onto his shoulders ... and he pressed his head deep between her thighs.
Goodness! Roberta thought. He's going to EA T me down there!
That was exactly what the lascivious Mexican had in mind, for his tongue was sticking out when his face socked against the 14-year-old's soft crotch, and she thrilled when she felt him begin to lick her hot pussy! After the first ecstatic touch, there was no more fight in her, and she lay back. She even parted her legs wider, bending them so that her knee-socks rested against his shoulders and her ankles were crossed behind his head.
Blast after blast of hotly throbbing sensation streaked through her as the man wiggled her damp, soft pussyflesh with his stroking tongue . .. licking shallowly between the lips . . . and finally touching the tip of her tiny clit directly.
Roberta yelped. Her bottom bounced up and down in her chair. Her taut titties jiggled.
The man's tongue kept skidding off her hottest point, but kept returning, and pretty soon Roberta felt as if she would explode. The strangest force was building up inside her, drawing her nerves as tight as the string on a bow.
Something gave way inside her, bathing her in warmth, but the man hadn't gotten inside her pussy at all . . . except with his tongue and just a little ways, mostly on her hot little tip. But she felt wonderfully relaxed and satisfied.
The pilot raised his bleary face, then scrambled into the seat beside her. He clawed at the front of his pants, and when Roberta got her eyes back into focus, she found herself staring at his cock�sticking up big and hard from his open trousers.
Though she had never seen a cock before, she had heard about them, and that had to be what this long, bony thing with the knob at its end was.
She stared at it, breathing hard, as the pilot held it with a thumb and finger curled around its base and swayed the horny object to and fro.
He said something in Spanish, pointing at it with his other hand. Roberta didn't understand what he wanted. He made clear his desire by grasping her around the back of her brunette head and forcing her to bow toward his lap.
Oh my God, NO! she thought. He wants me to...
The bald knob of his cock bumped against her closed lips, and he twisted her head while twisting his organ at the same time. It was as if he were trying to screw a cap onto a bottle.
No! she thought. J won't do it!
But her lips were already being pried apart, and the pressure was now against her teeth. Her jaws couldn't hold. Or was it that she just didn't have the strength to resist the man's will? At any rate, her mouth helplessly popped open, and the man's horny prick pushed inside.
Roberta's eyes widened as she felt his big knob in her mouth and his shaft holding her lips wide apart. She tasted him, and it was wild�but not really bad, she had to admit. Kind of salty, was all.
She instinctively knew what was expected of her next, and she kind of wanted to do it anyway. She surprised herself as she began to suck the man's cock.
He released his hold on her head, which had hurt a little, and she felt better. She began to like what she was doing. There was something about having a man's big, hard thing sticking into her mouth that felt good! It pleased her tongue as she slurped up and down on it, and it tickled her lips as it stroked between them. She was even beginning to like the taste and smell of the big, horny prick!
She was stroking her mouth really rapidly up and down on the pilot's hard cock by that time, and she was getting excited all over again. He was very excited, also. She could tell by the way he was squirming and groaning.
Then suddenly his dick twitched between her lips, and an even greater hardness seemed to come into the shaft. His bulb swelled against her stroking tongue.
"Ghhhaaagh!" Roberta said, nearly strangling as something spurted from the man's prick and splashed right into her throat. She was forced to gulp the slippery substance down.
She tried to raise her head, but he grasped it, holding her in place, and all she managed was to lift sufficiently so that his next blast struck her tongue instead of spurting directly into her throat. That gave her a better taste of the stuff�which didn't really have much taste at all. But it certainly felt gooey. The young girl was forced to swallow his second blast, as well, and she wondered if the stuff would hurt her.
She swallowed two or three more spurts before the pilot was through, and she raised her head, feeling really funny and ashamed, because of the way he had treated her. Her eyes were watering, and her throat was a bit sore, but otherwise she seemed all right. If the stuff she had swallowed was poison, it hadn't killed her yet!
"That was nasty!" she said, working her lips as she gazed at the man.
But he obviously didn't understand her, and he seemed well pleased with everything that had happened.
Thinking back, Roberta had to admit he had pleased her, also.
She picked her panties off the floor of the plane and got into them, pulling them up. Then she waited to see what the pilot would do: Would he fly her away from the place?
He answered the question by lifting her out of her seat, walking her to the door, and swinging her outside. He held her by the arms and lowered her to the ground. Then he hopped down and swung the door of the airplane shut.
"Adios, chica!" he said and, giving a little wave, took off toward one of the outbuildings where Roberta supposed that he stayed.
All that she could do was to walk disconsolately back to the house, a wiser and somewhat sadder girl.
Chapter Ten
"Ooh, Miss Parsons!" Mary Ellen exclaimed as she rushed to embrace her teacher, who had just entered the room. "I'm so glad to see you!"
"I'm glad to see you too, darling," Lizbeth said, hugging the 13-year-old.
"Miss Parsons, why have they got Roberta and me locked in here? And why wouldn't they let us see you for so long?"
"It's all right, dear. There's nothing to worry about. Actually I've been having a very good time, and now it's your turn."
The earnest, slender blonde blinked. "What do you mean, Miss Parsons?"
Lizbeth bit her lip and, for a moment, uncertainty showed in her blue eyes. But she banished the negative look and continued: "You're going to meet a nice man, and he's going to show you some very interesting things."
"What kind of things?" Mary Ellen asked.
"Ways to have fun. Different ways that you may have wondered about, but you never got a chance to try. Do you know what I mean?"
The adolescent shook her head in puzzlement.
"Well ..." Lizbeth fidgeted, avoiding the girl's searching gaze. "Remember the young fellow at the gas station who was out behind the restroom, playing with his prick?"
Mary Ellen colored. "I never heard you talk like that before, Miss Parsons!"
"Oh�well, that's part of the fun, darling! Just being natural�doing and saying anything you want to."
"My mama wouldn't like for me to do that."
"Well, you forget what your mama told you now. You're with me, and I say it's all right.
Anyway, about that fellow�his problem was that he didn't have a girl to play with. All guys like to play with girls. Older men do, too."
"I sort of figured that," Mary Ellen said. "But my mama told me ..."
"Forget your mama! Now, the thing I really want to make clear to you, darling, is that girls can have a very good time playing with men. You'll be surprised about all the things you can do with a man to have fun."
"I don't think I'd want to, Miss Parsons."
Lizbeth bit her lip. "But, honey, you don't know! I'm your teacher, and I say you should find out about these things." She snuggled closer to the child. "You know that boy's cock you saw�well, one of those big, hard things feels just super when it's shoved up inside a girl. I know what I'm talking about."
"Miss Parsons!" the 13-yar-old exclaimed in shock. "Do you mean you've let a guy shove his thing into YOU?"
"Ooh, of course, darling! Several times. And it feels better each time they do it. That's called fucking, you know."
Mary Ellen's blush deepened. "That's what Roberta told me."
"Well, Roberta's a smart girl. She really knows where it's at. Now, the first time you let a guy fuck you, it's going to hurt a bit. Not bad! It'll just hurt for a moment�and you mustn't make a fuss about it, understand, because the pleasure will start right after that, and it'll get better and better."
"Wow, Miss Parsons, I don't know!"
"I realize it all sounds strange to you now. But give it a chance. This man you're going to meet will play with you and make you feel very good. Just do anything that he wants. You'll be glad afterwards."
"Is he going to want to stick his big, hard thing up inside me?" Mary Ellen asked.
"Ooh, yes! Definitely. But he'll probably do other things with you first."
"Like what, Miss Parsons?"
"Oooh, I should imagine that he will want to pet you a lot. And, of course, he will take all your clothes off."
"I'll be so embarrassed!" the young girl exclaimed.
"Don't be. Now please, it's very important for you not to fight or cry or act silly like that. It will be fun for you. Believe me!"
"Wh-what else will the man want to do, Miss Parsons?"
"He will probably suck your nipples, darling."
"Really? Ooh, that sounds so strange!"
"You'll like it! And the man may even want to put his mouth right down between your legs!"
"I would die!" Mary Ellen said.
"No! It's just wonderful when they lick and suck you down there... all over your hot pussy!" Lizbeth squirmed voluptuously. "Wait until you feel it!"
"I still don't know if I want to do all that, Miss Parsons. It sounds nasty!"
"But it isn't, darling! It's great fun. Really! I do it all the time. And I'll tell you something else I do�I take the men's cocks right into my mouth and suck them!"
"No!" Mary Ellen exclaimed, her shock greater than ever.
"That's fun too, dear. Believe what I'm telling you!"
"I could never take one of those nasty things into my mouth! I just know I couldn't!"
"Well, I want you to try it!" Lizbeth responded firmly, and the cold glint came into her blue-green eyes, like the sun shining on metal.
Mary Ellen was afraid. She felt deserted by the person who was supposed to care for and protect her. It was as if she were all alone.
She wished she were back home in Alabama.
"You remember everything I've told you," Lizbeth cautioned the 13-year-old. "And when that nice man comes into your room, I want you to smile at him and be very pleasant. Do whatever he says, because it's for your own good. It will make you feel wonderful!"
When Mary Ellen just stared and didn't say anything, Lizbeth added: "This is very important, dear. I can't explain to you exactly why. But you must do what I have said!"
The child was more puzzled than ever when her teacher finally left. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she realized that if she did resist and there was a fuss, she wouldn't be able to look to Miss Parsons�or anyone�for help.
She wished Roberta would return. But the other girl did not. Mary Ellen felt lonely and afraid.
After a short while the door opened and a man, older than her father, stood there. He smiled. His face was kind of flushed and, when he spoke, his words ran together. That was the way people looked and sounded when they had been drinking, Mary Ellen's mother had once told her.
"Well, well, well!" the man said. "What a pretty little girl! Your name is Mary Ellen, I understand."
"Yes," she murmured, her blue eyes wide with apprehension. She was very tense.
The man shut the door, and they were alone together in the bedroom. "My name's Sam," he said. "I'd ask you to call me Uncle Sam� but that would sound kind of funny, wouldn't it?"
"I guess."
"So just call me Sam. Okay?" He sat on a chair. "Why don't you come over here and sit on my knee so that we can get acquainted?"
Mary Ellen didn't want to do it. "Can't I just sit here on the bed?"
Sam grinned and rose to his feet. "Okay, I'll join you."
He crossed the room and sat beside her. She began to tremble.
"They tell me you're just thirteen years old," Sam said, and placed his hand on her knee. Mary Ellen jumped.
"Hey now, you mustn't be afraid of me..." Sam continued, speaking in a very soothing tone of voice. "Haven't you ever had a boyfriend?"
"No." Mary Ellen shook her blonde head.
The middle-aged man beamed. "Well, that's all right! Young fellas are a waste of time, anyway. They don't know how to really take care of a sweet little girl like you."
Sam's hand became restless. It seemed to burn Mary Ellen as it began gliding along her slender, firm thigh. She watched her dress being pushed gradually toward her lap, and she became more and more afraid. But what could she do?
Suddenly the man's hand dipped between her thighs, disappearing under her dress. She gasped when she felt him touch her panties, right where they pressed against the softest and most sensitive part of her body�her pussy, as Miss Parsons had called it.
"Now, now ..." Sam purred, and his boozy breath washed over Mary Ellen as he wrapped his free arm around her, drawing her against him. He nuzzled and began to kiss her while he kept his hand up underneath her dress, tickling the front of her panties in a way that was making her very nervous.
It did feel good, she had to admit. Miss Parsons was right about that. But what the man was doing wasn't nice, Mary Ellen remained sure.
She tried to squirm away from his moist, sloppy lips, but he held her all the tighter. Then his hand which was up between her legs stretched an elastic of her panties and slipped right inside the intimate garment.
Mary Ellen felt a crazy thrill when he touched her pussy directly, petting the fine down that lined her velvety slit.
"Oooh, please!" she said, finally succeeding in pulling away from his kiss. "That makes me feel so funny!"
"But good, huh?" Sam chuckled in a fatherly way. "You just bet it does!"
He slipped his hand out from between her legs. "Hey, I've got a good idea. Why don't we both take our clothes off? That way we can get better acquainted and be more comfortable while we're at it, hmmm?"
"I don't think it's right!" Mary Ellen said, blushing.
"Sure it is! Why, honey, I'm not going to hurt you!" Sam began unbuttoning his shirt. "Now, you just take off that cute blouse and skirt of yours."
"Mister Sam," she said earnestly, "please help Miss Parsons and Roberta and me leave here!"
"What?" With his shirt half-off, he stared drunkenly at her.
"We want to go back to the United States. Won't you help us?"
"Well, now ... just maybe I can do that," he said, a sly smile taking over. "But you've got to be nice to me first. Know what I mean?"
"I ... I guess so."
"So you just take your clothes off and do whatever I ask you to, then we'll see what can be done about getting you home."
Mary Ellen averted her eyes. She continued blushing strongly. "All right," she agreed reluctantly, and began unfastening her blouse.
Sam hurried to rid himself of his shirt, then to kick his shoes and trousers off. He wore fancy colored underpants, his belly bulging over the top of them.
Mary Ellen didn't like him at all, but she felt she would have to do as he said in order to get what she wanted. Also, she couldn't forget what Miss Parsons had told her about "having fun", which had been partially borne out by his touches under her panties. If it all was going to feel as good as that, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all, to "play" with him.
She took her blouse away, revealing her light training bra. She noticed that Sam was staring at it, and that made her feel funny.
Still sitting on the bed beside him, she squirmed out of her skirt. He eyed her close-fitting, silky white panties.
"Hey, I'll finish up that job!" he said eagerly, and reached around her to unhook her bra.
He took the flimsy garment away.
Mary Ellen felt very embarrassed as he stared at her budding breasts, which were just beginning to push forward. They had tiny pale-pink nipples which snapped erect when the cool air touched them.
"How lovely!" Sam husked, and touched one of her titties with his fingertip.
"Ooh!" Mary Ellen exclaimed as a sharp thrill went through her.
Sam rubbed both her baby-breasts, making her nipples tingle more. Then his hands glided down her sides. He grasped the top of her panties and turned them inside-out as he whisked them out from under her bottom and along her legs.
The sparse blonde hairs which adorned her little mons were short and silky-fine. They were as pale as cornsilk.
Mary Ellen's embarrassment heightened, along with the strange tension which gripped her, as Sam tilted her onto her back across the bed and moved her slender girlish thighs apart.
"Oooh myyyy .. . yesssss!" he breathed appreciatively as he gazed at her little-girl cunt.
"Please .. . don't hurt me!" she begged.
Sam turned and quickly dropped to his knees next to the bed so that he could do what Miss Parsons had said he would want to� that is, stick his balding head right between her thighs! He held her legs wide apart and up in the air, her knee-socks still on them, and she gasped when she felt his mouth smack against her delicate pussy!
"Ooooooh .. ." she murmured, thrilling as she never had before.
Sam licked up and down her tasty little slit, then wiggled his damp tongue between her elastically snug cuntal folds. When he touched the tip of her clitty, Mary Ellen thrilled stronger than ever.
She couldn't stay still, but had to wiggle her hips and flop her head from side to side. Her tension was increasing so much that she had trouble breathing. The thrills kept coming, faster and hotter all the time, while Sam licked and sucked at her throbbing little cunt.
Miss Parsons WAS right! Mary Ellen was forced to admit. This was lots of fun! Maybe it was wrong, but it sure did feel good!
Suddenly Sam stopped. He lifted his head and let Mary Ellen's legs dangle over the edge of the mattress. He struggled to his feet.
The young girl gazed at his stocky form, fascinated and still a little frightened as he pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang into view. It stuck up, big and hard, just like the cock of the service station attendant whom Mary Ellen had glimpsed standing behind the rest room.
She noticed the sac that hung down at the base of Sam's shaft, and it looked as if it had a couple of eggs in it! He had lots of hair around that, and on his chest and legs, as well.
"Sit up now," he said huskily, and reached to help her.
Mary Ellen's brain was spinning lazily. She felt tingly all over and very tense.
"You see this?" Sam asked unnecessarily as he gripped his erection and swayed it to and fro.
"Golly, yes!" the young girl exclaimed. Her eyes were bugging.
"Why don't you just bend forward and ... give me a nice kiss, right on the end of it? Will you do that for me, like a good girl?"
Mary Ellen didn't like the idea, because it seemed nasty. But Sam had kissed her between the legs and it had felt very good. She wondered if it would feel just as good to kiss him down there.
She decided to find out.
She would give his nasty cock just a quick kiss, she decided, and if it wasn't good, she would stop right away.
She bent forward, pursed her girlish lips, and kissed the tip of Sam's rigid penis. She didn't feel much of anything ... or taste anything, either. She detected a little smell, but it wasn't very bad.
Wanting to extend the test a bit further, Mary Ellen parted her lips and touched the tip of Sam's cock with her trembly tongue. He trembled also at the contact. Now she tasted him, and it was strange, like nothing she had tasted before . .. but, again, not too bad.
Still, she had kissed Sam enough, she decided, and she tried to raise her head. He grasped her with both hands, wrenching her blonde head and pushed it further down, forcing her lips to widen.
The young girl was shocked to feel his big cockhead push between her lips and lodge itself in her mouth! Now she was tasting it strongly and smelling him more strongly, also. Her lips were held way apart, stretched around his thick, hard shaft, and the knob at the end of his penis was like a plug that filled her mouth.
"Suck it!" she heard Sam demand.
No! she thought. I don't want to do this any more!
But there wasn't any way that she could stop, and she couldn't make Sam stop, either. In fact, he was pushing his nasty old prick even deeper into her mouth, threatening to make her gag, and her saliva was gushing. She had to gulp the cock-flavored syrup down.
This convulsive action of her mouth and throat stimulated the man all the more, and he began stroking his rigid cock between her lips. She seemed to have to suck at it. There was just nothing else that she could do.
Her first suck gave her more flavor, which she liked in an odd way�and the sucking itself was kind of fun. Miss Parsons was right once again!
Mary Ellen sucked harder and began moving her head counter to the man's short strokes. Her snugly clasping lips glided up and down on his thick, throbbing rod, which her spit had made slippery.
Deeper and deeper into her mouth she took his cock with every plunge, and she didn't feel like gagging any longer. Her nerves were singing as she sucked him, and her brain was spinning crazily.
The sight of the little girl's head bobbing, and her sweet face sucking at his prick, so excited Sam that he suddenly pulled the lollipop from her mouth and grasped her legs, tipping her onto her back again.
He spread her legs as far apart as they would go and panted lustfully as he stared at her delightful, 13-year-old cunt. Surrounded by a very fine down of tiny blonde hairs, her slit gleamed with the saliva he had deposited in it, mixed with her own natural secretion, and the dainty labia were parted just a trifle.
Sam pushed his rump back and squatted a little as he pulled the girl to him, holding her by the legs. That brought his prick into perfect alignment with her pussy. He didn't have to guide his shaft by hand, but just eased it forward until its tip nuzzled between the outer labia of her childish snatch.
"OOOH!" Mary Ellen exclaimed, and she thought: Here it comes! This is it! Miss Parsons said I would like it, and she's been right about everything so far! But it still seems wrong to me. And Sam's cock is so huge! I don't know how I'll be able to take it!
As the man pushed, she began to feel how huge his prick really was. His bulbous glans spread the petals of her pussy, then poked at her vaginal mouth.
The hurt began. It grew as Sam forced his blunt-nosed bulk against her maidenhead. Mary Ellen cried out. Searing pain flashed through her body as her hymen burst.
Then she felt the most amazing sensation as the man's big, hard prick burrowed into her, stretching the channel of her cunt in both width and depth. She felt stuffed by it!
The pressure and shocking sense of fullness increased as Sam twisted his cock deeper and deeper into her virginal cunt. She cried and writhed against the bed. She felt as if she were being killed!
Miss Parsons was really wrong about this! she thought. It's AWFUL!
But then, as Sam began to stroke his cock slowly in and out of her pussy, she began to feel pleasure, which overcame the soreness around her cuntal mouth. Down inside, the pressure wasn't so bad any more, either. Her body seemed to be adjusting to it.
As she felt Sam's cock pushing ever deeper into her, she realized in amazement: I'm being FUCKED!
She had heard other kids�mostly boys� talk about fucking, but she hadn't known what it meant until today. Now it was happening to her!
It's so wicked and nasty! she thought. Mama will be awfully mad at me for letting it happen!
But I have to admit it doesn't feel so bad now. It's even kind of good! Maybe Miss Parsons was right about this, too.
The thoughts came to her in a swirl, leaving her mind as quickly as they had arrived. Now she was aware of nothing but the strange, new feeling of having a cock inside her, stretching her pussy as it thrust in and out ... rubbing the hot little bump at the top of her slit.
Oh, yes! That DOES feel good!
Uttering a small moan, the 13-year-old began to thrust her pussy against the man's inrushing prick, warmly enfolding his thick; throbbing hardness. He grunted and more vigorously fucked her.
Looking down at her sweet face, contorted for the first time in passion, and feeling the fierce grip of her virginal cunt, Sam was so fired with lust that he couldn't hold back a bit. He began to ram his hard cock ferociously into her childish body, rocking her from hips to head. He twisted her legs as he continued to hold them up, and it felt to Mary Ellen as if she were being split in two by the fast, deep thrusts of his horny cock.
She cried and gasped. But she thrilled, also. And when Sam sped to a spurting, twisting climax inside her adolescent cunt, her own tension burst in a blissful surge of warmth which enveloped her.
Jerking and moaning, her girlish pussy rippled on the man's rod as she took his spurts of passion. When it was all over, she didn't know whether it had been good or bad�but she had enjoyed it, despite the pain.
She didn't hate Miss Parsons for telling her to give in, but she remained confused and troubled. And she felt physically sore when the man left her plundered body draped across the bed, her legs dangling over its edge.
He hadn't said another word about taking her and the others back to the United States.
Chapter Eleven
When Roberta re-entered the house, she found Arturo waiting for her downstairs.
"Come here!" he said, grasping her by an arm and marching her into the living room.
"I'm sorry I threw that dirt at you!" she exclaimed, frightened.
"You ought to be!" Arturo snarled. "And just where have you been for the last few minutes? And what have you been doing, hmm?" He shook the child.
"P-please!" she cried, her teeth chattering. 'I did-didn't do-do anything wrong! At least . .. not to-too wrong!"
"How wrong?" Arturo asked, and stopped shaking her. "What did you do?"
"I talked with the pilot!" Roberta said, afraid to hold anything back. "I wanted him to take Miss Parsons, Mary Ellen and me away. But he wouldn't! He couldn't even speak English, anyhow!"
Arturo laughed. "Of course not, you little brat! And if he could have spoken English, he wouldn't have helped you. My people are loyal to me! That's how you're going to learn to be from now on. And the way to teach you is to punish you severely for what you just did!"
"No!" Roberta cried. "Please! Don't punish me!"
"You must be punished!" Arturo said, his eyes harsh and bright as he twisted her and dropped into a chair, pulling her down across his thighs.
The 14-year-old hadn't been up-ended for a spanking in six or seven years, and she felt humiliated to have this done by a virtual stranger. But her humiliation only began when she was placed into position. It quickly got worse when Arturo grasped her little skirt and pulled it up, exposing her girlish bottom in clinging white silken pants.
"Oooh ... don't!" she begged. "This is awful! Pleeeeease!"
Deaf to her cries, the strong and dominant Latin raised his hand over her quivering bottom and brought it down with a smack! Her firm, springy buttocks vibrated in her thin panties. Her bottom burned.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH!" she wailed, half from hurt and half from embarrassment over being placed in such an awful position.
Arturo spanked her again. This blow was even harder, and it made a loud sound, though the sharpness was muffled somewhat by the presence of the little girl's panties between her bottom and his hand. He spanked her over and over, shaking and stinging her buttocks through her filmy briefs.
Roberta bawled. She kicked her legs, which only made her bottom shake all the more and spurred the man on. She grasped at his legs but was afraid to scratch or bite him.
After spanking her repeatedly on the panties, he increased her embarrassment by grasping the elastic at the top of her briefs and stretching it out and down. This exposed her cute ass and caused her panties to skid out from between her tummy and his legs. He pulled the panties down her thrashing legs and off, tossing them aside.
He began to smack her right on her bare teenaged bottom, shaking her taut buttocks and producing the sharp sounds of flesh striking flesh. These blows burned Roberta even more intensely than before, and she wailed. Tears streaked down her cheeks.
But in the midst of her torment, she became aware of two surprising things: First, she felt the man's cock rise to iron hardness against her belly, and, second, an unexpected excitement swept through her, much like she had felt with the pilot. She squirmed. Her bottom burned more and more, though the heat was now centering not where Arturo's hand struck but up inside her and around the mouth of her little pussy.
Caught up in the excitement of the spanking, Arturo had lessened his pressure against her back, and she was able to twist free, tumbling to the floor.
"Why, you little ... !" he exclaimed angrily, thinking she was about to run away.
But when she dived between his legs, clawing at the zipper on his pants, he knew she had something altogether different in mind. Naturally he didn't resist as she unzipped him.
His prick came spearing into view, and Roberta clutched it fiercely, pointing it at her mouth. She bowed, and her lips parted, gliding snugly around the crown of his cock. As the little girl's mouth engulfed his throbbing, plump cockhead, Arturo groaned with pleasure.
Her head began to bob, and her clasping lips stroked smoothly up and down on his prick. If he wondered where she had learned how to do that, he didn't permit the question to interfere with his delight.
As for Roberta, she found her own pleasure increasing, now that she had his prick in her mouth. She sucked heatedly on the man's juicy cock, and the tension in her body heightened until it became almost unbearable. She needed something from him. She wanted him to do what the pilot had done for her.
Lifting her mouth from Arturo's cock, she gasped for breath as his bristling, upthrust organ swayed.
"Go on with it!" he snarled, and tried to push her down again.
But she got away from him and lay back on the floor, where she squirmed out of her panties. Her skirt was rumpled around her waist, and all she wore below that were her knee socks. From his chair, the man stared dazedly at her smooth, firm, little-girlish thighs ... and at the marvelously enticing slit between them which was edged by a sparse growth of dark little hairs.
She lifted her hips and begged, "Kiss me, Arturo, please . . . the same way I kissed you!"
Somebody had fooled with her, he realized, or she wouldn't have known all about oral sex. It was easy to assume, from that, that the same person had taken her virginity.
Arturo landed on his knees on the carpet, and he grasped the little girl's legs, spreading them even wider apart and lifting them into the air.
"Oooh, yesssss, Arturo ... kiss me niiiice!" she purred, and shut her eyes, pressing her cheek against the carpet.
Angry over his assumption that she wasn't a virgin after all, and realizing that since she was a brunette she was worth no more to him as a commodity than a local tramp from town, he drove his hips forward, into the V of her young legs. His rigid prick speared between her moist labia.
Feeling the brutal thrust, Roberta gasped, and her eyes popped open. She hadn't thought that Arturo would push into her, because the pilot hadn't. But he certainly was doing exactly that, and it hurt as his blunt-nosed weapon spread the mouth of her virginal pussy. The pain was fiery-hot when he burst her maidenhead.
Then he was driving his cock deep inside her 14-year-old cunt, hunching and grinding, snorting with renewed rage and lust as he realized he had indeed taken her cherry.
He fucked the innocent child without mercy or letup, his prick pumping up and down in her tightly clasping cunt while she wailed and sobbed. She kicked in a futile effort to try to get him off her and make the hurting stop. But with his body covering hers and holding her against the floor, she could accomplish nothing. He even had her arms pinned down.
She had to take the brutal fucking which he gave her with his wicked, rapidly pumping cock. Though she hated every vicious thrust of his hardness into her, and though the rhythmic stretching of her virginal vagina hurt, her body did respond sensuously.
The rubbing of Arturo's rod against her clit honed her excitement to a gasping, writhing frenzy. When he finally jerked within her clutching pussy and released his lust in hot spurts, Roberta climaxed also. The waves of blissful warmth which rolled through her almost made up for the brutal treatment and degradation she had received. She lapsed into whimpering inertia, and Arturo pulled his blood-stained prick free.
He cursed. The thrill of taking the young girl had been tremendous�but look at the revenue he had lost by despoiling her himself! First the blonde woman and now this one, he mused dismally. Things had not been going well for him in a business way, at all!
He pulled his clothes together, then helped Roberta into her panties and to her feet. He hustled her upstairs and tossed her into the room with Lizbeth, because Mary Ellen was still "entertaining" his client.
Without a word, he withdrew, slamming and locking the heavy oak door.
Roberta flew into the arms of her teacher, and they embraced, each grateful that the other was all right�or, at least, had survived.
As soon as the young girl could catch her breath and wipe her tears away, she blurted out all that had happened. Lizbeth already had done a lot of thinking about the way Arturo had threatened her and how he had made her persuade Mary Ellen to give up her virginity. Arturo's brutal treatment of Roberta was the last straw.
"We've got to get away from here!" Lizbeth exclaimed.
"Oh, I want to!" her young pupil cried. "If only those people on the next rancho would help us!"
"What people?" Lizbeth asked.
Roberta quickly told about her conversation with the Mexican girl she had found with the pilot.
"Since she and her parents are from the United States, maybe they will help us, after all, if we can just get over to them," Lizbeth said. "We've got to try! Now, listen .. . here's what we're going to do ..."
Chapter Twelve
It was morning before Arturo returned to Lizbeth's room. He found Roberta lying in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin, and the woman nowhere to be seen.
"Where's your teacher?" he demanded, shaking Roberta.
She blinked. "In the bathroom, I guess."
The man turned and strode to the bathroom door, which was open a crack. He pushed the door open wider and entered.
Lizbeth was standing behind the door, having rushed there when she heard Arturo's keys rattle in the hall. As soon as he moved past her, she quickly slithered around the door and left the bathroom, pulling the door shut. She had previously set the lock and removed the small knob which controlled it. Arturo could not get out of the room.
Lizbeth and Roberta, both of them dressed, rushed from the bedroom as the man hammered on the bathroom door. Once the heavy hall door was shut, his cries and pounding could no longer be heard.
Lizbeth entered Mary Ellen's room to rouse her and get her dressed, while Roberta stood watch in the hall. Then the three of them streaked down the stairs and out of the house, encountering no one because of the early hour.
Roberta remembered the direction in which the pilot's girl had run the night before, and she led Lizbeth and Mary Ellen that way across the open range. The only ones on the rancho who appeared to be up and about, except for Arturo and themselves, were the cowboys, who squatted around an open fire sipping their morning coffee.
Lizbeth directed the girls to give them a wide berth, and they attempted to do so. But understandably they attracted the men's interest One of the charros sauntered over, cutting off the females' path. He spoke English: "You ladies are up very early," he said in heavily accented tones. "Just where are you going, if I may ask."
"That's none of your business!" Lizbeth snapped. "Now, get out of the way."
The man motioned for his compadres to join him, The three put down their coffee and started over. Lizbeth could see that she and the girls were not going to be able to bluff their way past.
She blurted, "Please let us go! Your boss has been holding us as prisoners in the house. He has made us do terrible things. We want to get back to the United States. Maybe the people on the next ranch will help us."
The leader of the cowboys spoke quickly to the others. One of them went running back toward the house, while the remaining three encircled Lizbeth and the girls. The leader said: "You will not leave. Sr. Reyes would not like that"
"Do you take orders from Sr. Reyes even if they are against the law?" Lizbeth argued desperately. "Even if it means hurting people?"
"We know nothing about that, senorita. We are merely poor working men who must obey el jefe."
It took only a couple of minutes for the man who had run to the house to find and release Arturo. They came running out together.
Lizbeth's heart sank with hopelessness, and the girls were equally disheartened.
Arturo's cruel eyes flashed, and he barked a harsh command in English to the foreman of the cowboys, obviously wanting Lizbeth to hear it: "The blonde bitch must be taught a lesson! Spread her out and stake her to the ground. With her bare ass in the dirt, let her take on the lot of you. You will have fun this morning, boys!"
"NOOOOOH!" Lizbeth cried. "Please don't do that!" Mary Ellen pleaded for the teacher. "You dirty tramps!"
"Hold onto these brats!" Arturo snapped, indicating the young girls.
Two of the cowboys hurried over and grasped them, while the other charros went to work on Lizbeth. As Arturo watched approvingly, and the children stared wide-eyed, the rough cowboys ripped Lizbeth's clothes off. Her blouse was the first garment to go, then her skirt was pulled off, while the men held her writhing form between them. Their coarse, bewhiskered faces bore lustful grins as they ogled the shaking of her pale tittyflesh above the rims of her bra cups ... and the wriggling of her hips in her filmy pink underpants.
While this was going on, one of the other men held both Roberta and Mary Ellen while his partner hurried to a nearby supply shed. He returned with ropes, wooden stakes, and a heavy mallet.
"No!" Lizbeth cried when she saw the paraphernalia. "You're not going to actually tie me to the ground!"
"Indeed they are!" Arturo spoke up. "You will appreciate the luxury of my house and not wish to leave it after these cowboys have worked you over out here!"
Lizbeth's continuing cries and struggles were unavailing as the two men held her while the third placed the stakes, He attached ropes to them. When the bonds were in readiness, one of the rough cowboys who held Lizbeth grasped her brassiere at the center and ripped it in two. Her titties bobbed out, jiggling wildly.
Both men clutched her silk panties, rip ping them down and away from her blonde-tufted loins and quivering buttocks. Lizbeth was horrified. This was by far the most humiliating experience she had undergone yet, because it was happening out of doors, not only in front of five men but with her two young pupils looking on, as well.
The men threw Lizbeth to the ground, and she landed painfully on her tender ass. They bent and stretched her out, extending her arms and legs in spread-eagle fashion. Her wrists and ankles were quickly attached to the ropes which were in place, the degraded and terrified woman couldn't move her arms or legs. The only motion available was at her middle, and the more she thrashed her hips, the more she seemed to turn on the rough cowboys. Bulges appeared at the front of their Levi pants.
All four were clustered around Lizbeth by that time, as well as Arturo, who stood back a bit. Mary Ellen and Roberta had been tied to a cactus bush nearby, so that they could watch. They didn't dare move, for fear they would be pricked by the thorns.
Wearing a steely smile of satisfaction, Arturo ordered his charros to proceed with the rape of their blonde victim. They dropped their pants, and four pricks stuck up rigidly in the morning light. From her supine position on the ground, Lizbeth shifted her gaze from one menacing cock to another, the organs seeming more ferocious when viewed from below, hairy balls hanging at the base of each shaft.
Arturo said something to the men in Spanish, and one of them dropped to his knees next to Lizbeth's head while another fell to fucking position between her thighs. Her blonde hair was grasped and her head brutally jerked toward the kneeling man. She uttered a moan of utter degradation as she was forced to open her mouth for the thrust of the man's smelly cock.
His bulging bulb pushed between her lips and spread her jaws.
"GHHAAAAWGH!" she gulped as his cockhead settled deep in her mouth and her lips were stretched around his iron-hard shaft.
The man between her thighs made his brutal move, ramming his wicked hard-on between her labia�which, thank heavens, had become moistened in the excitement. His cock sank snugly into her warm cunt.
The man between her thighs began to move briskly at the very start. While he fucked her, the man who knelt next to her head commenced moving his prick in and out between her lips. She sucked his filthy cock, because there seemed nothing else to do.
Her young students watched while she was taken lustfully by both men at once. The other charros, who stood watching, stroked their stiff pricks by hand as they envied their amigos. Arturo merely stared at the fiendish scene, his dark eyes glinting.
All were so involved, either directly or vicariously, in what was happening on the ground that they didn't notice the sound of an approaching aircraft. It circled over the rancho and began its descent.
Lizbeth's hips were bumping against the animalistic thrusts of the prick which pounded into her throbbing, slippery cunt. Her asscheeks patted in the soft dirt. She gulped at the cock in her mouth with mindless lust, despite the terror and humiliation of her plight. The man who fucked her face rolled her titties and squeezed them.
One of the idle charros could wait no longer, and he knelt at Lizbeth's opposite side. He grasped for her boobies, taking one tit away from the other man, and he bowed his head to slurp wetly at her jutting nipple.
Her sucking of the first man's cock became more intense, and she moaned against the mouthful of churning man-meat. He shot, streaming his semen over her tongue and down her throat in vigorous spurts. She swallowed the slimy stuff as best she could, though some of the whitish fluid oozed out around his lip-encircled shaft and dribbled down her cheek.
The second man grasped her by the hair and wrenched her head in his direction, forcing her to accept the thrust of his horny prick between her lips.
The third charro pumped his cock in her grinding, bobbing pussy with increasing speed and force until she was straining at the bonds which held her wrists and ankles, striving for the release which she now also needed.
She got her climax just as the man achieved his, and she seethed with shame while the orgasmic bursts of warmth rolled through her.
That man pulled his dripping penis from her hole, to be replaced by the fourth horny cowpoke. He began vigorously to fuck her while his friend continued stroking his thick, hard cock between her lips.
It was not until the airplane came rolling along the landing strip to a stop near the lustful group that the bemused Arturo turned to look at it. He recognized the craft immediately and yelled at the charros in Spanish: "Let her go, for God's sake! It is the owner of the ranch. He doesn't know about the special business that I run here!"
But the men fucking Lizbeth in her pussy and in her mouth didn't stop. In fact, the man sprawled between her thighs became so carried away with his lust that he switched his cum-coated prick from her sopped pussy to the tight little aperture of her ass, and he drove into her that way, causing her to give a muffled cry of pain against the cock that filled her mouth.
The brutal prick of the charro sank into her virgin asshole, twisting and pushing. The muscular ring of her anus clasped his slick, gliding prick, and the pain of the unnatural penetration caused her to clamp on the cock in her mouth while tears filled her anguished eyes.
The pressure of her clamping jaws and encircling lips made the other cowboy shoot, and once more Lizbeth's tonsils were sprayed with bursts of warm sperm, which she was forced to gulp down.
By that time the other man was pumping his prick in her hot ass. Her elastically snug anus rippled along his veined rod.
After the other man pulled his tool from her mouth, she was able to utter full-throated cries, which seemed to ease her torment. Her anus had accommodated itself to the thickness of the stroking cock, anyway, and the hurt had lessened. Excitement rose within her as the man's prick fucked in and out, in and out through the clasping aperture of her ass. The sensitive nerves of her asshole were thrilled by the hard column that pumped rapidly through her rubbery ring.
Amazingly Lizbeth came a second time as the cock of the charro burrowed deep into her rectum and twitched, spurting his warm cream into her bowels.
"Ooooooooooooh!" she moaned shiveringly, her asshole spasming around his rod.
Arturo faced the middle-aged man in business suit and dark glasses who walked hurriedly toward him, accompanied by two assistants with attache cases.
"It is no wonder that the profit from my cattle business has gone down. That is why I decided to drop in unannounced, just to see how you are running the place."
"But Sr. Valenzuela .. ." Arturo began, squirming before his boss's accusing gaze.
"Who is that woman?" Valenzuela demanded, cutting him off. "And who are those young girls? Turn them all loose!"
"Yes ... yes .. ." Arturo said, and snapped orders to his men.
"Do not take up the stakes!" Valenzuela told the ranch hands. "As soon as the woman is up, strip the jacket and shirt off your fine Sr. Reyes and tie him there, with his face against the ground. Do you have some WHIPS?"
"Si" one of the men replied.
"No!" Arturo cried. "Do not do that to me! Have mercy!"
"It seems that you showed no mercy to these unfortunate females," Valenzuela replied. Then he added to the man, "Do what I told you!"
Lizbeth had no sooner gotten to her feet before Reyes was thrown to the ground by his own men and tied.
"Come to the house," Valenzuela told Lizbeth in English. "I want to know how it happens that you are here and why you have been treated this way. I will do what I can to make things right."
"The girls and I just want to get back to the United States!" Lizbeth sobbed, trying to cover her nakedness with her arms.
"I will certainly see that the three of you are returned to your country as quickly as possible, and with some sort of compensation for the suffering which you obviously have endured."
Mary Ellen and Roberta, who had been freed from their bonds, followed along as Valenzuela assisted Lizbeth back to the House. The painful snap of leather against human flesh, and the anguished cries of Arturo, caused them to look over their shoulders as the lash descended against his bare back again and again, criss-crossing his skin with red gashes.
"Don't kill him," Lizbeth said.
"He will not be killed," Valenzuela replied. "But he will be severely beaten. Then I will turn him over to the State authorities to face charges for what he has done to you .. .and to me, also. I will want to have all the details."
"Yes . .." Lizbeth murmured, grateful that the ordeal of herself and her young pupils was over at last.
It was with some difficulty that she walked back to the house after the vicious raping of her ass. Her full breasts bobbled behind her bra that did not adequately cover them. The glances of Valenzuela and his men reflected compassion rather than lust, and it was gratifying to Lizbeth to learn that there were decent people in Mexico, after all.
"That is enough"' Valenzuela finally yelled over his shoulder at the men who had been taking turns whipping Arturo. "But keep him tied here in the sun until I am ready to deal with him!"
As Lizbeth returned to the hacienda in Valenzuela's care, she knew that the nightmare of her Mexican sojourn had come to an end, at last. She forgot about her nudity and wrapped an arm around each of the young girls who walked beside her.
"Will you ever be able to forgive me for all this?" she asked them.
"Oh, it wasn't your fault, Miss Parsons!"
"You know," Roberta said with a strange little smile, "I don't think it was really too bad."
Lizbeth stared at her as they walked along, and she wondered if she would ever be able to feel that way about it herself. If so, she might return to Mexico someday. But for now, she only wanted to get home.
